#I know it’s difficult for some people to understand but the Green kids are not special. Lucerys was a child too.
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“I don’t understand how people can still be Team Black when they know about Blood and Cheese!”
I don’t understand how people can still be Team Green after knowing how Aemond murders Lucerys (a child) in cold blood pre-war and then proceeds to murder an entire family (the Strongs), turns Alys Rivers (part of the Strong family) into his personal sex slave, and burns alive plenty of innocent people in the Riverlands, simply because he got angry.
And they call Daemon a psycho (Daemon, who aside from arranging B&C in retribution to the Greens’ actions, didn’t commit any war crimes).
Make it make sense, please!
#I know it’s difficult for some people to understand but the Green kids are not special. Lucerys was a child too.#I can live with myself just fine knowing that B&C is a consequence of the Greens’ actions#Plenty of people remain Team Black because they acknowledge who the rightful ruler is#And despite the Blacks’ own actions they look like strawberry shortcake compared to the Greens#team black#pro team black#anti aemond targaryen#anti aemond stans#lucerys velaryon#daemon targaryen#canon asoiaf#asoiaf meta#asoiaf#house of the dragon#hotd#anti team green#anti greens#anti team green stans
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go for it! ; yuuta okkotsu
synopsis; yuuta’s been crushing on you ever since the first group project you had together, but he’s too nervous to confess. luckily, he has some over-eager friends willing to help! step 1: ask for your number!
word count; 7.4k
contents; yuuta okkotsu/reader, gn!reader, university au, yuuta majors in creative writing and writes poetry in his spare time <3, no curses au, yuuta is a cutiepie, he’s also a loserboy, pining and longing, one-sided love, maki inumaki and panda are wingmen (but not very good ones), fluffy vibes, gojo makes a guest appearance (stay safe), literally just yuuta being whipped for like 7k words straight
a/n; im gonna have to edit this a lot i think….. but for now it should be fine :3 i love the boy!!
”you’re staring. again.”
yuuta flinches. a jolt overtakes him, running through his body, and the pen he’d been absently writing with slips from his fingers. it tumbles down to the ground with a soft thunk.
gazing up at the shadow towering over him, his eyes are wide, a little flustered; like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. like he’s expecting a smack on the head from the person in front of him.
— it’s maki.
and she looks displeased, lips pursed and a single eyebrow raised. unimpressed, as she stares him down — the same way he’d been looking at you just a second ago.
”they’re gonna think you’re a creep if they catch you, you know,” she sighs, shifting from one foot to another. carrying her bass in a case on her back.
”maki, c’mon,” comes from behind her, an even larger figure strolling up to the pair. grinning brightly, fluffy hair tousled by the afternoon breeze. ”cut him some slack!”
”salmon,” a third voice joins in. inumaki’s got some green paint staining the sleeve of his hoodie, and his fingers are dirtied with charcoal.
his closest friends, all joining him on the table they usually frequent on campus. right next to a giant tree, casting a pleasantly cool shade and obscuring the irritating brightness of the sun.
maki, headstrong and resilient. infamously rude. a music major, primarily, though yuuta knows she has more than a couple minors. if you pay attention, you can see her almost everywhere on campus, and she always does well on exams. confident, enough so that just being around her makes yuuta feel a little more secure in himself.
panda, a big kid with a big heart, always wearing monochrome clothes. ‘panda’ can’t possibly be his real name, though yuuta’s never found the courage to ask. truthfully, he isn’t sure panda even has a major, or goes to this university at all — but nobody’s mentioned it yet, and he doubts they ever will.
and then inumaki, the quiet kid, always helpful and kind. a little teasing, too. selectively mute, speaking exclusively in rice ball ingredients, but yuuta has already begun adjusting to the thought behind his phrases. an art student with remarkable talent, from sculptures to comics to paintings. he mostly spends his lectures playing games on his phone, though. and he's the kindest guy yuuta knows.
his beloved friends. the reason he can smile through each day, even when it’s a little difficult.
and maki’s right, he knows she is. if you were to lock eyes with him, and realize he’d been glancing over at you for the past ten minutes… god, he doesn’t even want to think about it. you’d be weirded out for sure, wouldn’t you?
but yuuta just can’t help it. you’re far too radiant to ever look away from, smile much too pretty.
you’re just sitting there, laughing and talking with your friends, the same as any other day. comparing hand sizes with miwa, or leaning over to whisper in mai’s ear. snorting over something momo said, or trying to understand the code kokochi’s fiddling with on his laptop. just being yourself, with people you’re close to.
and yuuta desperately wishes he could be among them. wishes he could see your honeyed smile up close, hear the melodic lilt of your laughter, breathe in the lingering scent of your shampoo. he wishes he could speak to you without stuttering, without tripping over his feet — hang out with you outside of class. just something small, like studying together, or grabbing a bite to eat.
he wishes he could get to know you.
yuuta thinks he must seem like a fool, to be so affected by your mere presence. everything comes to him so easily, when he looks at you; the pitter patter of his heart, his sweaty hands, the whirlwind of butterflies swirling in his chest. even just the way you twirl your hair or chew on your pencil is so mesmerizing.
so all he can do is stare, hopeless, a moth to a flame. basking in the warmth of your gaze, directed at your friends.
hoping one day, maybe… that warmth will fall upon him, as well.
(maybe one day.)
”hellooo? earth to yuuta!”
”see? he’s hopeless.”
”mentaiko…”
”inumaki’s right. he’s a man in love!”
”he’s a boy with a stupid crush,” maki scoffs, picking at a piece of lint on her tank top. ”and we have a study session we need to get done. the exam’s next week, remember?”
exam.
yuuta shoots up, wasting no time in grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. the ring hanging around his neck dangles with the sudden movement, and he clutches onto it.
”ah — right!” he squeaks, apologetic. ”sorry, it completely slipped my mind —”
before his mind can begin to overthink every action he’s taken these past few hours, a hand reaches out to pat his shoulder. pat, pat. reassuring and stabilizing.
inumaki smiles at him. yuuta can’t see his mouth, from behind the fabric of his hoodie, but his eyes crinkle softly; and it’s enough to put yuuta’s heart at ease.
”don’t apologize,” maki says. simple, straightforward. ”let’s just get going. i need to do better than naoya did last time.”
”you’re still mad about that, huh?”
”he only got a higher score because i wasn’t on top of my game,” she grumbles, digging her nails into the pockets of her baseball jacket. ”he doesn’t even like music. he’s just taking the course to piss me off. grown ass man.”
a chuckle slips from yuuta’s lips. the warm breeze ruffles his hair, and he holds onto the strap of his backpack, following closely behind as his friends begin to leave. sending one final glance at your figure, over by a table near the apricot trees.
and that’s when it happens.
— he looks over at you, and finds that your eyes are already on him.
a moment passes.
while yuuta struggles to find his breathing, your lips curl up into a soft smile. then you raise your hand, waving to him cheerily, teeth peeking out from between your lips. he can see it clearly, even with the distance between you.
a smile that glimmers like a jewel, in the light of the sun.
yuuta feels his lips part, mouth falling open ever so slightly. but he waves back, afraid to take too long, unable to stop the pounding of his heartbeat — smiling giddily, like a schoolgirl tripping over her feet.
his friends just watch, wholly unimpressed.
”do you think he’d notice if i threw a rock at him?”
”maki!”
”what do you like about them, anyway?”
the question is unexpected. yuuta has to do a double take, eyes straying from his excerpt of sappho 31 up to the person seated across from him. tapping her pencil on the edge of the table, resting her sharp jaw on the heel of her palm.
”huh?”
”them. your crush,” maki reiterates. ”what caught your attention? there’s got to be something, yeah?”
”oh?” panda chirps, leaning back in his chair. a teasing grin playing at his lips. “i thought you didn’t care about his silly little crush.”
”i don’t.” a huff pushes past her lips, hands reaching to fix her lazy ponytail, hair tie dangling from between her teeth. ”i’m just bored. i already know all this, anyway.”
”tuna mayo.”
”oh, are you curious too, inumaki?”
”well, out with it. why them?”
yuuta blinks. once, then twice — mind spinning in circles, as his friends await his answer.
and, truthfully, yuuta can’t pinpoint the exact moment he felt it. that burst of joy, that tinge of excitement — the puppy love that rika always spoke of. she was always good at verbalizing her emotions, in a way yuuta never could.
(he always knew he loved her, but he could never put it into words.)
and he knows that he likes you. he knows because every word you speak has him stumbling over what to say, because even a single smile sent his way makes the world feel so gentle. he knows because he’d probably throw himself into incoming traffic, if you just asked him to.
but he can’t put it into words. not spoken ones, anyhow — putting them on paper is one thing, the one thing he can do. writing out his love for you in similes and metaphors, sonettes and alexandrines. it’s how he copes with everything; writing and writing, til his fingers start to hurt. he can compare you to a dandelion, to the way cicadas buzz in the light of the sun. the scent of childhood. but it’s harder to speak it out loud, to turn the feelings into sounds — that’s maki’s specialty, not his.
why does yuuta like you?
he remembers it clear as day, but still can’t pinpoint the exact second he fell headfirst into love. it was more of a creeping realization, something soft and sweet trickling through his veins. that sinking feeling, how helplessly he fell for you.
it all started with a pencil.
in hindsight, it’s a little silly. but yuuta can’t bring himself to think back to that moment with anything other than fondness.
(your smile was just so bright.)
that day had been a disaster. he was nervous, painfully so, afraid of every single new thing he came across during his first week of uni. scatterbrained, running on almost no sleep, unsure of where to put his feet as he walked.
honestly — what kind of trainwreck forgets their pen and notebook during their very first workshop?
all that anxiety, all those hours spent overthinking, and he still couldn’t manage something so small. in the moment, he almost panicked; sitting with you, a total stranger, wholly unprepared for such a simple assignment. read a couple excerpts, analyze them on paper. all yuuta could do was stare blankly at his lap, frozen, throat dry. hands cold with sweat.
but then you smiled.
”did you forget your notebook?” you had asked, voice set to a soothing tilt. calm, not angry or impatient.
”ah — yeah, i, um…” yuuta could only swallow thickly, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie. ”i’m sorry. i haven't been sleeping well, so —”
”hey, hey, it’s fine!” you chuckled, teeth peeking out from between your lips. ”i totally get it. i almost forgot my laptop at yesterday’s lecture. we can just share!”
then you pushed your notebook closer to him, inviting him in. moving your chair a little, angling it towards him. but all yuuta could think of was how pretty your smile looked, how kind your presence felt.
”here you go,” you grinned, snapping him out of his trance. ”you can use this.”
a pencil. yuuta took it from your opened palm, gazing at it in wonder. an orange-coloured, halloween-themed pumpkin design. completely out of season. the tiny pumpkin was cute, though.
such a casual kindness. but maybe that's exactly why it made his heart flutter so deeply; as if you did it without even really thinking. as if kindness comes easy, to you.
that’s probably how it began. by the time the workshop ended, yuuta knew that he liked you, and he knew that he wanted nothing more than to be your friend.
(subconsciously, his fingers tap at the zipper of his backpack. the pumpkin pen is still with him, after you waved him off with a smooth you can keep it, if you want. yuuta has found that he always writes best when he uses it.)
”well?”
maki’s voice snaps him out of his trip down memory lane, and he stumbles for something to say. what does he like about you?
squirming, yuuta feels his face heat up, as he thinks of you. all he can see is your smile, the kindness in the tilt of your voice. the brightness of the grin you sent his way. warm and saccharine, like the sun peeking out after a downpour — when the streets smell like honeydew and rain.
”they’re just… so cool,” he finally sighs, a dreamy look smoothing over his face. ”they’re so nice. and their smile is so beautiful. they’re so smart, too — god, you should see the way they write — everything about them is just…”
yuuta blushes a deep red, smiling even still. lovesick. ”.. so, so wonderful.”
maki freezes in the midst of the tapping of her pencil. panda stops kicking at the foot of the table. and inumaki looks away from his phone, messing up his full combo.
a moment of silence passes. the study hall grows quiet, and yuuta looks down at his lap; suddenly embarrassed. sipping from his little carton of apple juice.
”hey…” panda starts, delicate. somehow, yuuta dreads the teasing edge to his voice. ”have you thought about confessing to them, yuuta?”
”what?” the boy in question squeaks, choking on his juice. ”no, of course not!”
”why?” maki deadpans. popping a chip into her mouth. ”you’re head over heels, right? might as well do something about it.”
inumaki hums. affirmative.
”i… don’t know,” yuuta sighs. a heavy breath, a little wobbly. meek. ”they’d just reject me, wouldn’t they? i mean…”
(you’re totally out of his league. right?)
maki scoffs, sitting up a little straighter. there’s an angered kind of affection in her eyes. ”you’re just deciding that all on your own. how would you know how they feel?”
the gaze she sends his way is intense. it always has been. there’s a kindness to it, though, something that makes yuuta want to look her in the eye — but he can’t, eyes still locked on his hands, resting in his lap. ”… still,” he manages a weak smile, somewhat sheepish. ”even if i wanted to, there’s no way i could. i’m too much of a coward.”
…
maki slams her textbook shut. the sound is sudden, loud. yuuta flinches, and a wince leaves inumaki’s lips. panda just watches her, snacking on some chips, a mild curiousity simmering in his eyes.
the girl in question gets up from her seat, grabbing her bass case and throwing it over her shoulder. then she looks at yuuta, eyes full of decision.
”— well, lucky for you, we’ve got some time to spare.”
a blink. yuuta gazes up at the girl in front of him, tilting his head in confusion.
maki sighs. exasperated. ”i’m saying we’ll help you. don’t look so resigned, dumbass.”
at that, panda gets up too — suddenly excited. ”are you thinking what i’m thinking?”
she just huffs, smiling even still. ”probably not. but let’s hear it.”
the grin on his face widens. he scribbles something down in his notebook, showing off the writing proudly. ”operation: get yuuta to confess is about to commence!”
inumaki turns off his phone. sitting up straight, arms decisively crossed, a strangely serious expression on his face. completely invested.
”wait — wait!” yuuta stutters, eyes wide with flustered shock. ”don’t i get a say in this?”
”of course not.”
”nope!”
”bonito flakes.”
”b… but —”
”alright, so here’s what i’m thinking,” panda begins, writing down unintelligible notes on the pages of his tattered notebook. ”we need to start small. we don’t want yuuta getting heart palpitations and fainting in the middle of campus, so —”
”tuna mayo?”
”yeah, that’s perfect! hang on, lemme just…”
”let me see. i don’t want you messing this up.”
yuuta’s voice comes out tiny, as it falls from his lips. more of a squeaky breath. ”guys, i really — you don’t need to —”
panda continues to scribble in the notebook, engrossed, arm hanging off maki’s shoulder as they go over the contents. inumaki nods along, walking over to them with lazy steps. yuuta’s protests go unnoticed, and all he can do is watch them mutter under their breaths.
”— okay. listen up, yuuta.”
he raises his head, and meets maki’s sharp eyes. she’s smiling, strolling over to place the notebook right in front of him. ”here’s how this is gonna go.”
yuuta looks down.
everything is written out with a pink sharpie, glittery and pretty. there are little hearts doodled out across the pages, and he can tell exactly which ones were drawn by who. all of them look messy, with the exception of inumaki’s perfect little shapes.
and there, right in the middle, lies a line of text.
panda reads it out, voice loud and cheery, while maki and inumaki stick close. all smiling, as a chill crawls down yuuta’s spine.
