We're alone. In our own place. We can do whatever we want.
The realization uncoils warmly in Sirius' gut.
wolfstar/SOB character study. It is one thing to love a person; it is quite another to see them as they truly are and to love them all the same. And sometimes, Sirius thinks, he’d rather die than let anybody see beneath the defensive facade of his brave face.
Ya'll I couldn't resist a screenshot of the tags on this monster.
Having a real laugh over some of them lololol just reading this mess is a journey in and of itself. (It just allocates the tags off of every fic I've posted and I don't think there's a way for me to simplify the series' tags without trimming down the individual fics' tags?? ...this series really should have been a chaptered fic ooops. )
I've heard it's even worse on mobile... I'm sorry guys.
Anyway. Here's the whole thing because fucking validate me damn it lol. XD
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I just want to thank @holydean and @6-wings for putting this together. And, yeah, I know it’s four months later, but I fully intend to finish this list. Thanks to everyone whose given them a read.
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It's Valentine's Day, and Jason and Tim are doing a questionnaire to see who knows more about the other.
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Jason’s kissing Tim when he suddenly stops.
They are in Jason’s house, and they are making out and it’s almost three in the morning when Tim sputters, “Wait!”
Jason jumps like three feet away, startled, and looks at Tim as he sits straight and closes his eyes for a second and then opens them in this creepy way that says he’s got a bad idea Jason’s not going to like. Tim says, “Today I was with Steph, and we were talking about Valentine’s Day, you know.”
“Ugh,” Jason mutters, because they tried. Tim sneaked out in Jason’s house—Jason thought he was a robber and almost shot him—to make Jason cookies, though Tim burnt them and instead of adding sugar he added salt, so they couldn’t eat them. Jason bought him flowers, but walking home someone tried to rob him and the flowers ended up kind of dead. And when they were seeing a movie on the TV and were about to kiss—at least they had that—they turned their heads at the same time and Tim somehow hit Jason in the nose, and Jason’s nose started bleeding. So after the bleeding stopped, they went to the bed and tried to sleep until Tim kissed Jason’s neck and they started making out again, this time successfully. Until now, at least.
“But it’s not anything difficult,” Tim says, smiling. Jason rolls his eyes, and Tim punches him lightly on the shoulder. “We were talking about what we were going to do, and I told her that I was going to come and make you cookies and—”
“Yeah, yeah, go on.”
“Okay, so she told me that a magazine she likes to read—”
“Oh no.”
Tim’s smile gets bigger, and Jason prepares himself for the worst. “There was this questionnaire to see how much you know about your girlfriend or boyfriend. So, she told me that we should totally try to do it.”
Jason looks at him in the eye, tries to think of all the ways this could go wrong—technically, it’s not the 14th anymore so their bad luck has passed, but it could still go wrong: maybe one of them don’t know one really important thing about the other and that messes up their relationship, or maybe they know something the other’s not supposed to know and their relationship ends up messed up anyway.
But it can be fun too, and Jason’s not one to back away from a challenge—this is some kind of challenge, right?—so, what the hell.
“All right, let’s do it,” he says, and Tim gets his phone.
“She texted me the questions,” he mumbles, scrolling down his screen. He sticks his tongue out, and Jason cant’s help but think that he would have preferred to keep kissing him, but whatever. “Okay, I got them. There’re twenty questions. This says that if you answer at least ten correctly, you know a fairly amount of things about your partner, but if you answer more than fifteen, you’re soulmates.”
“You know that’s bullshit, right?”
“Yeah,” Tim says, putting a strand of his hair behind his ear, “but it’s fun. Do you want to start?”
“Okay, but know that I’m going to know everything about you.”
Tim snorts. “You don’t even know everything about yourself.”
“Hey!” he complains, kicking him. Tim laughs. “Stop talking and let’s see who knows more.”
“All right. So.” He reads the question and laughs to himself. “How many boyfriends or girlfriends have I had before?”
“That’s easy,” Jason says, counting in his head. Okay, so, there’s Stephanie, obviously, and… that’s it, right? Or maybe… there was this girl, Lucius Fox’s daughter, but Jason doesn’t think they were together-together. No, wait, wait, Zoanne something, Tim was with her for a while. Two, then?
“I’m waiting,” Tim says, smirking, and Jason kinda wants to punch the smirk off his face.
“Shut up,” Jason says, still thinking. Okay, two then, three counting Jason. Tim doesn’t look like the guy who’s had many partners. That’s it, three. “Three.”
Tim laughs, and Jason curses. “No! I can’t believe you failed the first one. And I’ve told you about them!”
“How many, then?”
“Four! Steph, Zoanne, Ariana, and you.”
Ariana? “Who’s Ariana?”
