#anyone else just that either he's not friends with anyone else or he's really really bad at showing it

[moonstruckme]

hi!! if you’re up for it could i please request a poly marauders (or really any of the marauders) x passively depressed/apathetic reader. like reader being nervous about a doctors appointment and having health anxiety but then saying “oh i don’t even know why i’m scared because it’s not like i’ll care if i die,” and the boys just being like ??? just a lot of comfort pls!! love your work btw!! (sorry if that’s kinda confusing 😖 english isn’t my first language)

Thanks lovely <3

cw: depression, reader has some passive suicidal ideation but it's from an outside perspective

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 850 words

Remus rubs your shoulder after you get off the phone call confirming your doctor’s appointment. You sink into his side like dough softening at rest. “Would you like me to go with you?” he offers. 

You hum, quiet and complaisant. “You don’t have to.” 

“I don’t mind. It’s after I get off work anyway, isn’t it?” 

“Yeah.” 

“So what else would I be doing but being with you?” He says it with some levity, hoping to inspire a similar feeling in you, but you don’t crack a smile. 

Instead, you sink deeper into his side, the collar of your jumper rising up to bump your chin in the process. You look like a tortoise retreating into its shell. Remus kisses your hair. 

You’ve been rather in your own head lately. Quiet, passive, not really laughing. It tears at Remus’ heart to see you so upset with yourself, but he’s not very worried. You’ll come out of it. He’ll help you. And he’ll be here with you in the meantime. Even if it doesn’t always seem like you care for him to be. 

“Do you not want me to come?” he asks, trying not to let insecurity leak into his tone. 

“No.” You finally look up at him, your sweet eyes guilty. “No, I’d like you to come. If you want to. I just, I know it’s not fun, so if you’d rather stay home…” 

Remus makes a dismissive sound, relieved. “Don’t be silly, I always have fun with you. Sweetheart, you could make the doctor’s office fun.” 

This time you hear the humor in his tone and smile. It looks like it costs you some effort. “Thank you,” you say quietly. 

He shushes your thanks away, going back to rubbing your shoulder. “Are you nervous?” he asks. 

You sigh as though disappointed with yourself. “Yeah. I don’t know why.” 

“That’s alright, lovely. It’s not how anyone wants to spend their time. And you always worry that something awful’s going to be wrong, but it never is.” 

“I know,” you say dully. “But I don’t get why I’m worried. I don’t even really…” 

You trail off, your mouth wincing like you wish you hadn’t said anything at all. You won’t look at Remus. 

He knows what you wanted to say. 

I don’t even really care. 

You don’t care about much these days. What you eat for dinner, how long your commute from work takes, what film your friends want to see at the cinema. But Remus thought you still cared about some things. The important ones. A heavy, sick feeling takes form in his stomach. 

“Hey,” he says softly. It takes you a few moments to look at him, but you do. You look the tiniest bit afraid. Not in the same way he is; not for yourself, only for what you might’ve revealed. “Can I give you a hug?” 

You frown, nodding like of course. Remus uses the arm already around your shoulders to bring you into his lap, your knees folded on either side of his hips. When he rubs your back, you curl forward to put your face in his neck like you’ve been waiting years to do it. 

Your warm breaths tickle against his skin. He loves you so much he thinks he could collapse under the weight of it. 

“Thank you for making the appointment,” he says, making broad, sweeping circles on your back. “It matters to me that you’re healthy, and that you’re taking care of yourself. It’s important.” 

You deflate a bit against his front. He can nearly picture you shutting your eyes, brows pinched. “Remus…” 

“I love you,” he presses his lips to the side of your head, “so much. We’re going to be old and feeding birds in the park one day, you know? I need you to be able to come sit on our bench with me.” 

There’s a prolonged silence, wherein Remus begins to worry he’s frightened you into reticence, but then, “We already feed birds in the park.” 

He smiles. “We do. But it’ll be much more becoming when we’re all feeble and grey, won’t it?” 

“You’re feeble now.” 

“Oi,” he laughs. Utterly delighted with you. “When did you get so sharp?” 

“Sorry.” Your cold nose bumps his throat. 

“That’s alright.” Remus kisses your head again, not wanting you to begin feeling guilty. “I know you don’t mean it. My sweetheart.” 

You go quiet again after that. Remus tries again. 

“So, it’s a date then? Me, you, park on the corner in fifty years?” 

“I’ll have to check my calendar,” you mumble lazily. 

“Mm, do that. See if you can pencil me in.” He rubs your back. 

“Who knows if there’ll even still be birds then.” 

Remus hums. “God, yeah. I hope there are. We’ll still be there, at least, won’t we?” 

It’s transparent, this plea for reassurance. He cringes with the audaciousness of it, worries you’ll decide now to stop sharing anything with him at all, but after a beat of quiet you sit up. 

“Yeah,” you murmur, laying a simple kiss on his lips. “Course we will.”

[one-green-frog]

NO BBECAUSE I WAS WRITING A REQUEST AND MY PHONE WENT OFF SO I DIDN'T KNOW IF IT ARRIVED TO YOU, (it it arrived then I'll change the plot) anyways, I'll try and send it again, Jason todd x Male reader who's (you choose) best friend's , jason doesn't like the reader much, so he decides to know him better by coming like red hood in his apartment early in the morning, he pretty much interrogates the boy who's not taking it all seriously. They get closer, the family notices Jason being more friendly, maybe because of someon, and tease him to take over for dinner the special person. THANKS FOR EVERYTHING 😼

Here At Midnight

The first time Jason saw you, he was angry. And not the kind of annoyed angry either, no, he was angry angry. There was something about you that just didn't sit right with him. To him, you weren't the friendly, charming person everyone else was so eager to want to believe you were. Dick had brought you in as his friend, new instructor at the gymnastics center where he worked. "Great with kids," he'd said. "Same sense of humor, really easy to get along with. Just a really nice person."

But Jason wasn't convinced.

There was something… off. Something in your smile that made his stomach turn. It wasn't jealousy, per se. Jason knew that something was off, he had this feeling in his chest He just knew there was more to you than you let on.

So he did what any good brother would do: he started to stalk you.

It wasn't a great plan, Jason never really had great plans, to be truthful, but it was good enough. A bit over-the-top in hindsight, maybe, but reasonable by his measures. He figured he'd just drop by, check to see if you'd made an error, find something out. And so Red Hood paid you a visit one night. Your apartment complex was in the bad side of town, which, to Jason, was reason #48 to be suspicious. Breaking in was a cakewalk, the window was not even locked. Sloppy.

And this is how you caught him, fully dressed up, armed, and fuming, in your living room/kitchen combination like he owned this place.

You were startled, sure. But not scared. Just confused. In all honesty, you genuinely had no idea what you could have done to make Red Hood appear in your apartment. You didn't sell drug, hadn't recently murdered anyone, weren't embezzling from crime families (as far as you knew), and generally kept your head down. Maybe you were losing your mind, maybe it was a dream, or maybe Gotham was just Gotham-ing that day.