”step 1: ask for their number!”
plan a
”okay, so… what am i supposed to do, exactly?”
panda throws an arm over yuuta’s shoulder, and he’s enveloped by the scent of fresh sunlight. the weight is heavy, a comfort. ”we’re going with my plan first! it’s the best one, so don’t worry.”
”i don’t know about that,” maki scoffs. ”we can’t ask mai. best case scenario, she’ll laugh at us a little and say no.”
inumaki hums. he rips out a part of the notebook he’s been tasked with carrying, doodling a little face and showing it to the rest of his friends.
yuuta leans in close. it’s a cute doodle, charming. and he can tell who it’s supposed to depict. miwa kasumi.
”yeah, she’s our best bet,” maki sighs, brushing some specks of dust off her jeans. ”she seems like the nicest one in that group.”
yuuta tilts his head, brows furrowed in confusion. he plays with the ring hanging around his neck, a nervous tick he’s never managed to get rid of. ”wait, so…” he trails off, unsure. ”what are we doing, exactly?”
panda tugs him closer, a friendly smile on his face. ”we’re going to their friends for help!” he beams. ”that’ll be easier for you, right?”
a blink. yuuta gazes into the eyes of his friend, something soft blooming in his eyes.
they can be a chaotic bunch — but they’re still so considerate. considerate enough to know asking for your number straight out would be too much for him. considerate enough to think of his comfort, in a way no one else has bothered to before.
(faced with such immense understanding, such genuine friendship, how could he ever bear to let them down?)
”… alright,” yuuta gulps, clutching his ring as if to give him courage. managing a smile. ”let’s do this, then!”
with newfound determination, the four of them seek out miwa kasumi. it doesn’t take too long — she’s studying, going over legal codes in the library, eyes narrowed in concentration. and she isn’t alone.
”hey, miwa. muta.”
the pair look up from their respective textbooks and laptop, meeting the gaze of a certain maki zenin, waltzing over to their table. miwa smiles, but kokichi doesn’t say anything.
”hi, maki! how are you?”
”i’m good,” she answers, straight to the point; but her eyes soften a little. then she gestures towards yuuta with a tilt of her head. ”sorry, but this guy needs your help.”
”hm?” miwa shifts in her seat, meeting yuuta’s nervous gaze, as he steps forward. ”ah, you’re… okkotsu, right?”
”ah, yeah! sorry for interrupting you two…”
”no, no! please, don’t worry about it,” she grins. sweet and soft, twirling a lock of her hair between her fingers. ”we don't mind. right?”
kokichi still doesn’t say anything. but he nods, when miwa meets his eyes — and yuuta notices that they seem a lot softer when she does.
”so, here’s how it is…”
panda explains the situation to the pair. yuuta looks down at the floor, face flushed as he shifts from foot to foot. by the time he’s finished, miwa looks wholly invested, and kokichi looks a little less like all he wants is for them to leave him and miwa be.
”awww, that’s so sweet!!” she gushes, clasping her hands together. eyes glimmering with excitement.
”right,” maki hums. already a little impatient. ”so, basically — we need their number.”
”… ah. well, um —” miwa trails off, averting her gaze. she looks over at kokichi, but he only shrugs, going back to his coding. ”see, here’s the thing…”
with an apologetic look in her eyes, she turns to yuuta. ”i support you 100% — but i dunno if it’d feel right to just… give away their number like that, you know?” she mumbles, sheepishly. ”i think you should ask them, yourself. that’d be way more romantic!”
”yeah, but that’s a tall hurdle for a socially anxious guy…” panda mutters, patting yuuta’s back.
”still! i’m sure they’d appreciate you being direct.” miwa closes her eyes, a dreamy expression painted on her face. ”i’d be elated if someone asked for my number like that!! all stuttering and shy… it’d be so cute!”
(if anyone notices kokichi stiffening beside her, they don’t mention it.)
maki sighs, resigned. ”well, i don’t think we’re getting any numbers here. good. what kind of creep just texts someone out of nowhere, anyway?”
”i thought it was a good plan!” panda protests, pouting a little. maki shoots him a look.
”it was an awful plan. what were you planning to say? hey, i forced your friend to give me your number, but would you want to hang out sometime?” she crosses her arms with a sharp scoff. ”i’d beat your ass!”
panda grumbles a little under his breath, but doesn’t say anything.
”sorry i couldn’t be of more help,” miwa mumbles, sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. ”good luck, though! i hope they say yes!”
”thanks, miwa,” yuuta smiles, already in the process of being tugged away by his friends. ”i really appreciate it!”
plan a
plan b
”alright, inumaki’s turn. what’s your take on the situation, mister?”
the boy in question sits up straight, back resting against a tree trunk. he writes something down, and yuuta waits, patiently — absentmindedly staring at the white petals of the apricot trees on campus. pure, fleeting, sweet blossoms unfurling before him.
when he’s finished, inumaki presents the page to yuuta, and everyone gathers round. reading the writing, eyes trailing over his little doodles. panda grins, and maki strokes her chin in contemplation.
”you’re a genius, inu!”
”well, it’s probably the easiest way to go about it…”
yuuta purses his lips. it’s a good plan, he thinks; writing out a note, and passing it to you in the middle of class. that way, he won’t have to turn his feelings into sounds, won’t have to speak them out loud. there’s a safety to it, the trickling of ink across blank papers. one that’s never failed him.
”… that should work,” he mumbles, and inumaki visibly brightens. ”what am i supposed to write, though?”
”just be straightforward.”
”not seconded!” panda huffs, crossing his legs. ”you need to be dramatic. heartfelt. that’ll catch their attention!” he stops to think for a moment, a hum buzzing loudly in his throat. ”hey — why not write them a love poem? put those skills to good use!”
”a love poem?” yuuta squeaks, a slight heat rising to the tips of his ears. ”there’s no way i could do that! and i’m not skilled, i —”
a pause. yuuta bites his lip.
”… it’d just be embarrassing,” he finally mutters, playing with his ring.
(he wonders what rika would think, if she were here. what she’d advise him to do — would she like the love poem idea? probably.)
”well, you could at least try. who knows, maybe they’ll like it,” maki attempts to reassure him, chewing at a piece of gum. ”if they’re anything like miwa, it’ll be easy.”
gnawing at his bottom lip, yuuta emits an anxious hum. deep in thought. maybe you would like it, but… what if you just think it’s cheesy?
maki observes him, intently. listening to the emotions behind his silence. tapping the pads of her fingers on her knee, in a rhythmic motion. ”… at least try writing something out,” she says. ”if you can’t think of anything, then just copy some random old guy. what was his name, uh — catallas? or something?”
yuuta’s gaze snaps up, eyes gone wide. ”catullus?” he gapes, in disbelief. ”are you insane? do you even know what kind of poems he wrote?”
maki shoots him a confused look, and a tilt of her head. ”isn’t he the ’give me a thousand kisses’ guy?”
”he is, but that’s —” a sigh, exasperated. flustered, as it flows from his parted lips. then he shakes his head. ”nevermind. it doesn’t matter.”
”tuna…” inumaki mumbles, nudging yuuta’s shoulder with his head. a silent encouragement. and even with no words, yuuta knows what he’s trying to say.
just be yourself. this is your specialty, right?
write from your heart.
”inumaki…” yuuta meets his gaze, and is met with a pair of warm eyes. a friendly punch meets his shoulder, soft and delicate. kind.
”… alright. i’ll write it!”
”that’s the spirit!” panda grins. ”just give it to them during tomorrow’s lecture.”
”yeah,” yuuta nods, mustering the courage to smile. ”i will!”
when yuuta gets home that night, he makes himself a cup of coffee with too much sugar, and gets ready to write.
he listens to maki’s acoustic guitar covers through his headphones, curled up with the fluffy blanket panda gave him, and munches on a hastily made onigiri to give himself much-needed energy.
(writing with a certain pumpkin-themed pencil, basking in the scratching of lead against blank pages.)
his hands are shaking.
it��s barely noticeable, but it’s there. that nervous shiver of his bones, the rattling of his skeleton. you’re sitting right next to him, so close he can smell the shampoo you use, the mint off your breath —
and yuuta can’t seem to hand you the note.
he spent all last night writing it. putting every single little drop of his love into every single little word. but that fear of rejection still remains, rendering him useless, unable to act.
you’re listening to the lecture, but only halfheartedly, absentmindedly doodling in your notebook. out of boredom, he assumes.
it’s the perfect moment to strike.
yuuta’s hands are shaking, and his heartbeat is stuttering, crawling up his throat. he takes a sip of water, hoping it’ll make the dry sensation go away, but it doesn’t work.
(just be yourself.)
with a deep intake of breath, he pushes the note over to you — not daring to look your way.
his eyes remain glued on the laptop screen in front of him, but he hears you pick it up, hears the rustling of paper as you unfold it. his heart echoes with a similar rhythm, unstable, borderline erratic. the rest of the lecture passes by slowly, minute by minute, at an agonizing pace.
when it finally ends, yuuta has to restrain the urge to run away — turning towards you slowly, hesitantly, as if just the sight of you could blind him if he isn’t careful. but you’re already looking at him. and you’re smiling.
”that was so good, yuuta!”
….
huh?
”sorry, but i honestly don’t have any feedback,” you mumble, eyes trailing over the note again. ”i like it a lot. i didn’t know you wrote poetry!”
”… ah.” yuuta stumbles for something to say. staring into your eyes, blankly. dumbly. ”t.. thank you! i’m glad you liked it.”
with a brief shake of your head, you smile, and something sickly sweet unfurls in his chest. ”not at all. thanks for letting me read it! i’m sorry i can’t really help you improve…”
mentally, yuuta falls to his knees. places his palms on the floor and dry heaves, clutching his heart. did you not get it? was he not clear enough? he wrote it with you in mind, so —
”maybe you could show it to professor nanami?” you suggest, unaware of the turmoil within the boy to your right. ”i'm sure he’ll be a great help! he can seem a bit intimidating, but he’s nice.”
”.. yeah,” yuuta smiles, weakly. ”i’ll do that. thanks again.”
for a moment, he isn’t even upset. because you flash him another bright smile, and suddenly, even the frustration of yet another setback doesn’t feel so awful.
(maybe it’s fine, he thinks. maybe this is enough; speaking to you, getting to see your smile up close. maybe he doesn’t need anything else, after all.)
”so?” maki questions, waiting for him outside of class with his other two friends. ”how’d it go?”
shoulders slumped, but still wearing a smile on his face, yuuta chuckles. it comes out sounding a little strangled. ”they… thought i wanted their feedback on my poetry.”
….
”what.”
panda attempt to stifle his laughter, but it doesn’t really work. inumaki elbows him gently, but yuuta sees his eyes crinkle, too. he breathes out a low chuckle. ”they liked the poem, at least. so i’m happy.”
a sigh falls from maki’s lips, and she waltzes over to him, a hand on her hip. the other reaches out for the note in his palm. ”let me see.”
quickly unfolding it, her eyes trail across the words on the pages, the flowery lines of writing —
and then she shoots him an unimpressed look.
”.. yuuta,” she pinches the bridge of her nose. ”what the hell is this? you didn’t even mention their number.”
panda leans over her shoulder, peeking at the text. eyes glancing over a couple lines, riddled with sugarsweet metaphors. ”uh, wow. you… really got into it, huh?”
a groan leaves yuuta’s lips, the sound muffled as he cradles his head in his hands. ”please don’t say anything else. i just wanna crawl into a hole and die…”
inumaki shakes his head, erratic, pointing at the poem with shining eyes. ”mentaiko!”
”ah, you liked it? thanks, inumaki…”
the boy in question smiles, shooting yuuta a thumbs up. he returns it with a small smile of his own.
surrounded by his friends, all he can do is bask in their warmth — and the memory of the smile you gave him.
plan a plan b
plan c
a groan fills the air, as yuuta slumps over the table. cheek pressed against the cold wood, absently kicking his legs, voice meek and defeated.
”this is never gonna work,” he mutters under his breath. eyes devoid of hope. ” i’m just not cut out for this, guys…”
”aw, c’mon….” panda reaches over to ruffle his hair, palm big and warm. ”don’t give up hope! you want to grow closer to them, don’t you?”
”i do, but…” he sighs. ”this isn’t going very well, is it…?”
inumaki frowns, sending yuuta a sympathetic glance.
”oh, quit moping already!” maki grumbles. ”we just need to keep brainstorming. isn’t it time for my plan, yet?”
”should we really even keep going…?” another sigh, heavy with fatigue. yuuta’s mind spins in circles, tiring him out. rendering him a bit cynical. ”i mean… maybe it’s fine if things stay this way.”
a moment passes. maki looks at him, emitting a soft scoff. ”what, so you’re just gonna keep pining for the rest of the term?”
”that’s the plan.”
”yuuta…” panda pouts, shoes bumping against his beneath the table. ”be more positive! just think about it; with every step you take, you get closer to confessing!”
yet another groan. this one is deep, riddled with exhaustion. muffled into the table. ”that’s the scariest part…”
before either of his friends can begin to persuade him otherwise, encourage him further, a sing-songy voice echoes throughout the air. loud, cheery — a little bit obnoxious.
”oh? did someone just say confess?”
at the same instant the sound reaches their ears, a chill runs down the youths’ spines. in tandem with each other, they raise their heads; gazes falling on a certain satoru gojo.
panda and maki are the first to act, speaking simultaneously as the white haired man inches closer.
”— no.”
maki closes the notebook containing operation: get yuuta to confess, right before their professor can get close enough to see it. then she turns towards him, shooting him a cold look.
”your hearing’s getting bad,” she hums. ”maybe you should book a doctor’s appointment.”
a pout. gojo takes a seat right beside her, uncomfortably long legs bumping against every single other pair of shoes beneath the table.
”oh, c’mon. you know i heard you.” his hand reaches out to ruffle her hair, but she smacks it away. ”you’re starting to sound just like megumi, y’know that?”
maki grits her teeth. ”guess it’s a genetic thing,” she huffs. ”now can you leave? don’t you have papers to grade?”
”don’t you have papers to write?” gojo smirks, a teasing mirth in his eyes. hidden behind his sunglasses. maki ignores him.
placing his palms on the table, he leans a little closer, lips curled up into a cheshire grin. foreboding. ”sooo… yuuta’s got himself a little crush, huh?” he teases. ”tell your favorite professor allll about it. maybe i can help!”
”professor geto is our favorite,” maki shoots back, instantaneous.
a soft huff. there’s something sour in gojo’s expression, now. ”that guy? really?”
before the two can argue further, yuuta takes the opportunity to to speak. smiling apologetically, polite and sweet. ”thanks, mr. gojo, but…”
”he doesn't need your help,” maki cuts in. so much for diffusing the tension. ”and do you really expect us to believe you get girls?”
”wha — rude!” gojo scoffs. ”for your information, i’m a natural charmer!”
…
a moment passes. then another.
”… tough crowd,” he clicks his tongue, met only with four blank stares. ”but, really — let me help! i'm your professor, you know?”
and this time, yuuta thinks that gojo’s smile looks just a little more sincere. something kind and gentle in the way his lips curl up, like a father’s affection for their children. something that makes yuuta falter.
(maki might like mr. geto more — but when it comes to yuuta, his favorite professor is a no-brainer.)
so he speaks up, again. ”we can at least hear him out, right…?” maki shoots him an unimpressed look, but he doesn’t back down. ”we’re stuck, anyway…”
and just like that, gojo brightens. it’s obvious, in the way he sits up, more alert. in the way his grin grows wider. ”right? what you need is the perspective of someone more experienced.”
