#and if sometimes after patrol they put on a few episodes

[iwanttoshareamorange]

Ok listen all of the batkids love bluey

It starts with Jason who is babysitting Lian one night. She insists that they watch bluey together and Jason cannot say no to her so they watch it. At first he’s like yeah this is pretty good and kinda funny but by the end he has already put her to bed and he’s still watching it when Roy gets back. Roy laughs but says that he likes to watch it too.

It starts becoming an after patrol treat for Jason, especially after a particularly rough night or when his vision starts getting uncomfortably green. He switches on a few eps until he can think clearly again and hum along to opening theme.

So he really thinks nothing of it when he turns it on after a long patrol. He’s so on autopilot that he doesn’t even register that it’s not something he would normally put on around Dick. For his credit, Dick doesn’t really say anything, though he definitely gives Jason a weird look. Jason ignores it. Dick is hooked immediately and leaves the next morning singing the theme on his way out.

Cass becomes a bluey fan similar to dick, although it’s a bit more purposeful. She’s having a bad day, having trouble seeing any good in herself. She goes to Jason’s apartment because she doesn’t want to be alone and she knows he won’t make a big deal of anything. Jason takes on look at his sister and plops her down on the couch with a blanket and an episode of bluey while he goes off to make them both a hot chocolate. Cass goes to bed smiling.

From there Cass infects Steph because she likes to have it on as background noise (Steph loves Dance Mode and Bus). Dick didn’t even mean to get Tim hooked. Tim had broken into his apartment the night before and was sitting at his coffee table with several files and his laptop open. Dick grumbled a good morning before putting an episode of bluey on before going to make both of them breakfast. Tim didn’t realize he had been actively watching until Dick set a plate of toast and eggs in front of him.

Duke accepted it easily. Cass had it on the morning after patrol and he had started just by walking by, then the lean against the back of the sofa, to sitting down, to having his feet kicked up into his sisters lap as they watched together. (They were later joined by Steph and Tom who easily squeezed onto the couch with them)

Damian was the only one to put up any resistance against watching bluey, mostly because he already despises being seen as a kid. He thinks it’s ridiculous that his siblings are taken in so easily by a simple children’s cartoon. Steph sat on him to force him to watch Squash and he now only watches it when his other siblings have it on (and if you saw him in his room after patrol watching it on an iPad under his covers no you didn’t).

[regicidal-defenestration]

ROWAN I wanna start watching Old Who, where should I start

Doctors 1 thru 7 are on tubi but they don't seem to have 8 for some reason :( I could also dig up the TV movie or something, i remember watching at least 1 doctor who movie on vhs at my grandma's but I don't know which one it was

OKAY SO the first rule of watching Classic Who is having fun and being yourself

Further than that:

First Doctor - Start at the start!

Classic move! Put on An Unearthly Child and watch them all in the order that God, or at least the BBC*, intended

(*disregarding the ones, all from the First or Second Doctor's runs, that were purged from the archives as part of due process back then. Some have been reconstructed in a variety of ways, others remain entirely lost)

Pros of starting here: Easy! You get to watch the show develop into what it is today and you don't have to piece together context in ways you might have to to be willing to starting elsewhere

Cons of starting here: The show started very differently to what it is today. The pacing is sometimes slower, sometimes just by the nature of the story, sometimes because they had 2 episodes worth of plot they had to fit into 6 parts

Seventh Doctor - Start at the... end?

The Seventh Doctor, particularly when he's joined by Ace McShane at the end of s24, is arguably the most similar to modern DW. The first Classic Who episodes I ever watched were Dragonfire and The Happiness Patrol after I was given them on DVD as a gift

Pros of starting here: we've got drama we've got a Doctor who's a little bit fucked up with his schemes we've got a teenager willing (for better or for worse) to jump into the fight, it's often familiar to a modern DW watcher and as good a place as any to start. Also has a incredibly high proportion of banger serials, something I realised later down this post when trying to pick a few to recommend

Cons of starting here: plot threads that never develop into what they promise, due to the show getting cancelled in series 25. You may also be left with the reasonable question of "okay so I've watched the end bit of DW, now what?"

Eighth Doctor - Why is my tumblr mutual abnormal about this man

Never got a TV series :(. He has like three televised appearances: a minisode made for the show's 50th anniversary, a cameo in an episode made for the BBC's 100th anniversary, and the TV movie Doctor Who (1996), which was an attempt at bringing the show back after it got cancelled in 1989

Pros of starting here: doesn't directly follow on from any previous stories and since you already know who these guys (the Doctor and the Master) are, you know all the relevant backstories (other than a few new pieces of lore they throw in just for this film, to really piss off a certain kind of diehard DW fan)

Cons of starting here: as much as I love it dearly, and regard it as a masterpiece of cinema, I do acknowledge it would be massively improved by, for example, a coherent plot. There's a reason it took until 2005 for the show to come back properly and it wasn't because everybody at the time loved this film

Addendum - Watching orders are overrated

The order I've been watching Classic Who in has gone 7 -> 5 -> 3, excluding the odd single serials I've watched from 1, 4, and 6. The world can be your oyster if you're willing to sometimes skim some character's wiki page to find out who they're supposed to be. Some ones I recommend(*) and ones I haven't seen but have been reliably recommended by friends(+) are:

First Doctor

The Romans (+)

The Gunfighters (+)

-> DW's first musical serial!

Second Doctor

The Tomb of the Cybermen (+)

Fury from the Deep (+)

The War Games (+)

Third Doctor

Spearhead from Space (*)

Inferno (*)

The Curse of Peladon (*)

-> Really this is because I am just so delighted by Alpha Centauri whenever it appears

The Green Death (*)

Fourth Doctor

The Ark in Space (+)

Horror of Fang Rock (+)

City of Death (*)

-> Co-written by Douglas Adams this one, and is one of those stories that's pretty much as good as everyone says it is

Fifth Doctor

Castrovalva (*)

-> Does follow directly on from the previous serial Logopolis, featuring companions introduced throughout s18, but at the time of writing I still haven't watched Logopolis so you're probably fine? Good serial for fans of fucked up architecture and blonde men in distress

Earthshock (*)

The Caves of Androzani (*)

Sixth Doctor

Vengeance on Varos (+)

Revelation of the Daleks (+)

Seventh Doctor

Remembrance of the Daleks (*)

The Greatest Show in the Galaxy (*)

-> Occupies an interesting place in DW history as it is in pretty much direct response to fans at the time, to the extent they kill off a parody of an obsessive DW fan who may or may not be Chris Chibnall. Mostly I'm recommending it because it has really really good clown costuming

The Curse of Fenric (*)

Survival (*)

-> Lesbian furry serial

[writerleo86]

Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 441 (Do Not Copy)

   One week later, a focused Mercury held the handle of his short black gun with both hands as he stood far from a life-sized mannequin while he was inside the shooting room at the Midas Police Station during one morning.

   Mercury had on a buttoned light-blue shirt with a fine collar and short sleeves. Along with that, he wore a pair of tight dark-blue jeans and short white boots. He also had on a pair of dark-brown gloves. And he wore a pair of white earbuds that were attached to a blue visor which covered his eyes.

   He began shooting every part of the hard mannequin with his gun while his sharp blue eyes stared at his target.

   An hour later, Mercury walked to a row of gray lockers which were at the center of a locker room. Mercury wore only a pair of dark-brown jeans, blue socks, and his white boots.

   The young man opened his locker which was at the far-left side of the row as another person walked into the room.

   "Mercury Fakinos?"

   Mercury quickly faced the person who remained by his right side. It was a young man with fair skin, gray eyes, and short white-blond hair. He also had a thin beard. And his body was quite average. The man wore a black T-shirt, black dress-pants, black socks, and black dress-shoes. He also had on an opened black dress-coat and an opened scarf around his neck that had the colors light-gray and teal. And his policeman's badge was placed on the front left side of his coat.

   A stunned Mercury called out "Detective Thomas?"

   Evan Thomas walked a few steps into the room and gave a soft smile.

   "Have you been assigned as my partner?" asked Mercury.

   "Apparently," Evan replied. "I transferred here a few days ago. I never thought I would be partnering with you of all people."

   After he put on a long-sleeved white shirt, Mercury walked toward the newcomer.

   "You're ready for your first patrol?" asked Evan.

   "I am," answered Mercury.

   Evan placed each of his hands inside a pocket of his pants and he responded "I don't have to go through the first-day jest since you know your way around being a soldier. So, we'll just jump right to the real dirty stuff."

   "Very well," said Mercury.

   Then Evan shook his head and told him "You'll do fine out there. Just remember the training you had at the Academy."

   And a kind Mercury shook his head.

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 441:  A New Position

   Sometime later, Mercury rode on the passenger's seat while his partner Evan had driven a black car into the Glen Railroad Tollway from the Midas City Police Station.

   Mercury began wearing an opened light-brown coat as his golden badge was placed on its front left side. And his short black gun remained in a holster which was at the left side of his thick black belt.

   "Have you spoken with Corporal Sidney since you returned to this planet?" asked Mercury.

   Evan answered "I talk to Mason almost every week. I told him I was going to be in Midas City for a while."

   Mercury shook his head and asked "The both of you had remained close?"

   "Pretty much," Evan revealed. "Once I told Mason that I was going to be stationed here, he told me to go for it. I also talk to Victoria from time-to-time. She doesn't treat me any different. She stays patient with me."

   Mercury thought for a moment, and he informed his partner "I have no idea if you know this information already. But we have discovered another long-lost member of the Sidney family."

   "Cama Veil," responded Evan. "Victoria told me about him. That guy's a piece of work."

   "What do you mean?" questioned Mercury.

   Evan continued to face forward as he reported "I just know that Midas shouldn't trust that guy, not fully at least. He's a little unbalanced. Maybe some shit happened to him in the past. It happened during his time in Pluto. Whatever that was, it made him... It made him non-approachable."

   "I gathered as much," Mercury told him. "Commander Veil is not the most revealing person. Commander Ravenstone and I had our guards around him every time. That, and..."

   "And what?" asked Evan.

   Mercury lowered his head and reported "I was unable to read his mind. The Pluto Commander may have some sort of barrier that guards his mind from those who use Telepathy."

   "That's not uncommon in Pluto," revealed Even. "I heard that many of those people use Tele-blocks to keep enemies out of their heads. It's been that way since before Charles Darkholme was still in command. Who knows. Maybe Darkholme was the one who brought the idea to block all telepaths."

   "Possibly," implied Mercury. "Pluto City has always been a complete mystery to other nations, particularly many at the Pluto Armed Forces. And this has been long before Darkholme first took command."

   At the Midas Academy, someone walked into the Principal's Office as the commander Beau Ravenstone remained sitting at his desk.

   Beau had a black shirt worn underneath an opened brown coat that had long white sleeves. His MAF badge was placed on the front left side of his coat. He also wore a pair of long gray pants and short black boots.

   The person standing before him was a woman that had fair skin, long blond hair, and cold black eyes. She wore a long-sleeved white shirt which was underneath a short-sleeved top of turquoise scrubs. She also wore a pair of white socks. And she had on white shoes.

   "Sorry to call you at this time," Beau told her. "But I thank you for coming, Heather."

   "No problem, Beau," The woman responded. "What can I do for you?"

   Beau lowered his head and explained.

   "This boy, Heather. This Duo Storms... He has been on my mind ever since the day I first met with him. The place I encountered him was at your family's courtyard."

   "At the funeral?" questioned Heather.

   Beau shook his head and responded "While he spoke, I have noticed many traits -- visible traits -- that are known throughout my family. In many ways, the boy reminded me so much of Tai."

   "Is it possible that this is part of your grief?" asked Heather.

   "No, that isn't it," Beau told her. "That boy is a lot like both my sons. He even resembles my Tai. And I discovered later that this boy was adopted after he was born by the Storms couple."

   "The boy was adopted?" repeated Heather.

   "I have a file on Duo Storms and his parents," Beau informed her. "I read that the couple had tried for many years do have a child of their own but were unable. Then I learned that it was due to a condition that was in the mother's family. It would have been a 25-percent chance that anyone in her family would be able to carry a baby."

   "I see," said Heather. "That's probably why they decided to adopt instead."

   "But there was another thing," added Beau. "There were no papers on the adoption."

   "The adoption was not official?" responded Heather.

   And Beau answered "There is no information on the birth of the boy."

   Heather softly shook her head and informed the commander "If you can somehow get something from Duo Storms, I can test it with a sample from you. And we will learn if he is related to you and your family."

   "Something?" repeated Beau.

   Heather listed "A toothbrush, some blood, a comb with locks of his hair, old chewing gum, or anything with his saliva on it."

   Beau thought to himself for a moment. Then he asked "What if I could get something with his nature energy?"

   "Of course," answered Heather. "Someone's ki does contain their DNA."

   "Then I will give it to you," Beau informed her. "My teams have collected a small sum of bodies from the Cyberians. There is a few that were demolished by the boy."

   Heather gave a large smile and replied "Yes, that will work. Just bring the body of that Cyberian to me. And I'll start the process myself.

   Beau shook his head and said "Very well."

[redshamrock56]

There's so much I wanna put down, so excuse the extremely long ramble.

Fairy Tale definitely should've been episodic. The way it ended honestly made me feel like there was a second episode that was on the way.

Have episode two be about the royal family, and Red Baroness's history with them. We know that Red Baroness and her mother probably had a falling out before Baroness left Fairy Tale.

And speaking of The Red Queen...

The Red Queen should've been foreshadowed and fleshed out a bit more. The whole "Inviting her to tea" thing that Rumpelstiltskin was doing was interesting and I would've liked to see that.

But I also would've loved to learn more about the Adventurer's League, as they were just name dropped and never spoken about again.

I made a few rewrites to the League and here they are:

The League has several divisions. (Sky patrol, Island Watchers, Contractors, and Adventurer)

-Sky patrol is a group that makes the skies safer for adventurers. Think of police officers but in the sky.

-Island Watchers are Adventurers that have bought an island and watch over it to make sure that nothing bad happens to the inhabitants.

-Contractors basically are the ones that are responsible for all the paperwork and job hirings.

-Adventurers are just as advertised. They go out and discover islands, but also sometimes will save them.

So in my little rewrite, Amelia goes to the League shortly after Red Baroness is possessed by Rumpelstiltskin and asks for their help.

But the League doesn't want to help Amelia because Red Baroness is a Sky Pirate, and the League has a policy against sky pirating.

This leads Amelia to call up her friends for assistance, since the lipstick gives off magic that's similar to her one of her friends.

And that's pretty much all I have. Any thoughts?