You'd woken up in the dead of night craving a snack, cereal, hot chocolate, you hadn't decided yet, only to walk into your kitchen and find one of Gotham's most feared vigilantes standing next to the kitchen table

You didn't scream. You didn't lose it. You just stared at him, grabbed a bowl, and started filling it with your cereal. Because what the heck else were you going to do?

Jason didn't know what to do with that. Really, to say that he was surprised that you did not cower in fear would be the understatement of the year. You stared him down, then just kept on going about your business as if this were a normal Tuesday. He figured maybe you were pretending trying to keep calm.

But still, it really infuriated him.

He tried to rattle you. He was standing there with the gun, delivered a monologue of how he would be watching you, how you better sleep with your eye open, how you were on his radar. Your response? Slow blink and chewing your soggy cereal.

"'It's just suspicious how someone living around here just becomes best buds one day with one of Gotham's richest guys," he'd said, as if reasoning his home invasion would make it any better.

Your stone expression "Type shit." put the nails in the coffin.

He left. Irritated. Confused. Angry. He reminded himself that you were playing games, pretending, lying to your real self. So he did what he said he would do: he watched you. Day and night. He watched your movements, your habits, your friends. He kept an eye on your flat from a distance, followed you when you came home from work, even broke into your flat a few more times when you were out.

He was looking for filth. Something illegal. Anything.

But you? You were boring. The most illegal thing he ever caught you doing was stealing a $20 bill on the street. And even he had had to admit he'd do the same.

Still, the drop-ins persisted. Midnight visits became standard. At first, they were filled with threats and and warnings. But over time, they changed. Jason spoke more, about his day, the idiots he had to deal with, the criminals he beat up, the whole circus Gotham still was. Somewhere between the late-night complaints and the bubbly hanging out on your kitchen countertop while you toasted bread, something shifted.

You didn't even have to try hard. You just… treated him like a human being. Not like a time bomb, not like Gotham's boogeyman, not even like Dick's angry brother. Just a guy. A guy who was often irritated, sometimes lonely, and always tired. You made him feel safe.

And soon enough, his family also noticed his behavior.

The change was subtle, but real. Jason, typically described as feral or angry, trigger-happy was calm Maybe not sunshine-and-rainbows, but less angry. Smiling. Speaking more. Hanging around at the Manor. Almost having a genuine conversation with Bruce. The others were stunned. This wasn't the Jason they knew. This Jason seemed as if he could breathe again.

So naturally, they just couldn't wait to taunt him the absolute shit out of it.

"You have a boyfriend? That's kinda gay, bro."

It was non-stop. No peace. Tim, Steph, and even Damian loved it. But there was real support behind the teasing though. They could tell the difference you made, and they wanted to meet the guy who made it. So they invited you over for dinner.

Jason was mortified at first. But he agreed for you.

You were a bit nervous, understandably. You were meeting your friend's brother, a infamous crime lord, the family was made up of detectives and vigilantes who could sniff out lies at a mile radius. Even if Jason said that he didn't particularly care for them, you saw it in his eyes that he still wanted their acknowledgement. He cared, even if he didn't admit it, and that made you want to try it. To be liked. To be accepted, even a little bit.

Dinner was... insane.

The shovel talk was really a just a death threat to your life by Damian (naturally). Bruce tried to talk to you but was repeatedly interrupted by his own children. Everyone talked over everyone. There were way too many in-jokes and arguments about the Batmobile. Chaos, plain and simple. But you stood your ground. And better yet, Jason looked at you like you hung the stars.

That night, on the way home, he vowed next time would be better. You didn't even care, because to you, it was perfect in its own imperfect way.

And when he came back to the Manor, saw his siblings' teasing smiles and Bruce's nodding, knowing approval, he knew he'd made the right choice.

He chose you. And for the first time in years, he felt like maybe, possibly, he might have something good.

I am so sorry this took so long😭😭😭 i hope you still enjoy it and thank you for requesting

[sturnsblogs]

some idea for frat boy Chris au

•either reader or chris getting a partner as a "rebound" and end up cheating w each other.

•they went to a party got drunk maybe one of them got in a fight or walked in on with someone else and ended up leaving tg? (not sure that makes sense)

•maybe adding more tension with Nathan? Or even readers best friend..

BABY PLEASE

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

—

Nathan has ALWAYS had a thing for you.

Even when you treated him like a backup plan, he couldn’t help but want you.

So as soon as he found out you and Chris weren’t doing your thing anymore, he immediately slid up on your story.

Nathan:

you look really pretty.

Nathan:

i mean you always do, but that pic?

you looked…different. good different. soft.

Nathan:

sorry if that’s too much, i just had to say something

You:

no it’s not too much

it’s sweet

thank you

Nathan:

i’ve kinda been waiting to say something

just didn’t feel like my place before, you know?

You:

and now it is?

Nathan:

only if you want it to be

i’m not trying to push anything

but yeah…

i’ve always seen you. like really seen you.

You:

why didn’t you ever say anything before?

Nathan:

because he got to you first.

and you always looked at him like there was nobody else in the room

even when he didn’t deserve it.

Nathan:

i didn’t wanna be the guy waiting around

but i kinda was anyway

so here i am.

Nathan:

i don’t expect anything

just figured it was my turn to be honest.

You:

you’re kinda smooth, nate

has anyone ever told you that?

You:

because if they haven’t… they should

You:

also

i don’t think you’ve ever made me smile this hard through a screen before

You:

i always knew you were sweet

but this?

you’re being dangerous

Nathan:

dangerous huh?

should i stop?

You:

mm…

no

i kinda like it

You:

but just so you know

you’re not allowed to make me fall for you on a tuesday night over texts

that’s not fair

Nathan:

no promises

i’ve been waiting too long not to try

Nathan:

sooo…

how would you feel about hanging out sometime?

like a real hangout. just us.

could be a date. could be whatever you want it to be

Nathan:

i just wanna see you

no pressure, just… you and me

You:

hmm

depends…

Nathan:

on?

You:

are you planning on making me smile in person too?

because if so…

i might say yes

Nathan:

only if you promise to smile for me

deal?

You:

deal.

i’m free friday. pick me up at 7?

Nathan:

say less

friday at 7

and don’t think i won’t show up looking fine just to impress you

You:

i’d be disappointed if you didn’t

It was late—around midnight—when your phone started buzzing non-stop. One message. Then two. Then three. By the time you checked, you had over ten new messages. All from Chris.

Chris:

wow

u really said yes to him?

that’s funny as fuck

Chris:

you couldn’t wait like two seconds before throwing yourself at someone else?

Chris:

you’re such a fucking slut it’s crazy

Chris:

he told me

you couldn’t even pretend to give a fuck huh?

Chris:

hope he fucks you better than i did

Chris:

actually nah

you probably don’t even care

you’d take anything that gives you attention

Chris:

you’re really out here embarrassing yourself

congrats

Your fingers hovered over your screen for a minute. Your heart was pounding. That familiar sting in your chest hit hard. But you weren’t about to let him get away with this.

You:

are you serious right now?

You:

you told me to be your friend, chris.

this is what friends do now? blow up my phone & slut shame me for moving on?

You:

nathan showed me respect. something you couldn’t even spell.