“Ariana Dzerchenko,” Tim says, as if Jason had a clue. He rolls his eyes and adds, “We were together for a bit. But it didn’t work out. You still have nineteen left, don’t worry. My turn. How many girlfriends or boyfriends have you had? Um… okay, that’s difficult. You’re always bragging about how many people you’ve been with, so it’s kind of impossible to guess. Ten?”
Now it’s Jason’s turn to laugh, because oh boy does he have it wrong. “You think you’re so fucking clever,” he says, smirking, and Tim’s smile goes away immediately. “One, genius. I’ve only been with you.”
Tim opens his mouth, and he only says, “No.”
Jason rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “I’ve messed around with a boy or two,” he says, shrugging, “but I’ve never had a boyfriend. That’s 0-0.”
“Whatever,” Tim says, pouting. Jason leans on and presses a kiss to his lips, and Tim’s smiling again. “Next one: what’s something I do that I wish I didn’t?”
That’s really easy. “You bite your nails.”
“True. Okay, you pull your hair when you’re nervous.”
“Riiight,” Jason mutters, because he doesn’t like to be reminded of that. “1-1.”
“What are the last two books I’ve read?”
“Pfft. Try harder, you always leave your books around when you’re reading them. Confessions, from Rousseau, and Memoirs of Martinus Scriblerus, from Alexander Pope, you nerd.”
“That was easy. And don’t call me a nerd, because the last two books you’ve read are Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and How to kill a Mockingbird. Neeerd.”
“Shut up, next question.”
Tim sticks out his tongue at him, and Jason cannot help thinking that he looks like a kid with the blue shorts and sleeveless, white shirt he’s wearing. He looks like someone who has just come back from the gym.
“Who’s someone I like but don’t want anyone to know I like them?”
“You love Kim Kardashian.”
Tim groans loudly, and Jason smirks. “That’s not something you’re supposed to know,” he moans, dragging a hand down his face.
Jason shrugs. “Told ya, I know everything.”
“Anyway, you like Bruce.” Jason shakes his head, but it’s kinda true, even though he won’t admit it out loud, not now, not ever. “We’re 3-3. Next question is: what’s the weirdest thing I’ve done while I was drunk?”
“You ate dog food because Conner said you wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh my god,” he moans, and Jason has to hug his stomach because of how hard he’s laughing. “Don’t remind me of that. Ugh. I was sick for an entire week.”
“I still have the video,” Jason says proudly. “Now, what’s the weirdest thing I’ve done?”
“You put on your Red Hood helmet, got to the GCPD rooftop and shouted ‘Fuck Batman’ and then shot the bat-signal.”
“Oh boy, I didn’t remember that. But nope. That’s not the weirdest thing.”
Tim’s jaw hangs open. “What.”
“I put on the Batman cowl—I was wearing my pajamas—went to the GCPD and shouted that Batman was gay. Then I walked to Gordon and told him, ‘I’d be careful if I were you’ and laughed really hard. Someone ordered to arrest me, so I started shooting at the ceiling until I got out and then I don’t even remember. I think I passed out somewhere and Dick picked me up because I woke up in his apartment.”
“Oh my god.”
“Yeah.”
“Jason.”
“I gave up drinking for a while after that.”
“Oh my god,” Tim repeats, looking at him in awe.
Jason smiles and points at the phone. “Go on, go on. I’m winning.”
“You’re so weird,” Tim mutters, but then he asks, “If I started a cult, what kind of cult would I start—what the hell, what kind of question’s this?”
“What kind of magazines does Stephanie read?” Jason thinks of something Tim loves, and less than two seconds after that he answers, “A coffee cult. You’d make drinking coffee instead of water a rule.”
Tim giggles, and says, “Fair point. And you, you’d start a cult against clowns. An anti-clowns cult.”
“Yeah, probably. 4-5, and I’m still winning. How many are left?”
“A lot. Okay—oh my god, all right. Um. What’s my favorite superhero?”
“Sheesh. That’s a hard one. I’ll say… Batman.”
“That was an easy one.” Tim lets the phone away and lies down, his head on Jason’s lap. He yawns and then says, “Yours is Wonder Woman.”
“She’s my girl crush.”
“You don’t even like girls,” Tim says, looking up at him, and Jason pinches his cheek.
“Next one.”
“Who’s the nicest person I’ve ever met in my life?”
And after a beat, they both answer at the same time: “Dick.”
They laugh, and Jason says, “He’s just a sweetheart.”
“He’s good,” Tim agrees, closing his eyes. “But this has nothing to do with us. I mean, what kind of questionnaire is this?”
“A shitty one,” Jason answers, running his fingers through Tim’s hair. “I’m still winning. Heh.”
“Shut up.” Tim opens his eyes, looks at the screen and smirks. “This one’s easy. When’s my birthday?”
“Fuck, Tim,” Jason says, and Tim starts laughing because he knows damn well that Jason cannot remember dates. The only dates he has never forgotten are his birthday and the day he died, and apart from that he can’t remember anything—not birthdays or anniversaries or anything that has to do with dates, he’s so bad at it. “You know—”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t remember my birthday. I should be sad, but I’m happy because now we’re even.”
