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writingstoraes · 10 months

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tour guide 🎥

pairing: charles leclerc/fem!actress!reader

type: instagram imagine, social media au

notes: saw the post abt apex filming at silverstone this week and got this idea lol lmk what u guys think! atp you already know who my fc is (it's hailee steinfeld 😝)

about: a well-known actress stars in a film that is set in the world of formula 1 and scuderia ferrari happens to be the leading team to guide the production team and its cast!

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yourusername Film prep starts now. Currently glad my parents forced me into getting my driver's license as early as I could as well as my brother introducing me to Formula 1 years ago 🏁

Beyond excited for this movie!

allhailyn WE LOVE U QUEEN WE CANT WAIT

filmthusiast this is such a new role for her im so excited

f1lover film + f1 is always going to be the biggest bestest combo ❤️

lecsluv LMAOOO NOT CHARLES LIKING THIS

zendayyn mans a fan norrisbaby Oh hes quick 😆

yourusername recently added to her instagram story!

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yourusername 3/4 done with filming for First Gear 🤍 So much work has been done for this movie and it's been the good kind of overwhelming so far. I've learned so much and experienced so many new things.

Included the one and only charles_leclerc here because majority of the things I learned came from him. He's pretty nice except he was beyond nervous when I drove the car for the first time.

scuderiaferrari We're glad to know Charles was the best tour guide ever! ❤️

lecsmmylove NOT FERRARI STICKING WITH THE TOUR GUIDE DESCRIPTION???

hamilfilm charles leclerc making his way into y/n's official ig account is not something i have on my bingo card

popgirltay u guys r so cute <3 friendship goals!

livelovelecs no, dating announcement next LOLOL

charles_leclerc Why do I seem like the bad guy here, I taught you pretty well didn't I?

yourusername I didn't say you were a bad teacher 😕

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charles_leclerc Everyday's karting day 🚘

lecsferrari the red nails??? sir u aint slick who is that

sainzmclaren It's Y/N 😭 She posted karting pics today too

yourusername What do you have to say for yourself that you lost?

charles_leclerc I let you win, jolie 😁 Pretty. ferarrimercs HE CALLED HER PRETTY?????

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yourusername The student has become the teacher 😎

charles_leclerc Anyone would win if they were fighting kids on track

yourusername I sense sore loser 😝

leclercsyn TOO CUTE IM GONNA COMBUST

scuderiaferrari ❤️❤️❤️

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yourusername Feeling so emotional that filming for a movie that holds a special place in my heart has come to an end 🤍 I am so ecstatic for all of you to see First Gear because everyone involved put everything they had for this film. I hope you guys love this as much as I do, possibly more.

So many people to thank — the directors, producers, scriptwriters, my co-stars, everyone who's worked so hard to make this into reality, I owe you all so much.

But I also never thought I'd meet someone so special. Charles, this past year for us have been so crazy and I'm glad I got to spend it with you. If it helps, the moment they told me you would be giving me a tour of the paddock, I fell instantly 😝

leclercsyn MY PARENTS AAAAA IM SCREAMING

scuderiaferrari We are so proud of you, Y/N ❤️ The whole team is waiting for the movie!

charles_leclerc What do you mean if it helps, I was literally sweating while telling you what a pitwall is

lecslover HES SO FUNNYHTBHRHB

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charles_leclerc Most talented person I've come across. Watching you on set has become one of my favorite things to do; it reminds me of just how amazing you are. To more karting sessions with you ❤️

Sincerely,

Your paddock tour guide

lecshamilton hes owning the tour guide title, mad respect

sainzlove I AM MELTINGGGGG

f1luvr power couple me thinks?

yourusername Get ready to lose 🥱

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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy

notes: why i take so much time making these ill never understand anyway i hope u guys like this hehehe thank you sm for reading <3

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sylvies-chen · 1 year

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ok started the episode a little late but I just finished it so here’s the weekly recap folks…

TED LASSO 3.04 THOUGHTS:

holy shit this episode was FANTASTIC there was so much going on!! so much goodness!!

roy seeing jamie butt ass naked at 4 am… who had this on their bingo card? anyone? no?

I’m SO glad we got that sassy & ted mess out of the way, I hope ted stops the casual sex and realizes it’s not fulfilling his needs

nate picking up the little lasso figurine and ted still having the picture of him and nate feels like a third act breakup montage of a rom com moment please I feel sick 😭

dani befriending a 108-year-old man just makes so much sense to me. that’s my friendly husband right there !!!!!

OKLAHOMA. motherfucking… OKLAHOMA??? oh my god this is insane I’m foaming at the mouth like the way she laughed at his pun when sassy called them insufferable the way he told her she was better off without rupert the implications of her using a term from his marriage counseling to coax the truth out of him THE WAY SHE INSTANTLY KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITH HIM

it’s also so good because that certainly wasn’t THE long awaited office chat or else they would have made a comment about “same place same time” so that means we have YET ANOTHER office chat coming up and I don’t doubt they’ll bring up “oklahoma” again

nate… ugh, what a guy. lonely is the only word for him. there’s something so sad and pitiable about where he’s at right now, getting all the fame and credit but no support. there is a good person inside him just banging to get out, you can feel it

ooooooof yeah shandy messed up BIG TIME and keeley, babe, it’s not your fault for trying to see the good in people and believing in them!! she’s probably going to have to make the tough call to fire her if she wants to get in jack’s good graces

the team getting angry and violent over seeing nate destroy the believe sign actually made me cry. it’s just beautiful to me, even if they reacted wrong in the context of the game. they’re saying, “we made something good here. we have something beautiful. how dare you defile what is sacred to us, something that has bettered us as people. feel our wrath. feel our hurt.” I love my richmond guys 😭

it’s so wild to me that rebecca dealt with rupert having an affair in a mature and restrained way but she lowkey went maniacal with ted at half time like girlie has range i guess wow 😂

TED’S FIRST ATTEMPT AT CONFRONTATION OH MY GOD FUCKING FINALLY and it went pretty well too!! he flat out admitted he was angry, and did so in a respectful way. the baby steps of growth that we see happening here are beautiful I’m so proud !!

can we get that sports commentator who said he kept predicting things too often to manifest a tedbecca endgame?

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #dani rojas #tedbecca #nate shelley

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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We’ve seen illness and possessiveness; is there any other instance where helle might be a little more … caring than usual?

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tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, starvation/intense hunger, power dynamics, animal death (beck feeding on rats), enclosed space

It was dark when he woke up. Unbearably so. He couldn't see a single thing, and he couldn't move. He hit something hard on all four sides as he tried to stretch and get out of the suffocating darkness, and he just couldn't. He was trapped.

Hungry. He was hungry. He was so fucking hungry.

The all-consuming urge to devour soon overrode the fear, and he started desperately hitting the wood above him. Was it a coffin? Was he underground? He couldn't tell and he didn't care, he just needed food. He needed blood. He wanted it more than anything.

His hand broke through the lid and hit nothing but air, letting him know he was still on the surface. Was he about to ruin a nice funeral? His own funeral?

Why had nobody staked him?

None of that mattered. He needed blood. He needed blood right now.

He continued chipping away at the wooden lid until it finally gave way, then crawled out of his temporary prison in a wild frenzy. He could already smell it — the scent of fresh blood was thick in the air. He pounced on the source of it without a second thought, driven by nothing but animalistic instinct. He sank his fangs into something small and furry, not caring what creature he was about to take the life of.

It was glorious. It was the best thing he'd ever tasted. It was life; sweet, warm, filling him up until– until the creature dried up completely, leaving him with an admittedly less maddening, but still very present hunger. He whined in disappointment, and someone threw another little thing on the floor in front of him. It was maybe a rat, or... or something.

Something disgusting, the sane part of him argued, but the beast within him had already grabbed it, bringing it to his lips and biting down again.

He only found the presence of mind to look up and see where his food was coming from after he'd finished drinking, his eyes settling on a strangely familiar figure. Master, he recalled. Helle. The vampire who had turned him. They were watching him with an expression that was almost disdainful, and definitely condescending.

"We can go out and get you something more satiating," they stated bluntly, without any sort of kindness or compassion. "After we have had a chat."

He slowly lowered the rat, his hands still twitching to grab something and his jaw aching to close around another living being. He was still hungry. So hungry.

"A chat..?" he repeated.

"Yes. About undeath, vampirism... your memories. Do you even remember your name?"

"Of course, it's..." He trailed off, frowning a little. What was his name again? He should've remembered crucial information like that, he couldn't have just... forgotten his own name. "It's... I, I– I remember, I know I do–"

"Do you remember my name?"

"Helle," he said instantly, reverent and adoring. He couldn't quite pinpoint what it was that made the other vampire so alluring, or why he felt being so drawn to them, but it was definitely a strong pull. "Of course I remember."

"Of course you do," they said sarcastically, and he winced a little.

"S-sorry."

Helle's expression softened, and they sighed. "Your name is Beckett Hayes. Beck. When you died, you left behind a mother by the name of Bella and a twin brother named Joel. Does any of that ring a bell?"

Beck could already feel a headache coming. Memories flooded his abused mind, happy, sad, scary, disturbing. "Y-yeah. That's... yeah. How could I forget my family..?" He thought he saw a glimmer of empathy in Helle's eyes before they shrugged, nonchalant as ever.

"Death does that to the brain, I suppose." They gestured towards the coffin he'd crawled out of, and he noticed a little plush toy sitting next to it. "Any memories?"

"Boba!" Beck snatched up his friend with inhumane speed, cradling it close to his chest. Things became easier to recall the more he did it, and the more Helle pushed. "Yes, I definitely remember him... Y-you... you brought him along? For me..?"

