#STILL MAD THAT THE ONE TIME I HAD TO PISS WAS RIGHT BEFORE HIS SPEECH BUT WHATEVER MOVING ON

[todayisafridaynight]

YEAH NO TONBI GOT HANDS.......... my timing on suggesting it may be Questionable but I AM very glad it holds up as a movie :] hopefully the interview and We Make Antiques are fun diversions! But also take it easy <3 can confirm Nakai is Pretty Moe in both though <3 And I WILL harass you about Masato's VA next week...

TBF YOU SUGGESTED IT A WEEK OR SO AGO twas on me for taking a while to get to it... nevertheless i did really enjoy it thank you..... AND YAYA IM SO STOKED TO WATCH THE FULL INTERVIEW AND WMA2 THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆!!!!!

esp cant wait to hear about masato's VA in the future.. 👁️👁️

[mageofmadness]

LADS MEN + ANESTHESIA

(2k) 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ sfw [17+] includes: talk of surgery though non-descript, under the influence of anesthesia, pitiful men, pathetic attempts at ass grabbing, possibly ooc. go easy on me, i've never written zayne or xav. we're trying.

SYLUS unfortunately does not handle anesthesia well.

he doesn't handle hospitals well, preferring to take care of any issues he has himself. he hasn’t stepped foot in a hospital in years but cannot take care of this problem himself, and he's mad about it. pissed. he’s dismissive of everything said unless it’s coming from you and you have to remind him on more than one occasion to be nice and to stop acting so childish. no biting the nurse's heads off, the doctors are just doing their jobs, etc. he’s a nightmare patient who is only amicable when you’re by his side. sylus is all bark and no bite, too big for the damn hospital bed as they roll him into surgery.

despite that, everything is going relatively smoothly. you kiss him before he leaves, glaring at him as he says, “if i die in there, wait for me. promise i’ll be back.”

he comes out of it immediately and starts yelling for his wife. you two are not married, but good to know where things are going.

he's the one that freaks out and security almost escorts you from the building. you try to calm him down but he’s beside himself. sylus is too big to be manhandled back into the bed, seemingly forgetting he’s hooked up to all these wires, and he refuses to speak to anyone but his wife. gritting his teeth, “where is she? what did you do with her?” you (the she in question) are standing right there, but there’s been a shift change and new nurses and they don’t recognize you and he starts yelling the moment you touch him, trying to get him to lay back down:

"i am married do NOT touch me. do not...don't touch. my wife will kill you. she will! don't touch me, where are the doctors? get her out of here, my wife...oh she's going to be so mad. you touched me, she's going to be so mad. I'm going to be in so much trouble."

it takes you leaving the room, standing awkwardly in the hall as people glance at the commotion, and walking back in for sylus to suddenly recognize you. he looks absolutely pitiful, relieved beyond thought at the sight of his wife finally, and you know he’s never, ever going to live this down. 

CALEB is relentless.

even under the, quite frankly, insane amount of anesthesia he had to be given before surgery, he’s still trying to do for you. caleb tries to give you his blanket because he’s cold (you are not, but the gesture is sweet.) he offers you his sad hospital food, insisting you need to eat and must be starving “y–you…love jello, pips” (you love jello as much as the next person.)

he tries to give you his only pillow and asks for water from the nurse for you as well. he gets mad there’s nothing you want to watch on the tv: how dare the hospital not have your favorite show. he ignores the doctors and glares at them as he scoots over to make room for you to lie down next to him, scoffing at the suggestion that something as vital as you being as close to him might not be the best idea right now.

“it’s in your best interest to let her lay down,” caleb says, eyelids heavy. the doctors eyes widen and you wince. “i’m paying for this hospital stay, correct? that’s what i thought, so this bed is mine, therefore it’s hers and if you don’t want her laying in bed with me, maybe invest in some more comfortable couches. not just a chair.”

it’s all very sweet, except through all of this his speech is slurred and he keeps nodding off in the middle of talking. it’s hard to take his harsh words and mean looks seriously. it makes his glaring at the doctors quite ineffective and when caleb’s finally brought the water, he doesn’t remember he asked for it for you, and drinks it all. his attempt at fluffing the pillow for you is nothing more than weakly punching it a few times, and he offers you the blanket by half-heartedly pushing it onto the ground before powering down like he’s been unplugged.

he only calms once you are in bed with him, sending apologetic glances at the nurses and doctors. telling him yes the water was great and yes, you’re very warm and content (he still has the entire blanket and you’re sweating actually. he runs so hot.) and yes the pillow is fine (you’re not even laying on the pillow.)

RAFAYEL is a runner.

he’s insistent, the moment his eyes open, that he’s ready to go home. pack everything up, give him his clothes—he’s not taking no for an answer. the hospital smells weird and he wants his own bed. these are the words of a man determined to be heard as if he’d have the ability to stand, let alone put on his pants. rafayel is halfway to unplugging himself from everything, scanning the room for his things, asking you for what you think are the car keys as if the way he’s slurring his words isn’t a great indicator of his ability to operate a motor vehicle right now and he’s an arguer. he’s pouting. he’s rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air, dramatically throwing himself against the pillows.

rafayel insists he’s fine enough to go to the bathroom himself: “if i can piss by myself, i can drive a car.”  his logic is flawed. you also say no when he mumbles from the bathroom, “can you come hold it? my dick while i piss?” which negates his previous logic and you do tell him that to which you get a pout and shoved out of the bathroom. 

rafayel is the type to look you in the eyes and half-consciously mumble something about, “i’m not trying to have domestic dispute in the hospital, are you? take me home.” you gently try to push him back into the bed, reminding him he’s in a hospital gown and his ass is out. you’re amazed at the large words he’s using, not so impressed with the way he’s trying to get out of the bed again. and again. you’re also not impressed with the way he’s swaying in place, telling the nurses with a pout that he’s fine. that you’re there to take care of him now so, “you’re dismissed, your services are no longer needed” and that if you’re not going to take him home, rafayel will just go get the car himself and pull it around. you love how overly confident he is, and it really is ideal that he’s so weak from the drugs that he’s easily overpowered.

it takes three nurses and a doctor and you raising a brow at him, pointing your finger and narrowing your eyes, for him to flop himself back down into the bed. he loses steam quickly after that, waking up later and not remembering a thing but you do remind him that he flashed his bare ass to the entire staff.

XAVIER concerns the doctors with how long it takes him to wake up.

he’s out like a light and wakes up after sleeping like the dead and sees you speaking to the doctor. he’s silent, he’s not yelling. he’s quite sound up there in his head despite the anesthesia but he doesn’t like that doctor or how close he’s standing to you or the doctor’s hand on your shoulder or the way the male nurse comes in to ask you something and while he’s the most level headed of them all, he still can’t help but say something. 

you and the staff seem really chummy, and who knows how long he’s been out. he finally clears his throat, both you and the doctor looking over. 

“leave.”

xavier glances between you and the doctor. you’re tired, you’ve been there since morning, and you give the doctor a clipped smile, thanking him and nodding, letting him know it’s fine, and you’ve got it from here. xavier’s eyes don’t leave the doctor until he’s out the door and for the next few hours, you are confined to the small sliver of hospital bed with him as he silently fumes that the doctor was trying to make a move on you while he was indisposed.

“you smiled at him,” he insists. “i don’t trust him. i’ll report him for medical malpractice.”

you take none of this personally, quickly reminding him being nice as a doctor is a good thing. you almost find humor in it, if xavier’s calm demeanor wasn’t somewhat unnerving after the second and third hour. you ask him if he’s in pain, he says no. you ask him if he wants to rest, he says no. you ask him if he needs anything, he says no. you realize too late that he’s doing everything to avoid the doctor coming back into the room. when he finally does, xavier speaks for himself. slowly, a bit stilted, but he’s impressive with his lucidity. tightening his arms around you and asking for the door to be shut this time when you two are left alone. 

“i’ll sleep when we’re back home.”

safe to say he manages to pull it together well enough to be discharged as soon as possible, and once you’re home, he drops the act, turns into a bit of a baby, and passes out to sleep again.

ZAYNE is 100% handsy.

he’s a doctor, he knows what he’s getting into and what’s going on when he wakes up. he wasn’t worried before, he’s not worried now and you’re actually the one that’s been stressed this entire time. zayne has the wherewithal to understand he’s stuck for a bit in this room, and while his can you hand me that water? is genuine, he narrows his eyes as you walk past him and reaches a limp hand out to grab your ass. you turn around, startled, and he shrugs. he has the drugs as an excuse, not that zayne doesn’t appreciate your ass on the regular, he just has an excuse now to grope you in the hospital bed which, let’s be real, he’s kind of into. not the whole him-in-the-bed situation, or you in the bed if the roles were reversed but, well. the thought of you as a hot nurse does cross his mind. he might not remember this later, but his defenses are down, and he won’t blame himself.

“lay in the bed with me,” zayne mumbles, eyes closed. “c’mon.”

you remind him that’s not the best idea, he’s a doctor, and he should know this but he frowns and opens an eye. it’s endearing, this side of him, and you know what’s coming before you even lay down. zayne’s hand falls from the bed, grabbing your ass again as you slowly try to crawl into the bed with him. the doctors come in, and zayne is dismissive, spouting off responses to their questions with his eyes closed as if this is all a walk in the park as he feels you up still under the blanket. a handful off your ass is squeezed every time he has to answer another annoying question.

you whisper, reminding him that he’s not being the best patient right now, and zayne scoffs, seemingly letting the anesthesia work its magic on his limbs and lack of filter:

“i’m lying in bed resting, i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“stress is not good for recovery.” another squeeze. “don’t stress me out.”

you relay all of this to him after he’s fully conscious, even slipping in his mumbles talk of you as a hot nurse he’d let slip while asleep, and he blinks. there’s a slight blush, but he does not deny or condemn his own actions. like he said, he won’t blame himself.

@ mageofmadness 2025. ִֶָ. 232.161.195 161.178.232

[omgfangirlland]

I'd love for a part 2! It'd be really funny if she did get taken in by Slade or by Ra.. But I kinda want her to be taken in by the Winchesters 😈😈😈 (my brain is itching to write another idea but I'm also having a mental block.. Dang it.. So many possibilities.. So many ideaaaas....i wannnnnna write and writeeeeeee but I feel like my head is gonna explode)

-🔱

Here's a kinda part 2/kinda thoughts to add 🙃

I think the Reader knows some things from the goons and the other clients of The Lounge- like one taught her how to throw knives, maybe another gave her the basics for shooting a gun, and another gave her inside tips on stocks.

Either way, along the way, her speech does get better, she still stutters and is still selectively mute, but she grows and learn a lot, one particular man seemingly taking him under his wing while all she needs to do is listen to his madness.

Reader is still a skeptic and swears John Winchester is a madman, but you also know he tips nicely and buys you nice things, from silly drawing books to necessities like jackets and groceries, so you let him talk. Unknowingly, you're actually helping him a lot.

You don't notice it, you have learned to brush it off, actually, but John is always alone. When you first asked him what he'd like and then turned to his left, asking his "friend"(maybe a hunter who died on the job due to John) the same question, he immediately knew. And not like the ghosts would tell you they're dead- they like to be treated s if they're still alive.

Now, years later, when three men walk in, stiff and eyes jumping from one side to the other, you know they're asking for trouble, but you have a job to do. So, you put on a fake smile and ask what they'd like while kindly asking the shining meta to close his wings and, if possible, to dim his light.

Dean and Sam look at Castiel, normal, human-looking Castiel who simply apologizes and seemingly does as told, as you stop squinting. They both throw a glance at each other before turning to you, introducing themselves, and asking about the strange missing people turning up drained of blood, not giving anything away as Dean jokingly calls them paranormal fanatics like old Pops Winchester.

Your smile immediately drops. As you ask why they want to know, and if they know a John Winchester, the brothers have a moment of dread as the possibility of this being another Adam moment crosses their minds.

"He's dead. I'm sorry." Castiel says plainly, deadpan, making Dean and Sam cringe. And you snort, calling him a fucking liar because you just rented the man a room. And when John appears behind you out of no where, is the moment everything went to shit.

Finding out you weren't insane and unnecessarily dipping yourself with pills wasn't something that was on your bingo sheet- alas, the memories of Thomas and Martha were long forgotten, and with the newfound reality came fears bigger than just being homeless. So you stuck with the team, left your... It wasn't home. Housing seemed more fitting.

The impala and the men have become your house along the way, through every bullshit, every almost jail time, every starving con artist moment. And if you and Dean became something more along the way, it felt right.

As it is, despite it all, you still found your way back to Gotham due to another John. You four had met Constantine on a few jobs, mostly demon hunts. The boys hated him, you found him sad, like a wet puppy, and yet he opened so much for you, after all, he's the reason you learned magic. So when he sent a signal for help, you begged your lover and his brother to go help.

The moment you met, the first thing he said is "Don't be mad," and by the time you blinked, you were in the middle of the manor, eyes locked on a pale, shaking Bruce and two happy, teary-eyed Martha and Thomas.

I don't know how to carry it on, so have these headcannon style stuff:

Dean goes out of his way to be even more clingy just to piss off Bruce. He addresses(even if he can't see them) Martha and Thomas as Mama and Papa, and just calls Bruce that or Wayne.