Somebody needs to do a rewrite of some Poptropica Islands because some of them are wasted potential and need to be fix

I was just thinking about how so many Islands could be great if they were written better or a little longer

[iliumheightnights]

Blanket Hog | Jacob Black x Male Reader

Fandom: Twilight Pairing: Jacob Black x Male Reader Summary: M/n just wants some blanket! Please!

~~~

“Still not done?”

M/n asked it to no one but himself as he looked out the window. The sun had gone down a while ago and he could feel the lul of sleep coming to him. Jacob still wasn’t home but that wasn’t a surprise, patrol could go all night really.

With a sigh, he walked off to the bedroom, resigned to another night of boyfriend-less sleep. Once he was in his bedroom he followed his night routine before hopping into bed. He watched a few episodes of his favorite show before drifting off to sleep.

M/n wasn’t sure what time it was when he felt the bed dip. There was soon a weight on him which prompted him to open his eyes. He was greeted to darkness yet could see the outline of someone above him. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

Jake.

He sighed. “Of course you did, dick.”

“Oooo all night out patrolling and that’s how you welcome me home?” He asked and even in the darkness M/n could see his smile on his face. Of course it was infectious enough for M/n to crack a small smirk to himself. Jacob pressed a kiss to M/n’s lips before M/n turned around prepared to go back to sleep.

M/n didn’t see the way Jacob frowned a little bit after he moved. Jacob huffed and rolled over to his side of the bed. M/n was about to fall back asleep when he felt the blanket get tugged off of him. The cold air hit him like a train making his eyes snap open. “What the hell!?” He turned around and saw Jacob snuggled up in the entire blanket.

“Hey!” M/n crawled over and began tugging at the blanket. Jacob’s strength of course kept it in place. “Give me some blanket! It’s freezing!” He tugged again, once more no budge. “You’re a wolf! You don’t even need it!” He could hear Jacob’s giggling underneath him. “I’m going to actually kill you. I just want to sleep!”

Then suddenly and without warning, Jacob tossed the blanket off of him and threw it to the floor. Before M/n could register what was happening and go for it, Jacob had tackled him and held him close. “Then I shall keep you warm and safe, my love! Come lay with me!” He said jokingly.

“Ugh. Jacob!” Then he felt something. “Wait, are you naked!?”

“Well yeah! You thought I was going to put on clothes just to climb into bed? Besides, I know you like me like this.”

“UGH!” But truth be told, M/n stopped struggling and let his body go limp in Jacob’s arms. “Sometimes I really hate you. You know that?”

Jacob only laughed and squeezed M/n. “I really don’t believe that.”

“Mmmm. Warm. Shut up and go to sleep.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

It wasn’t long after that did the two boys fall asleep. Fine, maybe this was one of M/n’s favorite ways to fall asleep. Just don’t tell Jacob.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Hi, I absolutely adore your writing and it’s quite inspiring and making my imagination go WEEWOO!

Could I request something for YJ With Dick? So like a headcanon or one shot (which ever you prefer queen) where the reader is quite reserved, snarky and can get angry real fast. They have feelings for Rob and they are especially snarky to him to hide their feelings, but they eventually start to open up more and during the events of episode 24 (you know, the one at haly’s circus), they open up to him and they confess? And he does the same?

Flower Language

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Blood and injuries and plant death.

Word Count: 3.8k words

A/N: This is kind of my take on the Hanahaki disease, kind of. This was so much fun to write honestly, I didn't realize I like all this floral stuff so much. It also reminded me of another 'True Love's Kiss' trope I wrote for Dick Grayson as well. Also I changed the episode this was based on because I’ve already done something based on the episode with Haly’s circus @hanbedumbaf I really really really hope you enjoy it! Sorry it was so late, I finished it a month back but it was in my queue.

Adrenaline was a common feeling to you. A little too familiar. The life of a superhero puts you in peril more times than you would like but it was the only life you had known. You knew the familiar feeling of sweat forming on your skin and your heart pounding so loudly that you could hear it in every step you took.

However, when you heard the pounding, it was because there was a supervillain, usually hairy, chasing after you and determined to get your head on a stake.

Although, feeling your heart jump to your throat was becoming more familiar whenever you were around a certain someone. Robin annoyed you to no end, whenever he was around you couldn't help your face from growing warm and your lips from tingling to form a permanent smile on your face.

Having a crush was irritating, you couldn't think or even function without thinking of him. It was frankly humiliating, you were always so gung-ho about being bold and to the point and yet whenever you were around Boy Wonder, you couldn't help but bend your personality to something you felt like would appeal to him more.

Sometimes, you couldn't even stand yourself.

And so, as a pathetic act of rebellion, and maybe as a clear-cut sign that you had no idea how to handle emotions or anything similar to it, every time your heart got just a little soft, your tongue got a whole lot sharper. Probably not the best way to win a boy’s heart. But you weren't here for a romance story.

It was also a true sign that you had no idea how to flirt, thinking that borderline insulting witty banter was the way to go. Or perhaps it was a way of controlling your emotions, since being bitter and snarky was the thing that came easiest to you.

You seriously needed better tactics.

It was also your oblivious mistake thinking that Robin only saw what you wanted him to see. He was raised to be a detective, of course he was more observant than that. Papa (or let's be real, Alfred) didn't raise no fool.

You made the mistake of thinking Robin saw you as strong and independent and bold, just as the rest of them did. But he saw much more than that.

Robin was distressed by the number of crying faces around him, the kids were inconsolable which was understandable because of just how many things went wrong in the past couple of hours. To be quite frank, Robin was a couple seconds away from having a fit himself.

"Shh, little one," He heard distantly and his neck practically snapped. You were crouching in front of the few who were crying, with a small nurturing smile. It was the first time he had seen you out of uniform, usually referring to you as Antheia, named after the goddess of flowers, but this wasn't she.

"I know you're scared, my flowers, but I promise, we will find your parents." You soothed, gently wiping away their tears. They still looked up at you apprehensively and with uncertainty.

"I'll show you a magic trick." You began, grinning as the kids began to smile back at you. You pulled a seed out of your pocket and held it between closed hands, using a bit of your powers and felt it grow in your palms. When you revealed what you were holding, they collectively gasped.

A bud of a flower now rested in your hand. You smiled at their innocent eyes and held it to them, "Now I'm going to need your help for the next part. Everyone has to blow on the flower."

They nodded eagerly, crawling around you and on the count of three, everyone followed your instructions. And low and behold, the bud bloomed into a beautiful blossom right between your fingers.

One of the girls clamoured into your lap to hold the flower herself and you chuckled, wrapping your arms tightly around her, "You know what this flower means?"

They shook their heads, "It means faith, and hope. If you have faith and hope in us, then you'll get something beautiful in return."

For once, they look contemplatively and you chuckled, feeling pride at the fact that you managed to sow some wisdom in their minds. The girl that had been sitting in your lap turned in your grasp, with the flower in her hand and then reached up to tuck it behind your ear.

"For me?" She nodded happily and you smiled widely, kissing her cheek, "Thank you, petal."

Satisfied that you were able to calm them down, you gently placed the girl back on the floor before moving away from the group. Just as you were about to join the others, you ran into Robin. You didn't know he had just seen the whole thing.

Pulling the flower from behind your ear, you handed it to him, "You know in some cultures, this flower means to pick up the slack and stop looking like a confused chicken." You snapped.

Business as usual.

Robin looked back to the flower you had slipped into his hands, you had said it meant faith and hope, and you had given it to him. He looked back up to see you shuffling away from him quickly, a blush on your face. He smiled.

You were more nurturing and kinder than you let on, it was like it was programmed into your personality and yet you never showed it when you knew they were watching. That wasn't the only part of yourself that you were hesitant to show them.

And the more Robin observed you, the more he realized that you used flower language to depict a lot of your emotions. It was a silent way of letting them out, without having to tell other people what's really in your heart.

You thought you were sly about it, but nothing went under Robin's radar.

Everyone was watching a movie on the flat screen in the rec room. You hadn't realized you were so tired, the movie was boring, something that M'Gann had picked and you hadn't slept the night before, busy patrolling your city.

Your eyelids began to droop before you could even understand what was going on, your head lolling as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

Robin hadn't realized that he was napping through the movie until he felt a weight on his shoulder. He nearly jumped awake and glanced to his side to see you sound asleep, breathing gently. He nearly chuckled, was this what you looked like when you weren't scowling at everybody?

His heart skipped a beat, god, were you beautiful. The smell of flowers vaguely hit his nose and he noticed the red gardenia plant growing steadily in the corner of the room.

'Red Gardenias means a secret love,' Robin recalled from a book he had read, 'It's a secret way for someone to say I love you.'

He glanced back at you still sleeping peacefully, face completely relaxed and briefly wondered if your powers were taking the lead on your emotions and making gardenias grow around the cave. Or were you dreaming about something?

Something in his heart grew, here you were sleeping against his shoulder, making symbols of a secret love grow around the room. This had to be a sign of something, right?

Before he could contemplate it any further, you squirmed and then began to stir. Your eyes fluttered open, hazily taking in your surroundings before they landed on the boy beside you and widened in size, skin darkening with a blush.

"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" You snapped and turned on your heel to stomp out of the room without even waiting for a response from him. The others who noticed the way he was just staring at the place you were in surprise. You always do such a 180 when you're around him and conscious.

"Wow, sunshine's crabby in the morning." Wally commented from beside him. When he didn't get any response, he looked over to see Robin with a silly smile on his face.

Dick couldn't stop himself from grinning. The gardenias were still blooming.

***

"Antheia, do you think you will be able to stop the plants from growing any further?" Batman turned to face you, only to find you staring at him with a hazy, blank expression.

"Antheia?" Robin called but you didn't even flinch, your eyes were locked onto the holo-computer, seeing the thick vines that were twisting and turning. Their call was overwhelming, you could feel them grow even beneath your feet. It was like a siren was blearing through your head.

You couldn't tell what they were trying to say, it was like they were muffled. It was confused and lost, following Ivy and it was happy listening to her. And yet, it was feeling pain, the Justice League was busy pruning her as we speak. It was scared, crying out for someone to help them and you felt obligated to help. Your mind was getting heavy, throbbing with an oncoming migraine.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open and focused onto the boy in front of you. Everyone was staring at you in concern and you blinked, suddenly not able to remember what the hell was going on. You were just trying to focus on something other than the screams and cries of the plant.

"......What?" You asked a little dumbly, noticing the concern on Robin's face. The plants were still crying. You couldn't get the painful sound of their screams out of your mind. You felt like curling up into a ball and crying.

"Batman asked if you would be able to stop the plants?"

"Oh, um, no." You answered in a distracted way that made his face pinch with worry. His hands were still grasping your shoulders tightly, keeping his face in close proximity to yours. You didn't even realize, too out of it to even notice.

Robin on the other hand felt his cheeks get uncomfortably hot the more you stared at him with those innocent, beautiful eyes of yours. If Batman hadn't been breathing down his neck, he was sure he would've kissed you in the moment.

Unfortunately for him, his dad always knew how to ruin the moment. And he would continue to for the rest of his life. Until death do them part. Even after the two of you grow up and live together, the Batman would find some way to interrupt your fun.

"Robin?"

"Huh?"

"The mission."

Oh. Right.

***

"Robin!" You screamed when one of Ivy's plants wrapped around his neck and slammed him against the trees. They didn't let up curling tighter around his throat. Fear struck you as he began choking from breath and you knew you had to do something.

Suddenly murderous intent took over you and you glared at Ivy who returned it with a smug smirk of her own. Oh, how you'd rip that smirk off her face.

"Okay Ivy, you wanna play? Let's play." You ground out, slamming your hands against the vine around Robin's neck and it began disintegrating beneath your fingers. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath and you tuned out the sound of the plant crying as it died beside him.

Ivy heard it just as loudly as you had, she screamed and more plants lunged towards the both of you.

"Go help the others! I'm about to snap this twig." You spat at Robin, using your powers to kill the roots as it reached you. It was working slowly, your powers weak to the pain of the plants around you. Even as every cell of your body told you not to, you clenched your fingers into fists and watched as the creeper feel to the marsh, dead.

You engaged in battle with Ivy. Plants were screaming for mercy all around you but you couldn't stop for even a second. Life around you was trembling but you had to keep fighting the villain in front of you because if you hesitated for even a second, many more would die.

Thorns scratched your skin, drawing blood and curled around Ivy, sinking barbs into her skin.

"Face it girlie! You're never going to overpower me!"

"Oh, I'm not trying to overpower you, just distract you long enough for Robin to get rid of the control system." You replied, just as smug as she had been at the start of the fight. Now you got to see her face melt into one of panic just as Robin jumped over her head and to your side with a grin identical to yours.

"Cover your ears!" He sang, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and ducking, covering your body with his own. You were grateful for it; you weren't sure you could even keep your body upright at the moment.

Then you heard the explosion and your heart stopped. Every single fibre of your body burned red hot fire as you heard screams and cries around you. Bile was crawling up your throat and your breathing got thin. They were sobbing a heart-broken wail and your eyes misted at the mere sound.

Without realizing it, you were gripping onto Robin's hand, brows furrowed together. The sound of the explosion cleared, the Injustice League was captured and he pulled you up to stand with the others.

It was silent for a moment. You had won.

And then the consequences of your actions hit you.

Everyone's necks snapped towards you when you let out a heart-wrenching sob. Robin, who was standing right next to you caught you just in time before your body hit the ground. Pain exploded in your chest as you began wailing against him.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! What's wrong?!" He panicked but you didn't respond, crying into his chest as you gripped his cape in an iron fist. Everything hurt and all you could feel was sorrow and guilt.

The other heroes crowded around you but your eyes were screwed shut, tears making your eyes sting. Robin held onto you tightly, pulling your body against his as you continued to cry.

"What's happening?" Artemis murmured, looking around to see the environment change before her eyes. Everyone else followed her lead to see how leaves began rotting, then the trees. The smell was pungent. Thorns and weeds were crawling up the dying trees, pulling them into the swamp.

"(Y/N) please, what's wrong?" Robin whispered in your ear but you couldn't hear him. The sounds of plants screaming and wailing was echoing through your mind. How they begged you to save them. How they begged you to stop.

And then it got hard to breathe, your chest constricted and you were wheezing. Robin had to watch in horror when petals and blood poured from your mouth. You were choking, throwing up and sobbing in his arms, and he was unable to do anything to help you.

"Flash get her to the Batcave." Batman said gruffly, he was shocked and worried for you but didn't say anything, not wanting to scare his son more, "Sending you the coordinates now."

"Alfred prepare the med-bay."

Dick watched with a sinking heart as he handed you into Flash's arms. It took him a few seconds for his mind to stop whirring, he was still kneeling in the swampy marsh when the team huddled around him.

"It's gonna be okay." Wally murmured, wrapping an arm around his shaking body.

"We just have to hope for the best."

***

When the others had gotten back to the Cave, you had just been moved there, after being looked over by Alfred. He joined you in the med-bay, wanting to keep an eye on you. But as of yet, you still had to wake up.

Dick wasn't supposed to be listening to the adult’s conversation, but he couldn't help himself, he had to know if you were going to be okay.

"The situation is undeterminable, sir. But as of now, the flowers that are clogging her respiratory system keep growing. If we don't find a cure for this, it's inevitable that she will suffocate and pass."

His heart stopped. Die? You couldn't die, not when he still had so many things to tell you. For so long, he hadn't told you of his feelings, wanting to keep the relationship between the two of you professional. But now more than anything, he wished he had said something.