"To jog your memory," they clarified way too hastily.

"Thank you. So much." They waved him off, seemingly annoyed by the amount of gratitude the gesture had invoked in him. "May I ask... what's with the, uh... why the coffin?" That seemed to annoy them even more.

"Well, you are supposed to bury the dead," they snapped, and Beck held Boba just a little tighter.

"B-but I wasn't–"

"I was busy! Okay? I was busy, I did not have the time to dig you a shallow grave."

"Sorry," he whispered, afraid of setting off another unexpected bomb. He quickly brushed off any thoughts about Helle possibly foregoing that step because it would've been needlessly cruel. It couldn't have possibly been out of sympathy or... care.

"No matter," Helle muttered. "Come along, now. We shall find you something a bit more filling to nibble on, and we can discuss your life some more in the meantime."

"Yes, Master," he said dutifully, then quickly placed Boba on top off the ruined coffin and joined Helle. He tried not to think about how many times he must've said these exact words for them to feel so natural. It wasn't important. All he needed to focus on was obeying his sire and working towards earning a bit more food.

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper #vampire whumpee #starvation/intense hunger #power dynamics #animal death #enclosed space

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falllpoutboy · 1 year

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❗️❗️HELP ME MOVE OUT OF MY ABUSIVE PARENTS HOUSE ❗️❗️

being prude shamed for being a virgin in my early twenties was not on my 2023 bingo card? nor was being shamed for having depression and anxiety? anyways it is absolute misery living with two narcissistic parasites known as mom and dad so please just help a bitch out!!!

link 1 about me

link 2 about me

#donation post #mutuals please boost #help me get out of this hellhole

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inevitablemoment · 1 month

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My Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Experience

First, I just want to say.... HOLY CRAP, I had so much fun! I have waited for this movie for so long, and while there are a few things that I were waiting for that didn't happen, it still lived up to the hype.

Spoilers under the cut.

So, my parents and I saw this in an MXC theater at our local Marquee. The seats were recliners that went back and forth with a button, and I loved that. But the sound system was... very loud. Let's just say, it's like if an audio version of 3D and THX had a baby. It was cool, but I didn't like that. And there were a lot more room in the aisles than their standard theaters.

The previews were surprisingly short, which was a relief. I have been waiting for this movie for MONTHS!

So, first, THAT CHASE SCENE AT THE BEGINNING!

It's no secret how much I love Callie, and seeing her as a Ghostbuster makes me so happy.

When Phoebe called her mother "Callie," my heart dropped a little and I just knew that we were in for a rocky ride.

Hearing that familiar staccato motif just put a smile on my face... which then turned into tears when Egon was mentioned.

But knowing that the music video for the title song is in-canon as well is fucking hilarious.

Ah, Dickless. I did NOT miss you.

Also, how did Peck get elected mayor? He is probably the most unlikable character in the Ghostbusters universe. But then again, a certain someone involved in many legal battles was elected President, so why should I question it?

I LOVE the domesticity of the firehouse scene; dinner, movie night, laundry, all the background.

Also, there's something hot about Callie wearing her flightsuit as pants with the top half tied up.

"GHOST DOG!"

"We both got some action." "Yeah, we did." Okay, already, this film has solidified my love for Callie and Gary as a couple. I am soft for them.

Gary trying to be tough and then apologizing instantly.

Callie Spengler laughs and it cleared my acne.

I know that they're trying to stop the containment unit from blowing, but PHYSICAL CONTACT!

Also, Callie is surprisingly BUFF. Can she hold me, please?

RAY STANTZ, MY SWEET BOY!

He's all but adopted Podcast, he just needs the paperwork.

"The hammer gets the views."

Honestly, I think the Stay-Puft company should just go defunct, with all of the paranormal shit.

JANINE, MY GIRL! SHE'S BACK!

Callie lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone while sipping a drink is a whole ass mood.

Poor Trevor... but goddamn, it's still as funny now as it was forty years ago.

That longing look on Ray's face as the Ecto passed by the shop...

I did not have "Phoebe Spengler likes girls" on my bingo card for this movie, but... I love it.

Part 2 will be coming soon. I just don't think that I can fit in everything that I loved about this movie into one post.

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rachi-roo · 1 year

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Buddies Daddies: Play your cards right

Hi ho, peepo! This is the first tiggle fic I've written in quite some time, forgive me if I'm a little rusty dusty with my wording or if it's too long XD

Tw: Tiggles

Summary: TK fic. Switch roles.

Miri and her two fathers are trying to enjoy a game on a rainy day but Rei's lack of smiling needs to be fixed!

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Saturday came once again for the oddly bound family of three. Two hit-men and their adopted daughter.

Today was special, special because there was nothing special. Kazuki and Rei had no jobs scheduled and of course, Miri didn't have any preschool to attend. Unfortunately, on this day they all had spare, it was pouring rain outside, so that ruled out any chances of visiting the park or even going for a walk. Stuck inside together, all day.

But that was okay! There were plenty of activities to keep all three occupied.

"Papa! Papaaa!" Rather, whatever interesting-looking item little Miri found that might get them to play with her.

"Papaaaaa!" The excited young girl rushed to find her fathers, clutching a small box to her chest. The two men sat in the lounge, the blonde sat at the dining table, using his free time to check up on various parenting techniques online while the other sat staring vacantly at his video game on the couch.

"Look! Look!" The girl batted at Kazukis leg with the box she had found, wanting him to take it.

"Hey, what you got there? Huh. Uno? I haven't seen this in a long time." He chuckled, turning the box over, and reading its contents with a smile. "It's a game? Right?" Miri queried, pulling herself up onto Kazukis lap.

He petted her hair, opened the box, and showed her some of the colorful cards. "Yep. It might be a bit complicated for someone your age-"

"I wanna play! I'm big! I can play it!" The child puffed her cheeks in protest, looks like they didn't have a choice. The blonde sighed with a chuckle, closing his laptop.

"Okaaay, maybe papa Rei wants to play too." He chuckled, smirking at his roommate, who returned an un-amused glare before shaking his head in protest.

"BINGO!" Miri cheered, slapping down a blue seven on top of a green two. Rei gave an exasperated sigh, this kid was un-teachable.

The blonde chuckled, sitting beside the hopeless child on the floor whilst Rei refused to give up his spot on the couch. Despite the fun game the three were playing together, he was still wearing his signature 'resting bitch face'. Miri wasn't having it today.

She held up a skip-go card in her tiny hand, waving it at Rei angrily. "No more grumpy! You're banned from grumpy!"

"That's not how that works." He deadpanned, looking at Kazuki as he laughed. "Sure it is! C'mon, just give us a cheeky grin, papa Rei~" The teasing wasn't going to work, Rei just glared harder, he always hated when they made fun of his lack of smiling, it ruined his cool bad-ass aesthetic.

Miri grew more irritated, thumping her hands on the table, and scattering the cards slightly. "I want papa Rei to smile! Papa Kazukiiiii!" Kazuki looked between the two before smirking at Rei. "I think I know what to do."

Rei instantly knew what Kazuki was thinking, this was a technique that had been used on him only a few times before. An evil torture method. Quickly shifting his weight as Kazuki pounced upon him, Rei managed to pin the blonde on his back with ease. His arms were trapped by his sides as the cool-tempered assassin straddled his waist, trapping him on the couch cushions.

He struggled underneath his partner, huffing as he realised he was stuck good. "Damn it! I thought cold-blooded guys had slower reflexes."

"Very funny." A set of nimble fingers appeared from nowhere, wriggling into the stuck man's ribs through his thin shirt. The feeling made Kazuki gasp and buck his hips suddenly, letting out a strained squeak.

"Wahait! Wait wait wait! Rehehei!" His begging fell upon deaf ears as his attacker casually poked and squeezed up and down each rib.

"Stahap! Rei! Rh- C'mon!" Kazuki tugged and twisted his arms, finally managing to pull one free, an uno reverse card gripped between his thumb and finger. "Ha! Reverse card bozo!" He grinned, grabbing Rei's hoodie collar and throwing him onto the floor with a thud.

"Oh no you don't!" Rei tussled with Kazuki, grabbing his wrists, and wrestling for dominance against the oncoming tickle attack. Miri cheered Kazuki on, clapping excitedly as she jumped on the spot.

"Get him papa! Make papa Rei smile!"

"I'm trying! He's too squirmy! Move ya arms darn it!" For a split second, Rei's arms out of the way, that second was all Kazuki needed. He stuck his hands up under his victim's arms, instantly getting locked in as Rei clamped down, his cheeks puffed up as he held onto his breath. Tensing up as he tried to activate the 'I'm not ticklish' thing before it was too late.

Kazuki grinned, he had the guy right where he wanted him. "Awww, giving me the silent treatment now? Can't hold your breath forever buddy boy~" Kazuki chuckled, trying to wriggle his fingers in their snare.

Rei shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, his cheeks turning a rosey pink as the tantalising teasing got to him. He wasn't going to break. Not now. Not ever-!

"Aaaalrighty then, you've given me no choice!" Kazuki exclaimed, sucking as much air into his lungs as possible before burying his face into the crook of the dark-haired man's neck, unleashing an earth-shaking raspberry onto his vulnerable skin.

Rei's eyes shot open in shock. The gates were open and there was no going back. His head flung back, mouth agape as loud boyish laughter filled the atmosphere. Along with it came a smile. Bright and precious.

"Stahahap! Kaz! Kahahaz! G-Get the f-"

"Ah ta ta ta! No swearing in front of little Miri." Kazuki scolded, finally able to free his hands and attack Rei's unsuspecting tummy, shaking his digits into the toned abs.