Bruce is beyond angry at the simple idea of Dean, let alone at actually seeing the man interact with you.

Sam is ready to brawl, Dean didn't let him beat John up, but he'll let his dear Sammy throw hands with this deadbeat.

John C. is drinking behind the couch. John W. is sweating in Heaven(CAN'T BELIVE HE MADE IT THERE BTW) as he watches the shitshow.

I have a thought that your mom actually called from the asylum and screamed at Bruce about where her baby is, why is she on the news being called a criminal, and Bruce just brushed it off as another mental break, crying himself to sleep that night.

Discourse insues, yelling, almost throwing shit. Just to scare Bruce even more, Reader fakes a vision where everyone he loves dies, telling him he'll try and fail like he's failed with her, before "passing out".

Cue John C. terrified because 1. he didn't know she could do that 2. he doesn't know she's lying her ass off

Sam and Dean buy you your fav meal and extra dessert after carrying you out to baby and driving off.

Bruce, of course, doesn't let go.

All the kids locked themselves in a room with Damian to keep him from breaking out because he's mad that nobody told him he wasn't the firstborn and that his big sister's mom was actually married to Bruce.

Tag list: @simpingpandas

I feel like @venomsvl and @beyondblissxoxo would also appreciate the tag, but I'll take it down if you two want that.

[mattsobvimyfav]

roommate (Matthew Sturniolo)

pt 5

“Chris, Ill be right back. I need to get my charger and my laptop” I told Chris getting up in the middle of our movie night.

Big mistake.

I stopped dead in my tracks. There, on Matt’s bed, was Matt fully fucking some random girl. They both froze the moment I walked in, her squealing and yanking the blanket up to cover herself, while Matt just stared at me, wide-eyed and half panicked.

“Oh,” I said flatly, blinking. “Uh, carry on, I guess.”

I dumped my bag onto my bed like nothing had happened and pulled out my laptop.

“Y/N, what the hell?!” Matt’s voice shot up an octave, full of anger.

“What?” I asked, turning to look at him like he was the one out of line. “I live here.”

“You couldn’t knock?!” he snapped, gesturing wildly like I was the crazy one.

“Why would I knock? This is my room, too,” I said with a shrug, setting my laptop on my desk and looking for my charger. “And for the record, you didn’t put a sock on the door or text me, so… not my problem.”

The girl on his bed looked like she wanted to melt into the floor. “Uh, maybe I should go,” she mumbled, clutching the blanket around her.

“No, no,” Matt said quickly, turning to her. “You don’t have to—”

“Honestly, you probably should,” I cut in, sitting down on my bed.

“Y/N!” Matt growled, shooting daggers at me with his eyes.

“What? I don’t care,” I said, leaning back against the wall. “I just think you’re overreacting. You’re mad at me for walking into my own room. Make it make sense.”

Matt groaned, running a hand through his messy hair, clearly frustrated. “This isn’t about you ‘not caring,’” he snapped. “It’s about boundaries! Privacy! Common courtesy! Ever heard of it?”

I snorted. “Oh, you mean like texting your roommate before having sex in your shared dorm room? Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”

The girl fidgeted awkwardly, pulling her clothes on under the blanket. “It’s fine. I’ll just… go. Call me later, Matt?”

“He won’t, dont get your hopes up!” I said, as she hurriedly gathered her things and practically bolted out the door.

Once we were alone, Matt turned to me, still looking pissed. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, throwing himself back onto his bed.

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m unbelievable? Dude, you’re the one mad at me for not psychically knowing you were fucking some random bitch.”

“It’s called knocking, arent you supposed to be over there fucking Chris?” he grumbled.

“It’s called communication,” I shot back, ignoring his comment about Chris. “Look, I’m not the one making this weird. You’re the one who turned it into a whole thing. Just let me know next time, okay? A simple heads-up.”

Matt glared at the ceiling, clearly still irritated, but he didn’t argue.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” I said, smirking, packing my bag up

He groaned and grabbed his pillow, shoving it over his face.

I stormed down the hall, going back to Chris’ room. I stormed in ready to tell him about the scene I just walked in on

“Y/N,” he said, setting his laptop aside.

“Oh, you have no idea what just happened,” I said. “I just walked into our room and caught your brother mid fuck”

Chris burst out laughing. “You caught Matt hooking up? Please tell me you made it awkward on purpose.”

“I didn’t have to,” I said, crossing my arms. “He flipped out as if I was in the wrong. Like, sorry for walking into my own room?”

Chris shook his head, still chuckling. “So what’d you do?”

“I didn’t even care! I just grabbed my stuff and ignored it, but apparently, that wasn’t good enough. He started yelling about privacy and boundaries and then kicked the girl out.”

Chris snorted. “So where is he now?”

“Who knows?” I said, rolling my eyes. “Probably planning his next big speech about how I’m a bitch.”

As if summoned by my words, the door suddenly flew open, and in stomped Matt, his face flushed with anger.

“Are you serious right now, Y/N?” he barked.

I leaned back, unimpressed. “Oh, look, it’s the whore himself. Did you follow me here just to yell some more?”

Chris blinked, looking between us. “Uh, should I grab popcorn for this?”

Matt ignored him, glaring at me. “You had no right to barge in and humiliate me like that!”

“Oh my god, humiliate you?” I shot back, standing up. “Matt, I didn’t even say anything! I walked in, saw what was happening, and minded my business. You’re the one who started freaking out!”

“You didn’t knock!” he shouted, his voice cracking with frustration. “How hard is it to respect someone’s privacy?”

“Privacy?” I scoffed, stepping closer to him. “In a shared dorm room? You’ve got to be kidding me, Matt. If you wanted privacy, maybe you should’ve locked the door. Or, I don’t know, texted me.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he spat, shaking his head. “You act like it’s not a big deal, but it is! You embarrassed me, and now you’re in here laughing about it with Chris?”

“Oh no that’s actually exactly what I’m doing”

Chris, still sitting on his bed, raised a hand. “Uh, just to be clear, I’m totally fine with this. Keep going.”

Matt shot him a glare before turning back to me. “You’re so fucking selfish, Y/N! It’s always about what you want and think its okay.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I snapped. “You’re the one being dumb right now, not seeing how fucking stupid this entire argument is”

Chris let out a low whistle.

Matt ignored him, his jaw tightening. “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t take anything seriously unless it’s something that affects you.”

“Great, Matt, please tell me everything wrong with me,” I said, my voice rising.

“You're just such a fucking bitch, and you keep this innocent attitude going like you do nothing wrong! You think your hot shit, but your not news flash, your own mom wouldn’t even stay with you,” he snapped, standing up and getting in my face.

I stared at Matt, my chest tight. “Wow,” I said quietly “You think that?”

Matt’s face faltered for a second like he hadn’t meant to say it, but then his jaw set, and he didn’t take it back.

“Okay,” I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. “Message received, Matt. Loud and clear.”

“Y/N, wait—” Chris started, but I was already gone, slamming the door behind me.

I didn’t look back, even as I heard Matt’s voice faintly through the door, arguing with Chris. My mind was too busy replaying his words, cutting deeper than I cared to admit.

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@ch0llies @hanta-seros-wifey @namelesssav @2muchofaslvt

[fbfh]

Okay okay so as an arachnophobic bitch I've long since had headcanons for alternate pets Sam Monroe would have (all named Lucifer ofc) so here's part 1 because Sam RADIATES snake owner energy to me

Also dw next two will not be snakes lol pt 2 lizard dad!sam, pt 3 rat dad!sam

Snake owner!Sam ft. Lucifer the ball python

Probably got him when he was either a lil baby or still an egg tbh

DEFINITELY got him in secret to piss off his parents

Or possibly used the divorce as a bargaining chip to get a pet that he got to choose

Has a drawer with Lucifer's shedded skins bc they're cool (he also secretly gets nostalgic looking at the smaller/old ones)

Will ABSOLUTELY let you feed him if you want to

But if you're sensitive and/or hyper empathic like I am

(or as Sam affectionally puts it "such a fucking crybaby" he wants to lick the tears off your face)

he has to spend like 20 minutes explaining to you that all Lucifer's food is ethically and humanely sourced, that Lucifer is just a prey animal and it's really no different than any other meat in the freezer

also he only needs to eat about once every two weeks so it's not like some family guy cutaway to a veal farm

You feel better and calm down but still sniffle a little and ask him to thank the mice or rats before the next time he feeds Lucifer

he brushes you off but uh. yeah. he does. you're probably not even in the room when he does it

also at the end of this whole conversation he leaves to grab something and when he comes back in he sees you snuggling Lucifer and kissing his head. You're holding him and he's looking right at you with rapt attention as you babble all sweet and teary, "'s not your fault baby, mommy not mad at you.... such a sweet lil linguini noodle, aren't you?"

Lucifer flicks his tongue out and you giggle cut to "and that was the moment I knew I was going to marry you" speech at your wedding

also yes Sammy does have about a trillion pictures of Lucifer hiding in your hair (however you style it)

edit: FORGOT TO FUCKING MENTION Sam will ABSOLUTELY casually wear Lucifer out with you in public. if you're from a small town you've probably seen/had at least ONE scary looking snake wearing guy just chilling in an empty 7/11 parking lot in flip flops and a limp bizkit shirt with a snake around his shoulders or crawling in and out of his gauges. That's Sam.

best part is this ADDS to his scary dog privileges!! when you go out and he has Lucifer chilling on both of you AND his arm around your shoulder???

NO ONE will even fucking look at you. Which is exactly how Sammy likes it.

more hair textures/styles + Lucifer <3 (I couldn't find a ton but tried to include a good mix. smooches.)

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Fourteen: Red Hood)

Fic type: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, (ongoing) I don’t write smut

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

I’m gonna be taking inspo from under the red hood, titans, Arkham knight, comic lore, the Batman, arrowverse and my imagination lol. Of course I don’t own any dc characters this is purely fanfic. Reader is referred to as she/her.

Heyyyy, inspiration just struck me for some reason today. Also so like yk how tik tok got banned for like three hours, well I deleted it and now can’t get it back (don’t worry I saved my favorited edits to pinterest lol). But anyway I’m pissed cause like they took away freedom of speech but also on the other hand I was planning on deleting it away and so now that it’s gone my screen time has been down so much and like I’m off my phone and not doomscrolling anymore and that’s been actually amazing. So yeah long story short mad about the reasoning behind its deletion but happy that I’m not doomscrolling anymore and have a lot of energy back. Anyways I got some more ideas for the red hood plot. I’m probably gonna post a couple more parts to this section of the dating Jason Todd fic but then I’m gonna do another series that is a backstory for this one (so that one’s gonna be reader meeting dick and Jason and becoming a titan).

Warnings: death, talking about death, suicide and depression, injuries, violence, weapons, hallucinations, talking of religion, mentions of stalking in other parts, reader is depressed

Part Fourteen: Red Hood

The drive is silent, you fell asleep halfway through and when you open your eyes again, you’re outside the Queen mansion.

“Please please don’t run off again,” Dick says quietly. Even though he’s quiet you can still hear the undertone of anger in his voice.

“I didn’t ask you to go after me,” you snap.

“Listen,” he says turning his head. “I know you think no one’s gonna give you any crap because Jason died,” he sounds so harsh it shocks you. “And I know you and I made up but i won’t let you keep being an asshole to everyone including me in hopes of pushing us away.” ��Just because he died doesn’t give you the right to pretend like he’s the only thing, the only person in your life that mattered cause he wasn’t.” You just stare at him with sadness and frustration. You knew he was right and truthfully a couple weeks ago in Chicago you were genuinely happy you and Dick made up, but now he was pissing you off and you were going to make that obvious.

“Thanks for the ride,” you say sarcastically as you grab your bag from the backseat. You get out of the car and see him about to as well. “Dont worry you can watch me go inside to make sure I don’t run off.” You walk to the door and knock. Quickly Thea opens the door, Dick must’ve texted her. Before stepping inside you yell to Dick, “have a nice ride back to San Francisco fuckface.”

“What was that about?” Thea asks.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s just pissing me off,” you say. “I’m sorry I ran off and scared you.”

“You scared everyone,” she says.

“Doesn’t mean I’m going to apologize to everyone,” you say.

“You will…eventually,” she says calmly. “But until then the professional on grief, myself, is here to put up with your mood swings and reckless behavior,” she announces falsely enthusiastically.

“I missed you…I missed being here,” you say.

“Course you missed me in the bestest friend ever,” she says playfully pulling you into a hug. “It’ll get better eventually,” she says in a more serious tone.

A week later and things had in fact not gotten better. Sure you stopped being reckless and snappy but it became the exact opposite. You were unusually quiet, only speaking when someone talked to you first. You spoke softly and slowly, normally you talk a million words per minute. Thea was freaked out by this behavior but you assured her you were fine, just grieving. What she didn’t know was when you were alone, assumed to be reading or doing whatever, you just stared off into space. No music, no TV, just nothingness. Dick hadn’t called you directly. Thea told you he’d been texting her asking how you were to which Thea pointed out how fucking weird the dynamic of your and his friendship is. Rachel called you a couple of times, you answered even though you didn’t want to talk with anyone. Your family back in central city didn’t suspect anything. You didn’t want to worry them or have your mother demand you come home so you acted normal. They knew you dated Jason so they asked how things were going and you simply responded things were fine. He’d never met them, you’d actually been trying to find a weekend to roadtrip to central so he could finally met them, then he died.