There were so many things he didn't get to do with you yet. You had yet to give him a bouquet on your first date. He wanted to lay in bed with you, smelling fresh flowers as you told him what different plants symbolized. He had yet to see moments where you can't control your powers and make plants grow around the cave.

He hadn't even given you a flower yet.

"Rob listen, I did some research on this 'disease'." Wally said, falling into step with him, "It's called the Hanahaki disease."

"That's fiction Wal—"

"But that's the best we've got right now." Came his curt reply and Dick's heart clenched.

"Hanahaki disease is a fictional sickness that only occurs when someone is suffering from unrequited love. The victim will cough up flower petals that symbolize their love. This disease is only cured when the victim's feelings are romantically returned." Wally read off his phone before turning to Dick with a smile.

He raised a brow, "What?"

"You have to kiss (Y/N)!"

"What!?"

"Yep! You have to return her unrequired love!"

"Wally that's ridiculous, kissing someone doesn't cute anything."

"Well, it's the only thing we have. And for (Y/N), we need to try anything." He said, pushing him towards the med-bay. His voice was tight and tense, like he was holding onto his as his last hope and Dick prayed that it would work when the door of your room came into his sight.

You were asleep and if he hadn't known any better, he would've thought you were healthy. Wally closed the door behind him, leaving Dick alone with you. The only sound in was the beeping from your heart monitor and your light wheezing. It was getting harder to breathe.

Dick inched his way closer to you, watching as your eyelashes fluttered gently in your sleep. Leaning over the bed you were lying in; he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before moving his head in line with yours.

"God, please let this work." He whispered and your bottom lip was caught between his. It was feather-light but yet, electricity was buzzing through his veins and fireworks went off in his mind.

For a minute, nothing happened and his heart clenched in his chest before he kissed you a little harder. This had to work because they didn't have any other lead. Dick felt you exhale feebly against him and he almost gave up hope.

But then you took a deep breath, stealing the breath from his lungs and he pulled away quickly to see your eyelids fluttering open. The colour was returning to your cheeks and your eyes were sparkling up at him. You smiled gently and he blinked away tears of relief. Thank goodness.

'His eyes are blue' You thought, staring deeply into them. They were beautiful, alluring. You didn't know why but just looking into his eyes was addicting. Was this what it felt like to be so deep in love? That even his eyes were enough to captivate you?

"I'm so glad you're awake." He muttered, cupping your cheeks firmly and planting another kiss on your lips. You giggled lightly, heart overjoyed to find the boy you had been in love with for so long had returned your feelings and you responded to the kiss eagerly, placing your palms over his hands and leaning into him.

With your regaining strength, you felt a flower materialize in your hands. The stem between your fingers brought you comfort just as the scent of the flower brought you back life.

When Dick pulled away, you delicately slipped it into his hands and he turned his attention to it, blue eyes softening when he recognized this particular flower in his hands.

"It's an Aster." You whispered quietly, lips brushing against his and he chuckled. It was the only flower you thought of when he came to your mind, "Get it?"

Dick turned his eyes away from the blossom and looked at you again. Your heart jumped, noticing just how much love he held in them. Eyes you could swim in, overflowing with love for you. Suddenly you were overwhelmed, feeling adoration and attraction. You needed to be closer to him, even though he was pressed against you.

Your fingers curled into his collar and pulled him closer to you, slanting your lips over his in an open-mouthed kiss. Dick gasped against your lips, startled for no longer than a second before sinking against you and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Your lips moved gently against his, the blushing flower trapped between both your bodies. The smell of fresh flowers clouded Dick's mind with everything that was you. Your hair, your smile, your lips. If you kept kissing him like that, he was certain he'd forget his own name.

And then you pulled away and Dick noted that you were as beautiful as a fresh flower. Your skin was glowing with life and your tired eyes were twinkling. You smiled sleepily at him, eyes closing shut and he lowered you back to the bed. Immediately, you slipped back into slumber, exhausted from the day's events.

He watched for a couple seconds, making sure you were able to breathe without any problems before realizing he should tell the others that you were okay.

He slipped out of the room quietly, stealing a final glance of you sleeping peacefully in the bed and a huge smile grew on his face, "She's awake."

It was only then he noticed just how colourful the room had gotten in the few minutes he was with you.

The walls were covered with vines and roses of different colours, camelias and carnations of different shades. It littered the room, not leaving a single inch of the wall untouched and scattered petals all over the floor like confetti.

Different creepers hung from the ceiling, dusting all the superheroes with sparkling pollen and colourful petals. Not to mention there were stems crawling up the Justice League members, flowers hugging their ankles lovingly.

Batman looked a lot less intimidating with petals in his cape and a rose stuck behind his ear. Robin blushed at the sight of everyone giving him knowing smiles.

"We noticed."

Aster: This flower became a symbol of love when in Greek mythology it was placed on the altars for the gods. So now, when you send a bouquet featuring this vibrant bloom, the message of "Take Care Of Yourself For Me" is implied. It conveys deep emotional love and affection for someone.

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Endversetober Prompt, Day 11 - Medicine

Cas hunts for mushrooms in the woods around Camp Chitaqua, and gives Dean something he sorely needs.

CW for magic mushrooms

I felt like I needed to write something sweeter after that last episode...

Cas hunts for mushrooms in the woods around Camp Chitaqua whenever conditions are right, and he can slip away unnoticed by their fearless leader. Dean wouldn't like it if he knew Cas was out there alone, beyond the perimeter. Cas figures that what Dean doesn't know won't hurt him, and honestly, Cas is starting to wonder whether Dean would even notice if he was gone.

Cas loves the forest. He loves the quiet concentration of looking for mushrooms. He loves being alone. If he's lucky and the season is right, he can usually find clusters of golden chanterelles, a few honeycombed morels, the odd brown-capped field mushroom, a parasol or two, tall and broad, and if he's lucky, a wild porcini. A meal of forest mushrooms makes Cas feel like even here, in the darkest timeline, there's still bounty in the earth, still something pure and free just waiting to be gathered.

He tried to tell Dean about the mushrooms once, and mother trees. The way mushrooms are the fruiting body of something so much larger, so old and deep. The way they carry messages between the trees on their subterranean networks. The way the trees look out for each other. Dean just looked at him like Cas had completely lost his mind.

Maybe he has.

Most of the mushrooms he gathers are just good eating, but sometimes Cas finds a few precious brown-nippled liberty caps rising out of the grass at the edges of the wood on their tall thin stalks, and those mushrooms are medicine. Cas takes them home, dries them, grinds them into a fine powder and makes them into a tea. A tea he's now offering to Dean, who's just back from a raid, covered in blood and filth, three of their number lost after another day of endless horror, pain and killing. His eyes are dull and flat, and his hands are shaking. He doesn't speak.

It's quiet now in the camp. The guards are on patrol and everyone else is trying to catch a few fitful hours of broken rest if the bone deep fear suffusing literally everything will let them. It's late, and if Dean's here, it's because he can't rest. Dean spends most of his time roostering about full of authority and purpose, acting like nothing touches him. He only comes to Cas now when the need to be seen overwhelms the need to be impervious. The Dean sitting silent at Cas's table is not.

"Drink this, Dean, it'll help," he says, "are you hurt?"

Dean takes it and grunts, holds out a bloodied arm, his jacket and shirt torn down to the skin. Cas carefully strips it off him and cleans the wound while Dean sips his bitter tea. It's superficial. Dean's had much worse. Cas binds it and sits at the corner of the table, puts a hand on Dean's forearm, takes a sip from his own cup.

"Drink it slow, Dean. Take your time," he warns. Dean looks up, wordlessly assents. Grimacing as he swallows it down, and closes his eyes, his face slack, exhaustion written in all its creases. They sit there for awhile, listening to the night sounds. You could almost imagine it's peaceful.

After awhile, the night starts to sound amplified and vivid somehow. Rhythmic and primeaval. Dean opens his eyes, leans towards Cas over the table, and peers into his face. Slowly, he lifts his hand and traces his fingers over the lines at the corners of Cas's eye. Cas smiles, and they deepen. Dean's lips part, his expression rapt.

"Cas," he says, "your eyes are so blue."

Cas laughs. It feels good.

"Dean," he replies, good-humored, "yours are so green."

They both laugh. It feels like levitating. Cas loves the way Dean's face crinkles and is transfixed by the texture of his warm, freckled skin. Loves his eyelashes, all the colours on his face. Thinks lines from a poem he read once: 'glory be to God for dappled things...whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)' He reaches across the table to trace Dean's lush pink lip with his thumb.

Dean looks dazed, poleaxed.

"Cas, Cas," he says, hushed and reverent, his eyes glittering and wet. He runs a hand through Cas's dark hair, watches Cas lean into his touch, wraps his hand around the back of Cas's neck, and pulls him closer, trailing his mouth along Cas's cheek to the soft skin behind Cas's ear, his other hand coming up to cup Cas's jaw, his thumb sweeping Cas's cheek. Dean's hands are rough, but he can be so gentle.

Cas takes Dean's head in his hands, feels the soft bristle of Dean's short hair under his fingertips, draws him in and kisses him long and deep. Dean tastes like nothing else, smells like nothing else. Tastes and smells like the best thing on earth. Cas could kiss him forever, lost in the warm slide of it, lost in the soft, wet sound of Dean's mouth on his, to the humming vibration when Dean makes the little sounds he makes when he can't help himself.

When they go to bed it's slow and warm. It feels indescribably right just to be close, skin sliding over skin, to be one creature for a time, moving in harmony, to lose themselves in it. Cas falls asleep on Dean's shoulder, feeling the forest thrumming around them, the buzzing life of the underground network, the branches of the trees brushing against each other, the rustle of small animals, the birds shifting in their nests. He feels the dark blue night above them, the stars he'd once known so intimately, remembers how they roar. Feels the infinite sweep of space, and feels how small they are, how fleeting, how miraculous.

In the morning, Dean's gone. Cas hears his voice a ways off, shouting orders. Another day in Camp Chitaqua.

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Endversetober 2022 (2742 words) by unreconstructedfangirl, wellofdean Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Endverse Dean Winchester, Endverse Castiel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Endversetober | Endverse Inktober (Supernatural), cocks vs hands, Feelings, References to Croatoan/Endverse (Supernatural), suggested misuse of a gun, angst and sadness, magic mushrooms, Origin story for Endverse!Cas, Cas is a medicine man Summary: Short fics and drabbles in response to Endversetober prompts.

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"Tell Me”

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: No.

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Jay overhears a guy flirting with you in Molly’s after you break up and fights for you.

• Words: 3107.

• A/N : So I’m not 100% happy with this one but as promised the other side of my previous post. Sorry for all the jealous Jay! I also feel I’ve used Molly’s and drinking quite often in my writing but I got inspo from a spoiler for an upcoming Chicago Fire episode where they were in Mollys but I promise I’ll change it up.. Hope you enjoy!

Including Stella Kidd from Chicago Fire 

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Sometimes a night in Molly’s was what got you through the day but tonight you weren’t feeling it, it played on your mind how much you didn’t want to go but you had promised Stella you’d keep her company whilst Hermann restocked the bar. You flicked through your wardrobe and found a classic jeans and top combination, something that said you had made an effort when really it was the first thing that came to mind. 

The relieved look on her face when you stepped in cheered you up, seeing the drink already waiting for you on the bar also helped.

“Finally?!” She exclaimed when you took your seat in front of her “I’ve been talking to the spirit bottles for the past hour” you rolled your eyes in response and took the drink 

“Do I even want to ask what’s in this?” examining the colour of the brown/green drink - not your usual order. Stella glares back at you and raises her brow “You sure you wanna know what’s in my new Whiskey cocktail?”

You take a sip from the sour drink and can’t hold back the grimace on your face “On second thought, don’t tell me” you put your drink back on the bar and circle the top of the glass with your finger

“Oh come on, Severide’s gone all quiet on me too. Not you as well” she leans across the bar to get your attention and you shrug your shoulders “Still hurting?” she questions as you try and keep yourself composed.

You and Jay had decided to call it quits a few months ago after nearly 2 years of dating, he’d told Severide and some of the fire lot that you ‘walked away’ due to the pressure of his job. The truth was he tried to keep his work and home life so seperate that he would spend extra hours at the office to ensure he didn’t bring it home, even though the good intention was there this then resulted in him getting home later and later and the two of you barely spending any time together.

You weren’t even close to getting over Jay, if anything not seeing him had made you want and miss him more, having endless arguments with yourself about just turning up at his apartment and apologizing even though you know theres nothing to apologise for. You just miss him.

“One rule” you held your hand up to her “We don’t talk about him” Stella raised her glass to meet yours in a cheers “Don’t have to tell me twice” she smirked 

You could feel your heart skipping a beat whenever the door opened, being split whether to check and see if it was Jay or to ignore it so if it was him you wouldn’t notice straight away, you had seen him quite a few times in the bar since the split but you just were not in the mood tonight.

The door opens and you keep your eyes on the bar, almost in a trance as Stella nudges your arm “Erm, he’s hot” she scans over to the door and you follow her gaze, you recognized the new patrol officer from the 21st district enter the bar, she wasn’t wrong.. he was very good looking but you still weren’t even thinking about moving on quite yet

“Not feeling it?” Stella brings you back to reality, you take a sip from your drink and purse your lips in response “How could you tell?” 

“Because his name doesn’t begin with a J and end in Halstead” You narrow your eyes at her and your jaw hangs open “So the don’t talk about him rule lasted all of 2 minutes then” 

Just as she opens her mouth to respond she’s interrupted by a pat on your shoulder, you instantly feel sick as you automatically assume its Jay but to your surprise its Officer Clarkson - the new patrol member.

 “Sorry I don’t mean to interrupt but none of my colleagues are here yet and I thought I remember seeing you in the district the other day?” he questions and you can’t help but feel the smug look on Stella’s face as she stands behind you 

“Yeah that was me, I was meeting some friends for lunch” you mimic his friendly tone and admire the way he stands in front of you, "You’re more than welcome to sit with her while you wait” Stella buts in and you whip round to glare at her 

“As long as you don’t mind?” how can you say no to him? You weren’t in the best of moods and honestly planned on staying for one drink to please Stella and then head home.

Thinking he won’t be long as he waits for his colleagues you pull the bar stool out next to you and gesture for him to sit down “I’ll take a beer and whatever.. oh wait I’m sorry I didn’t even get your name” he holds his hand out for you to shake and you chuckle at his professional manner “Y/N” you take his hand “As in Jay Halstead’s ex girlfriend, Y/N?” he tilts his head as he questions 

“The one and only” Stella hands the officer his beer and also places your drink on the bar “That would be me” you awkwardly acknowledge “I hear your name mentioned in Intelligence all the time, he doesn’t stop talking about you” you almost choke on your drink and feel the heat rise to your cheeks “Sorry, forget I said anything” he trails off “I’m Peter Clarkson, the new Patrol Officer. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name” 

The two of you engage in conversation about the district and he grills you on how to get on Trudy’s good side, you reel off as many things as you can think and you’ve got to give it to him, he was great company and it’d been a long time since you had clicked with someone so quickly. Matter of fact you were so invested in your conversation that you didn’t even notice Jay walk and head to the end of the bar.

“Hey Halstead!” Stella greets him, beer at the ready. He nods in response and tips the bottle towards the pair of you, even though you had your back to him he could tell it was you a mile off. “Who’s the doucheface?” his eyes burning at the officer, tight grip on his beer bottle.

“That’s one of your new Patrol Officers, neither of them have stopped to order a drink for the past half an hour. Talk about bad customers” Stella leans up against the bar to mirror Jay’s actions of watching the pair of you, he stifles a laugh and awkwardly coughs. “A Patrol Officer huh?” she turns to face him to be greeted by a shockingly smiling face “Bit of a downgrade for her” 

Even though you had spoken to Stella about ‘Jealous Jay’ many a time she had never seen him act like this, past the point of jealous within 2 minutes of walking through the door. 

“Might be what she wants now, you know you lost your right to be jealous when you broke up” she continues to wash up glasses as she stands with Jay, as someone who always knew what to say she wasn’t sure how to respond to his childish behavior. 

“Nope, that’s never gonna happen” he confidentially protests and picks up his beer “I know what she wants” he taps the surface as he begins to walk towards an empty table in the bar “and it’s not him” he mutters to himself.