"This isn't f-AHAHAIR!" His legs flailed behind Kazuki, pushing and dragging along the floor in desperate attempts to buck the blonde off. It was no use. Once the laughter started, all his strength seemed to be sapped away with each breath. No matter how much of a grip he had on Kazukis wrists, he couldn't budge them. The fuzzy sensation in his belly was his krypnonite.

"Yaaaay! Papa Rei's smile is so big!" Miri giggled as she perched on the tabletop, looking down at her flustered father's fight for freedom.

"Isn't it? He's a little sweetheart really. And now you know how to make papa Rei smile whenever you want!" Kazuki chuckled, blowing another raspberry on the poor man's neck as he desperately pushed on Kazukis shoulders.

"Stahap! Gehet offa' me! Ahaha!" This evil torture continued for only a couple minutes, which seemed like ours for Rei, when Kazuki finally let up. Looking down at his flustered, tired-out friend with a cheery grin.

A set of small hands patted Rei's dark hair as he panted, looking up to see Miri standing by his side, giggling. At least she was happy.

Rei gave one last, brief, smile at her before it faded and he turned his attention to beating Kazuki with a cushion. He hadn't been tickled like that in quite some time, but he knew there was going to be a lot more coming his way in the days to come.

And it wasn't all that bad.

#Buddies Daddies #Buddies Daddies tk #rei suwa #kazuki kurusu #miri unasaka #lee Rei #ler Kazuki #tk community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community

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parvuls · 10 months

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I saw several people wondering how to participate in this bingo event. so this is how it goes: you look through your recs, you fill out the card, and... you post it 😉

to make this even more interesting, every author that gets tagged in a bingo card is now challenged to fill their own. I said what I said.

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main character is a side character to fail better by orphan this is an unusual rec for me since the main character is camilla collins, and the main relationship explored here is jack/camilla. but really, I adore it because it's a rare example of an outsider pov on jack through the eyes of someone who likes him, and maybe sees more of him than he know. there's something very sad about jack at this point of his story, but his and canilla's awkward attempts to make something real of what they almost have are really endearing. plus: even if jack didn't fall in love with camilla, I definitely did.

still a WIP Increasing Engagement by always1895 I have a problem of hoarding WIPs and occasionally checking on them like I'm waiting for them to return from the war. this is one of those WIPs. there are two things I can never turn down, and those are social media fics and an enemies to lovers arc. just know my ass is sat down for whenever this fic is finished, and yours should be too. (*) if anyone knows the author's tumblr handle, please tag them!

short fic Patient as Pie by @edgarallanrose no fluff hits quite as hard as zimbits fluff. this short fic has jack being needy and affectionate and domestic, and it just makes me warm and gooey inside whenever I read it. which, you know, is often.

inspired you to write Two Things Only by @thewesternredcedar I'm going old school with this one, because whenever I think of a fic that inspires me I think of the summer I read this fic six times to get through my own fic. this may be in my top ten favorite fics of all time. it has endless amounts of pining, hilarity, silliness, and to top it all off, it's set during my favorite time to read about: right after graduation and before Y3. it does such a good job of nailing that jack and bitty essence that I just can't help coming back to it for inspiration.

bookmarked recently (...ish) say my name (and call me a liar) by @weneedtotalkaboutfic it may be cheating to rec a fic that was written for you, but uh, I don't care. this fic just hits all the right spots. it's smart, it's funny, it's mysterious, it's sexy, it's emotional. it has both super slow-burn and whatever the opposite of that is, thanks to a wonderful two-person-love-triangle. and if that's not enough, the real star of this fic is jack zimmermann and the journey of his sexuality and his happiness, which just blew me away.

BONUS: canon divergence But this place still stands, this place remains unchanged by @doggernaut I already have my bingo but I have more to rec, so. this fic is a really fun glimpse into a future that could've been, and it's supported by a wonderful ensemble cast (of both canon characters and realistic-feeling OCs). this fic made me laugh out loud and clutch my chest, and even though I knew where the story is headed, I couldn't wait to arrive there with it.

BONUS: isn't on AO3 lighthouse au by @appalamutte this is one of those tumblr snippets I wish I could will into becoming a full fic. just that one scene, along with the bonus background, made me fall instantly in love. historical au's can be hit or miss for me, but this was so unique and so intriguing, and (as already established) I can't resist a good enemies to lovers action.

BONUS: FREE here you come again by @ivecarvedawoodenheart honestly, no one rips my heart out of my chest quite like syd does. the first time I read this I was too emotional to think thoughts, but the second (and third, and fourth) I was just like: tell me everything about this. immediately. the phrasing lives in my head rent free? this short fic literally does.

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #zimbits #I just wanna stand on a podium and make a rousing speech convincing all of you to WRITE MORE FICS #and if you didn't fill your own bingo card until now: go rec some fics. now. thank you.#fic recs

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 10 months

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My Klaine Summer Bingo Card! :)

Debut Fanfic - the author completed posting after May 30 2018 and it was their first Klaine fanfic. Kurt Hummel and the Seven Warblers by: Kirakiwi

Page-turning Fanfic that made you stay up past your bedtime. In Orbit by: hundredindecisions

Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues. Flowers in the Window by: heartsmadeofbooks

Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation. Not Another Ghost Story by: sunshineoptimismandangels

Wild Card - any fanfic you wish to highlight. All Aboard by: bitbybit (puttingittogether)

Fanfic set during the summer. Between the Moon and New York City by: jackabelle73

Fanfic is written for a challenge. For example, it could be the Advent Challenge, the Klaine Valentine's Challenge, or one of the many hosted by @the-lima-bean. No Take Backs by: RockItMan

Fanfic that made you laugh out loud. Pride and the City by: quizasvivamos

Fanfic that you enjoyed using a genre/trope that you don't normally read. Keeping Time by: Merry_Mint

Thank you for your bingo card, Anon Fics are in the 2023 Klaine Bingo bookmark on Ao3 ~Jen

Debut Fanfic - Kurt Hummel and the Seven Warblers by: @Kirakiwi

Kurt Hummel has a lot going for him. He’s a talented Cheerio, a valuable member of his Glee club, and the beloved son of Representative Burt Hummel. Unfortunately, he is unaware that one Sue Sylvester is insanely jealous and willing to do away with him just to get ahead. Her meddling sends him into the path of seven down-on-their-luck Warblers, one who is instantly smitten with him

2. Page-turning In Orbit by: hundredindecisions

Blaine starts attending NYU, and he and Kurt weave in and out of each other’s lives - as friends, exes, friends with benefits, and harder-to-define labels - while they navigate college, relationships, and adulthood in New York.

3.Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues. Flowers in the Window by: @heartsmadeofbooks

This is the story of four men - Cooper and Blaine; Burt and Kurt. This is a story of heartbreak and loyalty, of pain and hope, of loneliness and family. This is the story of how, even when the sun stops shining, love finds a way to bloom.

4. Fanfic where one has an unusual occupation. Not Another Ghost Story by: sunshineoptimismandangels

When Kurt Hummel began an online ghost investigation show with his best friend and his step-brother he never expected to find himself alone in an abandoned and reportedly haunted hotel, but one stormy night Kurt finds more than he ever expected in the derelict and chilling Whispering Wolf Hotel. In fact, Kurt may have found exactly what he’s has been looking for. A story of romance, comedy, and sinister plots.

5. Wild Card - any fanfic you wish to highlight. All Aboard by: bitbybit (puttingittogether)

A trip from Paris to Prague on the Orient Express sets the scene for a meeting between a traveler and a mysterious passenger that catches his eye.

Could romance bloom between them?

Or will the night hold much more for them than they both expected?

6. Fanfic set during the summer. Between the Moon and New York City by: jackabelle73

Sorry - this was written in 2015 - the Klaine bingo is for fics between 2018-23

7. Fanfic is written for a challenge. No Take Backs by: RockItMan

A year after this father’s death, Kurt is still reeling from the loss. In an attempt to keep holiday traditions going, despite his father’s absence, Kurt meets a guy at a local Christmas Tree Lot who helps him through.

8. Fanfic that made you laugh out loud. Pride and the City by: quizasvivamos

Sex and the City AU: Kurt Hummel writes for an online New York City based queer publication, maintaining a lifestyle blog that covers everything from fashion to sex and relationships. In his attempt to establish and make a name for himself, Kurt has been unlucky in love. In a city of over eight million, how is it that all the men he finds are duds? In the process of researching the tragic state of romance in the city, he might just fall into an unexpected romance of his own.

9. Fanfic that you enjoyed using a genre/trope that you don't normally read. Keeping Time by: Merry_Mint

Devon Anderson is just an angry teenager trying to get through high school without a permanent record. One night, he ends up sitting down at the antique piano in the old Anderson estate and wakes up back in 1773, masquerading as his famous ancestor - revolutionary war hero B. D. Anderson. What Devon doesn’t know, is that B. D. Anderson just woke up in his place.

#2023 klaine bingo #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #glee fanfiction

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siremasterlawrence · 8 months

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Birthday wish

I am half a sleep laying in my bed when the sound of a box crashing onto my floor burn fiery hot and waking me up as I woke up in a heat

What the fuck is this? I think to myself sitting up in my bed with it flipping into the air into my hands and I am completely shock to me at this point.

The a small envelope lay on top of it attach to the ribbon and connected to the box as I yank it off and open it up taking the card in

to my hand.

Dear Lawrence,

Happy Birthday! Today is the chance of a no your lifetime to bring your dreams to out into existence. All you have to do is open the box and let it all fly no regrets.

Have a great day.

I scratch my head in a haze of confusion at the item then proceed to slowly undue the paper wrap letting fall onto my bed as the top burst off.