You:

you don’t get to do this.

not anymore.

Chris:

i was just mad

fuck

i didn’t mean all that

You:

no. you did.

and it’s fine. now i know where we stand.

You:

don’t text me again.

Chris:

please baby i’m sorry

i didn’t mean it i swear

Chris:

i was drunk

i was pissed

i just—i freaked out

Chris:

the thought of you with him made me lose it

Chris:

you know how i get

you know me

Chris:

please don’t shut me out

i can’t take it

Chris:

i fucked up, i know i did

but i didn’t mean that shit

not really

Chris:

you know you’re not like that

i was just hurting

Chris:

i’m hurting now

please talk to me

Chris:

i miss you so much

i don’t even sleep anymore

it’s just you in my head

Chris:

just tell me you hate me or something

anything

just don’t leave it like this

—

A/N- THANK YOU FOR THE IDEAS ANGEL. ALSO do you guys prefer mean chris or nicer chris

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[heyhoeudoin]

DONE DEAL

"We're definitely not just friends."

pairing: bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

words: 4.1k

genre/s: fluff, fake-but-not-so-fake dating??? (or to be specific at first it was fake and then they never really broke it off), mature

warning/s: swearing, she/her, manipulation?, slightly flirty reader?, mature themes: cigarettes, alcohol, implied underage sex (reminder: don't do this and also teens do bad shit all the damn time especially underaged)

synopsis: you offered a deal to bakugo, not knowing that it'll last longer than you think

masterlist

a/n: damn, i am on a writing spree. i daydreamed this idea and i had to write it.

"hey, hotshot," you called as you placed your upper arm on the shoe locker.

bakugo loudly clicked his tongue as he slammed his locker door shut. "what do you want, cheater?" he asked, turning to you with a frown.

you rolled your eyes at the nickname. "one of these days someone will misunderstand that lil' nickname you gave me," you retorted as you leaned your back on the locker and crossed your arms.

l/n y/n, quirk: lady luck. she is incredibly lucky! like seriously so! everything will go the way she wants it to go. she can easily get anything she wants either with a massive discount or for free! and also, luckily for her (pun intended), she can turn this ridiculous luck on and off.

bakugo raised his brow at you. "okay, okay, so valentines soon," you stated. "as in "february's about to start" soon."

"fuck, don't make me remember," he groaned. "useless shitty ass calendar event. what the fuck is even the point of that shit? it only brings me those stupid squealing bitching extras." his hands popping with small explosions.

you laughed at his description as you nonchalantly covered his popping palm with your own. "well, what if i tell you that you can get rid of those "stupid squealing bitching extras" if you get together with me," you offered.

bakugo narrowed his eyes on you as he slowly swiped his palm away from yours. his pupils seemingly glowing at the focus. "the fuck do you want?" he asked once more, this time his tone lower.

you smiled at him, hitting back with narrowed eyes as you pushed yourself off the locker and turn your body towards him. "think about it real well, darling," you called. "those you call "stupid squealing bitching extras" will be even more desperate this year since it's your last year here. their last chance essentially. and well, would you look at that, i, too, also got my own stupid squealing bitching extras and it's also my last year—in case you forgotten," you teased to which he growled.

"so it'll be a win-win scenario for the both of us. no one will bother us on that forsaken calendar event. and hey"—you shrugged—"i know you wouldn't mind being with me out of anyone else in this damn school. besides, we can always stage a break up before graduation, or on graduation if you want chaos."

he said nothing.

"...are you using your cheating quirk on me?"

you eyes widen just a bit. "genuinely, no, so your decision is all on you," you tell him and he knew you were telling the truth because he knew that you never once lied to him before. "and you know i don't like using it on you—it takes away your charm if you become easy for me."

bakugo grumbles at that comment, also knowing that it's true.

"fuck you, fine, i'm in," he declared as he extended a hand towards you. his body now facing yours.

you slapped your hand over his and shook on it. "guess we're official now." a wide grin on your face.

like sealing a deal with the devil.

katsuki never once cared about getting into relationships and whatnot; much less romance and shit. it's why he despises valentines day so fucking much. those whiny bitches always bother him, and then his shoe locker gets fucking filled with the useless crappy notes and those too sweet chocolates and shit.

it pisses him off. truly.

it's why he accepted your deal in the first place. it would give him freedom on that annoying day.

but... he didn't expect to be content with being in a relationship with you—albeit fake, but still. bakugo would never admit it out loud, most especially never to you, but you were right. he didn't mind being with you out of any of the damn extras out there.

you and bakugo's relationship is rather simple, contrary to what most believe it to be. during first year of aldera, you two got assigned together for a final project. he expected you to cower at him, but that's not what happened.

you were feisty (and flirty). you were actually confident in yourself, and it genuinely wasn't an act nor because of your quirk. it was just... you. you also didn't suck up to him as much as the other extras did. you weren't fucking fake basically, and it was refreshing to see.

after that first year, you and him would sometimes hang out... in and out of school whether doing something you'd like or doing something he'd like; which is most of the time since you're the type to not go out all the fucking time. you'd rather laze around and shit which is why you were mostly there for whenever he trains; just there because "why not" you said. and then on the off chance that you do want to do something or hang out somewhere, it would either be in a vip hotel or a damn fancy ass resort that you just happen to get rooms at for free; if not those two, then off into a mall at harajuku or some shit, stealing buying a shit load of stuff.

and then when it comes to each other, you two shared unspoken rules (that were sometimes brought up). he had his own set and you had your own like how you didn't like using your quirk on him and you try not to lie to him while he tries not to scream at you and you're the only one who he allows inside his house.

nothing really changed when the two of you got together. the only thing that really changed is the now added calling of the first names amongst the several nicknames you had for each other. that's it, really. everything else was pretty much the same. bakugo didn't like big changes, so knowing that not much has changed; it was good.

the ringtone you set on his phone for your contact started ringing in his room. begrudgingly, he answered, "the fuck you want, cheater?"

you laughed; it ringing in his ear. "do you want to stay with me in a hotel for a few days?" you asked which made him recoil his head.

"the fuck?" he lets out. "didn't we just hanged out in a hotel?"

"well~ yes~ but this is a different hotel!" you exclaimed. "you know that fancy shit building at aoi-ku? it's that one. the so-called best hotel in shizuoka."

katsuki turned to his computer and searched it up real quick. "you mean the one that's in front of the bullet trains? you cheating bitch, i'll fucking bite, why?"

you let out a giggle. "apparently i'm being given a suite room for free for at least four days and three nights, and, that's not it, all services they provide will be free for us to use as well."

katsuki is still amazed by your fucking cheat of a quirk. even though he heard a lot of these already from you. you weren't the type to brag, but you are the type to just casually drop these shitting things all of a sudden.

he sighed out loud. before he could speak, you added another thing.

"they have a pretty good gym by the way."

"fucking fine. when's check-in?"

so here he was in the hotel's lobby, carrying his and your school bags and nothing else. he watched as you sweet talked the receptionist as if she was an old friend (she definitely wasn't), and claimed the keycards. it was already rather late by the time you both arrived.

during that phone call, you told him to pack a case (once a-fucking-gain) and bring it to school the next day so that you can chauffeur it in the morning to the hotel. once school finished, you both headed to the hotel. which took a while since it was quite further away from campus.