You had been talking with the officer for quite a while and Stella was right, you had barely stopped to take a break from the chatting to notice your surroundings. Stella watched Jay intently as if to be your eyes while you had your back to him, he hadn’t even touched his beer but instead just fidgeted with the bottle and pierced his eyes into your back.

If looks could kill, this lovely Officer would be gone.. “and that’s when I sa-” you stopped your sentence as Peter shot his eyes to over your shoulder and before you could even move you knew who it would be and could predict the fake grin he would have plastered on 

“Hi, I’m so sorry to interrupt” you hear that all too familiar voice echo from behind you, the voice that used to bring you so much comfort but now being filled with spite and harshness. You turn to face Stella behind the bar, crossing your arms and leaning them on the surface in front of you, in an attempt to take yourself out of the situation. 

“I saw you on duty the other day and wanted to introduce myself, I’m Detective Halstead”  you cup your mouth with your hand to try and cover your laugh but the way heads turned to look at you told you it didn’t work 

“Yes, Hi I’m Peter Clarkson. The new Patrol Officer partnered with Officer Willow”  you feel sorry for the poor Officer who’s unaware of what he’s dropped himself into by just having a friendly conversation with you.

 “Ah yes, Patrol Officer” you feel Jay laugh as he steps to stand in between the pair of you “I remember being one of those so many years ago I can’t even begin to think, only did it for a few weeks as they realized I was better placed in Intelligence” You stayed facing the bar but watched Stella’s facial expressions react to how Jay was behaving, you couldn’t sit here any longer.

You stood and threw back the remaining liquid in your glass and placed it down with more force than intended “I’m gonna go use the bathroom” the blatant lie being the first thing that came to the top of your head but still good enough to be able to leave “You want another one for when you come back? Stella asks and you nod “Stronger this time though”.

Jay watches as you head out of Molly’s, in the complete opposite direction of the bathrooms. You couldn’t even be bothered to follow through with your excuse and just wanted to get some fresh air.

He placed his beer down and turned to follow you “Jay, just leave her to have some space” Peter bravely spoke, Stella was suddenly glued in her spot, bracing at the hell the innocent Officer had just unleashed.

 “First of all, it’s Detective” Jay stood his ground, shaking off the mans feeble attempt to stop him in his tracks “Second of all, don’t act like you know my girl when you’ve spoken to her for an hour. Let alone tell me what to do” his condescending tone forcing the man opposite him back into his chair and returning to follow you out the door.

“The bathroom is actually on the other side of the building, you need a hand with directions?” your heart drops as the silence you were enjoying is broken and Jay stands next to you “Oh, so you’re done interrogating Clarkson?” you bite back, pushing back your true feelings given you’re not in the mood to entertain his behavior 

“Ah yes Clarkson that was it, didn’t actually get his name” he exhales in laughter and you roll your eyes at the ground “Don’t roll your eyes at me” 

Despite trying to be mad he never fails to make you smile of how well he knows you, even after spending this time apart he still knows you and how you act like the back of his hand. “Maybe you would’ve got his name if you weren’t acting like a dick” you whisper under your breath but knowing he heard by the laugh as his reply “Don’t know what you’re talking about” you still ignore his gaze as he moves to step in front of you, his presence towering over you.

“Why are you doing this?” Jays face is shocked at your unexpected change in demeaner “Doing what?” he innocently shakes his head “Don’t give me that. We split up months ago and you still act like I’m not allowed to talk to another guy? Do you want me to move on or what? I was getting on perfectly well with him and you came along and ruined it” you can feel your head wanting to churn out all of your thoughts and feelings with this heat that’s rising in you, knowing you don’t want to move on but not giving him the satisfaction of admitting it

“You don’t mean that..” Jay protests “Don’t I? Someone who truly made the effort with me and actually spoke to me and made me feel like they were really listening instead of someone who was supposed to be my boyfriend making me feel like I’m non existent and who I still love despite always being second best to everything and constantly trying to get over but failing because all I can think about him” you don’t realize your words until they’re practically bouncing off Jay’s silent form.

 “I’m not talking about this now because it will be me that gets hurt again while you carry on with your perfect happy little life and I’ll be the one who gets left behind to pick up the broken pieces like before” your feet find the courage to spin from their position but not getting very far as you feel Jay grasp at your arm to stop you

“Y/N, you don’t get to walk away from this again” he blurts out and you can see his regret on how he phrased his comeback “I didn’t walk away from anything Jay, I was fed up of how I was being treated and did something about it, it’s not my fault you didn’t fight for us” you observe his face for a clue of what he’s thinking but his furrowed brows and his chest puffing you can already tell he’s riled up, something you always find secretly attractive but you try and ignore the thoughts creeping to the front of your mind 

“You don’t think I didn’t want to fight for us? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me but I knew I was being a shit boyfriend and you deserved better but the sight of seeing you act like that with someone else when it should be me?” he scoffs.

“The way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re shy, how you bite the inside of your lip when you’re being complimented and you don’t know how to react and the endless list I could give you of all these things because I know you better than anyone and I know you want this to work” you can barely take in his words as it feels like it’s something you’ve always wanted to hear. Him taking accountability for his actions and somewhat admitting he was in the wrong for how he treated you.

“Just tell me Y/N, tell me you don’t want me and I’ll go” the space between the pair of you has now dramatically decreased, as you look up at him and feel him looking down on you “Tell me you don’t miss me” 

“Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now and remind you of what we had” he closes any form of gap to bring his hand to the side of your face and run his thumb along your cheek “Tell me you never stopped loving me the same way I never stopped loving you” all you can do is shake your head 

“Tell me I’m not the best looking one out of me and him” he smiles and you break into laughter “You were doing so well, why did you ruin it?” you drop your head as you smile but he brings it back up to face him and reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear “Tell me I’m not the only one who makes you feel like this? Bet you can’t” his cockiness returns to break the seriousness tension and helps you to feel a bit more at ease 

“What if I said there’s probably others who can make me feel like this?” you tease, knowing exactly how to get a reaction out of him and proving yourself right when he takes his bottom lip inbetween his teeth as he rests his hands on your hips .

“I’d tell you to shut your pretty little mouth” as much as you wish you had a clever reply, you could never match his quick one liners. You wriggle out of his grip and turn to head for the door, already knowing you won’t get very far as Jay steps to yet again be in front of you and stopping you in your path

“Nu-uh, I lost you once before. I’m not letting it happen again” he brings his lips down onto yours and you feel yourself melt in satisfaction, your hands naturally find their way to lightly scratch the base of his neck as he pulls you into him by your waist. You pull back and he leans in again, confused by why you broke the kiss “You never lost me” you reassure and the grin on his face brings it all back, you finally feel happiness and comfort again. 

Jay reattaches his lips onto yours with the hunger and passion you had so desperately missed, the pair of you far to wrapped up in each other to realise you were still outside Molly’s when a cab pulls up beside you.

Jay keeps his arm protectively wrapped round you and stares at the cab driver “I’m here for Peter Clarkson?” he calls out from the vehicle and you cringe inside as the arm round you tightens at the mention of the name “Definitely not me, he’s probably inside handing out parking tickets” you nudge Jays shoulder as he proudly laughs at himself “I’ll go get him for you” you offer and pull Jay with you.

He slings his arm round your shoulder as you head for the bar “Be sure to tell him you won’t be available for chats in bars anytime soon. We have alot of making up for lost time to do” he burys his nose into your hair and presses a kiss to the side of your head. “We sure do” 

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[saraastyles]

"Uhm hi"

Summary | You and Peter have a crush on each other. When he comes over on a late night your relationship might progress into something more than friendship.

Pairing | Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings | swearing, maybe a little bit of smut

WC | 2.4K

It was no secret that you had a fat ass crush on a certain spidey boy. It wasn't like you tried to hide it or anything, you just hadn't made that big of a deal out of it.

Peter being the oblivious bean that he is, obviously didn't notice your attempts at flirting with him. He just thought that your actions towards him, were purely that of friendship. He noticed you were always worried about him, but then again, you were worried about all your friends.

However, what you didn't know was that Peter also had a not so little crush on you.

Everyone could see it. From the way he hugs you like it's the last time he'll be able to touch you, to the way his gaze would linger on you just a tad longer than a 'normal' friend's would've.

In conclusion you are two very oblivious idiots who are very madly in love with each other.

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"Maybe I should do something productive for once.", you thought to yourself. It wasn't a bad idea, seeing as you had quite a bit of homework that you needed to catch up on. "I'll just finish this one episode of friends and then I'll get started.", you say that every single day and never, and I repeat never, have you actually done that. "No, fuck it, I need to get up right this second and do it!" you said to yourself as you sat up, determined to get some shit done. First you walked over to the fridge. "You can't do work on an empty stomach." You made some food and walked to your room. You've always liked the big windows and of course the amazing view your room held. New York really is beautiful. You sat down at your desk and got out your laptop to get started. You decided to start with physics, it's easy so why not get it done first? After finishing physics, you decided to catch up on your Spanish homework and after that just wrap up that essay for English, that you were actually quite proud of.

"Y/N DINNER'S READY!"

"OKAY, I'M COMING!"

You hurried back to the kitchen, excited to see what you had for dinner. You were really hoping on that amazing pasta Steve sometimes makes, with the expensive cheese that smells so horrible, but tastes so damn great. Your mouth watered just thinking about it.

As you walked into the kitchen you were met with a different sight though. Not one that you would've expected, but entertaining nonetheless. On the floor you saw taco shells, sliding down the cabinets were beans, you think, it kind of looks like shi-. You know what? Let's not get into that.

"I TOLD YOU THE SHELLS WERE HOT, BARNES. WHY DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T LIKE YOU, THAT'S WHY, STARK. ALWAYS ORDERING ME TO DO STUFF. I'M NOT YOUR MAID, YOU ASSHAT."

"CALM DOWN MORTALS, I'VE GOT THIS."

"NO, THOR DON'T!", you said as he was about to cast a whole ass lightning bolt to somehow fix the broken taco shells. You didn't really see the logic behind that one, but then again, it's Thor, so there's never really much logic.

After stopping Thor, which took quite a few "THOR YOU CAN'T FIX BROKEN TACO SHELLS WITH LICHTNING". You all decided to just order some pizza and eat it on the couch.

You were watching the nature channel, for some godforsaken reason you did not know, but it was all okay. You chuckled at the way Steve, Bucky, and Thor were staring at the screen, mesmerised by all the animals they saw. After you all finished your pizza, you decided to go back to your room to finish the last of your homework.

It was around eleven, when you decided to stop working and just chill in your room for the rest of the night, scrolling on TikTok. Around twelve you had fallen asleep, your phone still in hand. After a while you woke up because you heard some rustling in your room.

"Hello??" "Who is there?"

"It's me, Peter." "Parker"

"Jesus Peter, you scared the life out of me. You could've texted me, or knocked, like a normal person, you know.", you say, in a hushed tone. You take a look at him, sweet lord he looked good. Wearing the spidey suit, his hair a bit ruffled because of the mask. He looked like the most cuddly thing ever

"I did text you y/n. You just didn't answer, so I decided to just come over anyways.", Peter spat back at you, quickly moving over to the bathroom to change into some comfier clothes.

"And why exactly are you here? If I may ask?", you ask as he walked out of the bathroom in some plaid pyjama pants and a t-shirt with some dorky science pun on it. He looked so comfy and relaxed and kind of hot but that's besides the point.

"I couldn't sleep, so I decided to just patrol for a few hours, but then I thought about you and decided to come over to watch a movie or something. I thought you would still be awake."

"Well, you were wrong.", you say, a blush creeping up on your cheeks at the thought of Peter rather spending time with you than patrolling.

"But it's okay because you're cute.", you say, smiling at him.

Whenever Peter gets a compliment, he gets all blushy, and you swear it's the cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Well, you're cute too.", he says, coming up to your bed and laying down next to you.

You take out your laptop to set up the movie.

"What movie do you want to watch?"

"Can we watch Harry Potter? Please?", Peter says, giving you puppy eyes. You can't help but cave, I mean, look at him. Doesn't he look like the sweetest person ever right now?

"Okay, but next time we're watching something else. We've watched Harry Potter eight times already!"

"Okay y/n, sure.", Peter says, knowing full well that you're going to watch Harry Potter the next time.

After a while you get sleepy and lay your head on Peter's shoulder. He lays his head on top of yours.

When Peter sees you're asleep he closes the laptop and slowly slips out of bed. The loss of warmth makes you wake up. Peter is always so nice and warm. He's like your personal heater.

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to stay here? You can't go back home now! It's way too late to be out on the street!", you ramble on, worry evident in your voice.

"Relax y/n, I was just putting your laptop away, so we wouldn't crush it."

"Oh, okay."

"So, you are staying over then?"

"Yes. If you don't mind of course. I mean, I can go home, it's no big deal, it'll take me like ten minutes. I should just go home, you know what I'm going home.", Peter rambles.

"Peter. You're staying over. It'll be fun! Besides, I don't want you to go out into the city at this hour."

"Y/n. I'm Spider-Man. I think I can handle myself."

"Yeah okay, maybe that's true, but I would also just like it if you stayed over. We can do some fun stuff. OH! WE SHOULD DO FACE MASKS! PETER, LAY DOWN I'M GOING TO GET THEM!", you practically yelled at him.

Peter laughed at the way you went from sleepy to wide awake in a matter of seconds.

Storming out of the bathroom with a dozen face masks in your hands, you pushed Peter down on the bed, forcing him to lay still. You sat down on top of him to apply the face mask.

He looked at you with admiration in his eyes, as he saw the way you were so concentrated on applying the face mask neatly. Biting your lip, something you always did when you were concentrated, you looked adorable, he thought.

After applying the face mask, the close proximity of your faces became evident, your noses only a few inches apart. You looked him in the eyes. Those beautiful honey brown eyes, that you've grown to love so much. His eyes meeting yours. It was like time stood still for a second. You were in your own little world. Just you and Peter, forever.

After what seemed like forever, he swiftly looked down at your lips. You took the hint and slowly leaned in. Your lips now almost touching. He looked at your lips again and that was all you needed. You slowly pushed your lips on his, completely forgetting he was still wearing that face mask. You didn't care. All you wanted in that moment was to just kiss him. Kiss Peter. Kiss your bestfriend.

KISS YOUR BESTFRIEND.

HOLY SHIT, YOU WERE KISSING YOUR BESTFRIEND, WHO YOU'VE HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON FOR MONTHS! IT'S FINALLY HAPPENING!

After a while you moved away. Peter's face mask now also your face mask.

You looked down at him. God, he looked cute, grinning like an idiot.

"So..."

"So..."

"I really like you.", you both said at the exact same time.

Slowly it sunk in, relief washing over the both of you, knowing that your feelings are mutual.

"Well, I'd love to keep this up, but we have to wash of the face mask, or your face is going to be stained blue for the next couple of days."

"Oh okay, yeah let's not do that."

You both got up and skidded to the bathroom, eager to get the face mask off of Peter, to continue your previous activity.

Once it was all off, you walked back to your bed. Sitting next to each other, you glance at Peter. There are still a few blue speckles on his cheeks. You wipe them off, Peter leaning into your touch. Your hand stayed on his face. Slowly the both of you lean in and before you know it, you're making out again.

You slowly move to sit down on Peter's lap and straddle him. Your hand stuck in his hair, softly tugging at the loose curls at the nape of his neck.

Peter's hands are planted firmly on your waist. Squeezing a bit and slowly rubbing up and down. After a while his hands move to your thighs, slowly massaging them a bit.

You decide to grind your hips lightly on his. This results in a low grunt from Peter. Immediately loving the sound, you decide to do it again.

Peter's hands slowly move from your thighs to your butt. He gives it a light squeeze, which makes you jump up in surprise.

You can feel him smiling against your lips. "That sneaky bastard did that on purpose!", you thought.

Well, two can play this game.

You decide to, slowly but surely, grind down on him harder. Peter grunts against your mouth, which makes your smile.