”have you even talked to a girl before?”
”i see him at ieiri’s office, sometimes.”
”salmon.”
”isn’t she a lesbian? that doesn’t count. i mean, like, in a romantic context.”
”i thought mr. gojo was gay, too?”
”what? no way. have you seen the way he’s dressed —?”
gojo clears his throat, voice loud and grating. demanding attention, cutting his eager students off. ”anyway,” he chirps. ”gather round, children! i’ll tell you exactly how to ask the person you like for their number.”
”wh —” yuuta blinks. ”how’d you…?”
”operation ’get yuuta to confess!’, step 1: ask for their number!” gojo repeats, grinning ear to ear. voice rich with amusement. ”i like the glitter. it’s a nice touch.”
maki huffs. looks like she didn’t close it fast enough.
begrudgingly, the youths quiet down, finally willing to hear their professor out. and gojo seems satisfied, at last, speaking in a hushed whisper; eerily serious all of a sudden. ”ok, so here’s what you do…”
everything goes silent. yuuta strains his ears, and gojo parts his lips.
”— just ask them! easy, right?
….
”let’s go, yuuta.”
”mentaiko.”
”i heard they're serving those sandwiches you like at the cafeteria today! let's hurry before they run out.”
”ah — i was just kidding!” gojo laughs, as his students get up from their seats. ”i have an actual answer!”
maki grabs her bass, inumaki takes the notebook, and panda ushers yuuta away. they begin to walk down the hall, ignoring the pleas of the man behind them. pouting, as his shout echoes throughout the hallway.
”kids! come back!”
plan a plan b plan c
plan d
”okay, so this is going absolutely nowhere.”
relishing in the shadow cast by the giant campus tree, the four friends sit on their usual table, sandwiches in hand. yuuta takes a bite of his, tentative. a little disheartened.
”really, guys… i appreciate it a lot, but maybe we should stop here.”
maki huffs. reaching across the table, she gently smacks him over the head with her can of sprite. ”no way. we still haven’t tried my plan.”
he leans back, a little further, a hesitant look in his eyes. the sun shines down, relentless, but the air smells like rain. in the distance he sees clouds, dark, approaching at a slow pace.
an omen, he thinks. a reason not to speak out.
rika always liked the rain. she liked the scent that came with it, the puddles she could jump in. she liked shaking the branches of tiny trees, just to see him jolt and squeak as the raindrops hit him.
the ring around his neck weighs heavy on his heart. the promise of it, the oath within the silver.
(when we grow up, let’s get married!)
”earth to yuuta!”
his eyes flutter open.
the sun shines down, embracing the contours of his face. painting his world yellow. from this angle, staring up at the tree, he can see it breaking through; between the gaps of the green leaves, the white blossoms. forcing its way into his line of vision.
a flicker of hope.
”do you want to hear the plan or not?” maki scoffs, crossing her arms and tapping at her elbow. impatient.
yuuta meets her gaze, finding it in him to muster up just a little more determination. ”yeah,” he breathes. ”i do.”
a smile blooms on her face. ”good. alright.”
panda and inumaki inch closer to the pair, careful not to knock over the cans of soda resting on the table. in a mess of limbs and tousled hair, they gather round.
this is it, yuuta thinks — the final plan. if it fails, he’ll just have to keep pining from afar. memorizing your smile, over and over, until you graduate and part ways.
this is it.
maki parts her lips.
”— just ask them,” she says. ”straight out.”
silence.
a moment passes. a soft, pleasant breeze flits by, caressing yuuta’s skin. his ring sways with the wind, gently.
”… huh?!”
panda furrow his brows, leaning closer with his palms on his knees. ”i thought we agreed that was stupid!” inumaki huffs out a low affirmative noise, holding his sketchbook tightly to his chest. but maki only puffs out her chest.
yuuta tilts his head, with a soft furrow of his brows. ”didn’t you just cuss out mr. gojo for suggesting that…?”
”well, it’s dumb when he says it…” she mutters, under her breath. then her gaze turns firm. ”look — yuuta.”
when the two lock eyes, he notices a steadfast determination, glimmering in her irises. something almost burning.
”you aren’t going to get anywhere if you’re too cowardly to even look them in the eye,” she tells him, not allowing him to squirm away from the eye contact. ”you guys can come up with those convoluted plans all you want, but there’s no way you’ll grow closer if you can’t face them.”
tousling her hair, softly, maki lets out a sigh. there’s a kindness to it, distinct. he can tell she’s trying to be tactful.
”if you really want to get to know them, then you have to be direct. and you have to believe in yourself. you’ve already resigned yourself to the fact that they’ll say no — but that’s just dumb.”
panda winces, under his breath, but doesn’t say anything. maybe this is exactly what yuuta needs to hear.
the boy in question listens, the eyes of his friend boring into his own. determined, confident, sincere — everything he isn’t. everything he wants to be.
”even if you don’t believe it, you’re a charming guy. we all think so,” she continues, matter-of-factly. angered affection overflowing in her voice.
”have some confidence, dammit!”
a moment passes. yuuta feels his lips part, ever so slightly. a little speechless.
panda and inumaki sit shoulder to shoulder, hands over their eyes, shielding themselves from the sight in front of them. comically, as if it’s too bright to look at directly.
”this… overflowing tough love…!”
”salmon roe…!”
maki grins, all teeth, a little wolfish. but kind. ”the worst thing they can say is no, right?
yuuta blinks. ”maki…” he mumbles, looking into her eyes, a certain sensation running through his chest. a kind of confidence. passed on from her to him — one friend to another. the most natural exchange in the world.
then he smiles. a little meek, somewhat awkward — but bright. ”yeah. yeah, you’re right!”
the lazy grin on her lips only deepens, as she gets up to her feet, dusting non-existent dirt off her jeans. reaching a hand out for yuuta to take. ”c’mon, loser. shape up. you’re gonna steal their heart, aren’t you?”
a moment passes.
yuuta takes her hand in his. ”i am,” he swallows down a gulp. willing his voice to sound even a little bit self-assured.
and she pulls him up, effortlessly, overflowing with a natural resilience. still grinning cheekily. encouraging him. ”you’re gonna go out there and do your best, right?”
”i — i am!”
another voice chimes in. ”you’re gonna finish my essay for me this week, right?”
”i am!”
…
”wait —”
maki hits panda over the head with a soft thwack. a wince leaves his lips, and inumaki giggles, quieting down when maki sends him a warning glance.
”don’t throw him off his game,” she huffs. then she turns to yuuta once more. ”let’s go find them. alright, loverboy?”
a smile blooms on his lips. grateful, to be surrounded by such sunny people. ones that make it a little easier to smile each day. ”right.”
— but before either of them can take a step forward, a warm voice spills into the open air.
”um, yuuta?”
the boy in question stops in his tracks. he feels his eyes widen, spinning on his heels, hair ruffled by the breeze — turning to look at the source of the sound.
it’s you.
you, with your sunkissed smile, that inviting voice. that soothing, soothing presence. one that has his heartbeat picking up in speed, hands growing sweaty, throat running dry. one that makes him feel a little bit feverish. and you’re looking right at him, into his eyes.
”hey!” he sputters, blinking rapidly to convince himself that he isn’t hallucinating. but you just keep smiling, answering his awkward greeting without skipping a beat.
”hi! sorry, could i just… talk to you, for a second?”
he blinks. the world stops spinning.
(you… want to talk….
to him?)
attempting to find the words, any words, he opens his mouth — but nothing comes out. not a single syllable, no vowels, not even a sound. nothing at all.
he can only stare, star-struck.
it’s not until his friends push him forward that he’s snapped out of it; they surround him, on all sides, wearing matching grins. teasing and excited.
”don’t worry, he’s all yours!”
”have fun, you two!”
”salmon!”
— then they’re off.
yuuta tries to reach for their sleeves, in a weak attempt to keep them from leaving, but they’re gone before he can even blink. leaving him all alone, with someone he can’t talk to without experiencing intense symptoms of heart failure.
he stumbles for something to say, again, but thankfully you beat him to it.
”sorry for interrupting you guys,” you say, voice set to a low tilt. apologetic. and his throat unclogs, a little.
”ah, no, it’s fine!” he smiles, maybe a little too giddy. wanting so badly to reassure you, to put you at ease. ”i’m happy to speak to you!”
…
(oh god oh no why did i say that —)
your smile widens, blooming like a flower in the sunlight. unfurling in front of his very eyes. ”me too!” you say, excitedly. ”i feel like you and i have been talking more, recently… it’s nice.”
eyes crinkling, you wringle your hands together, and look at him fondly. yuuta’s surprised he manages to keep his knees from buckling.
”i think so too!” he grins, ears pink and dimples showing.
both of you smile. the breeze curls around your hair, illuminating the colour of your eyes. yuuta stops breathing, for a moment — just taking it all in.
”so — anyway…” you murmur, fiddling with the fabric of your pants. ”um… haha. sorry, i’m — a little nervous…”
yuuta blinks.
(he knows where this is going. all the signs are there, right in front of him; the flush of your cheeks, the nervous tapping of your fingers, the hesitance in your eyes. he’s read enough shoujo manga — he knows what this means.)
and he almost can’t believe it.
all he can do is keep smiling, hoping it’ll give you even a fraction of the peace that your smile brings him. ”don’t be,” he says, voice soothing. scratching the back of his head. ”whatever it is, i’ll — um. i’ll listen, so…”
he clears his throat. swallowing thickly.
”just — whenever you're ready.”
there’s no mistaking it. your ears are painted pink, and you’re gnawing at your bottom lip. fiddling with your fingers and avoiding his gaze, with a soft inhale, clear air filling your lungs. he wonders if your throat feels as dry as his, if your heart is beating even half as fast.
”um… okay, so…” you mumble, eyes unable to stay in one place for too long. a soft bout of laughter escapes you, and he can tell you’re trying to stave off your own nervosity; it sends a pang of ache running through his chest.
he wants to tell you that there’s no need to be nervous. that he’d listen to anything you have say, absolutely anything, no matter what it is.
he wants to tell you that he’d never let you down, that he’d have to be foolish to even think the thought.
he wants to tell you that he’ll hear you out. whenever, wherever. for as long as you need.
”do you, um…”
a gulp. your eyes find his, and there’s a soft kind of decisiveness in them.
here it comes, he thinks. here it comes.
yuuta feels the heat on his cheeks, ears burning. and he hears the patter of his heartbeat, loud and heavy, echoing in his muddled mind like a mantra. but his chest feels light; fluttery, butterflies dancing around uncontrollably.
clutching the ring around his neck, subconsciously, he looks you in the eye.
they’re bright, glimmering like little galaxies — or maybe more like summer skies. painted over with a warm hue, something nostalgic and sweet, so pretty it hurts. if he strains his eyes enough, he’s almost sure he can see the swirling of fluffy clouds in the depths of your irises.
a smile rests on your lips. it's almost overwhelmingly sweet, albeit a little shy, as you part your pretty lips. voice soaked in nervosity, tingly and shaky, and something he knows to be puppy love.
a shallow, dry intake of breath. yuuta braces himself.
here it comes.
your voice spills out into the air, dripping with honey and magnolias. he thinks to himself that he’d like to hear the melodic lilt of it every single day; before going to bed, right after waking up. walking to campus together, heading back to the dorms when the sky gets dark.
just the sound alone would be enough.
subconsciously, he tugs on the strap of his backpack. thinking of the pencil inside it. his lucky charm, along with the ring around his neck — ordinary objects, both too precious for words.
(when we grow up, let’s get married!
you can keep it, if you want.)
here it comes, yuuta thinks.
a new beginning.
he strains his ears, and purses his lips, and watches your lips move as you finally ask —
”do you have maki’s number?”
(somewhere in the distance, from an inconspicuous bush, the muffled screams of three students and one professor resounds.)
#sorry yuuta T_T#I LOVE THIS BOY!! W MY WHOLE CHEST!!! (i just happen to also love maki oops)#dont worry abt it guys the obvious solution here is yutamaki x reader🥳#i love college yuuta sm aaa…. hes so sweet…. i wanna pick him up n throw him against a wall#sorry. im sorry#he gives me cuteness aggression ok😥😥#writing for inumaki makes me feel so goofy... why am i out here going “salmon salmon mentaiko”..........#okkotsu yuuta#yuuta x you#yuuta x reader#jjk yuuta#yuuta okkotsu x reader#yuuta okkotsu x you#yuuta fluff#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#jjk college au
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Hi🫶🏻🫶🏻 could u do a mammon oneshot that takes place after fizz quits.(pretending the twins don’t exist) Like the reader is like the new face of his brand. Ppl start shipping the reader and him online, so he goes along with it for clout and money. But they both eventually end up catching feelings. ( ik it’s rlly specific but I keep thinking about it) also I like ur writing 💜
The internet is a magical place💚
I immediately liked the request and had an idea in mind. It's not something too difficult so my mind was happy Lmao
TW:why do I even put it in if there's never anything to worry about except for swear words, but c'mon, it's Helluva Boss
Mammon x GN! Reader
The news were full of what happened at the last clown pageant. Everything was about Fizzarolli and his relationship with Asmodeus and how Mammon was ridiculed...
Mammon was FURIOUS
He needed a new face, a new someone to put everywhere and make money. He did everything until he finally found it... He found you.
You were perfect! You were funny, good looking and great for the audience! The perfect clown to replace Fizzarolli!
Mammon immediately made plushies, cereal, service bots (you choose what kind of service), hell, even a body pillow of ya!
Phone cases... Halloween costumes for kids... Lamps... Everything!
You became a star!
But like every star, you were a victim of the internet effect of the rule too
For some unknown reason, people shipped you and Mammon
No one knew why, but when you opened your phone, on Envybrl (Tumblr), on Sintter (Twitter or X), there were fanart of you and Mammon
All kind of Fanart! (I know I don't do NSFW, but when I say any kind, I mean any kind)
Mammon saw it too, a lot of it too
"What is that? Wh- why are we hugging in this one?"
He says, pointing at his phone, looking at a fanart of him and you cuddling
"i don't know, sir... The internet scares me"
"Ye..."
Mammon didn't understand why. When Fizzarolli was there no one made these things, but with you it was different
The more Mammon watched, the more he realized how beautiful you looked, and how he liked these fanarts
Mammon started to like every post and imagine these things were true...
Every day, you find a new gift at your door from an unknown person, even if it wasn't that unknown because the wrapping was green black and yellow
One day though, Mammon decides to Rizz you up, because obviously he won't do it normally
"Sir, you wanted me here?"
You said after being called in his office, only to find Mammon in his special valentine outfit (It's just the old one but pink and with hearts)
"Hey, Are you a Wi-Fi signal? Because I’m feeling a strong connection"
That was horrible, adorable, but horrible
"Sir... What?"
"oh, shit uh... Well, I'm out of lines"
"What is happening?"
"Well, I never thought that would've happened, since you're a lower class and shit- but, I found myself liking these fan arts mentally unstable people post of us.."
"Oh!"
You were stunned. Mammon. THE Mammon... Likes you?"
"Well... If I'm gonna be honest... I also found myself liking some of those posts..."
Mammon didn't realise at first and looks at you confused (Idiot)
"I like you too"
Just after you tell him he realises. Mammon smiles widely and hugs you with his four arms, so tightly you couldn't breath
"oh, you're a bloody legend, Y/N!"
"Eh... The internet is really a magical place..."