You figured Dick and the titans would be going back to the tower but apparently there was some new freak in a mask running around Gotham. So much has changed, but Gotham remains the same old crazy city. The guys calling himself “Red Hood”, or something like that. Apparently he’s killed a bunch of dealers who sell to kids, honestly you couldn’t really argue with that and you knew Jason would see nothing wrong. But since he’s killing, Dick and everyone else have decided he’s their new problem since Joker has been unusually quiet. You don’t even cry anymore and you’re sick of it. You’re sick of acting normal to your parents, of Thea being perfect and understanding, of being angry at Dick, of Dick pissing you off, of being weird to Rachel, of doing nothing. As night approaches you get an idea, a bizarre disturbing self-sabotaging idea. That night once Thea was asleep in the other room, you closed the door to the guest room and turned off the lights. You’re terrified of the dark, yet you turned out the lights; desperate to feel something. Even if that feeling is fear. You sit in the middle of the bed waiting. Waiting for the vines, the terror, the panic that always accompanied the darkness you avoided religiously. The vines never came. Oddly you still felt numb. You weren’t scared, you were sad. Sad that this is what your life had come to. And sad you’d gotten so low you attempted to scare yourself. Suddenly something moved in the darkness. The vines, you thought. It’s always the vines. This time as different though. It was as if the room went cold, a shiver ran up your spine. Suddenly something human shaped moved toward you with a stumble. Your eyes grew wide as you were faced with a hallucination of Jason’s corpse. Quickly you moved away from it and sweared for the light switch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You say frustrated unable to find the light. Suddenly someone else flicks on the light and the image of Jason’s corpse disappears. You turn toward the light switch expecting to see Thea, instead you’re faced with a man in a red mask; redhood. “Shit,” you say knowing he’s not another hallucination and very much real. You dash towards the gun in the nightstand and hold it up towards him.

“Why would you turn the light off,” you look at him with confusion. “You’re scared of the dark,” he says as if he knows you.

“What the fuck do you want,” you say still pointing the gun at him.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says as he takes a step closer. Without hesitation you shoot him in the arm.

“Leave!” You shout. You hold the gun toward him as he walks to the window he broke in.

“I-“ he starts to say.

“I said leave!” You shout as you fire the gun at his head. He’s quick enough jumping out the window so you miss. Seconds later Thea comes running in, holding a gun of her own. Seeing the intruder is gone she lowers her weapon.

“Thought you’d have a bow and arrow,” you say sarcastically.

“I would’ve thought the same of you,” she says playing into your joke.

“What can I say…I was in a rush,” you joke. “Fucking hell this means I have to talk to Dick,” you add.

“Unfortunately yes. Even more unfortunately I have to leave. Oliver’s dealing with Ra’s al Ghul for the millionth time. I guess someone used the Lazarus pit without permission and Ra’s thinks it was Oli,” she says.

“If Jason wasn’t so stubborn and against resurrection I’d have thrown him in,” you say half joking.

“You can still stay here of course, but I have to leave,” she says.

“Course I understand,” you assure her. “Unfortunately I should go to Gotham,” you say. “I have to figure out what this redhood asshole wants.”

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[reidsbuckley]

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I liked the episode! Sure, some aspects of it were a bit underwhelming but from the moment I thought Graham was gonna die I was crying and didn't stop for the rest of the episode.

Starting with my critiques: I think that the emergency could have taken up a little less screen time, but in the end I didn't mind too much. I think the other thing for me was Eddie's rescue of Buck and Ravi. I wished it had been just a bit more dramatic. You know, maybe when it was Buck's turn to go there was another rumble that caused a crash that Buck went down with, and then Eddie went in to save him from there. But overall, with the first bump we got and that look that Buck gave Eddie, I was cool with it.

Now onto other things! From the moment that Chim went in after Athena, I knew something big was happening for him this episode. And something big did happen! And the moment he started calling out orders in the laundry room I knew we were getting Captain Howard Chimney Han, and I am so happy about that! I know that a lot of people wanted Hen to become captain, but if y'all remember when she was going to med school and she was interim captain, she nearly died. She had to pull over on the side of the road because she was so exhausted she was falling asleep while driving, and she was losing quality time with her family. Of course she turned it down! I was genuinely not surprised that she did that. Plus, Chim has been at the 118 longer than the any of the main cast, including Bobby himself. And as great of a captain that Bobby was, the way that Chimney spoke about him in his speech kind of gave me the closure I needed to accept Bobby's death and move forward with this new age and era of 9-1-1.

Another great thing was that we got Chimthena! The band is back, y'all! When she was telling him about how Bobby felt about him, I could tell that was her way of saying that she forgives him, even though it wasn't Chim's fault. It was also her way of urging Chimney to go for the role of captain, that it's where she thinks he deserves to be, and she is so right! And then for Chimney to be the one to tell Athena that he and Maddie named their baby boy Robert Nash Han? And Athena looking fondly at the Henren wedding photo? They're so besties! That's my family!

I also really appreciated the fact that Eddie and Chris are staying, of course, and all thanks to Captain Chim!!! He really said "Fuck your parents and El Paso, you're staying!" and then turned to Buck and said "and you too!" I also really like what he said about grief. That if Buck transferred or Eddie went back to El Paso, it wouldn't make the grief go away but force them to grieve in solitude instead (even though that's what they were literally fighting about the episode before!!!)

Now, I did say "Fuck? What do you mean?" when I saw that Buck was looking for a new place, but then he said he wanted something that felt more lived-in? Y'all, I'm calling it now we're gonna start the new season with Buddie roommates still because Buck is still looking for a new place, and that is going to be what leads to Buddie canon (if we get it at all). At least, that is what I hope happens with that plot line because right now? Yeah, I'm kind of pissed not at Oliver and Ryan essentially but more their PR team for allowing all of those interviews and Buddie questions when they all knew nothing was happening this season. Moreover I'm mad at Tim Minear because I just know Ryan Murphy is fighting for his life trying to get those to men to kiss. Like, RM made Gleeu- you cannot convince me that he's not gunning for Buddie, too. I'm convinced that it's just TM and KR keeping it from happening. But if we could get bi Buck canon after screaming it from the rooftops from day 1 then I'm sure we could weasel our way into Buddie canon in the next season or two (and as much as I would like it to happen sooner or later, I think it would take 1-2 more seasons for it to actually happen based solely on where they are right now. I mean, they're a slowburn and are meant to be a slowburn. Their feelings realization? Yeah, that's going to be at least a half a season on its own, another half season for both confessions, followed by us starting the season after that with them tip-toeing around each other because they don't want to fuck things up but they're just so in love and I think 1.3 seasons is about when we'll get Buddie canon. Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk).

Note: I would still love to see the Bobby-in-a-government-facility Theory come true, but this is just where I'm at right now!

[redactahoe]

Giving you lore tidbits about my ocs until the master post is done :p

Context: Casey I think you all know is darlin and Alex is honey, they are brothers

Alex despite being the younger brother of the two is just as protective over Casey as Casey is over him, that loyalty goes both ways.

Thus, Alex will always hate Quinn so god damn much. There is nobody that makes Alex angry more than Quinn. To which as I hear you say ‘yeah understandable’ to which you would be right but I’m not done

Casey has a ✨speech impediment✨ caused by head trauma Quinn gave him during the fight at his friends place and no the rare times he does speak he stutters and his sentences often come out slow w/ pauses as he struggles to get certain sound out and every time Casey stutter or pauses Alex can’t help the boiling rage that starts in the pit of his gut. And Alex isn’t a violent person, despite the anger issues he has never wanted to actively hurt someone before Quinn.

HE WAS SO FUCKING PISSED AT DAVID BRO!!! He was like ‘mother fucker!!! Why the hell are you wasting time yelling at my brother when you should be hunting this mother fucker done for what he’s done to him!!!’ Like he was close to hitting David, alpha be damned! And he has and will beat the bricks off of anyone who says anything slightly victim blamey towards Casey (and we all know Sam is right behind him(Angelo [angel] too) like oh my god I can not describe just how pissed he was at that one pack meeting.

Chrissy probably said something about‘Casey’s problems becoming the pack inconvenience once again’ and Asher and Milo had to hold Alex back from jumping across the fucking table to punch Christian’s face in, and Angelo and Lucas [baabe] are just like ‘no let him go bc fuck you mean??!? That’s pack?!?! Where’s the fucking loyalty?!?!!?!!’ And David’s like ‘ no Alex don’t do it, however you and who ever shares the same sentiment can get tf out right now, Christian’ and looks at Chrissy with that devastating mean mug I just know he has but back To Alex.

Alex actually knew (kinda but not to the full extent of how bad) about casey being back to Daliha to finish off Quinn and he was so mad that Casey was like ‘no, you have no business being with me to kill this fucker. I don’t need him holding your life over my head even more than he already does’ and this happens in the early stages of his and guys relationship so guy knows only 50% of the situation but even still guy is so so supportive.

[penny-the-pissed-poltergeist]

RWBY Volume 5 Episode 1:"Welcome to Haven" rewatch thoughts

It's finally time to get to the volume that was widely considered to be the worst volume in the whole show... back when most(ish) people could agree on that. RWDE/Critical opinions ahead, you know the drill.

."Only one of us almost died" Heh

.Oh my god, I know this has been talked to death about, but using 2D art here deletes any awe this scene is supposed to have. I've heard some murmurings about this volume having major production issues that may have lead to them not having a proper version of the main fucking setting of the volume, but it's kinda hard to tell fact from fiction there.

."LOOK AT ALL THE WEAPONS" how strong are those silver eyes, that's some far fucking sight!

.Shout out to the only MLM rep that's actually in the show. (I know about Scarlet and Nolan, but everything gay about those two has only been in side material so far)

.That's a good segue into Weiss's segment because of pilot boy, for reasons I won't get into until a bit later. You think if thing I'm not talking about didn't happen, he'd still have the cult following he that he had for a bit?

.I know how Lionheart's shock KO is supposed to be funny, but something is off about the timing and it just fails for me.

.Guys, can you tell Lionheart's the cowardly Lion, it's REALLY subtle but it's there if your a super fan who looks close enough! /S

."You filled them in?" Wouldn't it be more fucked up to bring a bunch of students with you and NOT tell them anything?

.I don't know why but "Is this not going at all like anyone thought it would?" pisses me off. Maybe it's the "Well that just happened" energy it kinda has.

.So we went from RNJR, to Weiss, then back to RNJR, and now to Blake, what is this pacing, why the shots of the Belladonna house right before this? Why is Weiss segment even here?

."Unbelievable, total garbage!" When me and Dad get back from the shit that sucks convention.

.I just noticed that there's been no background music in some of these scenes, and it only adds to how off they feel.

.Blake get rid of the guard and immediately an intruder shows up lol.

.This just reminds me how much I actually like Blake and Ilia's dynamic. Even if the WF subplot is still comically bad.

.Lionheart's speech would be powerful if we didn't already know it was almost all lies. Him bringing up Penny reminded me again how weird it is that nobody seems to acknowledge the her being a robot thing.

.And this is where the Maidens get revealed as over-glorified keys...

.Jaune knowing Raven is Yang's mom feels weird, I didn't think Yang would open about her outside of her own team but I guess not.

.I know Lionheart's bullshitting, but this makes me think about Oz not setting up the councils of each kingdom to be in the know about the shadow war and how dumb that this, why would you leave a layer of ignorant bureaucracy in way of ever headmaster that works under you?

.Everything about this makes me wish they didn't just spoil Linoheart working for the bad guys in VOL 4.

.And now the VOL 4 post credits scene that they just threw in here because they were scared people missed it I guess.

.And now we cut to Yang at a weird gas station with a helipad(?) on the roof and it's also a bar, what kinda place is this?

.They really named a guy Shay D. Mann... I love his name but it's only enjoyable thing about him. He also means middle names exist on remnant and that feels weird for some reason. (Are Ruby and Blake's middle initials also R and B respectively?) Also something, something One Piece.

.FUCK HIS SHIT UP YANG.

.So Yang having her hands shiver when she's having PTSD problems is something that wasn't in volume 4, and I don't like it as much as anything volume 4 did PTSD wise.

.Her drinking the water just reminds me of how unreasonably mad a certain RWBY youtuber got at it for no reason.

.Yang basically went "Yeah I'm looking for Al Capone" to this guy.

.How did Shay D. here her from over there.

.Oh god it's the House.

.RNJ expecting trouble but they just get this tiny 14 year old.

.I like to think that, before the Oz thing is explained, everybody thought Qrow was just trying to set Ruby up with Oscar. And I don't even like Ro//se//garden all that much.