You want to take this further.

You're tugging at the hem of Peter's shirt, hoping he'll get the hint and take it off.

Peter pulls back and in one swift motion takes of his shirt.

"What the fuck! You never told me you were like, I don't know, totally ripped!", you say to him, admiring his abs.

A compliment.

Peter doesn't know how to react so he just kisses you again.

After a while you decide to take of your shirt too. You pull away from Peter, a seductive look in your eyes. Slowly you take of your shirt, not breaking eye contact with him. Seeing as you were just chilling alone in your room before he came over, you didn't bother to wear a bra. Why would you? No one would come over at this time, right.

As you were about to pull your shirt over your head, still looking into Peter's eyes, loving how eager he looked to see your chest,

The door opened. The fucking door fucking opened, what the fuck.

"Hey y/n, do you know what a- what. the. fuck", Bucky walked into your room, abruptly stopping when he sees you hurrying to put your shirt back on, straddling a half naked Peter, with his hands on your butt.

"Uhm hi", you both say, looking at Bucky, who had the most shit eating grin on his face.

You and Peter looked at each other, both completely panicking.

"Hi. Having fun?", Bucky breaks the silence, obviously knowing what was about to take place.

"Yeah, no, uhm, I was just showing Peter where I would - if I ever decide to - get a tattoo. That was what we were doing.", you say, mentally slapping for yourself for that horrible excuse.

Peter tried to say something, but he was completely frozen. Internally completely shutting down.

"Yeah, no, I absolutely believe that. That's completely believable.", Bucky says, with small smile on his face.

"Please Bucky, please don't tell dad. He'll kill me if he finds out. Please.", you say, practically begging him to not tell your dad.

You know how he gets whenever a boy is mentioned. His, as you like to call it, 'protect my baby girl' protocol activates and he gets way too overprotective.

"Okay, I won't tell him. But! You have to promise me you'll do my dishes for a week.", he says.

"I promise, I promise. Thanks Buck."

"Yeah yeah, okay. I'm going now, byee!", Bucky says, turning around and walking out the door. "Use protection!"

"Bucky. Shut. Up."

"Okay, I'll go now."

When Bucky's gone, you finally look at Peter. He still looks shocked, but after a while he says: "Oh my god. We kissed. Wow"

"Yeah, we did.", you say.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date or something? I mean if you want of course. I just thought that ma-"

Before he can say anything more, you cut him off by kissing him. He freezes, but after a while he kisses you back.

You slowly pull away.

"I'd love to go on a date with you, Peter.", you say smiling at him. He smiles back at you before slowly leaning in and kissing you again.

"Okay, it's really late and we should probably go to bed.", you say, as you're pulling Peter down to lay next to you.

You lay your head on his chest and cuddle into him. He cuddles you back and after a while you fall asleep. A permanent smile plastered on both of your faces.

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Bonus!

The next morning you and Peter walked into the kitchen, immediately getting stares from everyone.

"So, did you and Peter have fun last night?", Sam asks.

You see the look on his face and you just know he knows.

"Where. Is. Bucky?", you say, sounding calm, but exploding inside.

"Oh, he's dead.", Nat says, with a dumb smile on her face.

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I hope you all like it! This is the first thing I've ever really written, so I apologise if it's not that good, but I'm sure I'll get better over time!

I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think!

xx Sara

[mashiraostail]

could you maybe do a part 2 of the depressive episode ask with fatgum, hawks, n gang orca pease?

ofc anon! I think these get progressivley longer also fldsfdsjl idk why that is, sorry!

Taishiro Toyomitsu/Fatgum You were both busy people, Taishiro was even busier than your average pro now that he’d taken on those two students, he didn’t mind the extra work though. Plus he was used to having you around on top of it all. He understood you worked as well, and he’d even tried going there to surprise you since it had been a few days since the pair of you spent any time together which was entirely unlike you only for your coworkers to say that you’d called out a fair bit of time. Maybe you’d headed home, a family birthday or special occasion beaconed you, but whenever you left you always asked him to watch your place, he’d hardly heard from you beyond a text for the past week or so now. So he decided to head over to yours after calling it early one day, he sent Kirishima and Amajiki packing and told them he had a small emergency to deal with, which wasn’t exactly a lie. He was growing a bit concerned for you your lack of communication with him wasn’t just rare it was totally unheard of, normally you were joined to him at the hip, you adored him and you always made sure he heard it all the time. He didn’t want to be overbearing or show up uninvited but he hated the idea of you being sick or worse with no help around, he understood how badly you wanted to be perfect for him, you didn’t want to add to his workload or be a bother at all, he was just trying to figure out the best way to make you see that you could never do any of that to him, and you’re perfect for him however you want to be. He knocks on the door a few times to no avail before electing to use his key, you’d given it to him a while ago but he still knocked most of the time, he didn’t like barging in on you, despite how he loved to have you do it to him, nothing was better than an unannounced surprise visit from you in his eyes.  “Anyone home?” He shuts the door quietly behind him and looks around. The mess says you should be in, that’s for sure. He’s holding a bag of snacks in his hands, plus some medicines and general stuff in case you were sick with a cold or the flu, and he already had his whole chastising speech set up in his head for you.  But he had to find you first. There wouldn’t have been any place for you in the living room, the couch was littered with groceries that had yet to be put away, the coffee table covered in glasses and the kitchen wasn’t much better, it was full of everything and anything but actual food. The door to the laundry room was just barely holding a tidal wave of unfolded clothes back. The bedroom door was slightly ajar.  “Hey, you-”  He nudges the door open with his shoulder, “‘re you decent? Can I open my eyes ‘fore I bump into something-”  “Taishiro?” He hears the rumpling of blankets, and your voice is wet and tired and warbly and even though you didn’t give him the go-ahead he couldn't help but rush over to you at the sound of it. “Hey, what’s the matter? He drops the bag on the bed to your other side and instinctively cups your face in his hands.  “What are you doing here I-”   “I was just in the area and... it’s been a while since I spent any time with you, sorry barge in like this, you didn’t answer the door, I just wanted to check on you..and it seems like it was a good thing I did..” You’re looking up at him like a deer in headlights, it’s only then that he realizes his potential indiscretion. He moves to pull away from you, to wait for a green light to touch you and be close to you, he didn’t want to overwhelm you, or make you feel guilty or anything like that. You can sense that he’s about to pull back, and a few minutes ago all you wanted was to be alone but now that he was here, the last thing you wanted was for him to not be near you. You take a hold of his wrist.  He let out a long, thankful sigh, “alright then, I’ll stay right here.” He sits on the edge of your bed, “I’m glad you’re here.” He nudges your hair back with his other hand, “’re you sick?”  You shake your head in his hands, “No I just-” Your voice waivers, “I feel so terrible-”  “Terrible like how?” He looks guilty of something and it just makes you feel worse, “did something happen? Someone giving you a hard time or-”  “No-” You choke it out tears already slipping down your face, “I just..I’m so exhausted and I feel like everyone hates me or forgot about me and I know somewhere in my head that that’s such a stupid thing to even worry about but I can’t stop worrying and-”  “Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright,” he shushes you, “I see now, I get it now.” He pushes your cheeks up under his palms, “I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. I didn’t come sooner-”  “It’s not your job to take care of me-” You warble, “I’m being a stupid baby I-”  “Stop that. Just because something isn’t my job or responsibility doesn’t mean I still won’t wanna do it. You take care of me all the time.” “This isn't the same I-”  “Come on and give me a hug.” He cuts you off before you can get anything else out, “I really need a hug, can you?” He scoops you up, underneath your arms and pulls you forward, he drops back into your mussed up pillows.  “Tighter,” he complains as your arms coil around him weakly, and you laugh through a cascade of tears.  “Feels good to cry huh?” He’s holding the back of your head with more protective instinct than you’ve ever felt from anyone. His other hand pulls the blanket up around you.  “I couldn’t- I’ve been- all week and I just-” You hiccup, “I had to so bad but I couldn’t, and you-” He shushes you again. “Go on ahead, cry as much as you need to. I won’t say it doesn’t break my heart a little to hear it, but I know you’ll feel better after. And don’t go apologizing for this either, sometimes it’s just what you need. Let it all out. I’ll be here if you get sick from it. Afterward, I can help clean up, get you in a nice hot shower, make you something to eat? Sound good?”  “Will you stay all night?” You were pressed into his chest, his tear-stained shirt muffled your voice but he got the idea.  “Honey, I’ll stay as long as you want me.” 

Keigo Takami/Hawks The no. 2 hero rarely has much time to kill, that being said Keigo liked to make it a point to see you as often as he could, or at least to text you. But over the past few days, you'd hardly replied at all, and when you did they were just simple one or two-word answers. It worried him, gnawed at him, for a myriad of reasons; were you sick? Were you drowning in work? Had you run into some kind of trouble? Were you injured? Had you gotten tired of waiting up for him? Sick of canceled dates and being woken up by him clambering out of bed early in the morning to answer a call, exhausted by all the would-be intimate moments between the pair of you that were interrupted by his work? All of these possibilities were equal parts nerve-wracking and heartbreaking. If you were sick he wanted you to reach out and ask him for help, there wasn’t anything he couldn’t make time for if you were involved, he’d figure it out, he always did... if you were in some kind of trouble or injured did you not feel like you could ask him to come to watch out for you without being a bother to him? Did he make you feel like a burden? Or worst of all had you just grown tired of him? Him and his baggage and his job? The gnawing in his chest become too hard to ignore. He could pawn this patrol off on someone else, it was a slow enough day anyways, maybe Enji would do it. He snorted at the thought. He’d just fly by your window, see if you were in, what you were up to. Maybe you were just swamped at work, he reminded himself, sure he was busy but that didn't mean you couldn’t be too, and two busy partners can make for sparse communication, there was a fair chance all of this was just you being busy too. He counts the windows and flies up, it wasn’t hard to memorize which one leads to your apartment. When he gets up there the blinds are open, he can see right inside.  You woke up feeling okay today, okay enough that you figured maybe you could tackle this goddamn laundry at least, it was making such a mess in the hall and you thought maybe if you got that sorted out you’d feel a little more useful. But somehow you just ended up sitting on the floor in the hall, back against the wall, laundry basket spilled before you in a bigger mess than when you started. You may be an adult with a job and apartment but you were crying about the mess. You were an adult, you can cry about whatever you want, that’s a perk of being an adult. You sink further into the wall somehow.  His vantage point lets him look clean through the living room into the small hallway where you sat. It’s slightly cracked, just enough that a few feathers can wiggle in and push it open enough that he can slide his fingers underneath. He should head to the ground, walk up the stairs and knock, like a normal person. But he can’t help it, he’s panicked, what the hell happened to you? You were just sitting there, laundry basket spilled, sobbing into your hands? Were you hurt? Did someone break-in? He couldn’t waste time on foot.  “Hey-” He strangles it out as he’s contorting himself to duck into your window, “It’s okay, hey- I’m here, I’m here now, babe what happened?” He’s squeezing into your window, his wings folding and tufting up against the windowpane, “do you need my help? Are you hurt? Is someone here did someone-” He falls inside unceremoniously, a ball of red feathers and sherpa by your house plant.  You’d never been so happy to witness his stupid antics, you’d never met someone so smart yet so dumb. It felt good to see him, you hadn’t realized how much you missed him. “Keigo?” You drop the shirt you were crying into, “n-no, I’m not hurt I just dropped the laundry and..-” Coincidentally it was his shirt.  “Is this because of me?” He notices it fall to the ground, he looks incredibly guilty, “did I do something to upset you? To-” he scrambles up into a sitting position, “make you feel like I don’t care about you?” A feather is already righting the tipped over laundry basket, a few more collecting various tee shirts and socks.  “What?” You wipe your face with your hands as he clambers over to you, you sniffle, “no Keigo you didn’t-” You shake your head as he nudges your legs apart and sits between your bent knees,��“I’m sorry I’m the problem it’s me-” You look forward to him and his eyebrows furrow.  “What do you mean? No one’s the problem there isn’t a problem what’s the-” He squeezes your arms, “forget it. Where have you been? I’ve been so worried about you..and now I find you crying on the ground and-”  “I’ve been here.” Your voice cracks, “I haven’t gone out once.” You laugh wetly, “it’s embarrassing. I just...I can’t do it. I feel so useless. I do nothing all day but I’m so tired Keigo..I’m even too tired to sleep..”  The mess that would have taken you days to clean on your own was practically rectified now, and Keigo hadn’t even lifted a finger.  “I’m sorry I worried you.” You wither back into the wall and he shakes his head.  “I don’t want sorry. I get it, I understand now.” He takes your face in his hands, “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner-”  “Your job’s more important than taking care of me like a child-”  “That’s not a fair comparison. And it’s not true anyway. I know my work is important but that doesn’t mean other things can’t be important too. I want to be here for you. You would if it were me right?”  You nod meekly at that, “thank you for coming I- I don’t even know what happened one minute it was fine and the next I-”  “It doesn’t matter. It happens to the best of us. I just wish you’d called me. Asked for my help I... I was so worried that you were sick or..worse than that.. you were sick of me.” He laughs a little, “how stupid is that right? Like you’d ever get sick of me.”  “Does that feather have my underwear?” You look at it over his shoulder.  “Sorry. I... thought it would be funny.” It falls to the ground, you snort. “You’re right. That is stupid Keigo.” You murmur, “I’d never get sick of you.” “My job’s important, I know it eats up my time, and we don’t get to be together as much as I want to sometimes...”  “I think I should be the one pleading my case right now Keigo.” You laugh a little, “my apartment is disgusting, I’m crying over dropped laundry and you haven't even seen the state of my kitchen yet. I ignored you for days over nothing, I’ve barely showered I probably smell abysmal and-”  “It wasn’t over nothing and you don’t need to plead your case with me because you’re going through a rough patch, I’m the one that’s been too busy to notice you struggling-” He shakes his head, “all because of my work, I can’t... not do it but I want to be with you, I want to be with you all the time, I’m probably so annoying blowing up your phone and climbing in your window whenever I have a few second... I don’t know how you put up with me, I’d get sick of me in a few days.” He reaches out and tugs the bottom hem of your shirt aimlessly, “I don’t know how you do it. I guess all I do know is that I want you to stay near me.”  “Keigo-” You warble and pull him into your chest, “I'm sorry I scared you-”  “Don’t be sorry just...know that I want you to ask me for help...I know it’s easier said than done but..well I just said it. I just wanna be with you, all the time, like 24/7 I don’t even care what we’re doing. I’ll do all your laundry forever if you just stay near me while I do it. It’s not a bother you aren’t burdening me just ask me for help. I don’t want you to feel like this...let’s just..” He turns into the crook of your neck and sighs, “stay like this for a minute. And then I’ll help you clean up around here, that’s what's upsetting you right? The mess? Lucky for you I’ve got plenty of hands...well feathers. And then we’ll see what else we can get done, together okay babe?”  “Yeah.” You press your cheek into his hair, “thank you for understanding.”  Keigo nods, his finger traces the neckline of your shirt and he speaks again, “Please don’t pull away so much, I missed you, you’re the only person around here who has any fun besides Rumi, and whenever we’re together one of us ends up with a broken bone or worse.”  You snort at that, “okay, noted.”  “And I think you smell great by the way.” 