#i love him#he's so stupid#hb mammon#helluva mammon#helluva boss#helluva boss mammon#helluva boss x reader#mammon x reader hb#mammon x reader#mammon x reader helluva boss#helluva boss mammon x reader#vivziepop#oneshot#mammon helluva boss#gn y/n#hellaverse
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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙: 𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔠𝔥 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦 𝔦𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔰𝔫’𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔶 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱
𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔰𝔱
Soulmates. What a fucking joke.
It was borderline hilarious to think that a red piece of string no thicker than twine would somehow wrap around a stranger’s pinky and your own, and then suddenly be proclaimed one by the cosmos. It was a reality for your society though, and god did you fucking hate it.
You especially hated it since your soulmate was the reason you were dying.
It had all started during your first year at UA. Adrenaline was coursing through everyone’s veins as they entered the gargantuan doors of the prestigious Class 1-A classroom, marvelling at the sheer size of it.
Katsuki was one of the first people there. Being surprisingly introverted, he wanted to avoid the crowds and find a good seat where he could chill before he could blow shit to oblivion. What he hadn’t intended was for his finger to start twitching like crazy the second the door swung open again.
His pinky finger.
In a single second, a red rope split from the tip of his finger before looping its way around his pinky and travelling across the room to where you stood in awe. Your finger was also driving you insane as the exact same thing happened to you before the rope connected the two of you in the centre.
Both of you stood gobsmacked at the revelation of finding your soulmate. You were filled with so much excitement, so happy and!- wait. Why is he scowling?
Katsuki could feel the initial excitement wear away before the usual irritation seeped through him. Great. Another fucking distraction. He turned his head away from you with an uninterested look, almost shooing you away.
Your smile faltered a little, but not before you gripped your backpack and attempted to make conversation.
“All right class, it took you all seven minutes to shut up. That’s not gonna fly”.
It was so difficult for you to get the handsome stranger’s attention. All throughout the first day, every time you attempted to strike up a conversation, you would be dismissed with a scoff or him immediately walking away.
It was frustrating to say the least. It was an absolute shit show after the training exercise too; Bakugou, as you learned, had a temper as unruly as his hair. Luckily for you, unluckily for him, you managed to catch up to him and nudged him gently on the shoulder.
He glared at you with an intent look, one definitely made to kill.
“What.”
You gulped a little at his gruff scoff before regaining your composure and adorned a small smile.
“Look, I don’t know if you didn’t realise, but we’re soulmates. I was wondering if-“ you were interrupted before you even got the chance to finish.
“You listen here, right freakin’ now. I’m here to become the world’s best hero ever, and I do not need any distractions. This whole soulmates thing is bullshit, just another “fuck you” to people with goals. Do whatever the hell you want, just leave me the fuck alone,” he seethed lowly.
You gulped a little at his intensity. A nervous smile entered your face as you tried to calm him down.
“I understand that it’s… sudden to say the least, but I’d at least like to be friends with you! Your abilities in the training exercise today were really cool, and-” your rambles were ceased completely by an aggravated grunt.
“Did you not hear a fucking thing I just said?! I’m here to be a hero, not to make fucking friends! As far as you’re concerned, you’re an enemy. Nothing but a stone for me to secure my victory. You’re not fucking special just because of some stupid piece of string!” He yelled, causing you to shrink back.
“I was just trying to help you calm down, you seemed very upset after that green haired kid used his power against you,” you looked at him with worry in your eyes. If anything, your dopey eyes infuriated him more.
Something snapped in Bakugou as he lifted you by the collar, causing you to squirm uncomfortably in the air. His palms smoked against your uniform.
“I’m only gonna say this one more fucking time. Leave. Me. The hell. Alone. Go find someone else to fucking pity you useless bitch,” he released you with a scoff as you fell on your ass.
“Tch. As if the universe sent someone as pathetic as you to be with someone like me,” he scoffed as he turned to walk home, leaving you to tear up in horror at how mean your soulmate was.
Unfortunately for you, that single event triggered a near year long bullying. Constant harassment never stopped following you, whether you pestered Bakugou or not. Harshly bumping into you in the halls, criticising your training techniques unfairly and accidentally totally on purpose spilling his protein shakes on your assignments, making them nearly illegible. Aizawa shook his head at your “clumsiness”, often giving you more laps for undone homework or even berating you in front of your classmates.
You, however, couldn’t bring yourself to tell Aizawa the truth. Something bugged you about how troubled your soulmate was to deliberately cause you such aggro. It wasn’t even stuff that you could really tell a teacher for; criticism for fighting villains? Bumping into you in the halls?
You figured that he needed time to sort out his teenage angst, but the bullying was starting to get to you. The belittling comments made you hyper-aware of mistakes, making you anxious easily. Seeds of doubt sewed themselves deep in your brain, making sleep a troublesome process.
Ochaco and Tsu took note of how badly Bakugou seemed to get under your skin, so they took it upon themselves to arrange a day out for you and the girls in the new cat cafe in the prefecture.
“Y’know, I really don’t understand why you won’t tell Aizawa the real reason why you’re struggling (N/N),” Ochaco looked at you worriedly, petting the small white cat perched in her lap. The other girls murmured into agreement.
“For real, Bakugou treats you like utter shit. I mean, he treats everyone like that but you and Midoriya seem to have it the worst,” Jirou said. You gently petted the one-eyed calico cat on the cat tree next to you.
“I understand what you mean, I really do. Don’t get me wrong, he really pisses me off at times, but sometimes I wonder if he’s okay. Like, it can’t be healthy how angry he is,” you pondered quietly.
“But (Y/N), every time you try to talk to him, he always ignores you or says something really mean. Are you sure there’s nothing deeper going on?” Yaoyorozu asked delicately. You could feel your cheeks heat up at the implication.
“Yeah (N/N)! Do you have some kind of masochistic infatuation with him?” Mina asked devilishly. You shook your head determinedly, mindful of the meowing kitties playing on the cat trees.
“No that’s not it at all!! I just think there’s something a little bit deeper to him!! I don’t like him or anything!!” Your face heated up as Mina’s face finally lit up in realisation.
“Oh. My. God. NO WAY?!?” Mina squealed, hugging you tightly. The girls looked at each other in confusion, before starting to realise one by one. Yaomomo looked at you in slight disgust.
“(N/N). Is it true? Is Bakugou your… soulmate?” She didn’t look very pleased at the realisation. You looked down with heated cheeks as you twiddled your thumbs.
“…yes.”
A plethora of differing emotions scattered across the table. Mina seemed thrilled at the idea of you finding your soulmate; Jirou and Yaomomo seemed disgusted; Ochaco and Tsu seemed pitiful whilst Hagakure… well. You couldn’t tell.
“I know what it looks like. I think that underneath that anger and frustration, there’s a good guy. I don’t want to dismiss him as his soulmate immediately because what if I skip out on the best relationship of my life? I think he is really a sweet guy,” you murmured.
“Babe you’re literally delusional,” Jirou glanced at you.
“I agree with Kyouka. Bakugou clearly wants nothing to do with you. You’re only going to get yourself hurt, and as your friend I hate seeing him being so crude to you,” Yaomomo rubbed your hand gently.
“Mhm! It’s not healthy the way he treats you. Soulmate or not, that’s no excuse to treat you so meanly,” Ochaco angrily pouted. Tsuyu turned to look at you.
“(N/N), we’re just saying this because we care. We’ll support you no matter what you do, but please don’t allow yourself to get hurt moving oceans for a guy who wouldn’t jump over a puddle, ribbit,” Tsuyu said.
“Thanks girls, I really appreciate your advice. I’m gonna leave him alone now I think,” you reply sadly. Yaomomo rubbed your arm gently with a reassuring smile.
“It’s for the best, dear,” she said. And for the best it was.
Although Bakugou was still a pain in the ass, you kept to yourself and your friends. You only bothered with him when absolutely necessary for school, and even then it was just the bare essentials of conversation. You stopped asking him about his day, how his training was coming along and how he found the latest essay.
It unnerved him a bit. He didn’t enjoy being plagued by questions, but now you had left him alone? It was a silence he wasn’t used to. But he demanded you stopped talking, right? So why did he feel so… empty?
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do you have any headcanons for aemond or ewan (idk if u write for real people) but what do you think either of them would be like in a relationship?
Dating Ewan Mitchell:
Ewan gives off very caring bf vibes
he definitely listens to you all the time
he has a genuine interest in what you say and he learns about you through that
he LOVES seeing you in his clothes
doesnt care if he slowly starts running out of shirts bc seeing you in them makes it better
HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS
ewan loves horror movies and if you don’t… he will respect that
but that doesn’t mean he wont try to convince you
maybe it works
maybe it doesn’t
or maybe you will just as long as you get to be cuddled up to him🤭
OMG CUDDLES
i feel like he gives AMAZING hugs so imagine just laying in your apartment together and he just pulls you into him or your in bed post sex and his arms are wrapped tight, maybe legs entwining with yours
COUPLE FIGHTS:((((((((
tbh i don’t think they would happen often, ewan seems like the guy to realize somethings wrong and bring it up to try and talk
and he seems pretty responsible so fights over chores probably wouldn’t happen
but not saying they wouldn’t happen, one that might happen is over work
if both of you are actors you might not have time too be with each other so there will be more understanding
but if you’re not a celebrity of any kind, it most likely will be a little difficult for you
ewan might but put job before you to often and that hurts:(
you have love and supported him through his hard times, you visit him on set, you go to his premieres
but it goes both ways
a fight would break out, maybe a screaming match followed by some silent treatment until one of you breaks probably ewan
it ends with make up sex
BIG BACK?
im not to sure about ewans cooking abilities since I've only even seen a mention of a steak
BUT if he can cook he probably would cook for you a lot when he can
or if he cant and you can then you’ll take on the cooking aspect
but if you’re not as together as youd like due to work or you’re having a lazy day
i see some take out or simply going out to dinner frequently
The LIL GREEN MONSTER
ngl ewan doesn’t seem like the jealous type NOW
but when his career started kicking off maybe he was a lil jealous of the people you hanged out with
or if you’re a little bit more well known than him and have an established career before him and you had been dating already
boy probably had to deal with the people you work with already and got used to it
but i see a silent jealous person in him if it comes down to it
staying right behind you
holding on to you at all times
maybe he will go as far as kissing you in front of everyone
neck kisses
A LOT of pecks
he might even get a lil handsy around the person
or he will try a full blown make out session and you’ll be like 😯🤨
you both like your privacy like the media might not even know but they will now depending on where its happening
he’s a professional but he loves you so much
but once you catch one to whats his deal
a lil talking too with some words of reassurance and a kiss ofc and he’s back to normal
The talk of MARRIAGE and/or kids probably would come up depending on how long you had been together
i can see ewan giving you a promise ring, especially if you had been dating since you were young
but i say give him two or three years and he’s on one knee
kids though….
not sure if ewan wants kids or if he does obviously just not now
so if you guys got married, kids probably wont happen immediately
unless you had an oopsie before or right after marriage
but the whippets are enough for you two for now🥰
thats all i got for now😙✌🏾
he seems like a pussy eating king ngl
legs trembling
the type to cum just by giving you pleasure
imagine the groans😩
IMAGINE THE CHAIN DANGLING
THIS ISNT A NSFW FUCKK
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a/n- first time writing a headcannon😗i know this was supposed to be both ewan and aemond but aemonds will come later🥰
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"Send my love to your new lover, treat her better. We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts. We both know we ain't kids no more."
"I saw the signs and I ignored it, rose-coloured glasses all distorted. Set fire to my purpose and I let it burn. You got off on hurting when it wasn't yours. We'd always go into it blindly, I needed to lose you to find me. This dancing was killing me softly. I needed to hate you to love me."
Someone/many different people who you were strongly committed to you seem to have done you dirty. At that time, you were the greenest green flag, you were dependable and wanted to come off as someone like that as well. You were grounded, you were humble and in your 'treat people well' era. You felt like everything was fine until it wasn't anymore. People around you started acting shady, you picked up on the negative vibes or out of the blue, you found out about something that someone close to you did or said behind your back. For some of you, there seems to have been a boy or man involved, it could not be connected to the first scenario at all but for most of you, there seems to be an energy of people leaving one after another, something like your friends backstab you then you find out about your boyfriend cheating and even your guy friend chooses to say hurtful things just for the purpose of tearing you down. If the boy situation does resonate, you realised that they were with you for their own selfish reasons. You felt like they manipulated you for their own personal gain. This guy could've kept you a secret from others. For a while, you continued lying to yourself about this situation due to the affection or attachment that you felt towards them. You were trying your best to believe that something when it was just not the truth. Regardless of which one of the scenarios resonate (for many of you, all of these will resonate), you felt betrayed and to be honest, you were in fact betrayed. When this event happened, you felt the need to be realistic and practical, you knew that you deserved something mutual but maybe due to love, it took a while for you to walk away. Walking away seemed to be something that you did only after you were completely drained out. You were still bonding with other people, maybe you were exposed to others after this event happened so you had no choice. Even though, you seemed to be having good platonic relationships, they felt shallow to you or they made you happy but you weren't able to talk about you deepest emotions to anyone. You were breaking down on the inside but due to your public or social image, no one seemed to see it. It was a time for you to receive healing, you weren't doing well emotionally. A lot of chaotic events happened in your life one after the other but at that point, you were just resting. These people and situations broke you down to the point, you lost your self esteem.
You needed support and help at that time but you were not getting it, I feel like you were not even trying to talk to anyone about your emotions to be honest. It was difficult for you to think clearly. Your judgement was very blurry. Regardless of how painful it must've felt, if you look back, you'll notice that you've released so many negative thoughts, habits, feelings and just way of being. Negative feelings coming up, everything falling apart was just for things to get better. I'm getting that these were negative cycles and connections disguised as positive ones so you didn't understand how you didn't see it earlier. You might have noticed red flags but because they acted alright after that, you didn't think that it was important to walk away. You were confused about a lot of things. You were stuck in that toxic cycle for so long and realised just how much control it had over you. You felt the need to take responsibility for things that weren't even your fault. In the thick of healing, you thought that you deserved all the bad things that they were doing and saying to you. You thought that these people genuinely had good intentions towards you and were 'your people'. I'm getting multiple people here but there's a chance that it was either just your friends or your love interest. Even if it wasn't a love interest, a guy could've been involved. You sometimes wonder how you didn't notice the huge red flags earlier and were naive enough to believe that those people had loving intentions for you. You could've been really nice to most if not all of these people so you were just like, "why? I was nothing but nice to them". There seems to have been some (a lot tbh) confusion in such aspects. This is confusing but I'm getting best friends who turned against you after a mistake you made but you found out that they didn't like you all along or if a guy was the main problem here, it could be a best friend or a boyfriend/situationship who broke you down until you had to leave them. For most of you, it is both. The closure is that this person thought that they had a certain control over you so when they realised that that was not the case, they got over dominating. In the case of friends, they found a reason to finally bully you so they took it. These people were all really dishonest and are the kind of people who are not willing to change their ways. They were angry at you but it was not because of what you did, for the guy it was because they had frustrations in their own life and for the friends, it was because they 'thought' that you thought that you were better than them.