A beautiful colorful array of streaming lights flow into the sky cover the room in a bright aura resembling the aurora borealis so very stunning.

The stream starts to surround me in a super circular string spinning over me sending a deep hit to my soul my soul lifts into the air through time.

“Dust? What kind of gift is this?”

“Don’t knock a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Who is that? Show your self?”

“I am right here! Turn to the side”

“Huh! Aaaahhhhhhhh”

“Relax! Don’t be scared “

“State your reason for being here “

“My name is Jacob I am a angel”

“A literal angel? Yeah right “

“Ever heard of Supernatural?”

“Ummm…that is fiction”

“Regardless”

“Right”

“I am here to grant you a wish”

“Genies do that “

“Don’t never trust those miserable creature“

“Ok then? Why not ?”

“ Nevermind! Choose four people you want in your life forever.”

I scramble in the back of the mind with the screws going loose in my head at the sheer insanity of it all happening so I grabs sheet of paper.

Suddenly I hear the sound a lawn mower in the yard next door blasting high as he rides the grass and I have a feverish dream of him from my apartment building.

I have seen him around my apartment for a few weeks that is his job he owns a business tailoring to peoples gardens and he makes a good amount of money.

The angel stares at me clicking his finger at me his body flashes away into a spiraling in a light form flying past me through the room it zooms straight ahead.

The lights hits him on head on the impact is instantly splashing into his body leaving him shook and the lawn mower stops almost immediately.

Frozen in time for like ten seconds before he is continuing to finish his work the place is immaculate and he receives his pay exiting the lawn.

“Obviously! This is a sick twisted joke”

“Do not use such a blasphemous tone and words with me.”

“Sorry”

“Give me a few minutes”

“Well worth the wait.”

“I’ll be back”

“Is he looking at me?”

“Smiling at me”

“Winking?”

“What did you do?”

“Getting a appetite for life “

“Oh Dear! This is exactly like Supernatural “

“Bingo”

“Did you possess him?”

“Part of me”

“Two more to go”

“Go ahead”

“Is this even ethical?”

“No! Who cares”

The man’s white tee is dirty with stains, his pants is a bit distressed with tears, his feet tired and he knocks on my door and I let him in.

“Howdy neighbor “

“Hello”

“Come here and give me a kiss “

“Woah cowboy!”

“What did you do to him?”

“You said you wanted a Cowboy “

“I never told you that “

“Well! I read your mind “

“Jerk”

“Watch it “

“Sorry”

“This will be quite amusing “

“For you maybe….but oooohhhh he is a good kisser.”

Before I can even think about it his clothes are off in the shower washing off all of the dirt from his skin.

“I have scanned your mind more”

“Now wait a minute!”

“Too late!”

“Damn it!”

“My name is Blake by the way “

“I am ….”

“Master Lawrence”

“I know Master”

“Wow!”

“Do you love me?”

“To the moon”

“And back”

“Sit down for me”

“At your command “

“You love that “

“It just hit me”

“I only realized it today”

“What?”

“You are important to me”

“Everything even”

“The world”

“You believe that “

“It’s the truth “

“Prove it, show me”

“With pleasure “

The end

#angel #cowboy #manipulation #hypnosis #mind control #hypno slave #hypno submission #reprogramming #mind control slaves

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edgeofn1ght · 1 year

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Dough or Doughnut, There is No Rye

Obi-Wan stops in a local bakery on his way to work for some fresh-baked bread and walks out in love with a very talented baker.

Very excited to fill another square on my @obikin-events bingo card: bakery au! All the time spent watching the Great British Baking Show has finally paid off.

Shoutout to my hilarious sister for the amazing pun that I used for the title. I will never stop laughing about it.

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getting together • obikin • 4k words • read on ao3 instead

Obi-Wan passed many, many storefronts on his path to his new job, but none were so enchanting or delectable as the bakery two blocks from his office building. The wide display window of Ryes & Shine took up 90 percent of the store’s front, and good thing, too, because they needed the space to show off the dozens of delicious items they baked fresh daily. Baguettes, bagels, focaccia, and loaves of sourdough, brioche, rye, wheat, and multigrains were arranged pleasingly on display shelves next to containers of jams and spread sitting off to the side. The icing on the cake was the anthropomorphic slice of bread giving a thumbs up painted in the center of the glass. It always made Obi-Wan smile.

Each morning as he passed, the window was full and more than half the items were gone each evening. The place was always bustling, too, with lines sometimes out the door. And when the door was open, he could inhale the amazing scent of fresh-baked bread as he walked by. He had been working nearby for two weeks, and just barely making it on time, so he hadn’t yet had a chance to stop; otherwise, he would have stood in line with everyone else every day.

This particular morning, he left his apartment early with the intent to stop by on the way to work – he would finally make it happen.

The winter morning was brisk and cold, but as he opened the door, the heat of the shop hit him, warming him instantly. Behind the counter was an older woman with greying brown hair pulled into a bun at her nape and a younger girl with blue hair with streaks of white. They bustled around behind the counter filling orders with a smile, moving customers through quickly and efficiently. The inventory from the window and the glass case next to the counter dwindled just while Obi-Wan waited.

He was still four people back when a third worker came out from the back room carrying a large tray of baguettes and headed for the window. It was a younger man, tall with wavy, golden brown hair, and a scar which bisected his right eyebrow and ended on his cheek. He wore a serious expression, almost a scowl really, which contrasted hilariously with the white t-shirt he wore (which showed off his biceps unfairly). The front was covered by a cream-colored apron, but on the back was a cartoonish loaf of bread with a happy face and the phrase ‘Have a Loafly Day!’ Obi-Wan chuckled to himself. He really appreciated their dedication to puns.

But mostly he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful baker. Was he crazy to be smitten already? Probably yes.

His phone buzzed in his pocket which distracted him so he’d stop staring for a second at least. It was nearly his turn to order.

“What would you like?”

Obi-Wan startled when he realized it was indeed his turn and the younger girl was finally addressing him.

He looked up to find her watching him. “Oh, very sorry… I guess I should have been ready.” He cut his gaze over to the man who was still stocking the window then back to the girl. It was not lost on her and she grinned slightly.

“A blueberry muffin and uhh… a baguette?” He nodded towards the window. At least he knew it was the freshest thing the bakery had to offer.

“Anakin! A baguette!” The young girl called to the young man. Anakin. Somehow the name suited him. The man walked over, slipping the bread into a paper sleeve then laid it on the counter with a grunt. The young girl chuckled. “Thanks, Anakin!”

Obi-Wan sensed there was some kind of inside joke going on that he wasn’t privy to. But he was too busy watching the man, who was even more handsome up close, to care.

“That it?” the girl asked. Obi-Wan turned back to her and found her still watching him with a smile.

“Oh, yes,” he replied.

“That’ll be 3.75.” Obi-Wan got out his wallet hoping he had cash. He didn’t expect it to be so cheap. “His name is Anakin,” she added.

He looked up, confused. Of course he knew that already, she had called him the name twice as he stood there. Obi-Wan was just more confused why she was telling him. “He’s 24 years old, an amazing baker, and an owner of the shop here with his mom.”

Obi-Wan handed her a $5 bill. “Uh… well, that’s… well, good for him?” The man was 16 years younger than he was, so that was that.

“My name is Ahsoka and I'm pretty much his best friend,” she continued to chatter as she finished the transaction. “Like, anything you want to know about him, I could tell you. Even things you don’t think of! Like how he’s single and really loves–”

“Snips!” Anakin had appeared next to Ahsoka behind the counter, his hands on his hips. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile to himself – the boy was pretty when he was angry, too.

Ahsoka giggled as she handed Obi-Wan back his change. Anakin spared a single glance for Obi-Wan then walked away, disappearing back into what was presumably the kitchen. The brief eye contact was enough to see his eyes were a steely blue. It was enough.

“Anyway, like I was saying,” Ahsoka said as she bagged up Obi-Wan’s muffin. “He basically works here every day. Like, he’s always here. And we close daily at 2.”

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, still wondering why she was telling him all this. Surely she couldn’t be suggesting what he thought she was suggesting…

"Well, I don't work far from here, I'm sure I'll be back." Why did he even say that?

Ahsoka grinned, "Be sure you do. Everything is baked fresh daily! And we have so much different stuff so you have to try it all!"

For some reason, he just couldn't show his face for at least another week. He only bought bread! He hadn’t asked for Anakin's name or his number or anything else about him – nothing so embarrassing that should keep Obi-Wan away. Ahsoka had volunteered all that other information about him quite freely. However, Obi-Wan was a bit abashed that any sort of interest had been so clearly on his face – why else would she have mentioned it?

Anyway, he was merely looking. He could appreciate a pretty face and still never see it again.

But he couldn’t stay away forever. The next time he stopped in, he was on a lunch break. The baguette had been so wonderfully fresh he was hoping they'd have more for his dinner that evening. But coming in so late, he knew he was taking a risk in them being all gone.

"It's the baguette guy!" Ahsoka shouted as Obi-Wan stepped inside. He froze just three steps inside the door. Luckily and surprisingly, they were alone. The older woman stepped out of the kitchen, but there was no sign of Anakin.

But 'baguette guy'? Really? "I've only bought a baguette once," he said out loud.

"You're here to buy another one though," Ahsoka grinned. "I can tell."

Obi-Wan shook his head as he walked further in. "How could you possibly know that? How do you know I'm not here for one of those amazing-looking sundried tomato focaccia?" He did like her already regardless.

"I just know." She said it so confidently Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, well yes, if you must know," he replied. "It was so delicious, I had to have one for the meal I was cooking tonight."