"let's chow!" you exclaimed as you waved the keycards at his face.

he yanked one of the cards out of your hand. "you sure we can walk around in our uniforms?" he asked with a grumble. the lobby was consisted of people in fancy ass clothing: formal and semi-formal.

you waved your hand at him after tucking the keycard into your skirt's pocket. "pshh it's fine. who cares about them," you tell him as you grabbed his hand and started walking.

katsuki wasn't one to admit it out loud, but he was insecure about people holding his hands or even touching them because of his sweat. he was against the hand holding at first because of this, but you insisted that the two of you should at least hold hands in public for the idiot extras at school to start spreading rumors. he was expecting you to start being all disgusted and shit at his sweaty palms, but you didn't even mention it once.

"sweaty hands? so what? sweat is normal," you had simply told him.

the two of you claim a spot next to big window that showed the city's lights that glowed under the night sky. he plopped down your bags next to the parallel chairs as he took a seat in one of them. he usually let you get your pick first since you were fast at picking (aka you're picky so you take one look at certain food and then walk away).

"alright~ give me a bit," you bid him as you walked away with a carefree atmosphere.

he watched you walk away.

you like katsuki. you really like him. it helped that he wasn't a dumbass like the rest of male population in aldera. you and him were always switching between first and second in the year. the only stupid part of him is dealing with feelings—it was cute, honestly, and it became a goal for you as well. to try and read him as best as you could and be the only one who could read him like a book.

you like it when you know someone so much about someone that you can easily predict their moves.

but... there was one thing you never expected from katsuki. and that was him initiating your first kiss together.

it happened a week and a bit after the two of you got together. you were at his place late at night (once again), and once more, you were pretending to sleep next to him. the first time you slept over during the newfound relationship (which was like two or three days later you two got together), you were insisting on sleeping on the same bed while katsuki was reluctant. when you woke up that morning, you laid on your back while he laid on your chest comfortably.

that was then you decided to keep sleeping in the same bed whenever you'd come over.

the next time to came over (like two days later), your insomnia hit. it sucks. your insomnia. it happens randomly wherein you just couldn't sleep at all, and when you do manage to fall asleep, you wake up two hours later. it sucks. so here you were pretending to sleep next to the warm katsuki whose arm is around your waist.

you should've known that he'd realize you were not asleep.

"go to sleep, y/n," he murmured into your shoulder. his hot breath tingling your skin.

you nervously chuckled. "ahah... i will," you tell him. "just give me a minute..."

he then raised his head and laid it against a propped arm; his head on his open palm. he stared at you with heavy eyes as you stared back nervously. you're used to katsuki's stares—you get it all the time! (from both him and other people). but this one... it made you nervous because it was a stare that meant he was figuring things out.

he stood up, saying nothing. he didn't look back at you as he went past his door. you let out a breath you've been holding. you laid there, staring at the ceiling, in his bed. stupid insomnia...

katsuki arrived back into his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. you only glanced over to him then pretended to snuggle into the sheets as if you were gonna go back to sleep or try to go back to sleep.

he wasn't convinced.

he crawled onto the bed and grabbed your chin with his hand, quickly turning your head towards him. you blinked as it happened all so fast. you felt water inside your mouth as you instinctively swallowed. the last thing you realized was katsuki's lips against yours.

you stared at him in confusion and shock as he just casually got back into the sheets. you weren't laying on the bed anymore, you were propped up by your arms. "you... katsuki..." you stammered, not knowing what to say.

he looked back at you with furrowed brows. he then clicked his tongue and pulled you back into bed and into his arms. "sleep", he had simply said.

you fell asleep a while later, feeling warmth around and in you.

later that morning, you realized he had slipped you a pill in that first kiss.

after the two of you ate dinner, you both headed straight to your shared room. katsuki opted to check if no extra touched his stuff while you went straight to take a shower.

the room was big, almost like an apartment room and it even looked like a penthouse with that big window wall that showed another angle of the city. you really outdid yourself this time, katsuki mused. you had told him that you'd have this room until sunday (unless he wanted to extend, to which you said you probably can).

tomorrow's valentines day.

the one last thing that connected the two of you together.

katsuki didn't want it to be over.

the shower door opened and out you came dressed in your silk lace nightgown. it was a sight he was used to since you'd always wear the same pajamas (if he could even call those pajamas) whenever the two of you have a trip like this (even before you two got together).

"hey, let's order alcohol," you had suddenly said.

he turned to you like you grew another head. "we're fucking minors, dipshit," he tells you like you didn't know that.

you rolled your eyes at him. "i know that, dipshit. are you forgetting what my quirk is? i can get us whatever we want and i want to try that whiskey i saw on the menu."

so here he was in the fancy hotel apartment penthouse room, feeling warmth spread throughout his body even more so than he usually feel. the room smelling like hard liquor and cigarettes.

you puffed out one last smoke from your mouth as you stubbed out the bunt into the provided ashtray. you threw away the now empty pack of the white seven stars off into a corner (you took the last two cigarettes during the past two hours). he knew of your smoking habits that started around a few months ago, and he's tried his hardest to make you stop—the alcohol is fine, but he draws the line at smoking.

"you need to stop smoking you fucking bitch," he blatantly pointed out.

you scoffed as you rolled your eyes yet again at him. "like it'll ever affect me," you say. "my quirk protects me from fucking feeling everything. how damn lucky is that huh? it's so stupid. it's so boring. i want to feel something, you know?"

he narrowed his eyes at you. you never told him this. "when the fuck did you feel like that? you never told me this shit," he tells you.

"hah!" you let out as you take another shot. you had ordered another bottle after ordering the whiskey—vodka this time. "not even fucking alcohol affects me! well, a bit, but i'll never get to the point of total drunkness. i'll be forever tipsy at most."

"are you fucking kidding me?" is the only thing he can say because what else can he fucking say at this moment. he's not drunk enough for this feeling shit.

you laughed. "of course that's all you can say. you always feel everything, katsuki, but you don't know how to properly express that. i want to feel how extreme you could feel, but i know there's one thing you never feel. you'll never feel for me."

"for you?" he repeated. "what makes you fucking think i don't?" he suddenly asked, catching even himself off guard.

"what?!" you let out, genuinely shocked. "you're just saying that, boombox." you turned your head away. the embarrassment crawling up your neck.