There was a lot of chaos, what they forgot is that you're a very strong character, you might have bended to meet their needs and match their personalities but it didn't mean that you lost your strength as a person. You adored them so you acted softer, they took it as a weakness. They were all being really selfish. It makes a lot of sense if it was a group of people, they were abusing their power to take advantage of you. For some of you, when you weren't letting them take advantage of you, they started acting all passive-aggressive, outright aggressive or angry. You were giving too much without expecting much, please remember that it's important to have standards. I think that you've learnt your lesson now though. You probably had spiteful arguments and they were not thinking before speaking. It's not alright, they disrespected you. Don't forget the things that they said to you, forgive them but don't let them anywhere near you, though it's your own decision. They made reckless mistakes in the heat of the moment not caring about your emotions at all. They're all people who cannot hold themselves accountable, they did not have your best interests at heart. The things that they said and did were to simply tear you down, it barely had anything to do with the mistakes you made but more about things that were in they own heads. "You think that you're the center everywhere" or "you're all that", things that are just their own insecurities. They were in fact very selfish, I'll give you an example, supposing you broke the girl code, the whole group turned against you but because you broke the girl code but because they all had their own personal grudges against you. Move on, they're not worth it. God/universe/whoever you believe in had to take you away from them because you were just better than them. I don't think that anyone is better than anyone but you were mature in many more aspects as opposed to them. You were trying to make things right and solve the matter at hand but they were just pushing their insecurities and grudges onto you. Your life has definitely gotten better in atleast two ways after these people left your life. Your closure = the disrespect.
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"Take my hand and hold on, tell me everything that you need to say. Cause I know how it feels to be someone, feels to be someone who loses their way."
"And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us, he's in the club doing I don't know what, you're so cool, it makes me hate you so much."
A crush that got nowhere? A 'friend' who's not just a friend? If someone came into your mind, this is your pile. This is tricky though, some of you could have come here thinking about a situationship or relationship break up that was really messy, you met someone after that though, didn't you? The person who you were in a situationship or relationship didn't care about you enough, they were unintentionally using you but it wasn't entirely 'unintentional', they knew that it could hurt you, you gave a lot to this person/situation so you were scorned but that's the happy ending, if you stuck around longer, things would've been worse. Your happy ending in this situation is to tap into your potential, make the most out of it, become more confident and to start a new cycle. For the ones, who met someone else after this situationship/relationship, you were in a state of anguish when you met this person. The situationship/relationship had left you completely drained out. I'll describe the person that you met after that in order to help you confirm. This person has a mind of their own, they are quite different from most people that you've met. They seem so free to you. They helped you change direction and made you feel more confident. They also seem to be a very confident person. They gifted you with a new perspective. The entire situation was very thrilling to you. You had a lot of fun with them and even they seemed to have fun with you. There were times when they seemed really enthusiastic around you. They're also someone who stands strong and has a lot of courage according to you. They're just so different (in the best way) according to you. You are confused because they were really generous with you. You might have gotten a little bit vulnerable around them too. There seems to be a level of connectivity (almost telepathic) between the both of you. They were quite receptive and talkative with you, the both of you were to a certain extent.
That was the dynamic so you don't understand how and why everything just ended. You feel like the both of you were quite observant when it comes to other. I feel like you're like "I just don't get it", I'm getting a little bit of disappointment. You wonder if you read in between the lines for things that don't even exist. You thought that they were curious about you too. Maybe also because of the past relationship/situationship, you started become a bit more rational and this just added onto that. You had really interesting conversations and felt connected to them, you felt a chemistry and connection. You felt like you had to kind of move away from your fairytale romance. 'Fairytale romance' that's how you looked at it. They did come into your life at a time like that so I get it. The ending between the both of you makes you question everything. The closure here is that you're still single, you're free to do whatever you desire. They came into your life as a catalyst of growth, to help you start a new journey. Their intentions towards you were not bad, they gave you a lot of hope for the future, they made you happy. They helped you prepare for a new journey, for most of you, you won't ever end up with this person but regardless of whether you do or not, you'll be fine. They reminded you of the life and love that you desire and deserve. They made it easier for you to let go of your former situationship/relationship. Even this situation, you should let it go. You should accept everything that has happened, forgive them if you do have any resentment against them and focus solely on yourself. You helped them release negative thoughts, feelings and patterns. Their deepest fears resurfaced when they met you and even they themself were healing. Something being fleeting or temporary does not make it insignificant, take care loves. If it wasn't for them, there's a high likelihood of you going back to past toxic people.
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"Why would you speak to me that way? Especially when I always said that I haven't got the words for you. All your diction dripping with disdain, I always tell the truth."
"I've never known someone like you, tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue. Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to kiss me. I guess I'm forever stuck by the glue, oh and you?"
"Never thought I'd find you but you're here, and so I love you. I'm not lying when I say I've been stuck by the glue onto you."
Who cheated on you? If it was not cheating, it was still something that caused you to feel betrayed. Majority of you have mommy issues, some of you are here with her on your mind while the rest of you are here thinking about someone who is like your mother if you carefully think about it. You got manipulated. This person was out of control with their actions and words when it came to you. They were mean too. You really neglected yourself because of this person. They left you worrying quite a lot. This is giving me similar vibes to narcissistic abuse. You gave too much of yourself to this person :(. You pretty much treated this person like your family oh my god. You were clinging onto them. You were not willing to walk away and move on from this person until things got too much to bear, this person was stripped away from your life not gonna lie. With this person, you had really low self esteem. There were often times when you had to watch what you said just so you don't end up triggering this person because they used to say things to tear you down. They were not willing to communicate and they acted like you were trying to pick up fights. They made you feel a lot of guilt when it wasn't even your fault. You had to fake happiness with that person because everything was always about them, they might have underestimated you or belittled your emotions but you noticed it only after you left the situation and realised that they never cared about you. You started becoming really confident after you let go of them and it caused you a to be a little bit confused because of it. You realised that all of you needed was a leap of faith. They were definitely holding your potential down. You started feeling liberated and free, a very new and sort of uncomfortable feeling for you. They made you feel really humiliated in one way or another.
They were so conceited and honestly a piece of shit, you were just like "I was such a fool, how did I not see it earlier?" Plus the thing is that you were aware of such aspects existing within them, you just didn't know that they were so extreme. You also didn't understand how they could do that to you when you had nothing but pure intentions towards them. Your closure is that they're actually high drama. You were taking too many of their demands and being pressured when they didn't deserve any of it. I don't like to say things like this but you were too good for them, no matter how great they'd become or what they would do, they will never amount to you. Also, no matter how much harder you would've loved them, it wouldn't make them treat you better, I'm glad that you walked away. If you're having second thoughts about it, remember the disrespect, don't forget how much they hurt you. They're just a selfish piece of shit who never deserved you. Also, you were never compatible, you had interesting conversations because you're an interesting person, you had fun with them because you were a fun person, the connection lasted as long as it did only because of your tolerance. Your closure is that you know the right answer from within was to walk away. You were supposed to start seeing things from a different and clearer perspective. You were supposed to learn your boundaries now. It was important for you to find new purposes or realign with your purpose that you might have abandoned for other people. Your direction is supposed to be different from this person's and set there. You're supposed to be the one that got away and stayed away. You felt like you were stuck by a glue onto them because of the attachment that you had with them. It might have been difficult for you to leave this person earlier due to guilt, attachment or just loneliness, you might have been worried about them though.
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Damian crossed his arms. A part of him wanted to be angry at Danyal. How dare he lie to them? They wanted to ensure he was fine, and here he was, not telling them the whole truth.
Then, the guilt set in.
Damian wouldn’t have to have asked if he had checked up on his brother if he had remembered he had a brother. Why was he so angry? They were strangers to Danyal. Of course, he would keep his secrets close to his chest. He had lied to the League, knowing that it could result in his death. Lying to the famous ‘no killing allowed’ Batman must’ve been easier.
Danyal sat in midair, his legs crossed.
It was difficult to see Danyal as, was he a ghost? Was his brother dead?
“How did you gain powers,” Richard asked, “Neither Talia nor Bruce have the metagene.”
Danyal shrugged but didn’t answer.
“Listen, I appreciate that you guys care enough to come and visit me, even if it is years later,” he mumbled the last part. It still made the family flinch, “But I don’t owe you guys anything. I don’t have to explain the ifs, whys, and buts. Just because you guys feel guilty, you can’t just uproot my whole life and claim to care and want to take me away from the only loving family I have ever known.”
“I’m not in any danger here—”
“You’re a child hero without adult supervision,” Bruce said.
“—And I have everything under control.”
“You shouldn’t have to have everything under control, Danny. I understand the need to help, but you’re young. You deserve to have some help.”
“What makes you think I don’t have help?”
“Really, do your parents know you’re Phantom?”
Danyal said nothing.
“We want to help, Danyal,” Damian said.
A look of anger marred Danyal’s face.
“Help? Like when you said you would help me train, shoved a sword through my shoulder, and then pushed me from a tower?”
Damian flinched and ignored Tim’s judgmental look.
“That was wrong of me. I apologize for everything I’ve done to you.”
Danny was about to say something before stopping. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure this wasn’t a trap and didn’t want to give Damian a reason to take him back. So far, it looked like the League was no longer involved, but Batman and his…children were an unknown factor. If he could convince them to leave…
“Daniel James Fenton, you are in big trouble, young man!”
Uh-oh. Irate older sister alert.
Every member of the Batfamily was surprised that an angry teenage red-haired girl had snuck up on them.
She was carrying a green and white baseball bat, and her eyes seemed to glow.
Duke noticed she had a weird aura around her, too. It wasn’t as strong as Danny’s, but still there.
“Who are you people? Why is a group of mostly adults meeting my younger brother in the middle of the night in a desolate park?”
The girl looked at everyone at them and gave a double take when she spotted Damian. She turned to Danny.
“Why are they here,” she asked loudly.
“Jazz, this is Bruce and Damian Wayne. They are my biological father and twin brother. Oh, and everyone else is Bruce’s adopted kids, I guess.”
Wow, he had Damian’s introduction skills.
She turned around and crossed her arms. The bat was still in her hands.
“I’ll ask again: why are you here?”
“I just found out about Danny and wanted to meet him?”
Jazz walked up to Bruce and, without hesitation, poked Bruce’s chest with the baseball bat.
“Oh, and you couldn’t have waited until morning and talked to our parents first? You just had to lure my baby brother away from the safety of his home and basically ambush him?”
“Jazz,” Danny whined, embarrassed.
“I’m just saying it how I see it, little brother.”
“There were some outside circumstances that would’ve made meeting,” Jazz interrupted Bruce by banging the end of the baseball bat on the floor. It left a crater.
“I don’t care about you’re ‘outside circumstances.’ Most of you are adults, and you have a minor with you at night without his legal guardian’s knowledge. If you want to talk to Danny, meet our parents first and set up a meeting like a normal person.”
“Jazz, you don’t understand who they are—”
“I don’t care if they’re the president. Rules exist for a reason. Now come, Danny, we’re going home. Tucker and Sam are worried.”
Danny detransformed and followed Jazz. The last thing he heard was the butler say, “I like her.”
He sighed. It was going to be a long ride back home.
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Tim had yet to learn what happened.
One minute, he was introduced to the Demon Brat’s twin brother (who seemed more mellow than Damian). The next, they had been attacked by some creature that Danny beat in under ten seconds.
He knew Danny had been lying when he opened his mouth, and Cass had confirmed it. He hadn’t had time to interrogate the kid, though, before an angry red-hair, who reminded him a bit of Barbara, showed up and chewed Bruce out while holding nothing more than a baseball bat.
“Well, that was…interesting,” Duke said.
“I like her,” Jason said, “She stood up to Bruce.”
Bruce glared at Jason. It wasn’t often he got chewed out, and it had never been from a teenage girl. He didn’t like it.
“So, next course of action,” Tim asked.
“Tt, obviously we get Danyal out of this…situation. He shouldn’t have to deal with all of this alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, baby bat.”
“Why not?”
“Danny seems to be attached to his adoptive family. He’s suffered a lot in the League. Don’t you think we should consider his feelings?”
The brat thought about it before deflating a little but said nothing.
“So, I repeat: what now?”
Bruce said nothing, not sure what to do.
Suddenly, the smell of earl grey tea was heavy in the air, and he felt the phantom hand of his late surrogate father.
He took a deep breath and said, “It’s time to meet the Fenton.”
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“I accept your apology. I understand that children are difficult to control on occasion," Draxum says.
The yokai tilts his head, his snout wrinkling slightly as if he doesn’t know how to take Draxum’s words. But it doesn’t seem to be the worst reaction the ferret could have had, at least.
“Mister?” Raphael tugs again at Draxum’s train, raising his free hand to point at something on one of the shelves. “Can you grab those crackers for me?”
Draxum blinks. “Which ones, the red box?”
“No, the green and yellow one. The Critter Crackers. No, the big one.”
Draxum settles his hand in front of a large box on the top shelf with yellow and green stripes and stylized animals of various kinds, mostly non-sentient beasts of burden and the like. “So this one.”
“Yay! I betted you were tall enough to get them!” Raphael squeals. Is that why he approached Draxum in the first place? So Draxum could do something for him?
The ferret grumbles something under his breath, then sighs. “We need to go, Raphael. I do not particularly want to stay here any longer.”
Draxum slowly grabs the box and hands it to the child, who giggles happily and runs back to his father’s side.
“And what, exactly, do you mean to imply by that?” He stares down at the ferret, trying to understand what this stranger could possibly have against him. If anything, Draxum is the one who deserves to hold a grudge, given that the turtles were stolen from him.
The yokai’s fur begins to stand on edge again. “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Boys—stop trying to open the box, I need to pay for those first!”
“I want the simurghs, I want the simurghs!” The box turtle finally lets go of Draxum’s leg and leaps away, latching onto the box as the others swarm around it.
“Nuh uh, I get the simurghs this time! You promised that last time!” The slider hollers. How did he get over there so quickly, wasn’t he just by Draxum’s leg?
A sudden fluttering sound from down the aisle alerts Draxum to the approach of his gargoyles, each of them carrying a basket larger than they are.
“Hey, boss! We finished with the lists you gave us—what’s with the kids?” Huginn asks, hovering as close to Draxum’s shoulder as possible without ramming the basket into a helmet horn.
“My children are none of your business,” the ferret grumbles tiredly.
“Oh, cool, so you’re their parent then?” Muninn chirps.
“He’s our dad!” the slider crows, latching onto the ferret yokai’s arm and grinning. “We only got one dad though. Some people have more parents. Do you have parents?”
Huginn nods. “Yep, Muninn and I have five or so. We’re not really brothers, though, we’re hatchmates. Common misconception.”
The ferret yokai opens his mouth, then shuts it again. His tail twitches erratically. “I… I need to leave.”
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Astrology observations #3
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-i think it is not difficult to spot someone with scorpio placements/8th house in the big 6 (not that much in the sun tho). their energy appears darker, even when they have more "light-hearted" placements in the chart.
-pisces and leo can get along pretty well, the leo can get pisces out of their shell, and pisces can help them to relax and embrace their strong emotions
-people with scorpio+libra placements are irrestistible to others. they are charming, beautiful and mysterious.
-virgos have a way with words, they are very gifted and super smart. writing down their thoughts and feelings (bonus points if they use other creative outlets to do so) is so helpful for their mental health
-gemini placements can notice someone fake really quickly. i've noticed the same for pisces. geminis tend to really analyze these people, while pisces listen to their gut that is rarely wrong. i know it may sound ironic since many people state geminis are fake, but i disagree with them
-as they get older, sagittarius moons become more interested in spirituality and learning about other cultures; even when these themes are irrelevant to them when they're very young
-virgo stelliums love the color green, a lot!