[cerealmonster15]

SILVER DND UPDATE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

Silver and Adrian are walking to their first class in the morning after their training session, and outside the school, they see the teacher's body chopped up and half burned in this big gore pile. Freaking out now, they run and tell the principle who sees the body and basically goes "fuck the paperwork is going to be awful" lol 😭

Principle has Adrian and Silver wait in his office while he makes a bunch of calls. The other party members see what happened to the teacher overnight before the principle gets people to come in and clean up, and they try to avoid suspicion and go to class like normal, but the principle has already told the teachers to make all of them come to his office immediately

When they're all in his office, and when he is done with calls and reviewing security footage, he tells them they are all VERY lucky that there is an obvious suspect (not Dolor, someone else he framed) in the case seen on camera drugging the teacher and dragging away his unconscious body + a lot of that same suspect's DNA at the crime scene. If nothing came up, they would all be the number one suspects since the principle and basically everyone at the school knew about their scuffles with the teacher

They're let off scot-free with a reminder that they have exams TOMORROW!!! (Silver, who has been brooding about seeing a gruesome crime scene of a dead person he knew, immediately snapped out of it because he has not studied at all. And also has been sleeping through half his classes. And also is in a different universe and knows nothing 😭) The party agrees to hold an all-nighter study session

HOWEVER. They agree on this, but then as soon as they are out of the principles office and in private where nobody can hear them, Adrian asks the rest of them if they had anything to do with the murder and *both* Adrian and Silver (who still has disadvantage on insight) roll high enough insight to clock EVERYONE'S really low deception rolls 😭

Silver gets onto them in a very "I'm not mad, just disappointed" speech over how the teacher was definitely Not killed out of self defense, and the teacher could have still chosen to change and become a better person one day, but never has that chance now, ect. Adrian is dead silent the whole time, but DM clarified he was also PISSED at what they did. So they all crack and spill everything that happened and what Dolor said, saying they wouldn't have agreed if they realized how badly he would be killed, ect, and it's mostly water under the bridge after they all apologize for their murder allowing crimes

anyway. BACK TO THE EXAM SILVER IS SO FUCKED FOR LOL. They have the all-nighter where we make con saves every couple hours to try and stay awake/do some roleplay. The two plot derailing lesbians from before fall asleep cuddling and Adrian takes a photo to get payback for the pic of him and Silver asleep together getting sent out to everyone lol. One of the very study obsessed characters has time magic apparently and got so locked in they accidentally stopped time until Silver shoved them out of their chair to help him study. Silver falls asleep a dozen times and somehow wakes up as soon as someone tries to wake him up every time until time stops AGAIN and they tell him he can just sleep before the exam while time is stopped lol

the exam was REALLY FUNNY because the DM sent out a google form with 10 questions that we would answer in character for a potential +10 bonus +intelligence modifier +a d4 roll bonus to the final d100 roll to decide our scores. I answer in character by getting everything wrong but the two questions about exercise, -1 intelligence modifier, +2 on the d4 roll, so a total of +3. AND THEN THE DM ROLLS A 98 ON SILVER'S SCORE 😭 AND HE GETS A 101 GRADE 😭 it was really really funny. We joked about him guessing on almost all questions and just somehow getting everything right, going to the teacher afterward with head in hands like "I just guessed I don't deserve it 😔" but being forced to keep his 101 grade anyway njhbvgcfvhbjvh LOL

after exams, the principle calls them in and tells them that to deal with all the trouble they've been getting into since the school year started, they're all going on a cross country road trip to visit 7 deity temples during their off days!!!! Which we will begin in act 3, after our beach trip :)

THSDKFJSDL THE WHIPLASH... frolicking to class after falling asleep together and training together OH GOD HORRID GORE PILE OF TEACHER. AND OUR FRIENDS WERE BEHIND IT!! well as long as they said they didnt mean to. anyway better go study for EXAMS!!! i like that theyre like well YOU CHILDREN threw hands with this teacher so this VIOLENT MURDER was probably you. altho i guess adrian nearly died in said scuffle so maybe it's not that crazy to consider kflsdhf... silver my boy fighting for his fucking life out here just trying to stay awake and then SCORING TOO GOOD!!!! ON ACCIDENT KJFLSDHKLFJSKLFH

theres a lot going on for these kids. godspeed to them and their field trip 😌

[anne8510]

Part 2 to The Perfect Balance

A Little Loyalty Goes A Long Way

Rhodey knocked on the office door and steeled himself for what was bound to be a hostile conversation. He had made a few attempts to talk to Pepper after the scene in the lab with Tony and Peter but she had dodged him until today. As he opened the door he saw she was still finishing a call and waved him inside. "Yes, fine just get the contracts in order and send them over." Pepper stated clearly then hung up the phone.

"Good Morning James, it seems you have been trying to see me. I can't imagine what you want to talk to me about." Pepper said in a tight voice. "Well I think we both know things have changed significantly since the last time either of us spent a lot of time in this building. I wanted to tell you clearly face to face that what happened in the lab last week, the relationship between Peter and Tony is for real. They have my full support and I hope that you can respect Tony's wishes and requests without being petty regarding your own past involvement." Rhodey got his rehearsed speech out first, he used his crisp military voice that everyone knew he used when he was serious. He didn't want to get emotional at least not at first.

Pepper was silent then turned on a dime and looked angrily at him talking through gritted teeth "You think this fling is for real, spare me James but once again here you are doing Tony's dirty work. Must be nice to have a lap dog to do things for you." So much for not getting emotional, Rhodey thought before he started shouting "A lap dog! Wow hitting low right out of the gate. It's not me you're mad at. You're pissed that Tony is happy and that it's not with you. That's partly your fault! You left Pepper! Told him he was too much! Tony is always going to be Tony and you made him feel like shit for it. I'm glad he isn't trying to change who he is anymore for you. He is happy and I'm happy for him. Leave them alone! Focus on your own life." Rhodey always got mad quickly when he was forced to defend his best friend for just existing.

Pepper was up and passing behind her desk. She threw her hands up "I was good for Tony, he just couldn't stop playing superhero enough to see. Now this gold digging whore came in-" "No fucking way!" Rhodey interrupted "You know I'll go to hell and back for Tony but what you don't seem to know is that I will do the same for Peter. Do not tempt me Virginia. If you haven't noticed, which clearly you haven't felt the need to reach out or acknowledge that I am in fact paralyzed from 'playing superhero' myself. I would be in a wheelchair if my best friend wasn't a billionaire genius. Now when you wake up in a hospital room after free falling from the sky it is a real sobering experience. When all your other superhero friends are still fighting each other you expect to wake up alone. But I didn't wake up alone in a cold dark hospital. I woke up to a warm room with a cozy nonhospital blanket and one Peter Parker sitting next to my bed. Another thing you don't know is Tony was too busy to sit with me during those first few weeks, Ross was breathing down his neck, he still had to go after Cap and had his own injuries to deal with. He is after all Tony Stark -even had this damn business to run. But Peter is a college student who saw the whole thing go down and he made Happy take him to the hospital with me. He sat in the waiting room then my room for hours before I woke up. Also made Happy go get blankets, pillows and snacks so it wasn't so sterile when I finally came to. So just stop! I won't sit here and have you trash him! Now they are happy and good for each other! Healthy even! "

Pepper stood silent staring angrily at Rhodey, "Well isn't it just perfect that Peter is so wonderful and everyone loves him. The media will eat him alive and Tony knows it. Let's see how long he wants to be Tony Stark's dirty little secret. He won't be able to stand by his side like I did. He won't ever fit into that life and it will implode on both of them. Then perhaps if I feel like it I'll be there to pick up the pieces and show Tony where he should have been all along... with me."

"No one wants you here Pepper and Tony is finally happy. The media can shove it and you know perfectly well Tony doesn't give a shit what the media or anyone else thinks. Tony will help Peter learn to fit in and Peter is stronger than you know and he'll learn what he needs to. He already does it so much better than you ever did. So go back to California Pepper, make a life for yourself out there and stay out of Tony's!" Rhodey yelled as he turned and stomped out the office.

He walked a few steps away from her office door and rested on a wall in the hallway steadying his breathing. After a few moments, Friday broke through his thoughts "Colonel Rhodes, Boss has asked if you are done scorching the earth for him and Mr. Parker, they would like you to join them in the lab." Rhodey huffed and shook his head, of course Friday had shared what was happening with Tony, hell he wondered if they had watched it on video as it was happening. There were very few secrets when an AI runs the building.

He was definitely right, Peter and Tony had watched the whole scene thanks to Friday. Tony gently hugged Peter from behind whispering "he said he was going to talk to her to try to make her see we were real. He thought it might help." Peter nodded, he had been silent since the video stopped and Tony was starting to get nervous. "Honey... please don't let what she said ..." Tony started but was quickly stopped by Peter as he turned too quickly hugging Tony with the force to make him stumble backwards. "I don't care what she said I am floored that Rhodey would say all those things about me, I am processing that I might have someone else in my corner... our corner and I started spiraling about what we could do to help us before it goes public." Peter rambled as he buried his head in Tony's neck to calm himself. Tony chuckled, "Good good you had me on my own spiral, you are never that quiet." Peter looked up into Tony's eyes and saw some worry there still, "oh no I'm not going anywhere stop going down that road, I'll always be here right next to you no matter what anyone says about either of us. We are the only two that matter." Tony smiled widely at his boyfriend, kissed him and whispered "You are the best thing that has ever walked into my life and I am so happy to have you by my side."

Tony stepped back and clapped his hands theatrically, "Now, on to your spiral - Of course Rhodey would stand up for you just like he would for me. He may have known me longer but what you did for him in his most vulnerable time Pete, it really meant the world to him. I'm sorry I wasn't there with you but I am also beyond grateful that you decided to stay with him when you did. I don't think I even realized all the amazing things you thought of that he will always remember."

Peter shrugged, "I could never have left knowing he would wake up alone. It didn't sit right in my gut and I was still trying to impress you." Peter winked at Tony who kissed him the cheek. "I have always volunteered at May's hospitals especially when I was too young to stay home alone. I would read to patients or play cards. Play video games with the kids or help deliver flowers. I hated seeing anyone who looked lonely or scared sitting in one of those damn ugly cold rooms." Peter quietly looked at the ceiling to compose himself.

"Maybe we should do some volunteering together at one of the hospitals. I'm sure the kids would love visits from Iron Man and Spider-Man!" As soon as Tony finished the sentence Peter's eyes lit up "Really!? You wouldn't mind doing that?"

"I love doing everything with you and this is important to you. Plus it will help others and I have a superhero duty to uphold." Tony said as the doors to the lab opened and Rhodey walked in with his hands in his pockets looking a tad nervous.

"Alright so I know Friday let you in on that shit show and that definitely was not how I planned on it going. I probably added more fuel to the fire now but she pissed me off! So I'm sorry I thought I might be able to reason with her." Rhodey trailed off like he could apologize all day. When he looked up, Tony was grabbing him into a hug. "Thanks for always having my back Honeybear. Now Pete, my dearest, the light of my life is a little astonished at your loyalty and ability to scorch petty people in your path."

Peter quickly glanced at the two "No, that's not what I said Dearest, I said I knew he would stand up for you but I didn't realize he would be so intense about defending me." Just as quickly he glanced away from the two.

Before Tony could say anything, Rhodey quickly took over "Peter I told you that day in the lab you are the best thing to happen to this guy and I will always have your back. You were the only one there for me when I woke up from the worst injury of my life. It doesn't get kinder than that kid and I won't forget it. "

Peter sighed loudly and finally looked Rhodey in the eye "I didn't want you to be alone and I knew if Tony could be there he would have been but I figured I could be a good second option. Thank you for what you said to Pepper. When we go public I can't see a lot of people being on our side so I appreciate knowing you are with us now before any fall out."

Tony quickly stepped back from Rhodey to hug Peter and held him close, "It doesn't matter what happens or what anyone else thinks. I'm not losing you Honey.” Tony clapped loudly and shouted, “Case closed! We are moving on! Rhodey, how do you feel about making some kids smile and trying out your new and improved look War Machine suit that integrates with your braces!? Let's go visit some hospitals Pete! It will make you happy and I want to see you happy, not worried about the press or Pepper or anything else."

Peter smiled brightly "Yes! That would be so awesome if all three of us went together! The kids would be so excited! And you make me happy Tony!" Punctuating his thought with a quick kiss, he ran to grab his web shooters from his work table.

That night on the news and on front pages of all of the newspapers the next morning were stories about the three superheroes visiting multiple hospitals and surprising patients. Tony gave donations for programs and new facilities that Peter showed extra interest in during their visits. While Rhodey sat and talked to accident victims with similar injuries as his own.

Six months later Tony Stark held a press conference to introduce the world to his boyfriend of more than year, Peter Parker. Rhodey stood behind the two in silent support and couldn't help but laugh when Peter took the microphone and declared Tony wasn't the only superhero in the relationship and that he was Spider-Man. He then grabbed Tony and swung them both out the window before any do the press could get him to answer any questions.

Six hours after the press conference Pepper was on a plane back to California permanently. Two days after that Rhodey found himself in a jewelry store with Tony helping design a handcrafted engagement ring of red rubies and blue sapphires. Two weeks later, Peter said yes to Tony and almost exactly a year to the day Rhodey walked into Pepper's office, he stood in front of his two best friends as the officiant in their wedding.

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 280, Replies Part 2

1) “OH SO THAT IS WHY THE CHAPTER NAME I SEE

WELP, GOODBYE THEN KIRISHIMA, LONGED SO MUCH FOR THE SWEET MANLY EMBRACE OF DEATH YOU JUST HAD TO STEAL THE CHAPTER, DIDN’T YA?