"no the fuck am not. what makes you even fucking think that i never once feel for you?"

your breath hitched. "because, holy shit katsuki, you just don't! i can't fucking fathom that you could actually feel something for me."

he reached over to you, forcefully grabbing your chin and turning it to face him. "you shitty oblivious cheating bitch," he growled, his teeth baring. "who said you can decide what i fucking feel? y/n, i don't fucking just let anyone in my home, let alone my damn bed—i don't just fucking kiss anyone!"

the room fell silent as only your ragged breaths could be heard. you opened your mouth, then promptly closed it back. he let go of your chin as he slowly started leaning to you.

you connected your lips to his.

when you made this deal with katsuki, you weren't expecting to share any major gestures that were romantic and/or intimate between you two because you were fully convinced the he didn't like you like that. sure he kept you around, but that's because you were different from those idiots who usually hover over him and follow him around.

you weren't like that.

you weren't some loser. you took pride in being someone katsuki was willing to hang out with, and someone that can drag him to places to without him making too much of a fuss.

so imagine your surprise when he gave you his first kiss. he was completely casual about it too! the motherfucker never brought it up, or talked about it and shit after it happened. well, you expected that since he's an emotionally constipated bitch—

you never questioned why he kissed you. why would you? he's always been the type to let his actions speak louder than his words. you knew him that well—and that kiss? he definitely likes you too (whether he inwardly realizes that or not).

the two of shared kisses since then, and he'd always be the one initiating it.

but you wanted more.

you figured that he was probably waiting for a signal from you—a form of consent to keep going. you didn't know how to initiate.

until now.

that night... that kiss... it was the final seal that intertwined the two of you together.

and that morning, you woke up next to katsuki, naked but warm and late for school.

you and katsuki walked into campus unashamed of the visible bites and marks that littered all over your necks.

you walked around yūei's cafeteria, sipping on a grape juice box (which is actually mixed with whiskey). that was when you saw a certain loud blonde. smirking, you walked over and slammed a hand on the table.

"what's up hotshot?" you greeted the blonde who looks up at you with an amused smirk. "been a while—oh! perfect timing, i've got a free house at this water resort. you wanna come with?"

he scoffed. "you cheating bitch, the year hasn't even fucking started," he commented.

"cheating?!"

"bakugo you dated this hottie?!"

you turned to his group of friends who actually doesn't look like a bunch of pushovers (a major upgrade to those two idiots that katsuki used to hang with in aldera). you snorted. "i told you someone's bound to misunderstand that nickname you've gave me," you commented as you jerked your head towards them.

"uh—" started the spiky red haired one. "if you cheated on bakubro, that's not very cool! you need to leave."

you rose a brow at him, amused. you turned back to katsuki and tell him, "you've got some good company there. we can bring 'em too if you want."

he ignored you and went straight to screaming at the red haired one. "shut the fuck up shitty hair! not that kind of cheating!"

you laughed at katsuki's usual outburst. you then reached over and took hold of his chin, turning him to face you. "but seriously though, go with me to that water resort! we haven't gone to anywhere together for a while. we've only been talking through phone because you were busy and shit—and i'm starved." you winked at him.

he rolled his eyes at you as he harshly took your hand off of him. "of course you fucking are," he simply said. "and when the hell did you even apply to yūei? thought you wanted to go to tokyo?"

"and be away from you? oh please, don't pretend like you ain't glad to see me here," you quipped. "and besides, yūei's still a pretty good school. i'll get rich here easy in the business course."

"wait wait wait!" the pink one disrupted. "who are you to bakugo here? because never would i have thought to know that he has an ex-lover or something."

you laughed. "i mean, well, i can't fucking deny that! this brute teared through confessions left and right," you exclaimed as you sipped on your mixed juice. katsuki narrowed his eyes at the box you're carrying, ignoring your comment, before snatching it off your hands. "hey!"

he took a sip before scowling, not from the taste but from the fact that you're drinking alcohol. "you fucking shit!" he exclaimed before whispering out, "you're drinking this shit this early?!"

you rolled your eyes before snatching it back from him. "oh calm fucking down, as if i'll ever get caught."

"damn cheater."

"wait, if bakugo says you're not a cheater, relationship-wise, then why does he keep calling you a cheater?" the one with black hair asked.

"oh, my quirk makes me incredibly lucky like i get literally anything i want, whenever i want," you explained.

"what?! that's so cool!" the yellow one exclaimed. "since you're not with bakugo, wanna go on a date?"

bakugo smacked the yellow one. "fuck off! who says she's not with me?!"

"WAIT!" the pink one exclaimed yet again. "so you two are really together?!"

you hummed before shrugging. "well, we're certainly not just friends, but we're not together either," you say as katsuki turned to you with furrowed brows.

"the fuck are you talking about?" he says.

you turned to him with a raised brow. "what?" you asked, confused. "didn't we break up?"

he scoffed as he shook his head, looking in disbelief. he pointed at you as he said, "how fucking high were you to think we broke up? we've been fucking together for more than three months!"

you widen your eyes at the claim. "wow! ...you're keeping track?" you asked, feeling the shyness creep up as you twirled a strand of hair with your free hand. "you're more romantic than i thought."

"fuck off! that's because i ain't no forgetful bitch."

you laughed, unaffected by his teasing insults. "well, i've gots to go~ have to pick something up before lunch ends. it's nice meeting you, bakugo's friends~" you finger waved at the group who waved back in a trance as you walked away.

"wow... i gotta be honest, bakugo, she's way out of your league."

"shut the fuck up, soy-sauce face!"

bonus:

after lunch, the bakusquad immediately went to ask midoriya about bakugo's girlfriend.

"midoriya! midoriya!" they scampered over to the shocked green haired boy who's confused on why he has the sudden attention.

"uh yes? you guys?" he stammered out with wide eyes.

"does bakugo really have a girlfriend?" exclaimed kaminari.

"woah, a girlfriend?" jirou piped up with an amused look on her face. "who in their right mind would date him?"

"fuck off, ears!" bakugo exclaimed with his teeth baring.

"girlfriend? ah! y/n-san," midoriya mentioned. "wait, you met her here? i thought she went to tokyo?"

"shut the fuck up, deku!"

"ignore him," says mina. "so how'd bakugo pull her? she's like such a hot girl. she could totally do better than that brute." she jerked her head to the sitting loud blonde who pointed a middle finger at her.

midoriya lets out a nervous chuckle. "well, those two have always been close since middle school started. and then valentines..." he burst red at the thought of it.

"woah! you okay there midobro?" kirishima asked, seeing as the boy turned red in the face.

"well, they're definitely together—!"

masterlist

[lemotmo]

What do you think Temu's role is in next week's episode? Apart from the funeral, (though I have fucking idea why he's carrying the coffin and not anyone else from A shift)

(Hopefully his final one!)

Yeah, the choice of him carrying that coffin is just weird. The 118 isn't just made up of Hen, Eddie (will be back soon), Chimney, Buck and Ravi. There are plenty of other firefighters at the station. We see them all the time in the background. It would make more sense that one of them would carry that coffin. He was their captain too.

But for plot reasons I suppose they decided to use Tommy. 🙄

I do think Tommy is there for a reason. We've seen in 15 that Buck and Tommy are back on good terms, but we also know that a relationship between them would never work. One, because Tommy knows that Buck isn't as interested in him as he would like him to be, mainly because he heavily suspects that Buck is in love with Eddie.

And two? Well, he is right. Buck is in love with Eddie. He just doesn't want to see it or even acknowledge it. 🤷‍♀️

But how could they fit that in the episode?

Well, I keep coming back to all the parallels between 7x03, 7x04, 8x15 and possibly 8x16:

I've been thinking about Tommy's arc. It started with him flying his helicopter to save Bathena (7x03). The next episode (7x4) he tried to woo Eddie, but ended up kissing Buck.