Kugo Sakamata/Gang Orca It felt weird to be away from Kugo so much. You just hated the idea of him seeing you like this. You were tired and irritable and in a mess all the time, you hadn’t changed your pants in days and the only meal you’d had over the past 3 days was crackers and bread, maybe toast depending on your mood. Not to mention the laundry situation or the chaotic state of your bathroom. You normally hated mess, and even though you didn’t have the energy to clean it ..it still made you terribly anxious.  You were almost out of crackers, you hated that you lived in the exact area Kugo patroled, it was how you’d met in the first place, and normally it was a delight to run into him on your way home from your own job, even just catching a glimpse of him patroling out your window usually really improved your mood but the thought of running into him now made you sick to your stomach. You couldn’t get the energy up to put something nicer on, but you didn’t even have a morsel of food left, everything you had you’d Mcgyvered into something to eat. If you saw him you’d have to explain where you’d been for the past week, why you’d been basically ignoring him, and even when you did answer him it was just to blow him off or send him to voicemail. You wanted to see him, but you were too afraid at this point, you’d dug yourself into a deep hole, there’s no way he wouldn’t be mad at you. Not that he’d ever gotten mad at you before really. But this time would be different. Or at least you’d convinced yourself of that. Maybe keeping your hood up would stop him from recognizing you.  You made it to the store with no incident, you were feeling pretty hopeful, though equally drained, you barely went up and down 3 isles before deciding you were done after finding the pre-made cold brew you’d been craving. It amounted to about 3 bags total, and the cold brew bottle wasn’t exactly small..well you could always order out.  Worried was a gross understatement, Kugo was sick with it. He wanted to barge in, everytime he offered to go to you you said no, you had a conference call, you were working late, your neighbors were fighting again, so on and so forth. That paired with the one to two-word answers he’d been receiving made his stomach hurt in a way he only experienced when he couldn’t tell the outcome of a big mission. He asked if you were okay practically every day and you always said you were fine. Though when he mentioned it to Hakamada the other hero informed him that ‘I’m fine’ was usually 'code’ for something else. If space was what you wanted then he’d let you have some...that being said when he saw what was certainly your receding figure on the street..wearing shorts in this weather?  “Hey-” His voice makes you jump out of your skin. God the universe seriously hates you this week.  “Kugo-” You don’t wanna turn around.  “What are you wearing? It’s freezing out you should be wearing a coat and pants.” He wraps an arm around you, “you’re shaking. What were you thinking huh?” He reaches out and takes your groceries too, “you better be going home.”  “I am..” You murmured, “I just needed to run out fast, I’m not cold, don’t get distracted from work because of me-”  “I’ll bring you home. It’s fine, don’t worry about that there are plenty of people out today.”  “I-”  “Please let me bring you home.” He huddles you into his side, “I’ve been worried..”  “Have you?”  “Of course I have, you’ve made yourself so scarce recently, and now this?”  “’m sorry..” You hug your chest as you turn the corner to your complex.  “Do you want me to come up with you?” He turns to you. Now you were at a crossroads, you’d seen him, you were seeing him, he was touching you, his side was warm and his arm around you was comforting and the idea of being alone was equally as upsetting as the idea of him seeing the state of your apartment or the state of you close up. “You aren’t even wearing layers.” He scoffs as the neckline of your hoodie dips a bit. “Do you want me, yes or no? Either is okay but you need to get inside before you get sick.”  “I do want you to come with me I just-”  “Well explain upstairs then.” He's ushering you inside the moment you finish. “Did you lose your keys?” He’s still squeezing you into his side when you stop at your front door. “I... don’t want you to see it.”  “See what my love? Your apartment? I think we’re a bit past that.” He presses his nose into your hood which is still covering your head. “It’s a mess- I’m a mess Kugo.”  “I doubt it's that bad. Even if it is I won’t mind, so let’s go in instead of standing out here like two fools.”  “Promise you won’t be mad.” You turn the key and he sighs.  “I promise.” The door creaks open and you aren’t sure if it’s your anxious mind playing tricks on you or if it’s 10x worse than what you remember.  “Oh god-” You warble, “I'm so sorry Kugo this is so embarrassing.” The way your voice breaks makes him jump. “Hey-” He sets your groceries down on the sliver of free counter space he can find, “no tears my love, no tears okay?” He puts his hands on your shoulders, “is this where you’ve been? Why you haven’t been talking to me? You’ve been all shut up in here?” He turns to you and you just want to fold in on yourself and disappear. “I wanted to clean, and I wanted to call you but  I just couldn’t get the energy to and it kept piling up and my bathroom is even worse and I didn’t know what to do and then even when I started to miss you I was too embarrassed at the idea of you seeing me like this because I can’t even comb my hair right now let alone take a shower or even change my clothes and I was afraid you’d be angry with me for letting it get so bad and I-” “Stop.” He pulls you forward and you fall against him wistlessly, “relax, you’ll work yourself up to tears like that.” He cups the back of your head. “I won’t ever be mad you for something like this. Why would you be afraid of that?” He takes your face in his hands, “and why would you be embarrassed of me seeing you when you don’t feel well? I’m here to help you.” He nudges your hood back, “call me sooner next time, please, if not for your sake for mine.” A big hand cups the nape of your neck, “I was worried sick about you dear.”  “I’m sorry-” Your voice cracks, “I’m sorry Kugo I just-”  “I understand. I’m sorry too, I should have checked in sooner, I should have made sure you knew you can trust me with this sort of thing.” “It’s my fault not your’s don’t be sorry Kugo I-” You’re blinking back tears and he sighs. “There’s no sense in going back and fourth about it.” His thumb rubs your temple, “I’m just glad I’m here now. I’m sorry you don’t feel well but seeing you after so long is a relief, I really missed you.”  “I missed you too Kugo-” Your voice cracks and you throw your arms around his neck and shoulders.  “Do you need to cry? Don’t hold back for my sake.” A big hand rubs circles between your shoulder blades egging you on, “if crying will help then cry. I’m right here for you. No more worrying okay my dear?”  “Okay-” You wipe your nose on your sleeve over his shoulder, tears falling freely, “thank you for coming Kugo-” Your feet are hardly on the ground anymore, your face nestled into his shoulder, “I’m sorry for getting tears all over your-”  “What did I say about worrying?” He pulls you back and uses his thumb to clean off one cheek, leaning down and brushing his nose against the other you let out a thankful sigh at the gentle touch.  “I just can’t help it Kugo-” You murmur, voice still wet with tears, “i just love you so much and I don’t-”  “Oh, you’re such a sweet little thing.” He pulls you up a bit by your cheeks, “it just breaks my heart to see you like this. I may never let you out of my sight again.”  “I’m okay with that.” You duck into his neck with a hiccup and he laughs.  “I love you too, why don’t you take a warm shower, I’ll help you however I can, then I think we should call it a night, we can worry about the mess tomorrow.” “You don’t mind?” You squeeze him around his shoulders and he hums.  “I don’t mind at all.” He promises, “I’ll do whatever I can to help you feel better.”

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Hi! I know you love Haru and I'd love to hear your thoughts on what his personality is like? Not his bending or his ships, but just what kind of person he is. He was super undeveloped in ATLA and I'd love to understand him better and write about him!

hey, i'm glad you asked!! super flattering to have you come to me in regards to this question, and i've analyzed this guy to hell and back over the course of nearly a year now, so i'd be more than happy to give you my characterization of him

granted, it's pretty lengthy, and is heavily based on canon, hence why a lot of it ties to his bending, but i'll try my best to make it so that it's more about haru as a person, rather than his service to the plot

also makes me super happy to hear that people do want to understand and write about him!! that really does mean the world to me particularly, so thank you <3

with all of this in mind, here's a collection of my (pretty lengthy, sorry about that) thoughts:

haru being super undeveloped is actually one of the reasons why i find him so compelling- there’s so much you can do with a character of his caliber because there’s not much canon/supplementary material that can discredit your characterizations. canon, however, does actually supply a characterization of him that i’ve managed to compile and accrue over the course of finding nearly every single little detail i can find pertaining to him. this includes his canon episodes in both book 1 and 3, the videogame he appears in (which is straight up called avatar: the last airbender), and even the silly shorts.

(mild disclaimer, i know full well that the latter two i mentioned are considered non canon, but i like incorporating little bits and pieces of what they have to offer, as i don’t really have any other options. also, the videogames are the only supplementary material where he’s treated as a part of the gaang, so it’s the most personality you’ll ever get.)

i’ll start with main characteristics i try to keep in mind when writing him, and then talk about smaller, more innocuous details that i just find particularly fitting for him.

haru is:

emotionally driven. a lot of his decisions are more driven by emotion, rather than logic. this ties in with his impulsivity and morality. he’s aggravated by his position in the village as the only earthbender left, and this culminates into him still bending discreetly despite the inherent risk. he does this not only for himself, but to preserve the (possibly only) emotional connection he has to his arrested father. this is a similarity he shares with katara, who’s emotionally tied to her mother due to losing her, and haru is the one to understand what that loss really means in this interaction: “this necklace is all i have left of her.” “it’s not enough, is it?” by saying this instead of an apology or some other response, he shows that the feeling of loss she’s experiencing is mutually understood in a way that goes beyond just sympathy. there is nothing that will replace who you’ve lost other than the person themselves, and he understand that more than anyone. it’s also implied that haru doesn’t know if his father is still alive, as no one knows where the prisoners go, but it’s clear that he still holds a sort of hope that he’s somewhere out there, and that keeps him going. it just takes a little bit of outside influence for him to fully believe in that, as well as being reunited with his father again. in general, he’s also pretty receptive of other’s emotions, and is quick to come to their aid.

impulsive. not just impulsive, either- he’s got anger and resentment lying beneath his quiet composure. it’s not as bad as characters such as zuko’s, but it’s still worth mentioning. i’ll mention the impulse part first, though- generally speaking, haru reacts faster than he thinks. upon being spotted practicing his bending by katara, he runs away without pausing to consider the harmful repercussions of being found out (nor followed home). he not only runs away from danger as a first instinct, he also runs towards it in some cases, ironically enough- he’s the first one to notice and immediately run towards the mines once he hears/sees the explosion and suspects that someone’s in trouble. he does this without any prompting by katara, even if the act of actually saving the old man needed some egging on from her in order for him to accomplish. his impulsivity comes to a head in the form of his most dangerous act- him attacking the warden. i’ve already elaborated on that specific interaction here, though i will once again emphasize that haru had absolutely no plans past attacking the warden based on his body language, further fueling the idea that this was just a split second decision, one made on nothing but complete and utter impulse. to bring the anger aspect into this, he’s also unable to hold his tongue and insults the fire nation soldiers and even his town once the former leaves, and his instincts swing wildly between running and fighting on a dime with little in-between.

adaptable. instead of completely shutting down in the face of such a negative situation (and over the course of five years, no less), he brings it upon himself to practice bending, accept his role as man of the house and work in both the shop and on the farm, and other responsibilities that go unmentioned, especially when taking into account that his father is apparently the leader of his village. this is where you could start paralleling him well to sokka, which i have done before, but i will make this more haru-oriented. there is definitely a lot more to be inferred with this particular aspect of him, but i will say that it takes someone of strong will to adapt to the situations presented in his episode, and learning to live with the grim reality of fire nation occupation. to run down what we see again- soldiers freely patrolling the villages, soldiers overtaxing the villagers, soldiers entering wherever they wish unannounced, soldiers stealing away people in the night without much resistance, soldiers forcing villagers to work in the coal mines to gather the coal needed for their ships, and soldiers forcing captured earthbenders to build fire nation ships. this is all off of the top of my head, so i could be missing a lot, but again, seeing haru still be as morally oriented and determined as he is after all of this, it’s pretty impressive and telling of his adaptive capabilities. to take this one step further, he’s also extremely adaptable when it comes to working with others, as in the games he fills his role as a necessary component of the gaang without conflicting sokka or other preexisting roles, and in book 3, he finds his place amongst teo and the duke, taking the most initiative amongst the three.

lonely. a snippet from his personality bio on avatarspirit.net calls him “lonely and brave”, and i think that’s especially fitting for his character. he only had his mom for five whole years after every other earthbender was taken away, and this is without mentioning the ostracization he faced simply being one, given how the fire nation constantly demoralizes his country’s benders and likens them to savages. the village he lives in also appears to be full of old folks, so it’s not very likely that he had friends his age that were even in town, especially if we consider the circumstances of following book 2 episodes with the earth army recruiters. (it’s also unlikely that his friends are alive if they did join the army- take a gander at this line from zuko alone: Gow: Just thought someone ought to tell you, your son's battalion got captured. You boys hear what the Fire Nation did with their last group of Earth Kingdom prisoners? Soldier: Dressed them up in Fire Nation uniforms and put them on the frontline unarmed, way I heard it.  Then they just watched.) furthermore, it’s not likely that haru could’ve left his little village prior to its occupation- the games imply he’d been to omashu previously, but the circumstances of the war make this unlikely, unless he was super young. given his not always pleasant attitude and sullen expression we sometimes see him with, it’s not hard to imagine that the effects of him being so alone without the connections he needs has affected him deeply.

some other things:

-he’s horrible at lying (”they’re crazy! i mean, just look at how they’re dressed” is that really the best excuse you could’ve come up with??). -he doesn’t like keeping his hands/arms still (arms are usually crossed, sometimes gestures as he talks, hands usually balled as if expecting a fight). -he’s pretty outwardly expressive (for someone who’s supposed to be hiding most of the time, he tends to wear his emotions/intentions on his sleeve). -he can’t bite his tongue (especially when it comes to something that goes against his personal beliefs). -he doesn’t know how to react to touch (katara hugging him takes him by surprise both times, and he doesn’t reciprocate often, if anything he reacts stiffly) -he’s particular about his appearance (notably in the games, he makes negative comments about people touching his hair, and there’s also. sokka’s comments in book 3. sigh.) -he’s considered dangerous/sensitive by others (note sokka’s comments in book 1, and katara’s comments in the school time shipping short) -he lives a busy personal life (works both in the family shop and on the family farm, and has probably had to work in the coal mines at some point, though this is speculative) -he’s not above poking/having fun (in the games, he’s not above making fun of sokka and his comments about benders, and jumps at the opportunity to ride the omashu mail chutes) -he’s family oriented (count how many times he talks about his parents, it is many times i assure you, it’s important to note that he’s one of the few atla characters to actually have both parents as well as a decent relationship with them) -he has a tendency to idealize. he talks about his father fighting against the fire nation even when horribly outnumbered. it wouldn’t be surprising if he idealized the ideal of rebellion (which would later bite him given that:) -he’s a part of the first successful earth kingdom rebellion. this is mentioned on the wiki, and is unfortunately not shown in the show. it should’ve been, though. -he’s dramatic. he has an entire cliff he brings katara up to just to be dramatic and spill his sad backstory. he needs to be encouraged to save the old man, but he does it in the most dramatic way possible- he really didn’t have to stop the entire avalanche AND push it back into the mines. drama king. -he is very lucky. this can apply to anyone who encounters the gaang, but honestly, given his personality and a few things i’ve mentioned above, it’s a miracle that he’d survived as long as he did without detection nor suspicion. -he’s creative. (this one is much more speculative, but he does create huge statues of katara and ty lee pretty quickly, maybe he’s done similar things before)

to summarize: he’s a lonely impulsive idealist who isn’t afraid to throw hands if necessary and is also very attached to his dad <3 his connection to his dad makes up at least 75% of his personality

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Hello, your headcanons are just *chefs kiss.They make me feel all warm. Especially the How the Turtles would react to you going nonverbal and Headcanons if you came out as non-binary to the Turtles!

Now this is just a reminder, but. Taking care of yourself is important, so please be aware that we all have limits, so don't feel pressured to do the asks till you feel like it. And if you never fell like it? Bummer. They are never getting written. Pity but we will survive.

As for what I wanted to ask. I was wondering if you could write something about the boys helping reader with depression? Platonic/adopted sibling (older/middle/ younger, whatever you are more comfy with) relationship. Perhaps some cuddling? A turtle pile? Thank you so much!

Thank you. I’m doing good right now honestly, but when things get bad your words are definitely going to come to mind. God, I never expected people to be this nice lol. I’m not sure what to say other than thank you, so... yeah. Many thanks.

I also want to apologize if I get this wrong at all- as far as I know, I don’t have depression, so I have no experience with it. I have done research, however. I’d feel a bit irresponsible if I didn’t. I decided to write this as the reader is going through a depressive episode and asks for help from the brothers.

I didn’t know how to put in the turtle pile, so I just made a whole section for it. 😅 It’s definitely not the best thing ever, but the idea sounded really cute so I at least had to try .

Turtle Pile

You were having a really bad night and decided to talk with Leo