The older woman stopped what she was doing just to listen to their conversation. She looked kind and pleasant. Based on what Ahsoka said, she could only be Anakin's mother. And while he did favor her, their dispositions seemed nothing alike.

"This is Anakin's mom!" Ahsoka said as she went to get Obi-Wan’s bread. He turned to her and smiled.

"Well, hello there."

"I'm Shmi, the owner," she walked over and held out her hand which Obi-Wan gladly took.

"I'm Obi-Wan," he replied. "This is a fantastic place you have here."

"Are you new to the area? I don't recall ever seeing your face. And I remember everyone." Her tone didn't sound threatening but Obi-Wan felt heat under his collar anyway. Was he being watched? He was, after all, already the 'baguette guy.'

"Ah well, yes, technically," he explained. "I've lived in the area for a little while but I recently got a new job close by which put me on your path."

"In Anakin's path!" Ahsoka added. Obi-Wan had almost forgotten she was even there. She'd slipped away then gone quiet.

Shmi smiled to herself, which was interesting. Their attention was diverted when the door opened and more people came inside.

Ahsoka jumped to the register where she rang up Obi-Wan again. "That's 4.50!" She had grabbed a focaccia, too, even though Obi-Wan had been joking about it. Well, he'd take it. Support local family businesses and all that. Plus, it did look delicious.

He dug out his money once again and the whole experience was over. And not an Anakin in sight. He found himself slightly disappointed.

"Lovely to meet you, ma'am," Obi-Wan said before turning to head out.

"Please call me Shmi," she said.

He left the two of them standing there grinning. And he was still just as confused as ever.

The weekend rolled around and Obi-Wan decided he wanted some fresh brioche to make French toast with. Just for himself. No special reason except it just sounded good. At least that's what he told himself.

It wasn't just an excuse to visit the bakery again. And maybe catch a glimpse of Anakin.

It was early but they were very busy. Which he should have guessed especially with it being the weekend. But it was alright that he was last in line, right up against the door, because it afforded him a lovely view of Anakin behind the counter making bread. He was delighted to actually finally see a master at work.

The long marble counter between the window and register that was usually covered with more bread was now a mess of flour and lumps of dough. Anakin was kneading one large lump and it was hypnotizing. The muscles in his arms flexed beautifully as he worked the dough back and forth. Obi-Wan stood staring, even when the line moved, and the woman behind him had to point it out.

Anakin then looked up and actually grinned, and Obi-Wan felt so caught. Yet he still couldn't look away. Anakin's cheeks were flushed from the heat of the shop and there was a streak of flour along his jaw and another in the curls that fell across his forehead. Obi-Wan wanted to clean it. Damn, he had it bad.

Obi-Wan stepped forward quickly to lessen the gap he'd created in the line. He tried not to stare anymore but it was really difficult. Not only did he just want to look at Anakin, he was interested in the process as well. It only helped that Anakin was so handsome.

"Baguette guy!" Ahsoka called when Obi-Wan stepped to the counter.

He chuckled, "I guess that's my name now, is it?"

"Those are the rules," she smiled. "You are what you eat. Hey, how'd you like that focaccia?"

"It was amazing, actually."

"That's Skyguy's own recipe!" She looked very pleased.

"Skyguy?" Obi-Wan looked to Anakin for an explanation.

She hooked her thumb in Anakin's direction, "Skyguy is Skywalker over here."

"Skywalker…"

Anakin finally looked up again. "That's me." Somehow in the short time since he last looked, Anakin had gotten more flour on his face.

"Did you know you've got…" Obi-Wan gestured at his own face. "A bit of flour just there?" Anakin's gloved hand flew up to his face, rubbing at his jaw, but on the wrong side.

"No, other side… there, no…" Obi-Wan tried to help but it wasn't working well. Ahsoka seemed to be enjoying the whole pantomime.

"Ahsoka, help a bestie out here," Anakin finally whined. She laughed with a little roll of her eyes, then licked her thumb and rubbed it on his jaw.

"Ew, Snips!" He pulled back. "Don't put your spit on me!"

Ahsoka smirked, "I bet you wouldn't say that to Obi-Wan." Then something interesting happened – Anakin blushed. "Anyway, what can I get for you?" Ahsoka turned her attention back to a stunned Obi-Wan.

"Oh right, yes, the reason for my visit…" he said. "Still have any brioche?"

"You're in luck," Anakin said as he went to the window. "Last loaf."

"Wonderful."

"You better use some of this to make French toast," Ahsoka added. "I'm telling you, best stuff you'll ever have in your life. Unless you somehow manage to screw it up.”

Obi-Wan chuckled as he once again got out his wallet. "Well, I certainly hope not. But that's good to hear because that was my intention. Going home to make it right now."

Ahsoka smiled and clapped her hands, "Excellent." She started to ring Obi-Wan up and Anakin got back to kneading. A few seconds went by and she spoke again, "You know, Anakin lives upstairs over the shop."

"Snips!" Anakin stopped and glared at her. Obi-Wan tried hard to suppress a snort of laughter.

"What? You do!" She cried.

"Yeah but you don't have to tell… strangers where I live!" Then he looked at Obi-Wan. "No offense."

Obi-Wan shook his head, "None taken, I assure you."

"This isn't a stranger! It's Obi-Wan, baguette guy!" Ahsoka cried.

It was odd how comfortable he felt in their presence, almost like he'd known them for years and not just a couple of weeks. He was already very fond of them.

"Anyway, that'll be 3.75. And Anakin loves French toast," she added in a stage whisper as she leaned over the counter.

Obi-Wan’s thoughts immediately, unhelpfully, drifted to serving Anakin breakfast in bed. The thought shocked him. Well, at least he didn't say it out loud and they couldn't read his thoughts.

"Uh, well, thanks," he replied, otherwise not knowing what to say. He paid and left, an idea forming in his head.

Several more days passed by before Obi-Wan visited again. Ahsoka and Anakin both had acted strangely, and Obi-Wan himself needed more time to not think about serving Anakin breakfast in bed. He felt like putting distance between himself and the younger man would maybe help. (It didn't.)

At least Shmi was working the next time he went in. "Hello Obi-Wan," she smiled politely.

"Shmi," he said, just barely forgoing calling her Ms Skywalker. "Lovely to see you, is Ahsoka off today?" He could play it cool and not ask about Anakin.

"Oh, she and Anakin are in the kitchen laminating."

'"Laminating?"

"It's what gives the croissants their flaky layers," Shmi smiled. "Ahsoka is something of an apprentice to my son."

"Ah…"

"Would you like to see?"

He very much would. "Let me just…" he pulled out his phone and quickly texted his boss. He could be a little late to work one day – especially if it involved watching Anakin bake. "Ok, yes, I’d love to."

Shmi waved her arm to get Obi-Wan to follow her into the kitchen.

"Baguette guy!"

"Obi-Wan!" Ahsoka and Anakin said in unison as they walked inside.

The two younger workers stood around a large metal table standing in the center of a decent-sized kitchen. Tall carts with racks of baked goods sat against the far wall, and the smell was even more mouth-watering and potent in the hub where all the magic happened. The heat of the ovens warmed the kitchen so thoroughly, he found himself no longer needing his coat and scarf either. Both Anakin and Ahsoka were wearing aprons and their ‘loafly day’ t-shirts, and they were both surprisingly mostly flour-free, all things considered.

A rectangle of dough sat on the table in front of Anakin and he held a rolling pin, like they had walked in and caught him mid-roll.

“Good morning,” Obi-Wan said with a small wave.

“Hello,” Anakin said, then turned back to his task quickly, almost as if he was avoiding Obi-Wan’s gaze.

"You get to see us in action!" Ahsoka smiled. Well at least one of them seemed happy to have Obi-Wan there.

"He asked what laminating was, so I brought him here to see," Shmi said as she headed back out front. "It doesn't hurt to show him!"

Anakin got back to his rolling and Ahsoka grinned as she waved Obi-Wan over.

"So you see, Anakin put a large slab of butter in there then folded the dough over it then rolled it again," she explained as Anakin did just that. "You do this numerous times, turning the dough and folding it and chilling it, and you're incorporating the butter each time and that's what gives the croissants their many buttery layers!"

"Ah," Obi-Wan nodded. "I never knew that's how they did that. I never looked it up." He never had any need to. Ahsoka seemed more than happy to share her knowledge.

"You were meant to find us so we could tell you," Ahsoka said as she folded the edges of her own rectangle of dough. Obi-Wan thought the sentiment was sweet.

"Did you like the brioche?" Anakin asked not looking away from his task. How did they all remember everything he bought?

"Oh yes, it made a wonderful French toast. Just like you said, Ahsoka," he smiled at the girl.

"I'm always right," she said. Well, she was certainly confident. "Just like how I'm right about you and Anak–"

"Snips!" Anakin shouted suddenly, startling them both. "I hear mom calling for you."

She furrowed her brow. "I didn't…" She paused and her expression changed immediately into one of smugness. "Oh yes, I see."

Anakin narrowed his eyes, "You see nothing, now don't keep her waiting."

"Whatever you say, Skyguy! I'll leave you and Obi-Wan alone," she said very pointedly.

Oh.

Well.

Ahsoka practically skipped out of the kitchen, leaving them very alone.

"Don't mind–"

"Would you like–"

They both started their next sentence at the same time then laughed at their gaffe.

"Apologies, you first," Obi-Wan said as he rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

"No, actually, you first," Anakin said as he put down the rolling pin and leaned against the table. "What were you going to ask?"

"Oh," he chuckled weakly. "It's not important."

Anakin arched an eyebrow. "I'm sure that's not true. What were you going to ask?"