Now he, once again, flew his helicopter to help save Chimney and the others in 15. He showed up because Buck called him.

We also know that Eddie will be back in 16. I've speculated before that I think there'll be a convo between Tommy and Eddie. I really think this I'll happen as a parallel to 7x04, where Tommy and Eddie were shown to be friends. We do know that Eddie stopped talking to Tommy when BT broke up, so it might be a bit of an awkward conversation where both feel out of their depth.

Additionally I potentially see Tommy give Eddie some kind of hint as to not wait to long to go after what he wants or something generic like that. Which will undoubtedly puzzle Eddie and might be something that he can't get out of his head in the two last episodes.

So, my current theory for 8x16 is that they will parallel the scene where Tommy comes over to Buck's loft in 7x04. Only this time it won't end with Tommy kissing Buck.

So Tommy shows up at Buck's house after the funeral to check in on him and finds Eddie already there, taking care of Buck because Eddie knows exactly what Buck needs. At the same time Buck will also take care of Eddie, because he lost Bobby too. Tommy will probably also find out that Eddie is staying with Buck as long as he's in LA.

Cue the awkward conversation (+ possible hint) with Eddie I talked about in the paragraphs above. Tommy might then have a short talk with Buck (probably in the kitchen again) that links back to the kitchen conversation after they hooked up.

And that might just trigger Buck to realise that life is too short. He can't just keep denying these feelings he has for Eddie. Cue Buck realising and accepting that he is actually in love with his best friend.

It might even end with a nice Buddie scene after Tommy leaves. Now, in a perfect world it would end with a Buddie kiss to parallel the BT kiss, but I don't think we are quite there yet. It seems a bit too fanficy. And also... Bobby just died. Now might not be the best time. 😫😂

So most probably Eddie will ask Buck if he is okay and Buck will just stand there trying to be normal with the realisation that he has fallen in love with Eddie.

Oh and let's not forgot the Bathena parallel in both episodes either. In 7x03 Buck and Athena had a reunion on the ship with Buck, Eddie and Tommy looking at them.

In 8x16 they'll (hopefully if Bobby is still alive) have another reunion as Bobby will be back. Probably with everyone there to see it.

(Yes, I am a Bobby is alive truther. Trust.😌)

I also don't think that Eddie's realisation will be too far behind once we have confirmation of Buck's feelings. Oliver has expressed his concerns before of not wanting to do the storyline of the bisexual man falling for his straight best friend. So I think they'll try to avoid that by making sure that Eddie will start his own journey of realisation as he starts to get more and more aware that Buck is a part of his joy and happiness in life.

All right everyone, keep in mind that this is just speculation.😋 These are my thoughts about what MIGHT happen in 8x16, based on what we know so far (which is almost nothing) and based on parallels with previous episodes. So please take all of this with a grain of salt. I'm here for the fandom fun, but I'm not clairvoyant. 😉

This might shock you, but I have been wrong before in my spec. 😂😂😂

[multiheadcanons]

EVERYONE LOVES SCOUT!

soldier: soldier likes scout! sometimes he’s annoying, and his mouth will write a check his ass can’t cash, but he only thinks that until he beats scout’s ass and the kid gets back up, stumbles to the infirmary, and returns like nothing happened. sometimes even ready for round two! he greatly respects the kid’s moxie. even when it’s being used against him. how else do you keep a tool like that sharp, if not to test it on the people you trust? and soldier is always willing to be a crash dummy. and usually, scout is too. they can egg each other on into catastrophic situations.

pyro: pyro loves scout! scout has become what pyro can very confidently call a friend. a close friend, even! they can’t normally keep up with scout, but pyro is also one of the only members of the team he even bothers to try to slow down for, and the consideration is touching to pyro. they greatly appreciate the fact that he’s willing to slow down to help keep them involved. the only issue that pyro realistically has with scout is that scout is, to them, a little bit of a scaredy cat. scout will put out a fire that gets too big, and pyro notices that scout is a situation bailer. he’ll leave when it gets too choppy with pyro. they’re hoping he grows out of that, because they really like him otherwise!

demo: demo and scout took a couple of months to come around to each other. demo never saw scout as anything more than a loud mouthed cocky brat with nothing to back it up. scout saw demo as, for lack of better term, the token hire. demo had to tan scout’s twiggy hide many times for not taking him seriously. and there’s been a couple of times that scout’s got the jump on demo. but after a few months, the issue died, with little discussion being made to achieve the peace. the team was thankful either way. when demo asked scout about it, some time down the road, the kid shrugged in response. said sometimes he just feels a need to fight some people, and demo seemed to be that type, too, and they both happened to be their targets for a couple months. even if he didn’t want to admit it to himself. it made demo think about his temper. they get along quite well now! they still argue often, but it is usually in jest. they hardly think about their first impressions of each other. scout is the only person who has successfully made it off demo’s shit list without dying. it took days of peace treaties and negotiations.

heavy: heavy likes scout. scout is funny, but not because scout tries to be funny, but because scout carries himself like he could actually do something if he wanted to to anyone who crossed him. and it took a few years for scout to prove that he absolutely can do something to anyone who pissed him off. but heavy respects scout for it. scout is almost an annoying little brother. and he’s never had one of those. it’s almost the same as an annoying little sister but nobody says anything when he slaps scout in the back of the head. and he’s already an adult, so they will only continue to mature from here. it’s also funny when scout is having a bad day. one of the few people on the team who can take an incredibly harsh joke here and there. not well, but he can take it. they did come to the unspoken mutual agreement that there will be no mom jokes. scout is almost the devil on heavy’s shoulder. something about scout’s presence makes heavy more willing to cause problems. and scout has never denied heavy the backup he may want to start causing issues. because normally, causing issues alongside heavy is a guaranteed victory.

engineer: as long as scout keeps a five foot distance, engineer loves the kid. he’s goofy, he’s good humored, he’s a nice energy to have around, really! keeps it light while still getting down to the dirt when he has to. however, if he gets any closer, he’s a conniving sneaky rat bastard and he’s planning something. scout is well aware of engineer’s need for space, and engie has become somewhat convinced that scout’s attempts to get closer to him is a trick to lure him into a false sense of security so that fucking with him is easier. because scout loves to fuck with him. engineer cannot help but react (and sometimes overreact) to the bostonian. if he was younger, he’d hate scout. he’s thankful he met scout when his frontal lobe developed, because if he had to interact with scout as a peer, there would be a lot more physical fights on the base. but he likes the kid. just took him a minute to get there. scout is extreme exposure therapy for texan, and he would probably never be caught dead interacting with scout somewhere it would societally matter. but as a lowkey connection, yeah, the kids pretty cool! he wants to know where the kid came from. he wonders if it’s the same willis family he’s heard so much about.