Everything was going nice, until Raph walked in halfway through

He realized what was happening, and asked you if he could stay

When you agreed, he sat down and gave you some advice

It was getting late, and you just sort of fell asleep

When Leo and Raph made to leave, you mumbled in your sleep for them to not go

So they grabbed a few blankets and laid down with you

Donnie and Mikey walked in, intending to find Leo so they could go on patrol

When they found you three snuggled together, they both just looked at each other and shrugged

They carefully walked in and joined the cuddle pile

When you woke up, you couldn’t stop smiling

Leo

Very worried, but he tries his best to not show it

Always makes some time to talk to you every day

Tries to make you smile at least once, even if it’s a small smile

If you need to talk about anything- anything at all- he’s there with some advice

Definitely some cuddles after the especially emotional talks, with the occassional nap thrown in

If he realizes you’ve been in bed all day, he finds a little hand dance to teach you

Will randomly make your favorite foods for you

Never gets tired of telling you how much you mean to him and his brothers, no matter how many times you ask

Donnie

Before you told him, he had a hunch that you were going through an episode

He didn’t want to say anything and sound rude, though

If you need a distraction, he’ll let you sit in his lab while he talks about whatever experiment or repair he’s doing in terms you can understand

When your rooms gets really messy, he’ll come in and clean it up for you

He’ll even leave a little note and some snacks

He’s the person you come to if you can’t sleep

No words are exchanged, he just makes room for you to come into bed

He’ll ask if you want to talk about it in the morning

Mikey

Mortified by the fact that you’re suffering

“I found your favorite snack on patrol so I got some for you!”

Makes you pretty garden worlds on Minecraft for you to explore

Complete with a ton of cats and dogs, of course

If you’re having an especially bad day, he’ll put on a whole dance concert for you

He makes sure to ask you if you’ve eaten something every day

If you say no, he runs to get you something

With some vitamins Donnie gave him to give to you

You’ll sometimes have calm gaming nights that end with you two asleep on the couch together

Someone puts a blanket over you, but no one admits to it

Raph

As soon as you tell him about your depression, he drops most of his “fuck your feelings” act

Won’t make any jokes about you unless he knows you’re okay with them

Even then, he doesn’t do it often

You’ll randomly see little gifts in your room

He doesn’t admit to leaving them, but everyone just sort of knows they’re from him

If you talk with him, he completely drops his act and lets you know just how much you mean to him, no holds barred

You’re family, through and through

If you knock on his door in the middle of the night, he lets you in

You’re welcome at any time

You end up falling asleep, and he gets really flustered in the morning

Won’t deny it if anyone asks, but won’t mention it at all

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Gilded Poppy VS Hawkmoth

This is another part to the idea that I saw and talked about with @anastasian-dreamer and @musicfeedsmysoul12 . I just had to write it out! Find the first story here! The Gilded Poppy helping take down Hawkmoth. There will be some spoilers for the final episode of the first season of Jett’s route, so keep that in mind if you still haven’t read it. I hope you all like it!

The Gilded Poppy had never really paid Hawkmoth any mind. Sure he was a pain when his akumas interrupted their heists. But sometimes the chaos worked to their advantage as well. So they never really saw a point in worrying about it. Sure, they always made sure that Tom, Sabine, Marinette, and the bakery were fine after each attack, but that was about as involved as they got with the situation. That was until Hawkmoth came after one of their own. 

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Jett couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He felt almost numb. One of his best mates, Jock was laid out on the floor in front of him. Dead. He wasn’t aware of his surroundings at all. So it was a good thing that the rest of the Poppy was heard the ticking sound, and pulled him out of the building before the bomb went off. Now, as he stood on the street, watching the building before him burn and a crowd gathered around, Jett didn’t know what to think. Then he saw him at the edge of the crowd. Hugo Vansittart standing there, staring at Jett. Jett instantly saw red. He knew that Hugo did this and he was going to make him pay dearly for it. From the corner of his eye, he saw a dark butterfly fly towards his poppy pin. Then suddenly a strange feeling came over Jett, like his rage was increased ten fold. And a soothing voice spoke in his head. That is the last thing he remembered.

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Jett had been turned into Judgement, a justice based akuma that used an attack he called truth bomb. Anyone hit with his bombs confessed to any crimes they may have committed. For most people hit during this akuma attack, it was small stuff like jay walking, or littering. But Jett made sure to hit Hugo who confessed, during the live TV coverage of this akuma, to killing Jock and making the building explode. The other members of the Poppy made sure to avoid Jett. They wanted to help their friend, but if they got hit they would reveal they were members of the Poppy and that couldn’t happen. Ladybug soon had Jett deakumatized and Hugo was arrested immediately, along with some other citizens who had admitted to more serious crimes. Now Jett and the rest of the Poppy were angry for a whole new reason. How dare Hawkmoth come after one of them. They were fine leaving him to Ladybug, until now. An attack on one of them was an attack on them all, and no one messed with the Gilded Poppy and got away with it.

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That said, the Poppy knew they would need help. They knew they needed to contact Ladybug. So, they left a burner phone at the top of the Eiffel Tower, where she and Chat Noir often met during patrol. They also set up a camera pointed at the platform, so they would know when the two heroes arrived. As soon as the two heroes arrived on scene, the phone lit up with a new text message. The two heroes were confused, but looked at the phone thinking someone had lost it and maybe they could return it to its owner. But when they read the message they knew it was for them. Hi Ladybug and Chat Noir. We are the Gilded Poppy. We wish to help eliminate Hawkmoth as a threat. He has become quite a pest to us. Our only condition is that if we meet, you do not tell anyone who we are. If this is agreeable to you, meet us here same time tomorrow. -Thief Lord

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Marinette was freaking out. She had been able to keep her composure while she talked with Chat Noir and they had agreed to at least hear the group out. But now that she is alone, she was panicking. That manner of speech from the text reminded her of someone. It reminded her of the way Nikolai spoke. And now that she thought about it, she remembered Nikolai, Remy, Vivienne, Jett, Leon, and Zoe all wearing the same pin. A golden poppy pin. Oh my god. They are the Gilded Poppy. I am friends with the Gilded Poppy. It didn’t bother Marinette, but it was certainly shocking. But she couldn’t be sure, maybe she was overthinking again. She wouldn’t be sure until she met with them tomorrow. 

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Marinette was freaking out internally again. She and Chat Noir had just arrived at the Eiffel Tower when she heard Nikolai’s voice from behind her. “I assume since you are here, you agree to our terms and won’t turn us into the police?” Marinette did her best to curb her panic, and slip into her Ladybug personality. “Yes, we won’t turn you in. Come out here.” And then, standing before her, were all her friends. She had been right. They were the Gilded Poppy. For their part, the Gilded Poppy was also surprised. Sure they knew the two heroes were young, but they didn’t realize how young until now. They couldn’t be older than Marinette. But they pushed that aside, they had work to do.

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Marinette quickly took charge of the meeting and brought the thieves up to speed on everything. That the source of Hawkmoth’s power was his miraculous and how once they took that from him, he wouldn’t be a threat anymore. The Poppy felt comfortable. This was right up their alley. Stealing some fancy jewelry was nothing new to them. It would be weird to return the jewels to Ladybug and not sell them, but the Poppy understood that it was too dangerous for that to happen. For the next few weeks, the Poppy put all their resources to trying to get any clues towards who Hawkmoth could be. They also continued to meet with either Ladybug or Chat Noir every other day or so to go over any information they may have found. It was one night, during one of these meetings, that Marinette made a mistake.

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They had just finished up going over all their information. They were getting close to a suspect and the Poppy was sure they would have a name for Ladybug in the next week. As she turned to leave, Ladybug called over her shoulder “Thanks guys! See you at the bakery tomorrow.” Marinette froze as she realized what she just said. She hoped maybe they would just brush it off, but of course, the Poppy caught exactly what she had said. And it only took them about two seconds to realize what that meant. They had always thought Ladybug looked like Marinette, but convinced themselves that it was just a coincidence. But how else could they explain that comment. Remy stepped closer to Marinette, who still stood frozen on the edge of the platform in a panic. “Marinette? Is that you?” All of the Poppy was just staring at her and Marinette didn’t see a way out. So she just detransformed.

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Needless to say, there was a lot of explaining to do that night. Marinette told them everything that had happened since she received her miraculous and all her adventures as Ladybug. The Poppy was horrified to learn that this girl that they viewed as a little sister had been fighting Hawkmoth without much help. And their rage toward Hawkmoth was renewed all over again. Now this monster had gone after another one of them. He had been making Marinette’s life hard for years now. And it was going to end soon. 

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By the end of the week, The Poppy had used all their Underbelly resources and found a name as a suspect for Hawkmoth. Gabriel Agreste. He was the only person in Paris that had the resources and time to be Hawkmoth. They immediately told Marinette through the burner phone they had been using and the group of thieves met with Paris’ heroes. Chat Noir seemed hesitant to consider Gabriel as a suspect, but did eventually agree that it couldn’t hurt to check into the lead. Since the heroes couldn’t exactly be breaking into a random civilian’s home, it was decided that the Poppy would break into the manor that night and search for the two missing miraculous. With a description of the two jewels from Ladybug, Nikolai, Remy, Vivienne, and Jett quietly broke into the mansion and searched the place top to bottom for the jewels or any proof that Gabriel was Hawkmoth. Zoe remained at the hotel, monitoring all the security systems for the mansion as well as the camera feeds from the cameras being worn by Nikolai and Vivienne. Ladybug and Chat Noir were with her, watching the camera feeds. Leon was outside, ready to speed everyone away from the mansion at a moments notice. 

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When the group went into Gabriel’s office, they found the hidden safe in the wall, and inside that was the Peacock miraculous. Vivienne grabbed it and put the jewel in her pocket, before continuing to feel along the wall for any other secrets. Meanwhile, Chat Noir watched in horror as Vivienne pulled the miraculous out of the safe. This at the least confirms his father is involved somehow. Then the group accidently hit the right buttons to open the secret elevator up to Hawkmoth’s lair. When the cameras being worn by Nikolai and Vivienne showed the room with all the akuma butterflies flying around, it was clear that Gabriel Agreste must be Hawkmoth. Finally, Nikolai silently entered Gabriel’s bedroom. And there, resting on his nightstand was the butterfly miraculous. Nikolai snatched it and quickly left the room, as quietly as he came. 

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The Poppy returned to the hotel and gave the two miraculous to Ladybug. Ladybug called the police as soon as she had the miraculous. She told them that some concerned citizens had told her that they thought Gabriel Agreste was Hawkmoth. She also told them that after some investigation it was proven to be true and she had recovered the missing miraculous, making it safe for them to go arrest Gabriel. When the police arrived, they found Gabriel tearing the mansion apart, looking for his miraculous. He was arrested just in time for the morning news. Soon rumors started that the other members of the Agreste household were involved as well. Adrien, feeling he had no other choice at the time, had already revealed himself to Ladybug and accidently in front of the Poppy as well the night they recovered the miraculous. Marinette also revealed herself to him. So, knowing that Adrien wasn’t involved, Ladybug publicly announced that she had cleared Adrien of any wrong doing and that he had no idea what his father had been doing. Adrien ended up living with the Dupain-Chengs, being unofficially adopted until a more permanent situation was decided on.

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Once everything had calmed down, Remy and Jett started joking that Marinette and Adrien should join them on a heist. Or at least, it had started as joking. Soon, the rest of the Poppy had joined in and they were completely serious. Jett would often wrap his arms around their shoulders, saying “Come on you two! You could do some amazing things for a heist. Think of the possibilities!” Of course they both immediately denied it. After all, Paris’ heroes couldn’t be involved in crime. But then Nikolai said that they could just steal back a stolen painting from another thief and return it to its rightful owners. The Poppy didn’t care about keeping whatever they stole, they just wanted to go on a heisting adventure with the two kids they viewed as their siblings. When he heard the suggestion, Adrien was excited and begged Marinette to agree. Eventually Marinette relented. The combined force of the Poppy begging and Adrien’s puppy dog eyes was too much.

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They worked a small heist with the Poppy to steal back a painting that had been stolen from the Louvre many years ago. It didn’t take long to retrieve the painting and Ladybug and Chat Noir made sure it was returned, anonymously so as not to raise any questions about how they recovered the painting. Soon after the heist was completed, it was time for the Poppy to leave Paris for their next heist. The thieves came by the bakery to say goodbye to Tom, Sabine, Marinette, and Adrien. They never thought these four people would become so important to them, but now they couldn’t imagine their lives without them. After saying goodbye to the group and seeing them off, Marinette and Adrien went back up to Marinette’s room. When they opened the door, they saw something shining on Marinette’s desk. Sitting on her desk were two golden pins. Two golden poppy pins. The two teens smiled wide as they picked up the pins and fixed them to their shirts, happily waiting for the day they would see their friends, the Poppy, again.

[tmntgirlie]

TMNT x Depressed Reader

Hey all! Long time, no post! I hit 200 about a month ago and had promised a special post, but fell into a spiral until recently. To celebrate hitting 200 (and beyond) followers, I decided to make an x Reader headcanon on how the four turtles handle and help their SO get through their depressive episodes. I hope you enjoy!

TW: Mentions Depression

Leonardo

Though not as socially sensitive as his younger brother, Leo has almost an internal radar whenever you are feeling even a little bit off

He does his best not to overwhelm you with his turtle-ness in this time

But honestly?

That’s all he wants to do

He doesn’t quite understand mental illness, but he understands that you have depression nonetheless

Some days, he’d never guess

But on other days?

Oh honey, he can tell as soon as you walk in

He’s immediately at your side with a cup of tea (or any warm beverage you like, really)

Asks you how you’re doing so that you can tell him yourself, or not if you don’t want to

Being with you for so long, he has learned good things and bad things to suggest

Play intense videogames? Bad

Monopoly? Bad

Disney movie? Good

Sex? Maybe

Cooking dinner together while just a little bit tipsy? Even better

He would do just about anything to see you smile again, even if you’re not smiling at him

He will be your ear, he will be your shoulder to cry on, he do his best to be anything you need him to be

9/10

Raphael

Raph has his own mental troubles, so he tends to not be as sensitive to others’ feelings

You have to tell him (almost like speaking to a child) how you’re feeling or else he might not ever catch on

Your relationship is entirely built on the basis of not only communication, but comprehension

He accepts the fact that you have depression, and on his own does his own research how to be supportive, but will often have to ask you what exactly you need

Word for word, letter for letter

You really can’t blame him- nobody is perfect, not even your boyfriend

He’s no mind reader

What really matters to you is that you can tell he tries, and boy does he try hard for you

The first time you came to the lair in a slum, he immediately suggested that the two of you go for a walk through the sewers

In that moment, you realized how much he really cared

Because he took it upon himself to research things that could possibly help with depression (and you even recalled a few articles that discussed this)

Sure, you couldn’t go for a walk with a beautiful scenery at dusk, but the sewers was the next best thing

Better that laying on the couch, contemplating your entire existence

He had various activities up his ‘sleeve’ for the two of you to partake in

In fact, you recalled finding that very list under his pillow

It was titled ‘Y/N’s Dispossession of Depression’

You swore to yourself that you’d never admit what you found

Even though it warmed your heart

8/10

Donatello

Donnie can smell it on you

He really can, I swear

He will leave his desk to be at your side, but he won’t ask you what you need from him

No, he has food ready (your favorites, of course) and a cheesy rom-com and the night off from patrolling

He hadn’t been surprised one bit when you first told him what was up

He had a feeling something was up, but didn’t want to ask in case you weren’t sure what it was yourself

In fact, after you confirmed his theory, he became an expert overnight