Well, I bet you’re gonna be fine after this, I’ve seen your unbreakable mode before, give that Machia dude a bich ouchie on his hand”-  The dirt being also still semi-liquid from Mudman’s Quirk also helped. Kirishima’s Quirk prevented him from breaking anything from the force of Machia’s blow, but he probably couldn’t have dug his way out of the earth that quickly without the aid of all that softening. (MHA ch 279) 2) “Oh no, oh the humanity~ who’s gonna save the day now?”- The only boy who will never break under the pressure.

3) “ kirishima was like “outta my way gay boi imma steal this chapter” then a moment later “i got crushed to death” “- Kirishima’s done letting himself be crushed by the weight of his own fears and doubts, let alone machia’s hand.

4) “And Machia is up again, and majorly pissed off. This does not bode well for the keikaku*”-  I find it somewhat disquieting that machia actually can call the League ‘comrades’. That shows an atypical level of self-thinking and reflection from him, that he does truly think of the PLF and the like as being equals in the same ideology, rather than devoting all his brainpower to revolving around AFO and Tomura alone. 5) “OOHHHHHH THERE HE GOES THE ROCKY BOI IS GOING UP!

HOLY SHIT KIRISHIMA’S CLAWS ARE HARD ENOUGH TO EVEN PIERCE MACHIA’S HIDE JESUS FUCK MAN

AND NOW MACHIA IS EVEN MORE PISSED OFF THAN BEFORE “- Due to a smaller surface area, the sharpness of kirishima’s claws are enough to barely pierce into Machia’s first layer of skin because they focus all of his grip strength into a single piercing point, allowing him to cut just deep enough to draw blood, but not any great level of damage that can’t be healed in a day or two. Thankfully, Kirishima doesn’t need to wound Machia, he just needs him to keep talking and leaving his big mouth wide open…

6) “GOD FUCKING DAMMIT TOGA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME HOW DARE YOU I’M SO MAD RIGHT NOW I’M GOING TO REMOVE YOU FROM MY FAVORITE CHARACTER’S LIST, YOU’RE GOING DOWN AT LEAST THREE SPOTS AFTER THAT ONE YOUNG LADY”-The league are not going to give the heroes a single Inch. If they can make a move to stop them, they will. On the other hands, if the heroes have more moves to make than they can use to stop them…. 7) “HOLY SHIT HE MANAGED TO SAVE MINA’S VIAL HELL FUCKING YEAH”- Mina thought she failed, but in actuality, despite her slip-up due to an understandable trauma, she was in the right place at the right time to allow Kirishima to succeed in the goal regardless. 8) “AND THERE WE FUCKING GO

YEET: ACHIEVED “- This fight comes down to both sides, equally determined, giving each other everything they’ve got to win, and the victor is the one that endures to the end…no matter the cost along the way… 9) “HOLY FUCK MOMO DID YOU FUCKING MADE THOSE HOWITZERS IN THE MEANTIME? MY GOD GIRL”- Who needs an army base to supply you with tanks and helicopters when we’ve got Momo on the field? That said, she is definitely gonna needs some calories in her, stat, after making that much heavy-duty ordinance. 10) “OH DAMN IT IS ACTUALLY THE CAVALRY COMING TO SAVE THE DAY

OR TRY TO, I SHOULD SAY, BECAUSE MACHIA IS NOW REALLY FUCKING PISSED

OH GOD DO HIS JAW GO UP AND PROTECTS HIS SKULL OR SOMETHING? THAT’S FUCKING HORRIFYING”-  Just a note, but Majestic is actually one of the heroes that Momo interned under during the hero internships, which is why she calls out to him specifically and he mentions having high hopes for her. Other side-note, Horikoshi is almost certainly going to be moving onto drawing a horror manga once MHA is wrapped up. 11) “But boy, I have a strange feeling that Endeavor just managed to get Shigaraki madder, and he’s about to snap with a breaking speech that will make Stain’s one seem like a baby talking”- Machia might be the one based on the Hulk, but Tomura seems to have his “mad = more power” ability in a twisted self-sustaining cycle. He gets mad and attacks the heroes for what he suffered, they beat him down to protect themselves and others, he views this as more unfair abuse being heaped on him and everybody ganging up on him and starts fighting back more viciously, rinse and repeat until he’s standing atop a mountain of dust and exulting in his victory despite missing half his body from the struggle. 12) “Kirishima’s backstory showed how he was always hesitant to jump in, and how seeing Mina move before she could think was one of the factors that allowed him to break out of that shell. Now, in the present day, we have Mina hesitating due to fear, and kirishima jumping in front of her, before he could even think about what he was doing that was a neat parallel, I love how both their stories and moments connected like that, it is so cute.”-  Another parallel was that Mina had the time to steel herself before jumping in, not being suddenly put on the spot like she was here, and Kirishima had all that time running through the flames to self-prepare himself for leaping in when she couldn’t finish it herself. But despite that, Mina did have the opportunity to throw the vial in herself, it was just the unfortunate coincidence of it being Machia who traumatised her before that tripped her up, something nobody could have predicted, so if she can see past his fumble here, she should be able to recognise her own heroic deed for what it was.

@thelreads

[behold-the-griffin]

Ophelia slaps a clawed hand over her mouth as soon as the word exits it, the echo rolling around the extravagant and lifeless throne room that Balthazar holds court in.

He turns to her slowly, the bones in his neck snapping and twisting like rotten branches as he turns his pitch-dark eyes onto hers.

The heroes, bound like pigs for slaughter, shake in their armor.

She slow-blinks at him, unrepentant.

“A moment,” he hisses, the sound sibilant and menacing to anyone other than the girl he’s raised like a daughter, “with my apprentice, if you will.”

Ooooooh, that’s how she knows he mad. By now, after a couple years of this, she’s his colleague. Balthazar only demotes her when he’s pissed.

With a stomp of an emaciated hoof against marble flooring (mined with slave labor, of course, because a human life was worth less than a month of fair wages), the heroes vanish into a dark pit. Their screams cut off abruptly as it seals up behind them.

“Oh, bottomless pit trap!” Berrun, settled behind her like a massive scaly cat, cries out. Smoke begins to rise from his nostrils in irritation. “You couldn’t have done that thirty seconds ago, Darkwalker? I would’ve won!”

“But you diiidn’t,” sings Ophelia, before she can stop herself. A horrific gurgling noise makes her attention snap back to Balthazar, who is quite possibly foaming at the mouth from either rage or confusion.

She blinks at him again, this time innocently. The effect is somewhat ruined by her tail twitching in amusement.

Ophelia knows a lot of languages, but the noises Balthazar is currently making resemble none of them. -

“Bingo?” Balthazar finally manages weakly. “Why in the name of the Starry fucking Dark are you playing bingo right now?

Before Ophelia can even summon her twelve-point presentation on why Balthazar’s villain monologues aren’t effective, Berrun sums it up with dragonish bluntness.

“You’re getting predictable, Darkwalker.”

He partially rears and shakes his head in offense, his twenty-point crown of antlers nearly catching on the expensive-looking chandelier.

“Predicatable!” He nearly shouts. “How dare you! I am-”

“-wrath incarnated, darkness reborn. I am the lurking power that you’ve tried to convince yourself was not there but you never quite could-”

Balthazar falters at his sudden Greek Chorus of both Berrun and Ophelia, taken aback at their perfect word for word recall of his grand speech. Sure, it had been a month since he had come up with a new one, but surely-

“It’s been three, boss,” Ophelia drawls, stretching her wings. “I get it, we’ve been pretty busy, but there’s only so many games of tic-tac-toe me ‘n Berr can play before we get bored.”

Balthazar’s eyes flick down to the scorched and cracked marble. Suddenly, the charcoal marks on Ophelia’s fingers make sense.

“Look, it’s not like we don’t like listening to them-”

“Speak for yourself, Faeblood.”

“Shut up. Anyways, it’s just that the whole big bad evil monologue is kinda giving… evil vibes?”

It’s Balthazar’s turn to blink at her. “That’s the point,” he says, sounding a little lost. “Ophelia, we kill people.”

She flashes her fangs at him in a grisly smile, still tasting blood that isn’t hers in her mouth. “Yeah, but like, only if they deserve it.”

“I feel like I should be able to explain to you how that’s still wrong.”

Her ears twitch. She’s never been afraid of Balthazar, even on that day in the city, blood staining blue cloth maroon (gods, she’s never been more grateful for such a color before-), but a stellar and or stable moral compass has never quite been one of his possessions.

“You weren’t gonna kill those heroes, were you?” she challenges. “Just scare the loyalty out of them and set em free. That’s what you taught me. Catch and release.”

“Catch and release,” Balthazar echoes. “They don’t know who they follow. They never do.” He turns away from them, gaze empty and mournful. “You never do.”

Ophelia and Berrun share a look. Balthazar is spiraling.

“That’s stupid,” Berrun says bluntly.

Ophelia decides to be a bit more strategic.

“You’re the one who laid siege to a city full of rich assholes whose type was young and scared,” she says. “You’re the one who made friends who actively insulted you, called you terrible things just so you would stay humble. You’re the one who took in a Faeblood with a history of biting and a cartload of issues and you made her better.”

With every statement, she takes a step closer to Balthazar’s hulking and monstrous form. The smell of petrichor and rot and something uniquely Balthazar fills her nose as she lays one hand on his bony flank.

Ah, shit, he’s crying now. His tears in this form are thick and oily, and Ophelia only minds a little when one drips from his chin and into her hair.

“You’re my family, shithead,” she says, speaking past the lump in her throat, “and only I get to make you feel bad.”

Balthazar kneels so that he can better hug her. It’s not that great of a hug; his limbs are too long and his ribs are sharp and he does smell a little like death, but underneath of it all the connection between their magick sings.

“Maybe you should write the speeches from now on,” he mumbles, and Ophelia cackles.

“Not before we scare the shit outta those heroes, right?” she asks, a vicious glint in her eyes.

Balthazar’s started look tells her that he completely forgot about them in the first place. But he recovers wonderfully after only a second or two, and begins to cast the spell that will bring them back.

Ophelia returns to Berrun’s side. He nudges her side with his massive head.

“Sap,” he growls lightly as the heroes fall back into the throne room, still screaming their heads off.

And as Ophelia watches Balthazar bellow and bluster and generally make an ass of himself, she smiles slightly.

“Yeah,” she says, quiet enough that only Berrun could hear her, “I guess I am.”

You thought your minions were taking notes but when one of them yells "Bingo!" in the middle of one of your evil monologues to the captured Heroes, you're forced to re-evaluate things.

[sincelastsession]

I'm pissed off now because I can't remember various things about today and I understand some shit but the rest I'm upset about but now it's like I know I'm mad I can read the journal entry I see what that says but...I think I dissociated or idk. I'm worried about that now and I had heart arrhythmia shit this evening and a huge cry and now like the entire session is foggy. I remember being there. I remember parts of what was said but it faded away and other parts popped up that sort of made sense. Dad brought me a heart thingy to record if something is off. My blood pressure was 107/68 bpm was 68. Tiny bit lower than usual despite the constant panic attack feeling I'm having.

Won't die from the heart thing but it's annoying as hell right now. dad said he'd help me get in with a new heart doctor because my current one has been ignoring legit complaints.

I think that he really did manipulate you today I still believe that and he has been kinder to me today though he did yell at me several times even when I told him that that does not make anything that's going on better and he does interrupt me and cross my boundaries even after I've said no and then I will tell him things several times in a row and then he'll tell me that I didn't say it and he does gas light me and I'm not trying to throw him under the bus or anything because I do want a relationship with my father that's tolerable for both of us And I know I cannot control him and I don't think that anybody understands that I'm just wording things in a different manner and It's just not neurotypical speech pattern it's different and I really need my dad to understand me better so he doesn't get confused and overwhelmed and so mad with me and we can talk and I know I have things I need to work on and I'm trying I really am but I feel like I'm getting punished again because he's back in my life and every time I do something wrong he criticizes it and pokes at it and pokes at it and just like he was talking about red he's poking at he's bringing up the fucking red

And I know that I'm a lot like him in some ways but I'm also my own person and I don't want to be treated like a stupid child and I don't want to be talked down to and what you saw today was him on his best behavior it was manipulative and yes he was interacting and seemed to be in good spirits but that is a fake persona that he happens to use a lot for his own Survival or whatever I don't know if my dad is possibly neurodivergent like me or just bipolar or just a personality disorder or just a fuckin asshole ok? But the way he spoke to me outside when we left was not ok. The way he spoke to me this evening when he came over was NOT OK. We didn't have the worst time but he needs to STOP yelling at someone having anxiety ptsd problems and a heart issue popping up suddenly possibly the bands at the loud show threw it off kilter like heavy bass does. Idfk.

I understand that sometimes my language sounds a certain way but I guess we need to work on training me to rephrase certain things and I'm willing to work on that and I would like it to be where my dad also works on some thanks so we can communicate and not have blow out insane arguments and I don't have to worry about getting physically attacked again

And everybody thinks I'm fucking insane for trying this and maybe I am because every other therapist has told me that he's bad shit when they've talked to him and I need to get the hell away from him this is like a hail Mary of trying to have a good relationship with him before he drops dead.