Of course it was important! Obi-Wan had finally worked up the nerve to ask him out then it was gone in an instant. He still couldn't really be sure Anakin would be interested, but Ahsoka had dropped so many hints by now, he surely would have to be daft to not pick them up.

"Well…" Obi-Wan stammered. He hated being so tongue tied. It was so unlike him. "I was just… well I was just wondering if you'd–"

"Yes!" Anakin said quickly, interrupting his train of thought.

Obi-Wan laughed, "You don't even know what I wanted to ask!" His eyes tracked Anakin as he came around the table to where Obi-Wan stood, wiping his hands on his apron as he went.

Anakin stopped three feet in front of him and leaned against the table. He was so seemingly effortlessly handsome. Even with flour on his face.

"Then if I am so mistaken, ask what you wanted to ask," Anakin folded his arms across his chest and looked at Obi-Wan challengingly.

There was nothing for it. "Would you like to go out to dinner sometime?"

Anakin grinned a grin that only the Cheshire cat could rival. "Like I said… yes." Obi-Wan smiled but then both of them were startled quickly when Ahsoka and Shmi flew in the room.

"Finally!!" Ahsoka sighed with a very dramatic eye roll. Shmi stood behind her smiling.

"Can't I have one moment alone!?" Anakin huffed as he threw up his hands. Obi-Wan smiled as he looked between the two of them. There was so much affection there, there was no mistaking it.

"You can have a whole night alone," Ahsoka said as she waggled her eyebrows and elbowed Anakin in the side. "With Obi-Wan!" Obi-Wan sputtered then tried to pass it off as clearing his throat. Even Shmi (thankfully) laughed.

"Well, then," Obi-Wan said as he began to put his scarf back on. "Can I come pick you up at say, 7pm? I know where you live." He hoped Anakin remembered Ahsoka telling him.

Anakin reached out and helped rearrange Obi-Wan’s scarf which surprised him. "Yes, you can," he smiled, smoothing down the knitted wool.

Obi-Wan reached up and wiped away a bit of flour from Anakin's chin. He could really get lost in those dark blue eyes if he let himself.

"Did you two already forget we were in here?" Ahsoka asked. In truth, Obi-Wan had forgotten.

"Why are you still in here? Aren't there customers or something?" Anakin waved his hands dismissively.

Even Shmi chuckled as she and Ahsoka left the kitchen leaving the two boys alone again.

"So…" Obi-Wan started with a small grin. "How long?"

"How long?"

"How long have you been sitting on 'yes'?" Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin sighed, "Since the first time I saw you." Obi-Wan raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"When I came in for the baguette?"

"No, the first time I saw you," Anakin said as he took a step closer. He reached out and grabbed the lapels of Obi-Wan’s coat, rubbing his fingers along the heavy wool. "I guess you were on your way to work, but you stopped – just for a minute. You stood there and just stared at the window, like you were enchanted by whatever you saw," Anakin chuckled.

Obi-Wan thought back to when that could have been. Most days he glanced in when he couldn't come in, he rarely had time to stop, except… "Anakin, that was the very first day I came by this shop." Anakin just grinned and finally looked up again. "That's been weeks!"

Anakin shrugged a single shoulder. "You didn't stop. Then suddenly you did."

"Oh, Anakin…" He said, shaking his head.

"Anyway, I'd very much like to kiss you now," Anakin grinned.

Obi-Wan felt his heart thumping in his chest. "Before our first date?"

"Before our first date," Anakin said as he tugged on Obi-Wan’s coat, pulling him closer.

There wasn't a single universe where he could have refused. Their lips met in a tender kiss as Obi-Wan slipped his arms around Anakin's waist. It was even better than he imagined – and he had imagined it quite a bit. He very much looked forward to more in the near future.

When they broke apart, Anakin started to laugh as he brushed at Obi-Wan’s torso. "Oops…"

Obi-Wan looked down and found flour dusting his entire coat front from where he pulled Anakin close. "I can't really walk into work like this. They'll be able to guess immediately why I'm late."

"Don't go in at all!" Anakin said as he continued to brush down Obi-Wan’s coat. "Stay here and let us teach you how to make some bread."

Obi-Wan wasn't sure it was such a good idea where his job was concerned… but he was otherwise most definitely interested. Well, what could one day hurt? "I guess that sounds… loafly to me." Obi-Wan winked.

Anakin groaned as he dropped his head back, "Don't make me rethink this date already."

Obi-Wan chuckled as he began to remove his coat and scarf once again. "I thought you'd like that."

Anakin walked across the room and found another apron then came back to tie it on Obi-Wan. His cheeks were tinged pink – but whether it was from a blush or the heat of the kitchen, Obi-Wan couldn't be sure. "Ok, fine, I loved it…" he smiled as he tied the string around Obi-Wan’s waist.

Obi-Wan couldn't stop smiling. This day was going nothing like he expected and was oh-so-much better.

"Ok, well, get those cute buns over here and let's make loaf," Anakin said as he made his way back to his side of the table. Obi-Wan was sure he loved him already.

#obikinbingo23 #my writing #obikin #obikin bingo #obi-wan x anakin #alternate universe #modern au #fluff #and bad bread puns #one shot

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nerdyenby · 1 year

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Blue time :D I’m watching Joel

Pregame

I watched the first 20 minutes on Saturday without writing anything lol

TUNA ON PIZZA??!?!!!?!???! I like tuna as much as the next guy (probably more if we’re honest) but that is a solid no, tuna is meant to be eaten cold

“‘Who’s your favorite YouTuber?’ LDshadowlady of course, she’s great” They’re so cute I could perish

Joel saying he couldn’t choose between Jimmy and Grian because “they’re both my bad boys” The bad boys being the most wholesome group in the series is everything to me, actually

I’ve only just started to watch Joel more regularly but I’m glad he’s maximizing his bi wife energy :))

“I’m playing full screen now because I’m not a nerd- I’m not a noob anymore” and H is so proud

Joel is SMASHING that parkour!!!

Simultaneous quick changes but instead of outfits it’s accents

Slowly accumulating all the empires peeps :)))

The kazoo driving them all insane

“I don’t wanna play anymore” so true Scott

Bingo but Fast

How many pics have I watched that just never noticed the old lady hat???

Ok yeah this is their domain, I don’t know who else would’ve looked at that bingo card and instantly made a composter lol

The overly loud ace race music instantly flooding Joel’s (and my) veins with adrenaline

Guys I think it might be scuffed

They had such good comms and organization

Them all taking a solid fifteen seconds to figure out what order Joel and Scott’s usernames are in alphabetically

Battle Box

Y’all I think Scott watched the update video /j

The carrot mechanics get more scuffed the more people try to understand them lol

Okay so I’ve never actually watched fWhip and I thought his name was Jim for a second there but Scott was just saying “Gem” slightly more Scottish than usual

“Guys it’s okay, at the end of the day, we won bingo and that’s all that really matters” so true Scott

“Keep away from Bakyamon and Punz” “And Oli, ‘cause he smells” Joel 😂

Scott saying they aren’t even communicating well, they are, just not effortfully lol

“It’s the Empires synergy” so true

Joel best bingo player on the planet, real and true

Hole in the Wall

They’re so fixated on the veggies lol

“I love hole in the wall… sometimes… when I have good ping” conditional love smh

Joel just laughing midgame “This is so stupid” it is /pos

The way they were more intensely focused doing calls for Scott than when actually playing lol

“How did they make hole in the wall more stressful???” “ The eating” I love you Gem (I know she continued talking but that’s what I heard and it’s funnier this way)

Survival Games

Joel and Scott losing their minds over the map lol

The more perspectives I watch the more convinced I am that there is not a good spawn in this map

They’re all just vibing, they’re so calm lol

A skybase above a skybase? What is this, Limited Life??? (I’m so funny)

This sg feeling like a mashup of skybattle and tgttos is so quirky of it

Joel and fWhip running for their lives while Gem and Scott are doing a let’s play 😭

“Oh you’re a top? Wow” SCOTT!!!

Joel almost saying that was the weirdest skybattle lmao

He’s so proud of Oli ;-;

“Blummin’ stupid Elon Musk” based

Joel talking about how nice it is that there’s not as much pressure for this MCC, about to get first individual

The joined the halftime show at the perfect time to get exactly zero context and no instrumental lol

TGTTOSAWAF

Joel’s such a hater lol

“I always follow the girlies, the girlies got me” so true Gem

The way Joel said “my wife!! 😩”

First time I’ve actually seen someone complete breakdown lol

Noxcrew proving Gem wrong instantly

“We expected more from MCC organizer but like, it’s fine Scott, it’s okay” fWhip 😂

They’re all so proud of Oli :((

“My favorite chicken <3” “I’m the best chicken!!” Scott and Gem my beloveds

Sands of Time

“Get that wooden arrow” “Wooden arrow?” “Wooden key arrow” “… Rusty” “Rusty, yeah” fWhip is going through it

“What is scuffed about this?” “Joel don’t complain, just take the blessing and run” so true Scott

Noooo you were right the first time Joel

That felt so much louder and longer than usual, I knew it was coming but the dread just made it worse lol

The way Joel evades mobs is somehow both satisfying and vaguely uncomfortable to watch

They did so good :D

Joel checking to see how Lizzie’s team did <333

FWhip pointing out the Pac-Man looking mouths on pink’s skins, I thought the same thing!!