Donnie made you a bracelet with two buttons- one for ‘needs attention’, one for ‘needs space’

You used that bracelet even when you weren’t in the middle of a dark episode, but he didn’t mind

You liked that you could press a button and he would be at your window in five minutes or less

Once, it was only two minutes

He liked to take you on late night drives in the Shell Raiser where either one of you would blast music that got you right into your feelings

Some drives, there would be complete silence, and you would just hold hands and enjoy the lights of the city

This guy even found a way to segregate water in the sewers and filter it to make a pool in an otherwise unused section of the sewers

Flowers, floating candles, you know the drill

Not that any of this made your depression just magically go away, but it was easier to deal with floating in clean waters surrounded by flower petals, floating candles, and a hunk turtle

10/10

Michelangelo

He just needs a little help understanding you sometimes

Sure, he gets his bouts of ‘am I even good enough?’ and darker thoughts, but not enough to put a label on it

Hell, when you first told him about your diagnosis, he was shocked

“What? But Angel, you’re always so happy!”

He couldn’t imagine you being sad and down for no reason at all

He wanted to fight it

Like, physically

With fists and nunchucks

After you explained that it wasn’t something you could fight like that, and you explained how it actually worked, he listened

Once he got the jist of it, he had so many ideas

Some of them were good, some… Were questionable

One time, you came to the lair feeling down and he presented you with twenty different grilled cheese sandwiches

We’re talking different bread, different cheeses, some with meat, some not

He’d ever so sweetly ask if you were ‘in the mood for the night of your life’

Because, in his mind, sex fixes everything

Almost everything

Although not the most resourceful at handing you in your worst, you appreciated that he tried his best

7/10

[mackenziebrooks]

Safe Place

Summary: reader starts to get hate from her coworkers who think that Pro-Hero Charge-Bolt could do way better than being with the reader.

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x reader

Word count:

Warnings: former self-harm, older scars, slight yelling, slight depression episode, bullying from coworkers, angst, fluff, cute, sad, dark, tries to self-harm again but stops, soft. Mental health, (If I missed any please let me know)

A/N: Here is a Denki fic that I recently thought of from a prompt that I had saved. I thought this fic would help someone who is going through some tough times right now. The ones that need a reminder that you are strong and that you can overcome anything and overcome this block in your life. I hope this also helps the ones who are feeling down put a smile on their face. Because everyone deserves to be loved and feel happy. Plus who would not want Denki being this cute and soft! Being your safe place!

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Dating a pro-hero always has its ups and downs. Always wondering if they’ll be okay when they have to go out and save the city. Didn’t think that dating one was in the best interest of you, but boy was you in for a wild ride.

Denki or Charge Bolt, as you know him by both names. Did anything and everything he could to get your attention. He would bring you coffee to your work desk when he was at the agency. He would send you cute little notes in your folders. Heck, he even got his best friend and pro-hero Red Riot to help out since you did work under the spiky-haired hero.

You knew he was a flirt. Go chase every girl that he thought was pretty. Those things are the reasons why you didn’t give him a chance. Plus it didn't help that you had a difficult past and you were just scared to let him in.

Some way and somehow, Denki was able to convince you to go on a date with him. Without any hesitation, you agreed, to give the sweet electrifying boy a chance. After that date, the two of you were completely in love with each other.

It did take you a bit to tell him about your self-harm scars. Telling him that you used to self-harm. Because you had been in some rough relationships and just felt alone. Though you stopped and quit self-harming, knowing that you were stronger from what tried to hurt you.

Denki didn’t seem to care about your scars. Denki did go and ask his friends for advice on how he should talk to you. Like what was he supposed to do? Because he was scared he was going to mess up and ruin everything with you. All his friends said the same thing “Just tell her you love her and you would never let her down”. Denki took their advice and it has been the best that he could ever receive from his friends

Denki did tell you that he went to his friends. Told you he didn’t know what to say or do. Because he was scared. You assured him that you were okay with what he did. It meant that he was going to make sure that you had a happy relationship with him. You loved him for doing that.

Denki would always tell you that he loved you every single day. Telling you that no matter what your body looked like. He would always love you. With that, you knew he was the right boy for you.

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While work seemed to be going alright, for you…. it wasn’t the best days at work.

You could hear some of your coworkers trying to whisper amongst themselves, but you had excellent hearing. You could hear them say things like “Why is Charge Bolt even with Y/N?” or “What does he even see in that scarred up girl anyways?” Manly, it was the ones who were jealous that Denki chose to be with you, instead of them.

Their rude comments were getting to you. You kept your head down as you continued to do the tasks that were scheduled for you to do for the day. Trying to take your mind off of the comments. The friends that you did have in your work office, kept asking if you were okay. You would just tell them “Yeah, I am fine. It's just something that I have to deal with”.

Even if you tried to focus on work, their voices still lingered in your head. You couldn’t go and talk to Kirishima about them, because he was on patrol with Bakugou and Denki. Props to being with Denki, you get to call his friends by their last names when you got the chance to. Other times, it was by their hero names.

All you could do was just sit there and wait the rest of the day out. Ready for the day to be over so that you couple pack your things up and go home.

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Finally, work ended and you couldn’t have been happier for it to be over. You walked out of there and decided to take the bus home. Normally you would walk home or Denki picked you up. Today, you needed the bus ride. Because you had a lot of things going on in your mind. Why did they say those things? Were they jealous because you had close relationships with the pro-heroes?

You pushed the questions out of your head as the bus stopped. You got off and decided to walk the rest of the way home. It was that much of a walk to the house. For you to have a shitty day at work, the scenery on the way home was beautiful.

Once you got to the house, you quickly got inside and shut the door behind you. Slowly, you made your way towards the bathroom. The dark side of your mind was taking over, telling you to go back to your old ways. Telling you to cut. You got to the bathroom and opened up the medicine cabinet. You took one of Denki’s extra razor blades, then sat down on the floor. You sat up against the bathtub. The way you looked at the blade was with determination. Knowing you were going to cut your flesh as you’ve done before.

You twirled the blade in between your fingers for a few seconds. You brought the blade towards your forearm, where all of your other scars were. Feeling the point of the blade touch your flesh. You were going to let blood flow, but you didn’t. Just then something in your head snapped, you quickly stopped and dropped the blade.

You started to breathe very heavily and had one of your panic attacks. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to calm yourself down. It wasn’t working. You couldn’t control your anxiety or your breathing. You needed your Safe Place. You needed Denki.

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Meanwhile, Denki had just walked into the house and shut the door. He pulled his glasses off and spoke “Lighting bolt. I’m home”. You heard him and yelled “Denki!”. Denki could hear the desperation in your voice and race to the bathroom. He stopped and just stared at you. Seeing you crying, seeing you panicking. He looked down at the floor, noticing the blade laying there.

Denki’s heart took a deep dive into his stomach, realizing what you were going to do to your beautiful skin. He bent down to pick the blade up and put it back in the medicine cabinet. Denki turned back around and sat down on the floor in front of you. You looked up at him, knowing he was going to get angry with you. Denki asked softly “Were you going to cut again Y/N?”

You replied, “I-I was, but something in my head made me snap out of it and I stopped. I guess it was just my mind telling me that I should not do this”. Denki took your hands into his and started rubbing them. He was doing it so you could be able to control your emotions. Denki spoke, “Why were you going to do such a horrendous thing?”. You took a deep breath and explained about the incident that happened at work. Telling him how some of your coworkers were talking about you. Wondering what he saw in you. Wondering why he was with you.

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Denki listened and felt just a tiny bit of anger, but he let it go. He would have a talk with Kirishima about your shitty coworkers sometime tomorrow.

Right now, helping you was more important than getting into those thoughts.

You finished your explanation and stared into his sunshine-colored eyes. Denki brought your hands up and kissed your knuckles and said “I am sorry that you had to go through all of that baby girl”. Denki started to kiss all of the scars on your arms. Every single one of them, Reminding you that he loved your body. He spoke “You are so goddamn beautiful. Your skin is something that you shouldn't slice up or destroy. You should be moisturizing your skin, getting sleep to make it glow, and putting body wash on it to make it smell good”.

Denki brought his lips up towards you and kissed you. He pulled away and looked into your eyes. He had so much more to say to you. Denki stated, “I deserve every single piece of you Y/N. All of your flaws. All of your scars. All of it. Why? Because I love you for who you are”. He leaned his forehead against yours’’. Denki added, “Mean, I didn’t do all of those things to get your attention for nothing right lighting bolt?”

He was right. Denki did anything and everything he could to win you over and it worked. The two of you had a great relationship. Alway making each other laugh and smile. Always talking to each other about the things that were on each other’s minds. The two of you may fight now and then, but nothing too serious. Usually, it was over who ate the snacks that you were taking to work the next day.

You spoke “Yeah I know babe, you did it for nothing. You got the girl of your dreams”, giving him a small smile. Denki kissed your forehead and said, “Come on baby girl, let me run you a warm bubble bath. After that we can cuddle and watch whatever movie you want to watch tonight”. You looked at him and said “With all of my favorite snacks also?”, Denki spoke, “Yes, with all of your favorite snacks”.

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You smiled and nodded your head. Denki pushed himself up on his feet and held his hand out. You softly took it and he helped you up. You stood back by the door as Denki started to run the warm water. He poured in some lavender bubble bath, so it could help your tense body relax. Denki happened to grab all of your body washes from the shower caddy, onto the sides of the tub. To make it easier for you to grab without reaching for them. Denki stepped out so a second to go get you some more clothes and towels.

Denki has seen you undress before, but tonight he knew you needed the time to yourself. You slipped out of your clothes and stepped into the bath. Inching your body underneath the water. Once you were fully in, you laid back and let all of the trouble from the day just ease away.

Denki came back and you looked up at the clothes that he had for you. He beamed “I brought you some fuzzy pajama pants, fuzzy socks, panties. Not a pair of thongs. We aren’t having one those nights tonight baby. I also brought one of my shirts for you princess”. He set them down on the sink and looked at you. You said, “Thank you, babe”. Denki sat back down on the floor so he could be eye level with you.

The two of you just stayed there talking for a few and then it went silent. Just taking the time to admire one another. It didn’t take long and the water started to get cold. You pulled the plug from the bathtub and let the water drain out. Then you stood up from the water and waited.

Denki hopped and grabbed a cup to help wash away the bubbles on your skin. Taking water from the bath that didn’t have bubbles and poured it all over your body. Your ankles were fine if there were some bubbles left. It was just easier to clean off with a towel.

Denki handed you a towel and you started to dry your body off with it. Denki spoke “Finish getting dressed princess, I am going to go and get everything set up”, with his cheeky smile as he left the bathroom

You shook your head smiling and yelled “Denki you are crazy!”, Denki hollered “Yeah but I belong to you, babe!”. You wrapped the towel around you and grabbed the panties Denki brought you. Slowly, you slide them over your legs and put them on. Letting the towel drop. After that, you put on the fuzzy pajamas and the fuzzy socks. They felt so warm and cozy against your already warm skin. Lastly, you slipped Denki’s shirt over your head and smiled. It smelt so much like him and it made you feel even better.

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You turned the light off in the bathroom and headed towards the living room. You walked in and saw Denki had everything set up. He had your favorite snacks, candy, and drinks out. He even had your favorite blanket laying on the couch.

You looked over as Denki walked in with a bowl of popcorn. He was going out of his way to make you feel better and feel loved. Denki smiled and said, “What are you waiting for babe? Go get your favorite spot on the couch”. You smiled and made your way over towards the couch. You sat down just as Denki made his way over towards you.

He sat down beside you and placed the popcorn on the coffee table. Denki grabbed the blanket and covered the two of you up. You cuddled up to him and he wrapped a protective arm around your waist. Denki switched the television on. Denki spoke “What movie do you want to watch baby girl?”, You said, “Anything babe. I do not mind”.

Denki put on a comedy movie and set the remote down. A few minutes into the movie you had to get something off of your chest. You confessed, “Denki, I appreciate all of this, but you didn’t have to do any of it”. Denki turned his head towards you and looked at you.

He had to do everything he has done for you tonight. Because you deserve it. You are his queen and his queen needs to be treated the way she deserves to be.

Denki responded “I needed to do this Y/N. Because you deserve it. As a pro-hero, I have to protect the citizens of the city. But, I am also your hero and I will do everything in my absolute power to protect and take care of you.

You were speechless. This electrifying boy, just made you feel all happy inside. It’s been a while since you felt butterflies in your stomach. Denki just made that feeling happen.

You laid your head on his chest and said “You’re the best babe and I love you”. Denki kissed the top of your head and spoke “I try to be at least and I love you more sunshine”.

[alaffy]

The Umbrella Academy, ep. 1x01 - We Only See Each Other at Wedding and Funerals

Right now, I’m trying to play catchup on a number of shows that I’ve wanted to watch but just never got around to it.  I know some of the basics of The Umbrella Academy.  I knew that it’s a story about how a number of women suddenly find themselves ready to give birth, even though they weren’t pregnant moments before, all on the same day.  And I know that some rich, white man went around the world and managed to purchase seven of these children in order to turn these children into some sort of super hero team (wow, sounds like a horror story). I also can see I’m going to have to keep a list of characters open as there’s no way I’m keeping them all straight.

Watching the first episode, I was kind of reminded of Doom Patrol.  There’s the same kind of quirkiness to it, although not as much humor (at least in the first episode).  You also have the same story of a man who takes in those with unusual abilities, runs tests on them, and wants to create a team out of them. Although I will say Niles Coulder is probably the less of the two evils (in that he’s still a bastard, but he did seem to care for those who lived in his house).  

So, there were seven children.  One, Vanya, seems to been the only one without powers (although I know enough about the comic to know that’s not true).  As they all grow up, one (Number Five) disappears and one (Ben) dies. And, as the rest of them get older, they go their own separate ways.  Vanya even writes a tell all about being the normal one in the family.  

Of course, Dad (as they call him) dies and so the five return home.  It’s here we meet Mom, who’s an android, and Pogo, who is talking Chimpanzee ( a very intelligent talking Chimpanzee).  Luther doesn’t believe that their father died a natural death and believes someone stole the father’s monocle.  He also believes that maybe one of the siblings had something to do with the death. No one else seems to believe this. However, as they are about to scatter the ashes, a rift opens and out pops Number Five (a 58 year old man mentally, but stuck in a 13 year old body).  Unlike everyone else, he doesn’t have a name as I guess they were all given ones by Mom after Number Five disappeared.

So, everyone starts to separate and we find out a few things.  Alison’s powers may have ended her marriage.  Diego, who was adamant that the monocle wasn’t important, actually has the monocle and drops it into the Ocean.  Klaus, who can talk to ghosts, seems like he see Ben quite frequently.  Number Five seems to have been through some shit.  He’s been to the end of the world and, at some point, somebody put a tracker into his arm.  That somebody sends a group of men to grab him and he kills them.

Then, he goes to Vanya’s apartment and tells her about the end of the world.  He also tells her that he doesn’t know how it happens, just that it occurs in the next eight days.

I will say that the first episode does feel somewhat cliché, but sometimes cliché’s are unavoidable. And, while how they’re setting up the story feels like something I’ve seen before, it doesn’t mean that the story itself won’t be interesting.  I think, right now, my favorite character is a tie between Number Five and Klaus.  At this point, the show hasn’t won me over yet but it’s done enough that I want to see where it goes for a bit before I decide how I feel about it.