I understand that he wants me to be financially independent as soon as possible and I'm very stressed out with my PTSD flare up and just trying to do the journaling for you and what I can do.

Some things I literally cannot do.

Some things I just haven't done and I haven't been successful in doing it.

Some things I can possibly do but I'm scared

Some things I can do with no problem

Sometimes these things change daily and it's really strange to me and I don't understand that because sometimes I cannot do something at all and the next day I can do it like it's no problem and I don't understand what's going on but then I'm having these moments where I'm missing time but not a ton of time or I have a memory but it's just really foggy and I don't know if my brain is actively trying to protect itself or if I'm having a disassociative issue So I guess after we talk to mom next session then the session after that we're just gon to have to go over a bunch of shit.

And maybe I am possibly controlling I'm not beyond admitting that I'm not a perfect human being and everybody does have times where they talking act like this I understand the issue but when my dad gets upset with me being controlling he's talking about like extreme almost paranoia like saying he thinks I'm trying to control him and make him do everything and it's very paranoid sounding when he freaks out and gets angry and it doesn't make any sense to me and Half of what I remember him saying didn't make sense to me and some of what you said didn't make sense to me however The memories are foggy because my father is a major trigger for me and I've had to be very strong all day and deal with him more than once today and it was hard because the last time I did see him he had hurt me physically And it's not the first time he has done something like that to me and it sent me into a tailspand a complete PTSD flare up.

He doesn't seem to understand that what happened on that day with him and my sister was horribly traumatic for me.

I did not like the talk about pop culture and the word trigger I did speak to him about that again and I hope that he understands that I'm not using it as a pop culture reference type thing I've kno I've no doubt that word in the meaning because I got taught by a medical professional and I was taught about identifying my triggers I went to an eating disorder facility and I was stuck there for quite a while until I weaseled my way home because it was terrible and they were being abusive However they did hammer some things into my head while I was there in the middle of the fucking desert

So I'm not the best at it but I do know how to identify some of my triggers I wish I could identify more of them and I need to understand how I can be less bothered by the triggers I still need to work on my people pleasing I still need to work on separating my self from the approval of my parents and all this other crap which I'm sure you have figured out

I am still pissed off I don't wanna not see you as my therapist I'm just mad still I will probably get over it I know that you said I could be mad if I wanted to so I am and I'm trying to process and I'm trying to trust everybody because this shit is hard and it's really painful

The amount of grief that I have and the amount of pain and trauma and shit that my parents have caused me since I was a infant the things I can remember and the things that people have done to me since I was 2 years all these other things that have happened it's just an astronomical amount of stuff and I really wish you could have gotten the files from my other EMDR therapist I don't know if that's a work in progress or if you've got them or if we're just gonna not work with them but I really wanted to have them and I know that I don't get to control everything

But I want to Express that I probably have a control issue problem but cause I never got to be in control of anything or I felt that I was never really in control because of how I grew app and what was going on with my body and other people using my body and raping my body and my body getting sick and attacking itself and I Don't really trust a single soul I don't know how to it's not really a paranoid thing it's just that people aren't to be trusted thing that I learned that a very young age and I fight for control with everybody because I feel like I'm just a tiny little kid and I am not an adult to them and I was baffled and pissed off and confused with my dad's behavior because it was not his normal behavior that's why I was acting weird in session because nothing he was Saying in the way he was acting is like what he is actually like

That's the thing like he acted like And not himself at and that freaks me out and I don't know if he made changes and he's trying to be a kinder nicer person but no I heard him screaming at my mother who was speaking to him very politely the other day and no that's he's not doing work on himself because of the way he acted the other day I heard all of it he's abusive for no fucking reason And it's like he has split personalities because what you met today was not my father

I was very disturbed by him acting that way.

I understand that it looked like there was no big deal and no problem but the problem was that was an act you did not get to see how he really is because he put on For You. He wanted to talk to you first to see how you spoke and worked so he could analyze you and probably needed to tell you some things that I'm not privy to which I think is silly since it's like my therapy but whatever I'll get over that I guess and he did tell me that you just explained how you do some stuff and I don't even remember what that was

And I'm laying in my bed with my fucking weighted blanket shaking because he was just over here trying to be nice and trying to help me and I'm still having a trauma response to being around him and he got snappy and he did yell but he calmed down but it's still not cool andeight don't know if I'm ready to interact with him as much as I would like to

Because it's aggravating when he interrupts me and I'm in the middle of talking and I know that I do that but I usually do that when I think there's a long enough pause and then I also like

For instance we're talking about something And I'm listening but then I thought pops up in my head because something was said And if I don't say what I need to say right then and there it fades away like a cloud dispersing. And I can't hold on to it it just slips through my fingers like water it doesn't matter if it's the most important thing in the world or some dumb bullshit.

And I don't know why I have this problem I don't know if it's due to stress I don't know what causes it other than my diagnosis of ADHD.

So I wasn't trying to make an excuse for my behavior I was just trying to say that sometimes if I don't say it the important thing or something that needs to be said it just goes bye bye

And That's horribly frustrating to me. I don't know if I was just put on the wrong medication a long time ago or if I had something happened to my brain when I got the concussion or if it's a genetic neurological condition I have no idea but right now I think it's just havingCertain diagnosis that make it hard for me to fucking concentrate. Then my brain is just kind of doing whatever it wants sometimes to protect me and I don't always have the controls. I don't know how to explain that better.

It's very frustrating to me that I can't really articulate how all this feels and what's going on in my head and all I want to do is to be understood and to explain to people what's going on so I can survive because it's a survival thing

Because people take me the wrong way and misunderstand me and not very many people go out of their way to understand me or meet me halfway and yeah I do think that my family the people closest to me should be more involved and I don't agree with you about what you said about that that's something I remember more than everything else we spoke about

And I was upset and reactive because I did not want to be near my father but I knew I needed to have the session and he showed up and that did mean something to me but it was very hard for me and I don't know how to express that anyway other than telling you it was hard and it hurts

I'm happy to continue having sessions but I don't think my father understands that it takes a lot of time to change habits and heal from these things and he was already overwhelming me this evening telling me that I needed to change my phone plan and take on a bunch of bills and bitching to me about money and his health and things that I can't help I can't control that right now I can't fix that right now I'm trying to control myself and fix myself and I understand my circle of control is just myself and my reactions And it's very hard to get all of this done in the middle of APTSD flare

And I really need to move but my father's not willing to move me until I can financially take on some bills and Don't know how to explain to him that it takes a while with me. I don't find it to be Impossible yet to get Better but I Don't think I could give him an estimate of how many months or years it's gonna take for me to get Better and Help him out I also Really fucking Don't like how abusive he is at my Mother they've been divorced a Long Time now and It's Time for them to not be assholes to one another it's Really inappropriate it affects me and affects my sister it's not good for either of them I Know I can't Control that but I need to Bitch about it so I'm gonna Bitch about it Here

I had a shitty conversation with the front office and the dude was a fucking asshole to me and I'm just gonna let the security officer talk to him about me and the security officer's idea to put a camera up But honestly what would fix things is just to move the loud ass people into a different apartment that has the same layout because the residents here can choose to move to different apartments if they're the same price or the apartment people can just move them if they're bothering other residents but they don't want to kick them ou

But they have been loud all evening and that is not helping a damn thing and I don't want to wear my head phones because my head already hurts like a motherfucker from stress

Therapy is fucking aggravating I'm so tired of going to therapy it's not you and I'm just tired of being in therapy since I was 12 I'm tired of it it's annoying

I really do feel like I got mansplained to today and I'm sorry if that's upsetting for you but that's how I feel

Because my brain goes really fast and I already had caught on to what I did wrong and now I can remember a little bit of it that's wei don't understand this I don't think it's the medicine that I take for my anxiety because that has never caused me to have these issues and it's not the weed because we'd never cause that for me either so I'm just guessing it stress and PTSD related symptoms in whatever other symptoms go along with my diagnosis

I don't really like the style ofNot bringing up diagnosis that's not going to work very well with me in the long run and this is just feedback I understand the reason that you don't like it and I understand how the DSM is not really the best book in the world but these are diagnosis that I have gotten under the care of a Doctor who is no longer alive but worked with me for a very long time trying to figure out what was wrong and he used to be a neurologist as well so I'm gonna trust what that Doctor said and I'm gonna trust with my other psychiatrist now says as well.

I don't try to act more like the diagnosis I just want you to understand that I do understand like why it is annoying to you

I do understand that people sometimes get a diagnosis and they make that their whole identity and that's not what I'm trying to do

I'm also not trying to use any of my diagnosis as an excuse for bad behavior I'm trying to explain that that's why this shitty behavior is happening and I don't always have control over that

Like I will think something in my head and try and say it out loud and the wrong words come out of my mouth or I just phrase things wrong and if I don't phrase it a certain way sometimes then my entire body feels like nails on a chalkboard and it is the most unpleasant feeling in the world if I do not do the compulsive thing

I wish I could show people how it feels I wish there was a way to transfer thoughts and feelings to others so you could know and I understand that nobody ever fully knows anybody that's literally something that I have known for a very long time

It does get really aggravating not just with you and but with past therapists Because I see the wheels turning in your's head and I know when you'll say certain things where it's going and then I get something explained to me that I already know about and then I try to let people know Hey I know exactly what you're talking about I've read extensively about it I've spoken with other therapists about this I know it's a problem I understand what this means And then like the therapist will continue going and then it feels like I'm running out of time andsession and I feel like there's a lot of pressure to let you know as much as possible because I feel like I'm going To run out of time and then I have all this pressure from my family to hurry up and get fixed and fix myself and do all these things and I'm overloaded and my dad was trying to tell me about switching my phone to something and doing this and doing that and it's very hard to communicate with him about these things and big changes really freak me out and I do have meltdowns about that

I have huge fucking meltdowns that are autistic meltdowns like classic ones it's not just a timber chance room because I'm angry it's a meltdown

And then it's like a Domino effect basically one thing gets triggered and the rest of all of my mental disorders sort of just topple over into this big cluster fuck of overwhelming melt down sometimes it turns into a panic attack sometimes it turns into flashbacks and PTSD sometimes it returns into repetitive speaking and actions and other weird worries over and over and over again that don't make sense and then sometimes none of that happens

Sometimes I can act very childish sometimes I can act very old sometimes I can act more manly sometimes I act like a little girl and I don't understand what's going on with that because it's like having weird little personas and I don't pick them out I don't consciously pick any of this out

There's a lot of things that happen subconsciously that I'm getting bitchedoubt about that I don't even understand like what's going on and I get confused

And I don't know if it's just because I'm under so much stress that all this is happening or if I really do have something neurologically going on or if I do have a disassociative disorder or what the fuck is going on

And I'm still pissed I don't know how long it's going to take for my emotions to catch up with my logic

And yeah it wasn't the worst session with my dad it went better than I thought it would but it also still freaked me out because the way he acted around you and me was absolutely not what I'm used to I don't know what the fuck that was

That's not the dad I grew up with but then when we left the office and you told us to go speak outside he acted like more himself and more of an asshole and was snapping at me cutting me off interrupting me crossing my boundaries yelling at me and then suddenly talking normal like nothing ever happened after he did the narcissistic twister tornado at me in the parking lot that he probably doesn't even realize that he did

I think that he doesn't see how he's acting or how he sounds I don't know if he understands that some of the things he says and does are just as shitty as what people are telling me that I'm doing and that I'm confused about

I don't know if we have the same issue I don't know if my father is also autistic maybe that's it I don't fucking know but something else is going on with him because like I really don't know what the hell are witnessed today

That's why I'm so upset that's why I'm so freaked out because I felt like you were just allowing him an enabling him to be abusive by saying yeah he can do and say whatever he wants and you can either put up with it or walk away from the situation and the thing is like yes that is true

We all are in control of our own actions and we cannot control other people but it needs to be made known to him that his behavior towards me and his bullshit manipulation is seen and he needs to stop treating me like crap

Because I want to make the therapy sessions work I want to have a fucking relationship with my dad that doesn't end up being terrible before he passes away because I'm terrified that he's gonna die at any moment in time

And then I spoke to my mom about how he acted and she said that he used to do this in thier couples therapy that apparently they did for a while and the therapist eventually say through his fake shit.

I know you're not dumb.

It did cross my mind that you might have been observing much more than me and did see the bullshit. I don't know.

I am glad he has so far agreed to come back.

That was a goal anyway. So yay.

I do like that I can vent here and you can see it and understand how I'm processing and feeling etc.

I do feel misunderstood though. I don't know how to explain it. I don't know how to word or articulate things sometimes especially when I'm having anxiety and my brain is going 60 different directions and I don't feel like me I feel like someone else is driving and the words in my head aren't exiting my mouth.

I don't know how to solve the holding the thought problem.

I could take adhd med that is still in my prescription bottle one day before session and show you how completely different I am on it.

I was never on it long and Dr. Todd died.

New psychiatrist thought I was still taking it but I stopped when he had a weird OMG THE MEDICAL BOARD fit abt it.

2.5 MG was the dose I was taking. That's all I needed. I was functioning better.

I don't know if Dr. Murphy could sort me out better.

But im willing to show you the difference. I don't think it will hurt to take it for one session.

Maybe it won't change anything.