-i have noticed that some people tend to hate a zodiac sign that is their own moon sign (they're often not aware of this, and not familiar with astrology)for example, i know a scorpio sun with leo moon that dislikes leos, and a virgo sun with taurus moon that dislikes taurus people
-as a gemini rising, i do sometimes feel like there's so many different sides of me i present to the public, but that's mostly because i can only be my true self around the people i like, and i also absorb some behavior from the people i adore (even speech, unintentionally)
-taurus/2nd house mercuries have strong opinions on things, especially those that are very important to them. they also dislike people who are not trustworthy and direct
-taurus and cancer placements love food and cooking. when they cook, they put love into it and they like to prepare meals for people they love. they want to give others the comfort they seek themselves. they dislike cooking for people who don't appreciate their effort
-mars in leo can be really good with kids. especially if they also have earth placements, they are nurturing, creative and responsible which is the best combo
-venus in virgo/6th house won't enter a relationship with just anyone, they have their standards
-venus in the 11th really do dream about falling in love with their best friend, they wouldn't have it any other way
-a lot of sister signs can get along, but there is something about pisces and virgo that cannot be described (yet i will proceed to try) they have so much understanding for each other and it feels like they complete each other. pisces help them to dream big and accept their emotions (and to be less harsh on themselves), and virgos help pisces to stay firmly on the ground and achieve their goals
-saturn in the 4th house can have very dramatic and difficult experiences with their family. their parents weren't easy to get along with, and they never taught them how to be emotionally vulnerable and mature. they have the pressure to build a family of their own as well, but they struggle with this. however, this doesn't mean that they are doomed, many people can work on themselves and not make their parents' mistakes.
-saturn in the 6th need to be careful not to work too much. especially if they love what they do, they shouldn't spend 24/7 thinking about work, and should start taking care of themselves and nourish their interests/hobbies
-leo moons are said to be creative for a reason. they want to explore so many things and master all of them, or at least reach a level they can be proud of. art can be in their little finger, but they shouldn't be too hard on themselves when they don't reach their own expectations
-capricorn risings have conventionally beautiful characteristics. some also seem authoritative, so people don't want to mess with them and assume they're very serious. also, people often mistake them for scorpios
-uranus in the 1st in one's chart may indicate that this person needs a lot of freedom and they want to have control over everything in their life. they want to be in the spotlight, but they are sometimes scared that people would judge them. they feel different than others and they want to fit in, so that they can achieve their goals. they need to accept their eccentric side and surround themselves with people who appreciate them.
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— genshin x sick! gn! reader hcs
characters; xiao, tighnari, childe, cyno
warnings; comfort, fluff, sickness/fever
summary; how your boyfriend takes care of you when you feel under the weather !
— XIAO;
- he’s better at telling if you have a temperature through the forehead touch than most people are, there’s a certain vibe and energy he gets from a forehead that’s burning hot and definitely sick
- he offers to bring you soup that’ll warm up your body and kick out the sickness
- there are also techniques that he uses to keep his energy balanced so he tries to help you attempt them, so that while your sick, your energy doesnt become unstable
- he tries to be super nonchalant about it because he understands that getting sick is normal, especially for a human that is more vulnerable than an adepti is to the world around them
- but its always guaranteed that regardless of how casual he seems about it, you will be his number one priority when you’re sick and when he doesn’t have his eyes laid upon you, he’ll be constantly worried about your condition getting worse
- that mf be underestimating our immune systems!!
- his genius idea is just to make you unsick as fast as possible so that there’s no way your condition could get worse in the first place
- he’s normally already pretty quiet, but when you’re sick, he won’t allow you to talk nearly at all so that you don’t get too overwhelmed. he basically makes you bedridden until you get better
- he also understands that if you’re in a lot of pain, it’s more difficult to fall asleep, so he will stay with you until you fall asleep and rub his hands through your hair or message your hand until you’re able to finally get some rest, but he’ll usually never admit that it’s only for you and hint towards the fact that he gets some sort of benefit from it too
- what is the benefit he gets? we’ll never know </3 maybe it’s the fact that he gets to admire your beautiful face the entire time, even while sick and everything, or maybe it’s just the comfort he feels while in your presence
- he believes in fresh air being an amazing remedy for stuffy noses so he takes you bridal style outside in the morning to watch the sunrise and breathe in (more like attempt to breathe in) the crisp air
- he also makes you take medicine that he learned to use from growing stronger with the other adepti and zhongli, zhongli already gives him pain killers, why not bribe him for some fever reliever, right xiao?
- “i still don’t understand why you insist on this strict regime every time i get sick. you’d think with how well you take care of me, i couldn’t even get physically sick anymore.”
- “even i get sick sometimes too, there’s no way that could happen.”
- “you? sick? lovesick, maybe,” you chuckle, “i’m kidding. thank you so much for taking care of me. i love you.”
- “lovesick?- it’s just my duty as your partner. nothing more, nothing less. but you’re welcome. it’s my way of giving thanks for your existence.”
- “those words sound so oddly cheesy coming from you.”
- “anyways. i love you too, now drink up your tea before it gets cold and it has no benefits anymore. i don’t want to make another cup.”
— TIGHNARI;
- the second you come up to him with the back of your hand up to your forehead, trying to sense your own temperature, he comes up and silently grabs your hand away just to check it for you.
- he gets pretty close while trying to check if you have a fever or not, in an attempt to hear if your heartbeat is any different from usual.
-sighs in relief after hearing that everything is working like it should
- he holds up the little green part of his bangs with his other hand while checking your forehead with his own and it’s really cute
- his ears become slightly downturned once he feels the heat, showing his disappointment with no words spoken
- “didn’t i tell you to not overwork yourself? now i’m stuck having to take care of you when i could be working.”
- “are you not working right now, mr. forest ranger?”
- “it’s different when my own partner got carelessly sick. you should know your limits, don’t put yourself under a lot of stress all at once. you can snuggle in my bed until you feel better, i’ll prepare some medicine for you.”
- he quite obviously knows everything in the book to make you feel better. all you need to do is name it and he will have something to help you. nonstop sneezing? easy, here’s an incense for that. want some magical shrooms to forget about the fact that you’re sick?
- he’s kidding of course, but sometimes if you feel bad enough to say yes, that’s code for him to pay more attention to you.
- super healthy food the entire time, lots of liquids, he will spoon feed you without hesitation if you feel bad enough and it just comes naturally to him because he’s been doing this kind of thing for so long
- i think this is literally the smoothest sickness you could have, you probably won’t even experience any worse symptoms. he never lets you reach the point where you need to throw up from your fever.
- always stuffed you under blankets and more blankets, so much that you coined the term ‘burrito sickness’ in your relationship.
- when he has to work but he doesn’t want to leave you, he’ll bring all his papers and study material to whatever room you’re staying at, there’s a good chance tighnari just forced you to sleep in his bed
- you always complain because then he’s the one overworking himself and not getting proper rest
- but he just looks at you as if whatever statement you just said didn’t exist and assures you that he knows what he’s doing
- u just grunt and roll over to the other side of the bed in response and probably knock out after the sleep inducing tea he offered you.
— CHILDE/TARTAGLIA/AJAX;
- he won’t notice immediately, but when you suddenly start acting dismissive to his flirtatious actions, his suspicion grows.
- normally he expects some sort of acknowledgement, at least a ‘shut up’ but instead you leave him with an uncomfortable grunt
- he eventually realizes you’re acting this way because you’re feeling way under the weather when he pretends to hug you but instead feels your forehead with his hand and senses you burning up
- gets angry that you didn’t tell him off the bat, here he is selfishly dragging you around and you’re not enjoying any moment of it
- after telling him that it’s just because you didn’t want to ruin the date you guys were having he immediately gets upset at you because why would he care more about the date over your health??
- “don’t even worry my lyubov, you can just make up for the date in bed after you’re all healed up” he sneaks you a wink
- he’s not the smartest of the bunch when it comes to all the herbal remedies but he is a genius when it comes to fever comfort foods
- he will cook you anything you’ve ever wanted provided your stomach can handle food, gourmet 5 star meals even, he is the one that will be the most obvious and open in his attending to you because of how much he cares for you, he even feels the need to remind you how much he loves you even when you’re sick
- lots of forehead kisses, his ideology is that if he gives enough cold snezhnayan kisses it’ll balance out the heat... idk where he’s getting cold snezhnayan kisses from though
- maybe his soul is that cold
- brr
- super warm for u tho <3
- if teyvat had nasal spray he’d shove it down those nostrils of yours instantly bcs i think he has childhood trauma of having the worst stuffed noses growing up (me too dw)
- he definitely has a lot of experience from taking care of his siblings when they’ve been sick before so it’s never a hard time with him, it’s super comforting if anything, knowing that you’re not alone
- “i’m still expecting you to make up for the date by the way. so get unsick faster” he teases you plenty while you’re sick, making fun of how badly stuck in bed you are
- he expects you to throw up on his shirt somewhere in the process i think he’s used to that too so he’s surprised at how smoothly it goes down with you LMAO
- “this isn’t a child why did i think i would get thrown up on anyway...”
— CYNO;
- cyno has probably never really had anyone to take care of him while he was sick so the entire experience is new to him, a lot of the time he unhealthily powered through his own fevers as if it was nothing, independence rocks ig poor cyno
- he realizes how bad it feels to see a loved one feeling super sick and not taking care of themselves through this experience
- he never really paid attention to the fact you had a fever until you brought it up to him, complaining about how bad you feel
- cyno seems like the type to have healthy smoothie recipes so he’ll offer up those but somehow warm them up so your throat isn’t dying but it ends up tasting BAD
- but at least cyno is TRYING, really hard at that, so you swallow down the drink without hesitation
- but he also definitely offers some medicine that he got after consulting tighnari lmao
- for the most part, it's a learning experience for the both of you, but especially cyno himself
- he learns a lot about what works and doesn't work when treating a fever or a cold, and he can recall at some point knowing these things, but during his time in the akademiya he realized he started not caring for it as much as he should've, being influenced by others speaking about health as if it were such a mundane thing in life
- mans definitely did not have his priorities set straight and neither does ANYONE in the akademiya i think they all need a break
- "cyno what do you mean you didn't know drinking hot tea helps you feel better? i thought that was like a first thing free from womb kind of knowledge... we have a lot of improvement to make..."
- "i may be bad at treating you right now but please y/n, i can see you holding back a cough, we can make the improvements after you feel better, don't act tough in your current suffering"
- after you get better, you make sure he won't let his own fevers go uncares for, you're here to give back and take care of him instead
this is my 4th time trying to format this post im miserable
im super sorry if cynos part seems super short and cut off it was like 2 am and i also find it hard to make heavy detail hc for cyno
this was written shortly after i was sick myself so this is my advice to everyone else to stay in good health <3 !
i know im supposed to be on hiatus. we are going to be hush hush about this and pretend like this post doesn't exist i just can't help writing and posting
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Going through some things right now,
but seeing and making ColorGang content makes me happy so
I got more headcanons! xd
So-
like-
A part 2 of this post? Probably lol
I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed sharing it! <3
╰┈➤ Whenever one of them is sad, they will immediately pull each other into a big group hug. Saying comforting words to the other. Watching some movies. Drawing and/or animating together, and etc. Just doing everything they know it makes the other happy!
﹌﹌﹌ They also won't pressure the other to tell them why they are sad. They just want to be there for each other in their darkest nights. ❤
﹌﹌﹌ They will hear each other out, and will do their best to be there, not only for the one who is sad, but also for each other.
╰┈➤ They are all really dramatic. Not in a bad way, but like- They can speak, but at the same time they are speaking they are also doing many movements and motions as they speak because they are dramatic like that lol
﹌﹌﹌ Alan can't hear them outside the computer, and since Orange is the only one who knows how to talk to Alan, the rest of the group just does many moviments and motions so Alan could understand what they are saying.
﹌﹌﹌ Alan doesn't understand a thing, so Orange often speaks for them, but at the same time Alan doesn't really mind and, instead, finds it adorable xd
╰┈➤ Green didn't taught only Orange how to sing - even though it didn't really work well xD - He taught the others how to sing, too!
﹌﹌﹌ Red is a quick learner, so it wasn't too difficult to teach him how to sing.
﹌﹌﹌ Blue was a lil' more difficult, but it wasn't that hard, either. - Green suspects Blue used potions to learn how to sing, though...
﹌﹌﹌ While with Yellow, surprisingly it was harder to teach him, but he got the hang of it eventually.
﹌﹌﹌ So- Basically; Orange is the only one who can't sing;')
╰┈➤ Yellow is the most intelligent of the five(5), but he also often uses only one(1) braincell when doing shenanigans with his friends...
﹌﹌﹌ He's such a genius when it comes to technology and redstone engineering, but when doing shenanigans with his friends... Oh boy.
╰┈➤ Blue and Yellow are the epítome of; Work Smarter, Not Harder.
﹌﹌﹌ In summary; They are all pretty smart, but they'll often lose braincells whenever doing shenanigans with each other. But can you really blame them? They are kids, after all. They just wanna have fun and fight and just be silly
╰┈➤ The group can often pays a lil' visit to Orange and Alan when they are animating. Either to just watch their father figure and best friend-sibling doing work, or to try to help them with their work.
﹌﹌﹌ They are like lil' kids watching their parents work lol (I do not mean this in a Alan x TSC way...... Plz don't take this the wrong way-)
╰┈➤ It might be a canon thing, or maybe not, but Green loves attention. Any kind of attention is good for him.
﹌﹌﹌ Talking good about him? Awesome! Talking bad about him? Awwn shucks, but cool. Just mentions him in only one single part of the conversation? He's instantly the happiest stick in the world.
﹌﹌﹌ For Green, just talking about him just proves how cool he is. Cool enough for people to even bother talking about him. (and he's so right omg i love him sm)
╰┈➤ Since it wasn't confirmed how tall they actually are, then for me; From Tallest to Shortest; Yellow, Blue, Green, Red & The Second Coming!
﹌﹌﹌ It's not that much of a difference, though. Like- Only a few inches of height difference.
﹌﹌﹌ They will playfully tease each other for their heights though. ;)
╰┈➤ Probably a canon thing, but; They can sometimes get carried away and ends up hurting each other, but they will always make up in the end.
╰┈➤ They have some trauma, not only from The Dark Lord fight, but also from when they fought King Orange and when they got betrayed twice by Purple. They can get a lil' paranoid about it sometimes.
╰┈➤ RYGB are all very forgiving, not just because they are kids and kids usually forgive pretty fast, but because they were unwillingly taught to forgive.
﹌﹌﹌ The StickMans were created to fight, and while it can hurt sometimes, especially when a player gets too carried away, they will always forgive and forget, because they did not have any other choice but to keep fighting.
﹌﹌﹌ If they know they were created to fight, and will keep fighting for the rest of their technology lifes, then what's the point of holding grudges because a Stick got too carried away?
﹌﹌﹌ Most of the time it wasn't even their fault, but the player's.
╰┈➤ Even after RYGB met TSC and finally got freedom from their site, they still can't help but to keep going doing what they were created to do. Old habits die hard, after all.
﹌﹌﹌ They do not dislike fighting, though. They still love having battles with each other, be competitive, and etc. It's kinda like a comforting nostalgic thing for them, to keep doing what they were initially created to do.
﹌﹌﹌ And because being competitive it's fun.
╰┈➤ For me, pronouns do not define gender. So like- I like to think that the ColorGang are all genderless, or atleast they identify as genderless, but they feel more comfortable with he/him/his and they/them pronouns? Gender is something really unimportant to them. xD
﹌﹌﹌ It wasn't important before, and It won't be important now.
﹌﹌﹌ They are, overall, neutral about She/Her pronouns, though. They don't mind it, but not really their preference.