Big Sales at Build Mart

Everyone freaking out at the Oreo logo is my favorite thing

“I’m really loving the rainbow flag representation” so true Scott

Don’t beat yourself up Gem, it happens to everyone at some point

Joel is such a good runner 😭😭😭

I knew this was their game but watching them demolish it is something else entirely

Scott is so surprised that Oli’s still in 2nd, it’s understandable but it’s so funny

“I’m in 3rd overall??? Okay, okay, that’s crazy. Catching up with my boy, catching up with Oli” Joel :)))

“No matter what, somebody from Empires is gonna bring it home” fWhip :((( /pos

“I will also say, no matter what, everyone guessed us at like 5th and we have been popping off this event” “They should’ve known were more scuffed than that” so true Gem

Skyblockle

They’re so upset lol

Gem asking “What’s skyblockle?” And Scott instantly crowning her igl is so iconic (especially knowing how it ends lol)

The close quarters resulting in accidental hot potato with diamonds 😭

This is how skyblockle was meant to be played, I’ve never watched a skyblockle where everyone was comfortable and felt like they knew what they were doing before lol

They cleared cyan so cleanly but I know that’s gonna be painful from their pov lol

FWhip saying it’s safe and instantly almost falling off the edge 😂

I have no idea what’s happening but it seems to be working out for them lol

JOEL’S INSANE!!! HOLY CRAP!!!!!

THATS AN ENTIRE MASSACRE!!!!

They’re all so proud of each other!!!

“Empires repping!!” SO TRUE SCOTT

Dodgebolt

Sam and Scott’s banter :))

Joel jokingly saying Punz is easy and Sam being actually toxic “they also have Phil so they have a few good people” sir 😭

Sam hyping everyone up :)))

JOEL’S POPPING OFF!!!

Rip Gem jinxed it /j

He might not’ve not 1v4’d but he went 3/3 when he was the last man standing which is still crazy epic of him

Joel turning to ask if anyone hasn’t got to shoot yet :(( /pos

Joel jinxing Gem right back lol

The temptation to make angst out of the urgency Sam told Scott to shoot him despite them having never(?) been on a lore server together

Oli and Joel’s trade <333

Why do I feel like Skeppy hasn’t spoken at all?? Is his mic broken or am I just not paying attention???

“Gem said it’s not women’s history month I can kill another woman” stop reading her mind Scott, those were inside thoughts

FWhip getting the winning shot :))

Sam profusely apologizing to the frog 😭

Oli and Joel enthusiastically congratulating each other :D

Joel did so good!!!! They all did!!!!!

#mcc #mcyt #mc championship #mcc scuffed #joel smallishbeans #geminitay #scott smajor #fwhip

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awhitehead17 · 9 months

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Just for once, please let me forget

Dick & Jason, Dick & Wally, Angst, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Drunk Dick, Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

Summary: There's one inevitable day every year that Dick dreads. This day being the death anniversary of his parents. Even now, after so many years have passed by, he still doesn't know how to deal with his emotions and this year he slips up, turning to unhealthy coping mechanisms to help him get through the day.

A/N: This story is for my 'Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo card.

Also on AO3

Enjoy! :D

The day he dreads every year has inevitably come around once again. No matter how much he wishes to, it isn’t a day he could ever forget.

Despite all the years that have now been by, waking up on this day isn’t any easier than it had been the first time. He still gets hit with overwhelming emotion, tears that instantly well up in his eyes and threaten to fall, his chest tightens as it’s hard to breathe as he remembers what happened.

Today is the anniversary of his parents deaths.

Today is the day that so many years ago completely changed his life. What happened ripped everything he knew and cherished away from him in a violent and brutal manner. A young child left orphaned without a chance to say good bye. The last thing he remembers is the fear and the screams of his parents as they fell to their deaths, it was an ‘accident’ that was anything but.

Clenching his teeth Dick tries to shake those thoughts from his mind. They’re the same ones he has every year when he wakes up on the morning of this particular date. He’s currently in bed, in the bedroom of one of his safehouses in Gotham City, a current placement while he covers for Bruce and other family members who are on a mission elsewhere. Thankfully he’s alone so no one can see how much he’s falling apart right now.

After waking up he stays in bed for some time, not having the energy to get up or any reason to get motivated. He wallows in misery for the rest of the morning until he becomes to restless to stay in bed. Once up he now feels the pent up energy in full force and tries to decide what to do with himself. Unfortunately his mind won’t shut off, his brain replaying traumatizing scenes over and over again, and Dick knew he needed to do something that would switch his mind off from the horrid thoughts.

Eventually making a decision Dick heads out with the intention of going to the manor, hopefully there he can find someone loitering around that he can bother.

When he arrives he's surprised to only find Jason at the manor. Damian must be with Jon or Colin somewhere, Tim is probably with the Titans or with Benard (are those two dating?), Cass is on a mission with Babs, he has no idea about Duke or Steph, Alfred isn’t around either so he’s most likely out doing errands or spending some quality time alone since Bruce isn’t around for him to babysit.

Jason is in the cave tinkering with a variety of gadgets and equipment. Without giving any warning Dick storms up to the workbench, slams his hands down and pins Jason with a look. “Spar with me.”

To his credit Jason doesn’t startle at his sudden appearance but he does freeze and gives Dick a long stare.

It’s only now he’s in front of the younger man that Dick knows what he’s really after. He wants to be distracted, both in mind and body, he needs something else to help him forget the emotional pain he’s currently experiencing. He can change the pain from emotional to physical… at least with physical pain he knows how to deal with it. He knows how to treat his body after a good workout which leaves him physically exhausted, bruised and sore. Jason packs a good punch and doesn't hold back during sparring, he’s the perfect person for this situation.

The younger man continues to stare and not say anything in response. It takes all of Dick’s restraint to not lash out at him from impatience. Moments tick by and just as Dick thinks he’s about to snap Jason places the tool he’s holding down and stands up, his gaze never leaving Dick.

“Alright. Give me fifteen to change and warm up.”

Dick bites his tongue to stop himself from demanding they just get on with it. He’s here to hurt himself, not to hurt Jason. No one else needs to be hurt because of him.

Twenty minutes they’re on the training mats facing one another with their fists raised and stood in defensive stances.

It’s not enough.

As they trade punches and kicks Dick still struggles to switch his mind off. No matter what he’s still reminded of that day so many years ago. He needs that pain to be numbed, he needs to not remember…

Dick lets Jason get several hits in; he lets the younger man tackle him to the ground, lets him put him into a choke hold and doesn't tap out, he lets Jason wind him from a kick he could have easily blocked. All these things has Dick’s body burning from use and pain but it still isn’t enough. Maybe he should have suggested they use weapons too instead of just hand to hand.

After a couple hours of this, on and off sessions in that time, Jason calls it quits with a dark scowl on his face.

“Enough. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demands from his side of the mat.

Dick clenches he teeth and acts clueless. “What do you mean? Why do you want to stop? Is someone getting tired…”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Jason swears, “you aren’t even fighting back. You’re letting me strike you and pin you down when you could easily overpower me. You’re not trying.”

Dick scowls. Of course Jason is right but Dick isn’t going to admit that. “Maybe I’m just having an off day.”

“You don’t have off days. What’s going on?”

If Dick hadn’t been plagued with raging emotions he would’ve picked up on Jason’s concerned tone, nonetheless it sails right over his head and he goes on the defensive side.

“Of course I fucking do. Everyone does. Just ‘cus you paint me as some ‘golden boy’ doesn't actually mean I am one. So fuck you Jason, I just thought we could have a good friendly spar but apparently not.”

Without saying anything more Dick turns and leaves the training area, leaving behind a baffled and gaping Jason.

Sparing with Jason hasn’t done anything to help with his situation, it’s only achieved a small, aching burn throughout his body. He’s going to need to do something else to get through the rest of the day, he doesn't want to remember, he needs the pain to be numbed but the question is how does he achieve that now? Sparring didn’t work so what other options does he have left?

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Dick is drunk. Absolutely hammered out of his mind. One moment he had been driving away from the manor after a frustrating sparring session with Jason and then in the next he’s in a hidden bar within the city downing shots like it’s going out of fashion.

Dick doesn’t know what drove him to seek out a bar, alcohol more specifically, but for the first time that day his mind is clear of thoughts and he’s at peace. He’s finally achieved what he's been after all day.

Suddenly there’s another glass filled with strong smelling amber liquid being placed in front of him. Dick blinks but by the time he looks up the barman has already moved onto another customer. Huh. He can’t remember ordering another drink however not protesting at the sight of it he picks up the glass, that’s after nearly knocking it over because he misjudged the distance, and raises it to his lips. Just as it’s about to reach his mouth a hand appears out of nowhere and covers the top of the glass making Dick unable to drink any of its contents. Dick frowns and before he could do anything about it the same hand removes the glass from his hand and places it away from him.

Feeling annoyed he's been denied the pleasant burn of alcohol Dick turns to his unknown companion. He has to pause a second later though because the movement causes the room to spin and it takes a moment for Dick to get his senses together. Eventually he sees the person who dared to disturb him.

It’s Jason. Dick’s mood sours at the sight of the younger man. He hadn’t wanted to be around Dick earlier and now he’s brothering him here. What the fuck does he want?

“I think that's enough drinking for one night.” Jason says evenly, it makes Dick glare at him. Who does he think he is by telling Dick what he can and can’t do…

“The fact that you’re speaking your thoughts out loud tells me enough Dick. I have no idea how much you have drunk but you’re done.” The younger man pauses, giving the elder a once over with a concerned gaze. “What is going on with you? First the sparring and now the excessive drinking. This isn’t you Dick.”

Dick bristles at the comments. He doesn't have to explain himself. “How’d you find me?” He asks instead. Jason’s come along and ruined his peaceful drinking.

Jason says something but it’s lost to Dick as suddenly two Jason’s appear before him, he blinks several times wondering when Jason got a twin until they merge together and Dick is staring at the one and only Jason Todd once again.