medic: so don’t get the doctor wrong, he absolutely adores scout. but, scout is also the one member of the team he gets into semi regular physical fights with. and it’s not even because he doesn’t like scout, but that he gets… something out of challenging the kid. scout doesn’t even irritate him as much as it would seem scout does, he just makes for a wonderful indulging of primal anger. scout takes hits and comes back for more. scour doesn’t put down an argument until he wants to. and the doctor couldn’t outrun scout to escape him if he tried. so with scout, his best bet is always to stay to fight. and he likes that! keeps him spry and young. keeps him on his toes! and at this point, scout expects it from him. scout knows that if he wants to fight, there is a man who is more than happy to put his hands on him. it’s boring if they don’t both play along. and he’s aware that scout doesn’t like him, and is generally wary of being within double his arm span. he likes it. it makes it more fun.

sniper: when scout shuts the fuck up sniper loves the little twerp. he thinks scout is… so funny. so funny. scout is one of the few people sniper can think of who can crack side splitting laughter out of him. but he talks so much that sometimes snipes misses the absolute gems that come from him trying to parse through the pile of shit. and that devastates snipes. because the kid is hilarious. especially as he grows closer to scout, he starts to pick a lot more fights with spy over him. to snipes, scout is a genuinely good kid. a smart, crafty, silly, well meaning kid who’s doing what he has to do to put himself in a better position. and he greatly respects that out of the bostonian. he really does appreciate the guys presence in his life. he’s just a light. and a right treat to hang around.

spy: scout has been spy’s harsh lesson from reality that he can’t outrun his problems. at least he can’t outrun this one. scout grates spy’s nerves. scout infuriates him, whips him into frenzies only the inside of his smoking room ever see. spy is scout's thematic opposite. scout's nasty, in-your-face, frankly grating personality is not new to men like spy. nor is scout what one would call 'subtle'. i think spy sees not a lot of himself in scout, but there's something about the young man's desperation for something better. but mainly, spy sees his mother in the kid. snotty, bratty, hot headed, crafty, brutal, unnecessarily cruel, and incredibly lucky nobody’s thought to take them out yet. but he won’t be the one to do it. and what room does he have to speak on either one of them, anyway? he left. sometimes scout spews insults at him that genuinely lacerate his heart and he can’t react to them. in fact, he spits back something worse. this is not the relationship he would ever want with someone considered his kin.

[smallestapplin]

Not really a request, just curious for your opinion

On a scale of least-to-most likely to be jealous, what order do you think the Rescue Bots would be in?

I think it’d be:

Boulder - Chase - Blades - Heatwave

Chase and Blades have both been canonically jealous

Chase over Charlie calling the jalopy the “best car ever”

Blades over Dani riding in other helicopters, that episode where Bumblebee came to find that artefact but Dani had her helicopter license temporarily revoked, and that episode where she and Blurr competed in that race

Boulder doesn’t strike me as someone who’d be jealous, Chase seems like he’d be more jealous over his partner being interested in other vehicles rather than being jealous over other people, Blades gets jealous over Dani simply riding in other vehicles so he would DEFINITELY be a jealous partner, and Heatwave is Heatwave

I agree with these 100% but allow me expand on them.

Boulder doesn’t get insecure, he’s very self assured and healthily confident in himself and your relationship, even if he does feel jealous of anything he will go to you first and communicate that in hopes of talking it out.

Maybe reassuring him, and both of you working through it to see what can help from preventing something like it in the future.

Chase gets jealous, but never of you talking to anyone else, no no, he only gets jealous when it’s another car, if you ever go “oh wow that’s a pretty car.” He’s sulking and asking “am I not pretty in my vehicle mode?”

It gets worse if you actually have your own car, he’s already a little upset you’re driving another car, let alone praise it??? This is a crime in his optics. He’s not good at expressing it either, but he will manage to tell you at any given point he is the better car.

Blades…oh Blades, he’s jealous of other vehicles AND people, you could be best friends with Dani too and want to just hang out with her and catch up, and suddenly you’ll come back to the firehouse to Blades eating energon, watching a chick flick, crying as if he just got dumped.

But with other vehicles he gets sassy and passive aggressive, “oh. Why don’t you go ask that other plane you flew around in, since you love him so much!” When the plane is an Earth plane, not even sentient, but he’s acting like it is. Huffing, pouting, and turning his nose up.

Heatwave, as you said, is Heatwave, and he’s the one I will admit has a problem. Much like Blades, he gets jealous of other people and vehicles, but he will give you the cold shoulder with his classic angry grumble.

Cannot for the life of him open up about it, but makes comments like “why not ask me for a ride? I’m better than some scrap heap car.”

With people it’s another story especially if he’s nearby, any time the person you’re talking to opens their mouth his siren will just start blaring until their close their mouth. He actively gets between you or other people, or even scares people away, cause you’re his human and he will be DAMNED if he’s sharing

[evilkitten3]

i like all three of the sand sibs (tho gaara places a distant third on that hierarchy lol) but yeah it bothers me that the only real development we see from him concerning them is him apologizing at the end of the konoha crush arc. he doesn't really seem to think about them much outside of that, and the story shows no interest in them either.

which is weird bc pt one showed temari to be fairly conscious of the political goings-on of the world around her (makes sense; she's a good 3 years older than naruto and co), and the only person from suna we're shown to have a problem with the whole war attempt to begin with.

meanwhile pt 2 put kankurou in charge of the surprise attack division of the war front and then just. didn't really do too much with that. they sealed shin and sasori and that was basically it.

kankurou isn't even there when his dad comes back from the dead (neji voice: join the club) and temari gets it even worse bc she is there and they don't even really acknowledge each other. rasa reveals that the power gaara spent their childhoods terrorizing her and kankurou with was their mother's the whole time. and she just. has nothing to say about that. neither does gaara.

it doesn't even seem to occur to anyone there that karura has two other children. aside from chiyo referring to gaara as "the third child", they aren't mentioned at all in rasa's flashback - not by him, by gaara, by karura, by yashamaru, no one. the ONLY acknowledgement that there's any relationship at all is temari thinking "oh wow that really is my dad" and she has zero reaction to him being sealed whatsoever. kankurou isn't even there, he's busy getting saved by mifune and the faceless nameless samurai gang.

rasa has a line where he says that gaara has bonded with his siblings, but he has no way of knowing that. he doesn't even know if kankurou is still alive right now, or temari if didn't notice her earlier. temari almost gets to fight the third raikage but then the story decides to remind everyone DON'T WORRY NARUTO IS A WIND USER AND HE'S STRONGER THAN TEMARI WE DON'T NEED HER DON'T WORRY SHE'S NOT GOING TO BE IMPORTANT IT'S OK SHE'S STILL A GIRL then all she does is comment on whatever thing naruto happens to be doing and get ignored whenever she says anything else

and the absolute funniest part of this is, during the volume where rasa is fought and sealed in which gaara's bond with naruto is yet again shown to be the one his character mostly revolves around, in that very same volume, less than five chapters later, itachi tells naruto to "never forget your friends" and we get a shot of him thinking about his buddies... and gaara isn't even fucking there (neither is sasuke, but all things consider that does kinda make sense rn and it's not like he hasn't spent plenty of time thinking about sasuke during the itachi+nagato fight)

gaara's bonds with anyone from suna who isn't yashamaru or his parents is pretty much ignored entirely. in under two years, the village accepted him and made him their leader, temari and kankurou stopped being scared of him, and shuukaku mostly stopped bothering him... and we're not shown any of that. we're just told "gaara is what naruto is going to be dw about it" and it's. really bad

Gaara was so boring in Pt 2. He should have stayed a murderous little psychopath. Instead of becoming emotionally stable he should have screeched at people whenever they tried to touch him and killed Deidara for fun

[witchygagirlwrites]

Clover-Part 1

Jay Halstead x Reader (nicknamed Clover)

When all else fails run to Jay

Mentions of sex and crooked land deals?