Weell- I think that's all the headcanons that I have about them so far. There will probably be more, though. But, for now, that's all! <3
Now.. I'll probably share my headcanons that I have so far about the RainbowGang(ColorGang + Purple) and HollowHead Bros someday! But, for now, that's it.
It's already 1 am from where I am now so- XD
Welp! I think that's it..? I might do a part 3, since my imagination is endless and I would love to do as many ColorGang content as possible, but, for now, that's it!
Cya u all in my next post! Goodbye ~ !
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His Beautiful Green Eyes | F. Odair
Summary: The day that all the children of Panem fear is approaching and the only way not to sink into a hole of worry is to look into his beautiful green eyes.
Tw: Young love (No relationship, just falling in love), brief mention of trauma, use of nickname "flower", no use of y/n.
A/n: First of all, my first language is not English, so if I make any spelling mistakes I would appreciate if you could help me correct them <3. And, although it is not that important, you would help me a lot by liking, following and reblogging me ^^.
Sometimes such a happy moment can have such a sad context. Something as beautiful as a hug between two young people who love each other can have so much history behind it. The tears in the girl's eyes can contain such heartbreaking fear. And the way the boy's body shakes may contain such a tragic future.
They are just two 14-year-old children scared by what can happen, by what can come towards them, by the future they do not want and by the darkness that exists in their destinies.
It's just two children holding each other before letting go and moving into the arms of the other family members.
You see, Finnick's family and your family always decide to prevent quick goodbyes. No one knows who will be called the next day, no one knows who will be called directly to death. For this reason, the two families - or even, thanks to how much they love each other despite not having the same last name, a single family - the day before the reaping meet at a small party, enjoy meals from the 4th, dances, of songs that only they understand, of happiness that only they share.
And at the moment when the party must end and everyone must face reality, the warm and strong hugs of each member of the family feel like a shield. A shield against the future.
Each hug is comforting, but his hug is simply magical. It is a hug that says more than a simple "good luck", it is a hug that shows affection, love, fear, sadness, trepidation, warmth, comfort...
"What if... What if tomorrow one of our names is called Finn?" You cried, resting your head on his shoulder. It was not the perfect time to cry, the two families were around the two little ones observing their actions with teary eyes.
"Everything is going to be fine. We've been fine the other two years and we have few papers, there are thousands of other kids here..." Finnick started rubbing his hand against your back. He remained strong, comforting you. Perl you felt his body shake against yours, his voice a little rough, trying to keep it from breaking, and his eyebrows furrowed, avoiding crying.
"Come on, tomorrow is a difficult day, you better rest" Your mother said, wiping away some tears that had slipped down her cheek.
"Rose, can I stay here?" Finnick pleaded with your mother, "I swear I won't kick her daughter out of her bed this time." That's a funny anecdote, one that you hoped was just one of many others that you two deserved to have.
"It's okay Finnick. But tomorrow you have to get up early to get ready."
"Yes ma'am" Finnick stood firm, even at a time like this he never stops doing the hardest things that come into his head.
"Finn, follow me, I'm going to show you something" you ran towards the stairs, heading towards your room. "Look what I drew."
You were a good drawer. Plus, drawing always helped you fight stress. On days like this there were few moments when you didn't have a pencil in your hand.
You showed Finnick a drawing, a beautiful drawing of the moon. The moon was so beautiful, a simple satellite that can cause such beautiful landscapes. A landscape so beautiful that even on dark nights it is there to give you a touch of light. The moon made you wish that that night would last forever and the reaping day would never come.
"It's beautiful, flower. I envy your talent." He pouted as he threw himself against your bed. "How can you draw that in such a short time?
"It's just practice and patience Finn, maybe if one day you learn to sit still without having to start moving like a small trapped dog, and just maybe, you could draw" you lay down next to him, facing each other.
"I'm not that restless"
"Yes Yes you are"
"Yes, yes I am. But you love me that way so...it doesn't matter."
You let out a small nasal rose. You couldn't keep a small smile off your face. For a few seconds the hunger games didn't matter, only him and his beautiful eyes mattered.
Those green eyes. They were so deep, if you analyzed them well they had different tones, mostly greenish, but there were also some turquoise and blue. His eyes looked at you with so much happiness, with affection and love, perhaps not the love with which you saw him, but there was love.
“Games should disappear forever,” you said, not looking away, just a simple comment that had reached your brain.
"Oh good idea, let me call the president and tell him that the games should be canceled because a girl in district 4 said so."
"You're too stupid, Finnick, you should graduate as a clown, you idiot."
"Ouch, when did we get so aggressive flower?"
"I hate you" Lie. And he knew it was a lie, everyone knew it. He knew it because at this point it is impossible for you to hate him, but he also knew it because after telling him you hugged him, as if your words were never said.
"Awwww, that's the nicest thing you've said to me in the last year" Lie. And you knew that was a lie because there wasn't a day that you weren't stuck to him like gum.
"Finn...what if we can never do this again?" You looked up a little to see his eyes again.
"What's the point of thinking about that? Maybe we're worrying about anything, flower. Let's just enjoy the moment." Of course, worrying about nothing, nothing will happen to you two.
"Enjoy the moment...nope, that's impossible when the moment is with someone like you"
"Oh shut up!" He said, turning his back and covering himself with the blanket, feigning anger. "I'm going to sleep, good night."
"You're sensitive, let's keep talking, maybe it's our last night together and we won't enjoy the moment" and once again you hugged him with a smile on your face, forcing him to turn his face and your eyes meet his eyes again. His beautiful green eyes.
"We shouldn't have stayed up all night talking, I told you," Finnick said walking next to you. They had spent the rest of the night joking and hugging. That was incredible, but it had consequences; Now they were both half asleep walking towards the reaping site, the moment was getting closer and the only thing your teenage mind thought about was how handsome your friend looked in his semi-formal clothes.
"Whatever, when we get home we can sleep. Should we go to your house or mine?"
"My mom is going to prepare the fish that my dad caught yesterday, she will probably invite your family" Finnick paused for a moment. They had already arrived at the place and the accumulation of children was enormous, their parents were a few meters behind, they were about to enter the family area.
"Ok, see you there then"
"Yeah...well, I guess we just have to have good luck."
"May the odds always be on your side Finn" You laughed at the stupid phrase from the capitol, it was time to separate from your friend, each of you should go to his area.
He just looked at you with a smile, with his eyes a little red and extended his arms towards you inviting you to say goodbye properly.
You obviously headed straight into his arms, hugging him with more affection than you could explain. "Good luck Finn. Today I want to eat fish with you, not without you" you slowly separated from the hug trying to keep the tears from your eyes.
"That's how it will be flower. See you"
"See you"
Each one went to their respective area. From your place you couldn't locate Finnick, but you knew that he would be close to you thanks to being the same age as you, only on the other side, in the men's section.
"Welcome, welcome" said the girl from the capitol, full of exaggerated makeup and once extravagant timing. "Welcome to the reaping of the 65th hunger games!" She shuts up and gets to the point.
After an introductory talk and the same video as every fucking year, the time came. It made you want to vomit and suddenly dizzy. Your body shook and your eyes began to blur. You just wanted to get out of there, meet Finnick and eat fish.
"As always, girls first," the nausea was horrible, you just wanted me to digest the name and it was that of some random girl from the district. And maybe thanks to the probabilities, or maybe thanks to the universe, that's how it was. "Adella Humbort!" Unfortunately you knew her, she was two years older than you and you bought her clothes at the town market. But you were grateful with all your soul that your name had not been called.
You moved around, looking for Finnick, you wanted to show him that you were still there and not standing on the stage. When you managed to move to the edge of the area, you saw him. He was also moving to the limit to be able to see you, he smiled at you, those smiles that if they managed to kill you would probably already be in your fourth life. His marked dimples, his illuminated eyes and his radiant teeth. You smiled back, you were still nervous but at least not as much as before. You didn't hear what the escort asked Adella, but it was probably the same thing as always, her age and some silly compliments.
"And now, for the boys..."
You looked back at the stage, your nausea had gone but your shaking body persisted. The escort took out a paper and cleared her throat. You knew everything would be okay, there was nothing to worry about. This would end and they would have a family mea-
"Finnick Odair!"
The world fell apart. It was simply unfair. Your tasting went directly towards him, Finnick did not take his eyes off the stage, in complete shock. When his head finally turned towards you you couldn't hold back your tears. No one offered as tribute. Nobody.
Watching Finnick walk towards the stage was horrible. You couldn't do anything, you wish you could but you couldn't. You saw Finnick's mother in the distance crying in your mother's arms. Your father had his arm on Finnick's father's shoulder trying to give him silent support.
That day you knew that nothing would be the same. That the odds were not on your side and that the future will not be the way you wanted it.
So it was. Finnick won the games but nothing was the same. Those beautiful green eyes that gave you so much comfort and support were now the eyes of a poor traumatized child. You noticed it as soon as you saw him win, but when he came home it was much more noticeable.
Nothing was ever the same again, Finnick tried to be strong but the nights of teasing ceased to exist, now they were just nights trying to calm him down after a nightmare. The parties before reaping day were changed by Finnick having to meet up with the other mentors. His beautiful green eyes were changed by one more eyes... empty, alone, with many thoughts and at first it seemed that none of them were positive.
The odds are never in our favor.
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Hey! How are you? I actually don't know what I did, but I didn't want to do the typical thing that I always imagine, I wanted to do something that is not normally a theme seen in fics. I hope you like it beautiful people <3
Finnick didn't have the odds on his side, and that makes me angry! 😀🔪
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Enchanted Chapter II
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Marinette has decided.
Jagged Stone should never, ever be allowed in another of these Wayne Galas.
If he’s normally difficult to handle by himself, then he’s absolutely insufferable now that he has company that eggs him on!
Now I understand why Penny almost begged me to come…
Not only does she have to take care of Jagged on a daily basis as his manager and long standing friend, now she also has to reign in his childhood friend because lord knows what would happen if they were to be left unattended…
Honestly, Marinette was expecting more from this Bruce Wayne guy. Jagged talked her ears off about how amazing of a friend he is and all his accomplishments and the work he does for charity and the community. Even Penny joined in saying how great he is.
But, so far, all she’s seen of this guy is him drinking his brains out along with Jagged and making themselves look like fools.
And none of his sons seem to be around to reign him in either. be it because he’s like Jagged and can’t be reigned in, or they just don’t care enough to do it.
Hopefully they aren’t as bad as he is at these events…
Now that she’s done the whole “introduce to the childhood best friend” part of her duties as her honorary Uncle’s plus one, she’s going off and as far away from these “grown adults” as possible.
Maybe I’ll be able to find the gentleman from the balcony - ahhh - what are you thinking, Marinette?!
She had removed her mask while in the corner she found in the garden - wearing a mask all night long is tiring and restricting, even if she insists on using it to keep her identity secret until she feels comfortable sharing it with the world.
She wasn’t expecting to turn around and make eye contact with the gentleman on the balcony. It was quite a distance from where she was, but after years of being Ladybug, all her senses have been greatly amplified - eyesight included - so it came as no surprise when she managed to make eye contact with him, if only for the fact that it allowed her to see his beautiful green eyes.
Maybe Kagami IS right and I do have a thing for green eyed men…
It’s such a pity that it was a short encounter, being interrupted by Luka calling her back inside to meet the famous Bruce Wayne.
Stealing one last glance his way, she placed her mask back on and turned around.
Now, after having complied with her duties as a plus one, she’s basically free to do whatever, and she’ll take advantage of that and try to find the mysterious green eyed, ginger gentleman.
Maybe mingling with the socialites of Gotham would help in finding him
The thought made her shudder, but for some reason something told her that she needed to meet him. And if there’s anything the Kwamis Guardian training has taught her, it was to trust her instincts, and right now, they were SCREAMING at her to at least find out his name before the end of the party.
The reason? She did not know, but she also did not completely mind it.
So, with a new mission in mind, she left off to find him.
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After dropping Lian off at the kids section, Roy moved to the bar hoping to find Jason.
And if he paid more attention to the people in the ballroom in search of the midnight haired Garden Fairy, no one needed to know.
“Who are you looking for?” Jason said, startling him out of his musings.
“Wow, are you ok dude? What got you so distracted that you got startled by that??”
He was so lost in his mind that he didn’t even notice he’d reached the bar and Jason had approached him.
He’ll never let this go if he knows that I got distracted over a woman
“Sorry, I was just thinking about having to leave Lian alone” please buy this, please buy this. Roy knew it was a losing battle, but he could at least try, right?
“Yeah, yeah. dad of the year award and all that bullshit, congrats. I mean who’s the woman that got you distracted like that, you idiot.”
“It’s not-”
“And don’t give me that crap. I know you Roy, you can deceive yourself, but you definitely can’t lie to me. The only reason other people fall for it is because they’re either not trained like us, or they don’t know you. Now spill them beans bitch.”
“Fine.” and with a long sigh, Roy explained about how he found a Fairy out in the gardens and how he felt like he absolutely had to find her again.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA- I’M SORRY- HAHAHA- A FAIRY! A GARDEN FAIRY HAHAHA! you’ve definitely been playing too many fairytale fantasies with Lian!” Jason said between gasps of breath while trying not to die of laughter.
Roy knew that this was coming, but it was just ridiculous. Come on, he’s a dedicated dad and “Garden Fairy” was definitely the most suitable of names for the beauty in the middle of the well cared for greenery!
“Haha, we got it, it’s hilarious! Are you going to help me find her or not?” Roy rolled his eyes when Jason was still gasping for breath and trying to stifle his laugh at the same time, which wasn’t exactly working.
“I’m sorry, haha, I will! Of course I will! Just thinking about the last time you got laid makes me want to cry for you, so of course I’ll help when you show interest in a woman for the first time in almost 6 years now. She could be the one you know!”
insert deadpan look “Are you for real now Jason? And I’m the one playing too many fantasies with Lian? What about you and your romances? Aren’t you sticking your nose too far into the books at the newest book store around the corner of that one safe house?”
“Hey! Those books need to be read. They’re masterpieces that you’d never even imagine yourself to be able to understand. The sentences are immaculate, the plot is well plotted, no holes in a single chapter. The reading is so smooth it’s like laying on a bed with brand new silk sheets, it’s-”
“Ok nerd, I got it! You like reading them and I’m an idiot who will never get it, now get your romantic brain to work and help me find her”
“Alright, alright. Bossy much?”
“I heard that.”
After all the bickering, both men turned and discretely glanced at the crowd while making short conversation, looking for Roy’s mysterious Garden Fairy.
It took a bit, but finally, his eyes found her form. For some reason, she was now wearing a red, black and gold mask that she wasn’t previously wearing in the garden, and that may have contributed to how long it took to find her.
She was talking with a family that owned some sort of textile company in Old Gotham, but her eyes were glancing around the room, seemingly looking for something. Or maybe someone.
He didn’t like alluding himself, because it could not be true, and the disappointment would be too much to handle. But she really seemed to be looking for someone, and each time she failed to do so, he could see her nose scrunching - even with the mask - and the disappointment was clear in her bluebell eyes.
He was begging every entity to have her eyes meet his, and it seemed his prayers paid off, because not even a second later, her eyes landed on his. He saw recognition flash through them and a bit of pink took over the part of her face he could see. He was happy to see that reaction on her, it meant that she wasn’t completely uninterested as he had feared she would.
He started moving towards her and hoped he could convey in their conversation with their eyes, just how fascinated he was to have found her in those gardens earlier and that he would like to know more about her.
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Marinette saw the ginger gentleman from the balcony move towards her, and from his eyes, she could tell he was just as interested in finding out more about her as she was about him.