“Jesus christ you’re in a state. C’mon, we’re getting out of here.”

Dick loses track of time once again because all of a sudden he finds himself being manhandled out of the bar and into an alleyway outside the building. Dick makes an aggravated sound, which sounds more like a whine, and tries to shove Jason off of him.

“Piss off…”

Jason’s hold on him is strong and with Dick’s feeble attempts to get rid of him he isn’t going anywhere.

“Why do you care?” Dick abruptly shouts. “You didn’t earlier! What do you want?”

The younger man stops and turns to face Dick with an unreadable expression on his face. “I do care Dick, I always have done even if I’m not the best at showing it. Right now we’re not having this conversation until you’re sober, rested, and in a better frame of mind because there is something serious going on with you. You never act like this.”

Dick groans at his words. “Well perhaps you don’t really know me!”

Jason narrows his eyes at Dick with suspicion. “Whatever feelings you are trying to bury, getting black out drunk isn’t going to help.”

“It helps for a while,” Dick points out before continuing on, “what do you suggest I do then? Go around killing criminals and shoving their heads into a duffle bag? ‘Cause that sounds much better doesn’t it.”

It goes dead silent between them. Dick blinks waiting for Jason’s response as Jason simply stares back at him in clear shock. Several beats go by before either man speaks up again.

Jason grits his teeth and clenches his fists. “That was uncalled for and I have no response to that. But-”

Whatever else Jason was going to say it’s lost to Dick because out of nowhere his stomach lurches and he bends over to throw up all over the floor, the excessive amount of alcohol he drank earlier making a reappearance.

When he gets a moment to breathe he slumps down to the floor, his legs no longer having the strength to keep him upright, and he leans back against the wall next to his disgusting smelling vomit.

After that the tears start and Dick just feels like shit. He doesn't know why he’s now crying, it’s probably to do with how his emotions are currently all over the place. His head hurts. His stomach hurts. There’s a disgusting feeling in his mouth.

He doesn't know how much time passes once he’s on the floor. Everything blends together and Dick wishes he would simply pass out or something, he just wants the day to finally end, for this pain to finally stop.

A gentle voice and a soft hand touching his cheek breaks Dick out of the spell he had fallen into. He startles at the touch and has to breathe deeply so he doesn’t throw up again.

“Easy Dick it’s just me. I’m here buddy. God what’s going on pal, what have you done to yourself?”

Knowing the voice but not yet registering who it is Dick pulls a face, he blinks and looks up and is surprised to find his best friend crouching beside him. His unruly ginger hair standing out against the dark of the night, his freckled face frowning in concern.

“Wally?”

“You with me bud?”

Reaching out to touch him, Wally sees the movement and gently grasps Dick’s hand with his own.

“Why are you here?” Then out the blue Dick remembers something and guilt instantly builds up inside him. “Shouldn’t you be out with Linda? Why are you here?”

Wally cups his face and squeezes his hand, pinning Dick with a determined look. “I’m right where I need to be. My best friend is struggling and I’m here for him.”

“How…” Dick doesn't finish the question as Wally shakes his head.

“It doesn’t matter. Now c’mon lets get you home and into bed. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Unlike with Jason, this time Dick goes willingly and easily. Wally hauls him up to his feet and makes sure to steady him once up right, throwing an arm around his waist and placing Dick’s arm over his shoulders.

As they start making their way out of the alley Wally speaks lowly to him. “I know what today is bud, I know why you've done what you have to cope with it. I’m not saying it’s okay, Jason’s told me what occurred, but I’m saying I understand. We’ll talk more about it tomorrow but you should have known you could have called me. I know Bruce isn’t around as he usually is on this date, I’m sorry you felt like you had to deal with this alone.”

There’s no judgment in his voice and his words make Dick tear up. Unable to control himself the tears start streaming down his face and a choked sob breaks out of his throat. “I’m sorry… I don’t… I just couldn’t – I’m sorry.”

Wally lets him cry out his emotions, not that Dick could do anything else but, and together they make the slow walk back to Dick’s safehouse together.

His head is pounding and even in his drunken state he knows he’s going to wake up the next morning rough, and it won’t be just from a hangover but also from the onslaught of emotions he’s experiences that day.

In only a way a best friend can, Wally helps to distract Dick from his thoughts and when they eventually make it to his safehouse he helps him get ready for bed. Their years of friendship means this kind of situation is no longer embarrassing but instead is comfortable, they’ve seen each other in all kinds of states at this point, this nothing to them (although the context behind the situation is a cause for concern).

Thankfully once Dick is settled in bed he’s out like a light and Wally stays behind making sure he’s okay and safe even long after he’s fallen asleep. The speedster makes a plan for the following morning to broach the sensitive topic of what made Dick go into a self-destructive mode for the day and how they can deal with it afterwards. It’ll be a long conversation but by now they’ve had many of them, Wally will be the support Dick clearly needs and hopefully a day like that day won’t happen again in the future.

#dick grayson #jason todd #wally west #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #drinking #unhealthy coping mechanisms #drunk Dick #good sibling jason #good friend wally #implied self harm #self harm in the form of sparring #badthingshappenbingo #Bad Things Happen Bingo #fanfiction #dc comics #batfam #grieving

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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u guys r so.. (affectionate) i cannot believe i got 5 requests for 2 prompts

masterlist bingo card

tw vampire whumper, dehumanisation (the whole chapter is just that, literally), conditioning, manipulation, just a lot of mind games really

"Don't you ever think that maybe this is extremely fucked up?" Beck asked suddenly, unable to pretend that any of this was normal for a single moment longer. It probably helped that Helle was in the living room, while he was slicing vegetables in the kitchen, so he could pretend he was safer than usual.

The noise from the living room stopped instantly at the question. He didn't know what Helle had been doing, but evidently, they weren't doing it anymore. No, instead they walked right over to the kitchen, all because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"What is?" they asked from the door.

"I... all of it! I don't even know where to start, I, I am housing a vampire!" He turned to look at them, clutching the knife like his life depended on it. "Don't you– don't you ever think that this is all very– very cruel?"

"Well, I need to eat."

"No. No, that's not what you're doing. You're purposely tormenting me, making it more painful than it has to be–"

"Oh, I apologise. Should I perhaps go to the market, then, and pick up some 'ethically sourced' human blood?" They were only teasing, Beck reminded himself. There was no such market for blood. There wasn't. This wasn't a thing. "I should sell yours that way. You are free-range, are you not? Not tainted by any magic... that is rare. What else... well, you are not stress-free, but that can always change."

"None of this is ethical!" he snapped, way too defensive because of the joke about his blood being sold off. "Stop, stop being so nonchalant about it! This is my life! This is fucked up, you're ruining it, you're, you hurt me every single day–"

"What is the alternative?" they cut in calmly, but Beck could only give them a blank stare. Alternative? "What should I do instead? Starve? Or should I pluck out all those silly little thoughts about cruelty-free bloodletting from your head by use of magic? What do you suggest?"

Beck raised the knife, more and more terrified with each word. "N-no, don't, don't do that, do not do that–" A piece of onion fell from the blade to the floor with a little wet plop, possibly undermining his entire attempt at intimidating the vampire.

"That was very cruel to the onion, you know. Callous. How would you feel if I dropped you from the window right now?"

"I'm, I'm not a fucking piece of onion..." he said desperately, slowly realising that the more he made Helle talk about their opinions and feelings on humans, the more terrifying the situation got for him. "You... do you actually think it's the same principle..?"

"Similar in nature, certainly." They leaned against the door frame, surveying his expression with an easy smile. "Why? Is it unnerving to you, as the food source? But I presented you with two other avenues, you know."

"I, I don't want to be enthralled," he said quickly. "Please, I don't want that."

"What a coincidence! Me neither. That is why you are not enthralled. But unfortunately, I also do not wish to starve." They shrugged. "That means we will have to bite the bullet and continue in this cruel fashion, does it not? Or perhaps you just want me out of your life forever, not caring who else I might take for myself, because at least I am not being cruel to you. Is that it?"

"No, that's– that's not what I'm saying..."

"So what are you saying?"

"I... I don't know," he said quietly, lowering the knife. It was a blatant lie. In reality, he was thinking the exact thing Helle had pointed out. He just wanted them out of his house, out of his life, and out of his mind. He didn't think about others that he might put in danger. Honestly, he was probably keeping everyone in the area safe just by being Helle's long-term bloodbag... but why him? Why him?

"Does it scare you? To be selfish like that? Does it remind you of how you see me?"

"N-no, it's not even... it's not even close, it's not comparable..."

"Mmm, sure." They nodded towards the piece of onion on the floor. "This must be causing you immense distress if you can just leave that there. At any other time you would already be disinfecting."

"I just want you to be less cruel," he whispered, ignoring the taunt. "That's all. That's all I want. But you don't care, do you? You see nothing wrong with any of this."

Helle's smile widened, and Beck just knew they were about to say something that would break him further. "No. I do not. And you know why?" They walked into the kitchen and picked up the onion from the floor. "For the same reason you did not even care to pick this up. It does not matter to you. You do not stop to wonder whether it feels hurt, or whether you are being cruel by slicing it into pieces. You do not care if a piece falls, you do not care if you have to put it in the trash, it is absolutely inconsequential to you. Not worth a thought." They gently placed it on the counter, wiping their hand off on Beck's shirt. "So no, I do not usually think about whether it is 'fucked up' or 'cruel'. You are doing what you need to do to eat, and I am doing the same. If some parts of you fall along the way, well... let us hope there is someone there to pick them up."

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#at my beck and call #whump #whump writing #helle #beckett #vampire whumper #dehumanisation #conditioning #manipulation

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