“Oh, yeah? Then when’s my birthday?”
Tim rolls his eyes, waits a second and says, “August 16th.”
“Damn it.”
Tim whoops. “Yes! 7-7.”
“Okay, listen, I’m tired,” Jason mutters, and Tim looks at him with a smug look; Jason punches him in the shoulder, and Tim laughs. “One more question. The question to end all questions. The one who answers it correctly wins.”
“What if we both answer it correctly?”
“Then we are really soulmates. Now, read the question.”
“The question to end all questions,” Tim repeats, grinning. “What’s the most awkward situation I’ve ever been on? No, no, wait. Let me answer this one first.”
“Go on then, you little shit.”
“You were at the manor because you’d been intoxicated with the Scarecrow’s gas, and you were in the kitchen, sat on the island, eating chocolate cookies Alfred made. Bruce walked in and saw you and you were so, so drugged and you told him, ‘You’re the most fucked up dad ever,’ and then you went to him, put a cookie into his mouth, hugged him and said, ‘But you’re the only one I’ve ever had, so I don’t hate you too much.’ That’s your awkward moment.”
Jason cringes, because remembering that moment is painful. Bruce told Dick what happened, and then Dick told Jason, and Jason wanted to die again just because he knew Dick wasn’t going to let him forget that ever. Every time they meet, Dick somehow finds a way to bring that up. Every. Time. It’s awful.
“Well. My turn. The most awkward situation you’ve ever been on was when you were at this meeting with Bruce and you burped really loudly and everyone just shut up and looked at you and Bruce didn’t talk to you for a week.”
Tim winces, then smiles, and he painfully shakes his head. And when he opens his eyes is when Jason knows he’s fucked up. “That was awkward, but it’s not the most awkward situation I’ve been in.”
“Come on!”
“Sorry, Jay. You lose. I win. Boom, baby. I’m the best boyfriend ever.”
“Yeah, whatever, cowboy. But what’s the awkward situation?”
Tim flushes, and Jason now knows that he must know what the awkward situation is. Tim sits and mumbles, “But it’s very awkward.”
“Spit it out, Timmy.”
Tim sighs. “Okay. So. I’d been with Bruce for almost six months, and we were working in this really difficult case, and I discovered something relevant, so I went looking for Bruce. I heard something in his room, and my twelve-year-old-self thought, ‘He’s working out for sure!’ and I, um. I opened the door without knocking, and he—”
“Oh my god.”
“Selina was there, and they—”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I couldn’t even move, I just stared at them from the door, and they didn’t even notice I was there—”
“Tim,” Jason says, and he’s too shocked to even laugh.
“I heard Selina purr and I was so—it was so weird and I didn’t even know what to do. And then Alfred passed by and saw me and screamed, and then Selina and Bruce realized that I was there and screamed too, and it was super awkward—”
“Are you traumatized?”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Tim says, and that’s when Jason laughs. It’s an honest to god laugh, and Tim smiles and keeps telling, “They made me sit with them in the living room and asked me if I was okay and if I needed to talk and I was like. No. Leave me alone. But they didn’t leave me alone and I could tell Bruce was dying of embarrassment, and Selina was trying her best not to jump from the window. I swear to god, I will never forget that moment.”
Jason barks another laugh, and Tim tries to put his hands in Jason’s mouth to make him shut up, but it’s pointless because there’s nothing that can make Jason stop laughing after this. He can’t believe that Tim has never told him that, but he also understands him, and oh god, he’s never going to forget this.
“I won, though,” Tim says, and even though Jason is a bit disappointed that he didn’t win, he’s fine because he discovered something new about Tim.
He looks at the clock, and it’s almost five in the morning. He yawns, and Tim yawns too, and this time when Jason leans on to kiss him, the kiss lasts longer and it’s deeper and Jason thinks that he really likes being alive. He smiles, and he feels Tim smile too, and when Tim cups his face with his hands, Jason remembers the flowers and salty cookies and he feels like the luckiest person alive.
“Happy Valentine’s day,” he whispers, and then he pulls Tim closer.
Making my Jasper Hale fic lean into themes of horror, partially to explore the psychological and body horror that comes with a vampire human relationship,
but also because this man deserves to suffer for his crimes (being a confederate)
in the wise words i learned from burtoto, “we’re doing this here? right now??” suz if and when i get the chance see you irl (tots not stalking you lmao), it’s on on fucking SIGHT. -dbb 🤛🤜
^ me after typing that fic ok I PROMISE IT HURT ME TOO
I REALLY HAVE BEEN MEAN TO YOU MY DEAR DBB ANON 🤣 FIRST MIKE NOW LEVI AH IM SORRY HAHA
If I meet u irl I shall bring u a cupcake to atone for my angst sins 😘