So, turning away from the prospective business partners, she moved towards him, eventually standing only a couple feet from each other almost in the middle of the dance floor.
Glancing at the people already waltzing, she turned towards the ginger gentleman, an invitation clear in her eyes.
He took a step closer, hand reaching out for hers, and in the smoothest voice she’d ever heard, he asked her for a dance.
She placed her gloved hand on his inviting one, and that was all he needed to pull her closer and start the waltz that would change their lives.
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Simself Story
I went to the young woman behind the counter to ask her for help, bcs I got lost and needed a phone to call N. As I mentioned in the last part, it turned out, the young saleswoman was Damien’s twin sister, Diana. I met her already 2 years ago at a Christmas party. She was there with her brother & I accompanied N. at the time. That party was organized by their coach.
Anyway, Damien’s twinsister and some other girls, who were also there at this party with their boyfriends, were pretty mean to me. She called me fat & ugly or something. I just couldn’t handle things like that. I was/am very introverted and lacked self-confidence. Especially then, I struggled a lot with that! However N. got really pissed, so we went home. And well! Now....she didn’t remember me, which honestly wasn’t a surprise to me. I’m like a ghost to most people.
Diana: That's odd. I have no idea who you are?... Anyway, Twinnie’s friends, are my friends too. But apart from that, I'm glad to help.
Me: Twinnie? Are you really calling your brother Twinnie?
Diana: Don’t you know the Twinnnie ice cream? Green & orange? Damien and I were addicted to it as kids. He always got green, Kiwi, I got orange. We loved that ice-cream. Perfect for us Twins.
Me: Yeess, Twinnie-Ice cream! My sister and I also enjoyed sharing the Twinnie Ice-cream.
Diana: Cool! What's your name? But...is there something going on with you two?😏... And when & where did we meet?
Me: Christmas 2 years ago. I was Nico's gf. I met you and Damien there at their coach's christmas party. I'm Aleksandra. And I'm with N. here, not with your brother!
Diana: Really? You & N., huh?... I've heard of you, I think?... Anyway, gald to meet you Aleks. I remember being... trashed back then. I was........ difficult at the time. So yes, there’s a lot I don’t remember clearly.
Me: Hm, same!🫤 I mean, I don’t drink. I did.... something..... else. However, I understand all too well what you mean. Still, you were pretty mean to me that night. You were mocking me. You called me ugly & fat! 😒
Diana: What? Oh nooo! I'm so sorry, Aleks. Ugh, I was such a bitch, damn it! 🤦♀️ ... Those.... rich girls, you know? I wanted to fit in. I did and acted as they did, to make them like me. But they were all so fake. I-.... I didn't like myself anymore. That's why I-... anyway. I'm so sorry. You're not ugly. You're actually really pretty.
Me: I... didn’t expect, that! And I thought those girls would follow you and do what you say?.... Agh, who cares. I don't give a shit about them. But thank you for your nice apology. I'm glad you're not really a mean girl. Is that why you dated David, that loser?
Diana: Pls don’t mention David. My brother's gonna kill me....David broke his wrist and Nico’s nose. 😄
Me: WTF?... He broke N.'s nose?🤨
Diana: Yes! I was there. I saw it! Nico’s nose’s been a bit crooked, since that fight between him & David. Didn’t you notice that?... But well, Nico got what he deserved. He also hurt David pretty badly.
Me: But Nico’s nose looks as usual... Agh, let's not talk about the past.
Diana: Okay!... I'm gonna call Damien to tell him you're here.
Me: Thanks. 🙁
Diana: They’ll be there in 2 minutes! They’ve already been looking for you.
Me: That means, N. trusts me.🙂 He didn’t think I left without him.
Diana: Huh?... What happened to Stephanie? Since when did you and N. get back together? OH, shit! 🤦♀️Sorry! Do you even know Steph, that weirdo? 😬 👉👈
Me: Yea, she's truly a weirdo. 😜 Our whole.... lovestory, Nico and I, is... a bit tricky. I’m pregnant! It’s Nico’s Baby. And I love him sm. I really do! I always did and I think he feels the same, but Stephanie.... agh, I hope Stephanie finally leaves Nico and me alone, FOREVER! Her brother married Melanie. Nico's sister. So Stephanie will always be....... there somehow.
Diana: Holly shit, you're pregnant? I can’t imagine Nico with a Baby! He’s just like Damien. They.... only have their damn soccer in mind. Their lives are all about this one thing, they don’t care about anything else.
Me: Um.... I know, but N. doesn’t want his life to be....just about soccer. He never wanted that! He always tried to find a balance. And he never really talks to me about soccer. He doesn't want to. And ngl, I'm glad about that.
Diana: Maybe that’s why he likes you so much? You are his balance. But still, N. & a Baby??? Damn, I hope this works for you two.
Me: Yea, I'll.... do my best. 🤷♀️(😞)
Then suddenly Damien’s and Diana’s dog (Tinka) came running towards me. Their dog was so happy to see me. She got really excited. But why, I asked Diana? She was sure, Damien told her to look for me. So cute their dog. Her name's Tinka. 🤭 Who would name a dog that?... Diana used to be a Tinkabell fan. 🤣🤭
Just after Tinka, Damien & Nico also arrived. They both looked at me... sadly? They seemed so worried. I was kind of ashamed. 😞
Nico: You ok?
Me: Now, yes.... I'm so sorry. That was really stupid of me. I had no reception near Damien's house. I called Ana. A FaceTime Call. That’s why my battery went down so fast. My phone died. I even left my umbrella somewhere. I was totally confused. I was afraid you thought I went home without you.🙁
Nico: I was rather worried you might get a panic attack and be alone somewhere. I guessed you got lost. Everything looks the same here. Those small pathways, the houses....
Me: I just shouldn’t have moved from the main road leading to Damien’s house, then I would definitely have found back.
Nico: I'm glad you're ok. I’ve really imagined the worst scenarios. Looking for you, Damien & I saw 2 overtrunded trees near his house. You’ll see when we go back. We really thought something might have happened to you.
Me: Ugh, shit. I'm so sorry.... But... are we ok now?
Nico: Um.... let's go home. Now it's all fine.
He hugged me and we went back to the house. Nico seemed depressed. Something was not okay. I felt so bad about him. So I told him, I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with him. But he just said I should rest a bit. I was so broken from last night. We slept some hours in Damien's bedroom. We were really just sleeping. Nothing happened between N & me. He was distant, he didn’t even kiss me or anything. Which is totally unusual and strange for him or us. Tbh... it worried me. I was insecure. That’s not how we both imagined our date.
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Father figure!Liu x Child!Reader
A lot of the kids like Liu around the manor
He is super calm and caring towards children, and he also just radiates comforting adult vibes
His normal attire consists of some brown jeans, a grey t-shirt, some sort of cardigan (usually green, black, brown or grey), and a scarf to hide the scars on his neck
And he always smells so comforting too
So yeah, a lot of the kids adore him more than the other caretakers
So when you come along, looking up to him as this sort of father figure, he accepts it with open arms
However, you will have to share with the other children
He is almost always surrounded by at least 2 other children so yeah
If you are small enough to be carried, he will carry you around on his hip while he talks to or helps the other children
If not, he will hold your hand as he walks around the manor preforming various tasks for them
Sometimes he needs both hands though, so you'll just have to hold on to his cardigan
It does get a little bit tiring having you always following him around, but he is able to adapt pretty quickly
And knowing the kind of childhood he had, he'd much rather be tired out than have you think he doesn't love you
Eventually, people will probably begin to mistake you as biological child and father
With how you follow him even to the grocery store, or to the gas station, or insist on sleeping in his bed with him during bedtime for all the children
News outlets and paparazzi sources would probably begin spreading the rumor around that Liu Woods has adopted a child
He neither confirms nor denies said rumors, because whether he's actually adopted you or not, he still loves you and will still take care of you either way
That being said, it is difficult to navigate times in which you physcially cannot be with him
Like if he has to go with Slender to a meeting across the world
As he's heading out the door with his suitcases, you are tripping him up and clinging to his cardigan begging him not to go
He has someone take his stuff for him while he crouches down and explains that he has to go, because it's his job
He will rub your head and give many hugs before promising to call you every night that he's gone
Or if you got sick and had to be put on bed rest
With a snotty nose and tears in your eyes you plead for him to not go to the store to get your medicine, and insist that he stays here with you
He of course, explains that E.J or Nurse Ann will be here with you, and that he just has to go real quick to get your medicine so you can feel better
He's always so patient with little children, as he understands that a lot of the time, they can't even really comprehend the idea of literally just not being able to do things
He's never lost his temper with a child and doesn't plan on doing it any time soon
And so when he returns with your medicine, you quickly take it so that he can climb into bed with you and read you a story while you lay on his chest
And if he ever has to leave you for long periods of time, he will give you one of his cardigans to wear, even though it's too big for you
You wear it non-stop until he gets back and refuse to let anyone wash it because then it wouldn't smell like him!
And when you are upset and wishing he could be there to comfort you, you just cocoon up in his cardigan and smell it
When he gets back, he is able to get it back and wash it, because now any time you need comfort, you can simply crawl up in his lap and smell his shirt while he rubs your back and whispers words of comfort into your head
Off topic, but he probably wouldn't kiss you for comfort like how parents or siblings do
For 1, he doesn't kiss any of the kids he watches over, because most just see him as a baby sitter
2, he isn't related to you in any way, and is only a caretaker so that'd be weird, and also he knows a lot of children in the manor have trauma and as a survivor of many assults himself, doesn't want to trigger anything
3, there are a plethora of ways he can comfort you without even touching you, and if he can do that, he always prefers to do that becuase it's just better for everyone
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Twin Skeletons
Part IV
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Again: I know nothing and do what I want.
The petty criminals were quickly dealt with, Jason just needed to walk in the alley and as soon as the wannabe muggers noticed the Red Hood they ran like a dog with its tail between its legs.
Suits him just fine, now he just needs to deal with the teenagers with zero Self-preservation. Turning around he found himself facing the from the museum. The boy is hunched into himself and rubbing his temples as if to prevent or fight a bad headache, he pays no attention towards his surroundings at all. On closer inspection the kid does not look good, maybe he needs medical attention?
"Hey kid, are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?" the boy does not react at all. That is not a good sign, reaching out Jason tries again. "Hey kid?"
But as soon as his hand makes contact with the tens shoulder the teen reacts immediately.
The kids eyes flyes open -later Jason would swear his eyes flashed a toxic (Lazarus) green for a moment-, with one arm he beats Jason's hand off his shoulder and with the other he throws a punch towards his throat, then something like recognize, understanding and fear flickers other his face. He tries to pull his punch and let it land somewhere other than the throat, literally anywhere else. Everything happened in a matter of seconds, Jason didn't have the time to react at all. The punch hit him just under his throat where his neck goes into his breast. Jason staggers back, a breathless cry /groan leaves his lips and for a moment it's difficult to breathe again. The pit shrieks and wither in fear and tries to hide deeper before it goes eerie quiet again - It nearly feels like it is gone and never was there in the first -. It takes a moment before air fills Jason's lungs again, he rubs his throat before sitting up again.
A feral grin spread across his lips and Jason is glad for his helmet overwise he would look like a maniac. But Damn, possibly dangerous person or not, the kid is like a freaking messiah for Jason. One look and the pit trembles in fear and goes quiet, one punch and the pit disappears like it was never there.
He feels jittery and happy but also at peace. It's like he got dosed with Dopamine, serotonin and Endorphin all at once. He can't remember the last time he feels this good. There was pain he did not notice till it was gone. It feels like heaven. He is high on the best drug and probably already addicted to it.
" Damn kid, that was a mean punch." Despite the voice modulation his voice still sounds a little hoarse.
The black haired teen seems almost panicked in his worries. " I'm so sorry, by the Ancients, I didn't mean to punch you. Are you okay? Do you have difficulty with the breathing? Do you need a Doctor? Where do one find a doc-"
A low chuckle - the red hood does not giggle and if anyone would say so, Jason will call them a liar - cuts the rambling short. " Relax, kid, you didn't punch me that hard. I wasn't expecting it and you just caught me off guard. "
Danny narrows his eyes suspiciously, his whole body language screams mistrust. "Are you sure?"
"Yep." he answers way too cheerful for Red Hood's reputation as a crime lord but Jason simply did not care. He is still grinning like a loon under his helmet.
After a minute of silence and awkward looking around from Danny and open staring from Jason - who is here to call him out on it? Nobody, he can look all he like-, Jason decides to break the ice, Danny looks rather uncomfortable.
" Hey, you are the kid from the museum, aren't you? Did you get to see the exhibition you wanted to visit? "
" No."
" A shame, it's really good."
" just rub it in, will' ya?"
And Red Hood laughs again while Danny sulks.
" Whatcha name kid?"
"Danny"
" Alright Danny, what are you doing out here in the Narrows at this time?"
" I got out, then I was attacked by some kind of ninja. I ran and got completely lost but at least I think I lost the ninja dude."
" lost you say? Why are out and about anyway? Shouldn't little kids like you already been to bed? "
" I have no qualms with punching you again. Can you tell me how to get to the museum from there on I would probably find my way back. "
" I could take you directly to your hotel."
" Thanks but no thanks. Have you heard of stranger danger? You are not really easy to read with the helm and the voice modification. This doesn't really inspire my confidence in you. I don't fancy being kidnapped again. Just tell me what way to go and I'm not your problem anymore. "
So Damian kidnapped Danny and the boy got away? That is surprising.
Danny was once again holding his head and was breathing forcefully controlled, like he was trying to breath away pain.
And the moment of silence was back, then Jason reached for his helm and pressed the mechanism before pulling it off. Luckily he still wore his domino mask underneath the helmet. He did it without thinking and the bat would not approve but who cares about the bat anyway, not Jason, thats for sure.
"You don't look quite alright, let me help you?"
" it's just a headache, I'll survive. So? Which way now?"
Sighting, Jason pointed in the right direction. "That way."
Danny slowly moves towards the end of alley. "Nice. Thanks Mr Hero dude."
That brings a little smirke on Jason's lips. "You don't know who I am, or?"
Looking back other his shoulders Danny replies with a little grin. " No! But with hair like yours I'm pretty sure I would recognize you out of your hero outfit."
Shaking his head, Jason snorts. "Cheeky brat"
"At your Service." the Teenager has the nerves to bow mockingly towards him and than he was gone.
As Danny got back at the hotel, it was nearly half past four in the morning and neither his core nor his mind had settled and he didn't believe he could sleep without some nightmares so he would better not try to sleep. Sneaking back in was easy.
He took his sketch pad from his backpack and did was away does best after a nightmare, he let the memories take hold and just draw till his mind was quite again.
Soooo..... Fun fact. How Danny deals with his overwhelmed mind (and after nightmares) is how I deal with nightmares. I draw them and then they don't haunt me anymore. And one of my head canon of Danny Phantom is that Danny is really good at engineering. (in the Fenton household it is a necessary survival skill for Danny to be good at engineering, he needs to know how his parents technology works, how to manipulate the technology or straight up sabotage it so he dies not completely) but being good at engineering also means to know how to read the blueprints correctly or draw some himself, I think. And I assume one needs at least a little bit of drawing skills for that so for this fic Danny is decent at drawing and sketching.
And also. Someone once told me as I hit puberty if I am in the need of defending myself I should always goes for the soft parts like the throat and than run. So it becomes a habit of writing punching someone in the throat rather than punching in the face.
I hope you all enjoyed reading!
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