Idk I'd just like to stop having spiderweb thinking.

It's ALL OVER THE PLACE but it's all connected and loops back to the original subject eventually.

I didn't do this shit as bad before I had to go to regions.

I hate when I can't hold a thought in conversation. It's embarrassing to me to have to interrupt and it's embarrassing to ask ppl to pause to write it down. And it's hard to concentrate and remember shit anyone says because I have a million things going on in my brain.

Like I have to live with it if ppl find it annoying at least they don't have the issues I do that keep them up at night crying because my brain won't SHUT THE FUCK UP.

In high-school I was on xanax Adderall and smoked hella weed. It worked better than anything. But then they played with antidepressants and antipsychotics and epilepsy meds, and bipolar meds, and I'm scared I literally have brain damage

I don't know what to do about any of this and I know it's frustrating for every therapist I understand I also understand many things that I'm explained in depths about sometimes I just don't get it to begin with and then it clicks later

And I felt extremely overwhelmed And I don't know I don't know how to explain what the fuck happened in session because that was not my father

That was not my father in the sense of how he acted who the hell was what sort of Twilight Zone shit was that

If he acted like that all the time and didn't act like a fucking Dick then that would be great

I know I can't control any of it I tried my best to just observe and try and I just felt like I was a target today and I know that that wasn't really what was going on that I can remember

And I don't like that I just associated at certain parts and didn't even realize till I got home and could not remember and then I can remember some bits and pieces now but other parts are still foggy and I'm aggravated about it

And I don't know if my brain was just like protecting me because I was going into a room with somebody that had hurt me and caused me trauma

And I don't know if this is just gonna work kind of like some sort of exposure therapy I don't fucking know.

And yes I was triggered and I'm gonna continue to use the word trigger when I am actually triggered.

I don't play around with that word over stupid shit.

I don't really care if it's a pop culture thing or not I don't like that my dad was enabled because of certain things I believe you said did made him pretty fucking elated and then when we went outside to have a conversation 1 on 1 like you suggested yeah things did not go very well

I understand that everybody has free will and can talk when they want to and how they want to and all that jazz

And I can too

And I don't want to try and take someone's free will away

But he and my mother have both tried to basically fuck with my autonomy and micro manage and try to control me at a level that's insane my entire life and none of it's normal and dad always comes into therapy trying to act like a perfect little angel until he cracks or I say something and he reacts and the therapist finally sees beyond the bullshit

And I'm scared that this is all going to go exactly like the last time that I've tried to get him in therapy with me and I don't want to give up and I'm scared that I'm going to have to give up and just say goodbye and grieve

And I don't want to do that

And I would really like it if you would listen to all of the recordings when you have the time I understand that you're a very busy person I understand that Everybody is very busy I get it

Speaking of being your own person and being busy I really don't appreciate when my parents think that I have no life and I'm just gonna have to make room in my schedule for them and they can't make room and they're scheduled for me on certain things now they're agreeing to come to therapy is new and And I'm not mad about that

I'm actually really pleased with both of them and I'm really happy about it and I'm hoping that something positive can come out of it

I'm capable of growth and I hope my parents are and I hope they're not pulling the same stupid bullshit they do every single time and I would love for you to see how it really is

And he did this when I saw Robin

And he manipulated her to the point where she thought I was just fucking insane

And my best friend at the time was going behind my back and speaking to my dad and they were both very concerned about me and I was having trouble because every year starting in about July I start freaking out until my birthday hits and I do not know why this happens it's every single fucking year

I just have a massive bout of anxiety that lasts from like the middle to end of June till my birthday sometimes it starts in July and I don't know why shit escalates till then II never understood that I don't know if I had some sort of trauma that happened this time of year and my body has kept the score or whatever but that is disturbing to me and it's something that Needs to be worked out in therapy I guess I don't know

I would really like to look into the alternative treatments my brain already feels pretty fucking broken so I mean I'm about to find out how much it fucking costs because I Don't Know what else to do and I Don't Know if I have the Money to pay for it but I'm kind of desperate for some damn relief because I'm hyper vigilant Right Now and I was hypervigilant this morning and it hasn't Gone Away all fucking day and I had Heart palpitations and that was very scary it's Always very scary and I Don't Know what's causing that and I Don't Know WHY my dad was weird and I Don't understand a lot of things that Everybody else does and I Feel like I'm left out of this club of understanding

And I'm angry I'm not always sad but I'm angry I have so much anger and I don't want it anymore

But it's a really bad thing to have happened to me and I wish that I could have hunt down the people that hurt me the most I wish I could hunt them down but I can't do that

I'm not a bad person I don't hurt people on purpose I don't think in an evil way

I have a hard time understanding people that aren't neurodivergent thinkers.

They don't make sense to me.

It seems like everybody chose a bit to stick to and I don't get it. It looks like everybody has some sort of script and unspoken rules and all this shit that doesn't make any sense to me all these weird social rules that are just so many steps when it could be so much simpler

And it can be jarring to people when I say things and I don't understand what it is that I've said that's hurt their feelings and I don't know why I should even care anymore when they don't seem to care about what they're doing to me or people like me

And I don't like this fetish shit about autistic people that's been on TV like yeah I know they got paid I know that they got everything explained to them about that reality TV show and shit but it's just disgusting to me that it's just let's put some autistic people on TV to find love and all these neurotypical people are just like oh my God they're so adorable as if they're like some sort of animal when that's no it's another fucking person

I will happily do every single sort of testing you would like to do on me because I just want to know the answers to why I'm having issues I would like to rule out the things that's not happening

I would like to shut that part of my brain up

I would like to shut up lots of parts of my brain but I don't know how it's exhausting it's exhausting just thinking a lot

I feel worn out and I didn't even do a lot today other than sit and talk with you and my dad and I talked with other people today and I visited with other people today but it wasn't more than I do other days but I'm exhausted like I ran a marathon and this happens after therapy sessions sometimes

Sometimes I come home from there but not just therapy with you just therapy in general and in the past and I would just come home and lay on my bed and I would literally have a sort of narcoleptic thing happened where I would just fall asleep my brain would completely shut down and make me go night night

And then I would jolt awake 5 minutes to 10 minutes later not understanding why I was passing out and Doctor Todd was trying to figure out if I had any sort of narcolepsy or if it was just PTSD related but then he got COVID and then he was going to come back to work and help me figure out some sort of sleep medication to help me with my insomnia and worked on the weird reactions that I was having and then He did not get better and he fucking died

And I miss my old Doctor so much

And I hope so much grief I am so angry and I'm so exhausted and I just quit quit hurting inside and it's not depression

Depression is a very distinctive feeling for me this feels like I have a giant gaping wounded my chest that won't heal

That's what it feels like not the depression the grief the grief doesn't stop

The anger does not go away I am so angry for all the things that have happened to me and none of it gets any Justice and I can't get myself to move forward because the people that hurt me were never fucking punished for it but I got punished and I still get punished and it's an unnatural amount of bad shit that just continuously happens to me and I don't understand

I mean I could have Travis back for a session and he could tell you examples of just me having a hell of a time with just one thing after another and I've seen other doctors and therapists and they noticed that it's a trend and it's not just mean being negative or whatever it's just literally like I have bad luck or something

I mean it's Louisiana maybe I need to go see a spiritual worker and do a cleansing bath maybe I have some sort of spells set on me I don't fucking know

I don't think it's anything like that. If it was then I know what I'm supposed to do to make it go away but it's not that because that is like a psychological thing for the most part and the rest of it's kind of just unexplainable witchcraft or whatever you want to call it Perhaps unexplained science perhaps something to do with string theory and the universe not being locally real and all that crap

Don't get me started on the universe not being locally real because I know entirely too much about that shit and I wish that was more my special interest that I would ever about instead of like other stuff that bothers people

But it seems like everything about me bothers people sometimes

And it seems like sometimes I'm overtaking and sometimes nothing is bothering anybody and I just think that but you know there's been times where I've walked away from people like the other night and they were like that girl was fucking insane and it really hurt my feelings but I blew it off and continued hanging around people that weren't assholes

And why that was easy because those people were not important to me because I don't know them because I have 0 connection with people with no emotional depth

I don't understand how my father can be treating my mother so fucking awful when she's just talking to him and she says things just like me that come out of her mouth that are really fucking rude sounding and it seems like she's having a lot of the same problems as me and so is my dad and my sister as well but whose fault is all of this

And it really boils down to the extreme amount of abuse and crazy shit I was exposed to growing up that fucked up my psycho social stages and I suppose that happened with all of them as well in their childgood and shit and I tried so hard I have tried so hard to do everything in my power to make sure that my sister did not have horrible things happened to her and tried to teach her things to keep her safe and I still feel very hurt and betrayed by her and I wish that she would talk to me and I wish I could get an apology and I wish I could work things out with her Because I think I have more hope working things out with her sometimes but then other times she's just fucking nasty to meAnd yes she's a 20 two-year-old idiot and I don't exactly like her right now and she probably doesn't like me and she's been a fucking asshole telling me that I can't go to the same venues she goes to and enjoy myself I can't go to the same shows she's gonna have to get Uber that because I'm not going to hide away in an apartment forever because that's not going to help me get better it's going to be good for me to have a safe quiet place to live if I can ever fucking move out of this hell hole And probably will get put in another hell hold because I would try to explain to my dad what I need and he keeps not understanding that the things he is trying toPush on me are not going to work

I understand that I need to be financially independent but I don't understand how to do anything under the table I'm very worried about getting caught I'm very paranoid that I'm gonna get in trouble I have a constant fear of getting in trouble and getting punished and I always feel like I'm getting punished every time anybody is mad at me and I'm scared

And I was scared today sitting there next to my father who I haven't seen or spoken to in 6 months and it was very hard for me not to just get up and start screaming at him and crying and asking him why he wasn't sitting there apologizing to me about anything

Because I wanted an apology and I couldn't think when you were asking me what I wanted to get out of the session because I couldn't think I couldn't think it all my mind went blank I had all these things that I wanted to get out of the session I think I even wrote some of them down in this Tumblr journal

In my mind we're blank and I was trying so hard to listen and I don't know what happened

I was trying to participate and be present and interact and I didn't shut down I did in that moment actually hear what happened but I Don't Know if it was me or part of me that heard it and now I Don't remember it and I'm Mad about it because I was trying very hard to actively ListenI probably could have repeated it back to you if you had asked me to repeat it and now I can't for the life of me remember and I'm really upset about that

I mean I have a lot of distressing things going on that aren't therapy things

I'm having a lot of chronic pain I was in so much pain today in session and I don't think anybody understood that because I don't sit there and cry but I wasn't enough pain to cry and it wouldn't have helped my situation which is my muscles cramp up like Charlie horses and they do not release no matter how much I try to relax and I've seen a neuromuscular Doctor and they couldn't figure it out and I've seen a regular neurologist and he can't figure out shit that's going on with me

And people are treating me like a hypochondriac and I'm not one

And I have about a million things to do around my apartment and I need to clean and organize and do all this stuff but I can't take the adderalls that I have left like every single day because I'm just going to run out and the current Doctor I'm seeing is not wanting to prescribe it because med combo or some bullshit that he scared that the medical board will be mad at him and spank him

I missed Doctor Todd because he was not scared to go face the medical board and explain the case to them But he also has the advantage of being a neurologist in the past and also being a lawyer

This Doctor told me to get medical marijuana and encouraged it because it helps people with PTSD and it does sometimes help me but I weren't and got on it for pain and now he's having a temper tantrum that I'm smoking weed and I'm like well what do you want me to do I don't really necessarily want to take opiates and I can't go get anti-inflammatory shots constantly because that's going to really fuck me up

And then sometimes I sit back and I'm like well I'm gonna die 1 day and it's probably gonna be earlier than I would like lake whether it's natural causes or I finally just lose my shit at some point I don't know hopefully I'll get better and that won't happen

But it does scare me sometimes especially when I'm in PTSD flare-ups that the more stress and stimuli that I gethe more upset and triggered I get by like everything.

Right now I don't even remember what the fuck else I was going to say because my own thoughts are going so fast that I couldn't hold on to the thought I had before and this is hell

And no I still don't think that I shut down in the session like I just Was listening and I did make a noise but I made a noise because I was about to say something and I stopped myself and I guess I shifted or did something that made you think that I was shutting down but I really don't like people assuming things like that I would rather be asked if I'm shutting down because I know what that feels like and I know when I'm shutting down

Me shutting down is me going completely non verbal and not being able to really reply

I don't sit there and not listen I don't stop listening sometimes I have some auditory processing issues and I hear the first part of something or I hear the last part of something but the rest of it didn't register

And sometimes people can be talking to me and I just associate but it's not on purpose and then I miss half of what they said and then I'm too embarrassed to ask

And I don't know Joshua I don't fucking know I feel like I'm a fucking lost cause sometimes

You know like I am my worst critic aside from my parents in my fucking sister

I am meaner to myself than anybody could ever be

There's no reason for anybody to fuss at me because I'm already fussing at myself inside my skull

There's no reason for anyone to ever raise their voice at me because I'm already screaming at myself on the inside I'm aware of most of the things that I do but I don't do them on purpose I don't sit there and plan that I'm gonna do or say the bad thing it's just kind of compulsively pop out of my mouth and then sometimes I'm even shocked by it because I'm like that came out of my mouth what the fuck

Sometimes I can articulate very well and speak really well and sometimes I feel like a scared child and I can't talk and I feel really shy and I want to curl into a ball and hide in someone's make any sense

And I had to ask Travis if we could go to the grocery store when he has some time because I haven't been able to get my ass to a fucking grocery store and get groceries because I can't fucking do it by myself because it's too overwhelming so I've been having to go to the Dollar General and get overly processed stuff that makes me feel terrible and eat that instead of going to another store because the bigger stores are very overwhelming and then ordering groceries is a fucking nightmare Because I can't decide on shit it takes me sometimes an entire day and then I will get upset and have a breakdown and cry and I won't even be able to press the order button or I'll look at the cost of it and It'll be like a 100 fucking dollars extra because I'm ordering it and it's a lot of groceries I'm getting so I don't have to go to the store or order them again and I can just make the food but I haven't been able to cook for myself very well or do the things that I used to do like go to bed at a decent time and wake up and go to the fucking farmer's market and shit like that and I hate this

I hate what I have turned into and I don't know what that is I don't know what's going on with this

And I'm trying so hard to process this and everything else meanwhile I'm in serious pain and I don't want to smoke weed yet because I am not ready to do that

I probably should have already to calm the fuck down a little bit but I don't wanna rely on it for everything

But my other choice is suffering and being in pain so I'm going to have to and I don't know why I punish myself like this because I basically am I'm so harming by not taking something for the pain and I don't know why I'm like this I don't know why I'm just

I don't know why I punish myself I just realized that that's what I'm doing I'm punishing myself but also other people have punished me and that's all I know

And Travis came over and helped with the cat litter boxes and the trash and he asked if I wanted help in the kitchen and I told him no because I can stand and do that a little bit at a time and I'm too embarrassed to ask for help for anything else and he doesn't exactly have the best joints either so I'm not going to ask for much more help

And I don't even like asking for help it's embarrassing to me

There's so many people out there that are so judgmental towards me and I hate it because they don't know me they don't know what I go through they don't know what it feels like to be me

And I'm trying so hard to quit Craig because it's not helping my pain at all

I can disassociate from my pain and maybe that's what made it hard to concentrate in session I don't know

Because like I can't be stoned constantly and I can't take paint pills constantly and I can't get any relief from ibuprofen or Tylenol an approxen or the easy stuff that's over thecause my pain levels are at chronic pain levels

If I had to rate it out of 10 on the chronic paint scale I have to say that it waffles between 5 and 9 because I know if I say tin I have to go to the fucking ER

I mean dude I walked around with a Fucking fractured knee that apparently healed back up but he'll back up wrong and I didn't even know it I was just like Hey guys my knee hurts and I'm having trouble going up-and-down the stairs and they're like OK and then like nobody thought that anything was wrong or looked at it until I got a new room at colleges and they were like when the hell did you break your knee when did this happen and I was like I have no idea what you're talking about and she's like look at this big fracture mark that healed up and I'm like holy shit

So yeah that kind of fracture would have caused me a lot of pain and yet at 1 point I was walking around on a knee that hurt really bad and I don't know when that was but I remember my knee hurting like a motherfucker for quite a while

I don't even feel human half the time I don't feel like I have alone here I feel like some sort of creature or alien or non-human entito t sometimes and it's just weird but it's also like a common thing that a lot of people experience and I don't like it

[laalaaliaa]

Hey!!

Can I pls rq a batfam x batsis were she gets her phone taken away so she logs onto her ao3 account on the TV when she thought nobody was home

Just some hc abt how they'd react (and maybe some Damian too, pls)

Ao3

just some hc’s about how they react

batfam x batsis!reader

proofread?: no

thanks for the request, i meant to get to the others, but i fell asleep, enjoy <3

So you got in trouble, whether it be in school, on patrol, or in general, so Bruce takes away your phone for the first time ever

At first you’re fine, you’ve suffered worse, so much so, you tell it to Bruce’s face

“I don’t need my phone, I’m doing just fine”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Then he keeps it for the next three days, that’s when you’re really suffering

You’re moping around the house, at school, in public, practically anywhere you’re at

Until you start sucking up to Bruce like crazy, in hopes you get your phone privileges back

You’re practically sucking up to him 24/7, especially before patrol when he’s giving THAT speech

“Tim, you were sloppy last night.”

“Yeah, very sloppy.”

“Enough.”

“Alright.”

And eventually when Bruce tells you that you still can get your phone back, you’re pretty pissed, you went out of your way to agree with this man—get a load of this guy!

So now you’re here, on the couch, alone, mad and frustrated as you stare at the blank tv screen, your reflection staring right back

Nobody’s home, it’s just you, and the beautiful TV right in front of you

So you decide to do possibly one of the stupidest things you could ever do, and you grab the remote, prompting the cursor to awaken and you guide it towards the internet symbol

Bruce may have taken away your ability to practically live, but he would not take away your ability to read whatever you wanted, about whoever you wanted

You’re on the Ao3 website by the time you can properly think about what you’re doing, and you can’t help but feel giddy, glancing around to make sure nobody was around to see what you were doing

You spend minutes browsing through your bookmarked tab, until eventually you actually click on one

Now you were here, on the couch, leaning forward as much as you could to see whatever it was you were reading

Alfred

Now if Alfred were to catch you, it’d be very, very awkward

Not only would it be awkward but it’d be weird, because as much as he wants to ask, he doesn’t, instead he just stares at you, then the TV, then you

He’s behind you, you just don’t know it, so he’ll leave it like that—you never knowing he was there to witness it in the first place

Bruce

If Bruce catches you, it’s game over, not only because you’re reading whatever it is in the living room, but because you’re grounded and you know better

You’re on the couch whenever he walks in, and he assumes you’re just watching tv, but no—to his surprise you’re reading those things again

He physically shudders before he’s stood behind you in an instant, hand on your shoulder as he watches you slowly turn your head around with a smile

Let’s just say you had a long talk, a really long talk, one where you had to leave halfway through cause it got too embarrassing

And the only question on your mind is—“how does he know what Ao3 is?”

Dick

When Dick catches you, it’s not awkward or embarrassing, but rather weird because instead of making you feel weird about it, he’s smiling at you, rubbing your back as he tells you he “understands”

You’re cringing on the inside, trying your best to keep your smile up as you nod absentmindedly to every word he says

He’s a sweetheart, that’s expected

But hearing him say you’re fantasies are well justified is not expected

Safe to say you’re never gonna read Ao3 in the living room again, the confrontation was too embarrassing

Barbra

She has no words, and you don’t either

You just stare at each other, unable to comprehend the fact that you’d been caught, and that she caught you reading Ao3 on the TV

It isn’t until she tells you that she wanted to hangout that you finally snap out of whatever trance you’re in

You agree, but only if she never tells anyone about what you were doing—she agrees, quicker than you thought she would

You were both awkward while hanging out until she eventually told you to get over it, and that it’s normal

Jason

He’s bursting out into laughter immediately

Full on hunched over laughing, slapping his knee, the whole gist

You’re scowling, closing out Ao3, all while this dude is STILL laughing

You’re not embarrassed anymore that you got caught, but rather annoyed that he’s full on laughing at you

You tell him not to tell anyone and he says “no promises”

He even gives you a look, a look reminding you that he caught you on Ao3 on the family tv in the living room

It’s safe to say he won’t tell anyone, but he will always, and I mean, always remind you of what you’ve done

Stephanie

When she catches you, she’s full on gasping, not out of shock, but out of happiness

She’s hopping over the couch, sitting beside you as she asks about what you’re reading, who it’s about, and much more

You’re pretty much bonding over the fact that she caught you on Ao3, and you’re not ashamed

When you ask her not to tell anyone, she’s pretty much holding pinkies with you, and it’s safe to say the two of you have a secret that you both gladly divulge in

Tim

He’s pretty shocked, he gasps out loud, dropping whatever he has in his hands, and ultimately scares you in the process

He’s pointing at you, and the tv, and going on a full rant about how awkward it is for him to catch you reading on Ao3, he even reveals he already caught Stephanie on there, making you chuckle

You’re laughing, but he’s not, he’s just collecting his things while dramatically revealing how traumatized he is by this, groaning loudly, even pretending to slip and drop his things once more for an even more dramatic effect

But then he’ll literally forget two days later and you never have to worry about whether or not he’ll tell anyone

Cassandra

She’s silent, so silent you don’t even hear her sitting beside you until you lean back, catching a glimpse of her in your peripherals

You don’t scream, no you’re just shocked, you hope she doesn’t know what it is, and you hope she doesn’t tell anyone

But you know Cassie, she’d never reveal you like that, so you go as far as giving her the remote and explaining what it all is

She’s just sitting there listening to you, remote in hand as she does nothing, so you take it from her and ask if she’s gonna tell on you

She shakes her head “no” and you’re practically hugging the girl to death

Damian

He’s judging you 100 percent, going on and on about how Bruce would be disappointed in you and your antics

Even when you’re logged off the tv, walking towards your bedroom, he’s still going off on you

Right before dinner you promise to give him your dessert if he shuts his fat mouth, and he somewhat agrees

Once dessert comes out, you don’t even gotta look at him, you’re sliding him your plate, watching him devour it with a mischievous grin

He’s definitely gonna hold that against you for the rest of your life

[drmellking]

buck/eddie | drabble | idk how many words i just wrote this and then here we are.

eddie's been agonizing about telling buck how he feels for weeks, he's been making this speech in his mind and changing it a thousand times. and it's not that he's scared or he's nervous (although he is a bit) bc he knows buck feels the same... he is 90% sure.

okay! fine! maybe 85% sure, whatever.

but! eddie is pretty sure it's mutual. it's just that there's a lot on the line, the risk is so high and everything needs to be perfect.

buck deserves perfect.

so anyway, the point it's been almost a month and he's had so many opportunities but somehow he always chickens out at the last second. the words stay lodged in his throat.

until one night he just blurts it out— they're in the kitchen, because of course they are, their most important moments always seem to happen there nowadays. and buck looks so beautiful, so... out of a dream, straight out of eddie's most secret fantasies. and buck turns around and he smiles at eddie, that lopsided kind of smirk that makes him feel things. what was he supposed to do?

the words come out before he can fully think about what he's doing. one minute they're just best friends, hanging out in the kitchen... and the next, eddie changes them forever.

he says the words and something shifts, something changes and he knows deep down there's not turning back.

they can go from there, right?

but then— buck doesn't react like he thought he would. and listen, in a perfect world buck would feel the same and he would beam at eddie and then he would lean in to kiss him. and yet, eddie would've still accepted buck letting him down gently. it would've hurt, but eddie could've take it.

none of those things happen, though. no.

instead, buck frowns at him and he takes a step back like eddie just physically slapped him in the face.

"what the hell, man?"

and then buck—

buck leaves. he walks away and eddie can only stand there in the middle of his kitchen with a million of questions haunting him and his heart broken to pieces on the floor.

in the thousands of scenarios he pictured in his head of how this would go, it never even crossed his mind that buck would react like this.

he never thought buck would leave him.

and you know what? fuck this, eddie won't let him do this.

-

by the time he arrives to buck's loft, the jeep is already parked and the man is nowhere in sight.

eddie spent the whole way here working himself up, thinking what he'll say to buck and now he's just so—angry.

and hurt, and sad and a lot of other emotions he doesn't want to unpack right now. so, we're going with angry.

when buck opens the door to his apartment, eddie charges in.

"what the fuck, buck? you can't just leave like that! and not when—"

"not when what, eddie?" buck slams the door closed and turns to him, matching his anger.

his blue eyes are dark, red and puffy around the edges like he's been crying, his hair looks disheveled like he's passed his fingers through it a thousand times and his cheeks are flushed a slight red. his jaw is locked and his shoulders are so tense, his posture is stiff...

buck is pissed.

and eddie doesn't get it.

"what the fuck? why are you mad at me?"

"because!" buck yells. "because you were mean and honestly eddie? it was unnecessary and i never thought—"

"you think my feelings for you are unnecessary?

"stop saying you have feelings for me!"

"but i do! what do you want me to say, buck? i do! i'm so in love with you it hurts, i'm so in love with you that it's a little pathetic sometimes." eddie groans, rubbings his hands over his face and then facing buck head on once again.

the blonde now looks more shocked than anything and he's blanking rapidly. "w-what? no, y-you're lying."

"why would i lie?"

"because it's april's fools and if you're playing some kind of cruel prank on me, i swear to god, eddie—"

horror dawns on him and eddie hates himself a little for not realizing it.

"buck—" he sighs.

"it's come too far, okay, man? ha ha i get it, now just—"

"i'm not pranking you!" eddie cuts him off, stepping closer and closer until their noses almost touch and their breath mix in the small space between them. "i'm not pranking you, okay? this is real. i'm sorry my timing made you think i was pranking you, but i'm not." eddie cups buck's cheek, his thumb ghosting softly over his birthmark above his eye. "i'm not, buck. please."

"you love me?"

"i do."

and then buck it's kissing him, hard and demanding but it quickly turns soft, and careful. exploring.

eddie makes a soft noise at the back of his throat and returns the kiss.

finally.