“No no no no” you groaned as you paced out in front of Gaffney. You couldn’t believe this. Your freaking landlord had sold the building. Everyone was getting evicted and had seventy two hours to get out. What the hell were you supposed to do?

“Clover?” Will stopped on his way past you and raised an eyebrow “What’s wrong?” you shrugged “Oh nothing, I’m just effectively fucking homeless” “Huh?” he asked and you waved a hand “Oh you know, shady developers. Money, meaning more than human lives and it not mattering that I’m a freaking trauma nurse that barely has time to breathe let alone find a new place!” 

“How long do you have to get out?” he asked and you nearly teared up “Seventy two hours” he whistled low “Ok, well me and Nat have a storage unit you’re welcome to” you nodded “That helps with that sort of stuff but where the hell am I supposed to live?” he shrugged “Jay has a spare bedroom?” “And I’m supposed to what exactly? Say hey buddy? How’s it going? Can I move in?”

He crossed his arms “Well you can do that or see if the shelter has bed” you groaned and hit Jay’s number, glaring at Will as you did. Jay answered on the second ring. “Hey Clover, how’s my favorite nurse?”

“Wondering if there was anyway possible I could maybe buy you lunch?” you asked and he whistled low “Before I agree how bad is it?” “How bad is what?” you laughed. He scoffed “I just want to know if I’m cashing in little favors with Voight or huge favors” “No favors with Voight at all actually and thanks so much for the confidence in me” he laughed “In that case, meet you at one?” “Ok, see you then” you hung up and Will nodded “He’ll more than likely agree”

You and Jay had been friends for years. You met right after he graduated from the academy because you’d started at med around the same time. You’d patched him up more times than you cared to ever admit. He was your best friend. If there was anyone on the face of this earth that knew damn near everything about you? It was Jay Halstead. You just wished you didn’t have to ask this of him but everyone else you knew either was leasing themselves or only had one bedrooms.

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You sat in the corner booth of the diner you and Jay always grabbed lunch at. When he walked in you waved at him and he smiled before walking over and sliding in across from you “Well I see no marks, I’m not killing anyone. I ran your name, you’ve gotten into no trouble the last few days and not told me so what’s up princess?” you rolled your eyes at the nickname “I need a huge favor” 

He nodded slowly “How huge?” you swallowed hard “Would you be willing to rent me your spare bedroom until I can find a new place or possibly longer if I can't find a new place? My entire building is getting evicted in seventy two hours”

“What? How did those bastards manage that?” he asked and you shrugged “Shady deals, shadier lawyers?” he shook his head, jaw tense “That’s bullshit but yeah..don’t worry about it. We’ll talk about splitting bills and all. I’ll grab Kev and Adam. We’ll help you get your stuff moved” 

“Thank you Jay. I can not thank you enough” you whispered and he grinned “Hey, we’ve been friends for years Clover, I’m not exactly gonna leave you out in the street” you laughed “I appreciate it either way”

“Is that everything?” Will asked as you stacked the last box into his storage unit. You nodded “Yeah, I mean I didn’t really have too much to begin with. Perks of not being a very materialistic person” he laughed “Guess it comes in handy”

You nodded “I’ve put in calls to a couple real estate companies. I don’t want to intrude on Jay any longer than necessary” “I don’t think he’d offer if he minded” he replied and you shrugged “I know but still. I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea and giving him a hard time you know? Plus I don’t want to fuck up his dating life. Hard as hell to take a woman home if you get there and I’m making coffee at two in the morning because I can’t sleep”

He laughed “Ok, you do have a point there” you grinned “See” then hugged him “Thank Nat for me too?” “Of course”

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You walked out of the storage unit and waved to Will before walking to your car. Jay had already given you a key to his place. It was a little weird but it wasn’t like you hadn’t slept at Jay’s before out of necessity and it wasn’t like now wasn’t out of MAJOR necessity.

You climbed in and turned the engine before heading back to Jay’s. He was at work but would be off in an hour or two. He’d be home about an hour before you’d have to go in, at least with your schedules it wasn’t like you’d be on top of each other.

“How’s my brother as a roommate?” Will asked as the two of you stood in line at the coffee kiosk. You shrugged “Actually? A pretty damn good one. He starts coffee for me, takes out the trash after dark. Calls me if he stops at the store to see if I need anything picked up. We split all the bills coming in fifty/fifty. It’s going pretty good. Which is good considering it looks like there are no places to lease within my budget in Chicago”

He nodded “Good to know. Any issues on the worried about messing up his dating life?” you shrugged “Guessing he goes to their place?” he laughed “Sounds like it’s working good and you’re not homeless. I call that a win for everyone involved”

Jay was nothing short of exhausted. The case had kicked everyone’s ass. He just wanted to crash for a while. He unlocked the door and walked into the apartment. The moment he stepped in a laugh fell from his lips. You were in the kitchen, making coffee. The laughter had come from the fact that you were wearing chucky pjs and rainbow socks. 

“Coffee?” you asked with a little smile. “Sure” he replied, dropping his keys on the table next to the door then stripping his jacket off and kicking his shoes off. You pulled down a second mug and poured him a cup. He walked over and took it from you. You turned and hopped up on the counter “You ok?”

“That case finally closed” you nodded slowly “That’s good. You’ve been having bad nightmares the last week” he raised an eyebrow “You can hear me?” you shrugged “Light sleeper. I’m just glad you haven’t brought anyone home. I would need ear plugs” 

He barked out a laugh “I promise I wouldn’t do that to you” you shrugged “Your place” he nodded “Your place too” you shrugged “True but that’s just weird bringing a man into my male best friend’s home” 

He shook his head and nodded to the couch “Want to watch that episode or did you cheat?” you gasped “I did no such of a thing” and hopped off the counter “Come on” he followed you with a smile. 

This whole roommate thing he honestly hadn’t been too sure of when he agreed to it but so far it was working out pretty well. You and him got along good. You shared quarters well. He didn't feel out of place sharing somewhere to live with you. It felt almost too natural. If you did find somewhere else to go, he would more than likely miss you like crazy by now and it hadn't been but a few weeks.

[fluffyglass]

kind of insane over how gramble has next to no personal belongings. i'm serious. the absolute most that he brought with him to snaktooth island is knitting needles, a basket of yarn, a blanket, and the clothes on his back. the blanket and sweater we can't even be 100% on because we know he made them himself, so he could have made them while already there. even every item he gives in his furniture set is either handmade or a preexisting asset. he has so little compared to literally anyone else. he doesn't even have bedsheets bro. these two images (and one is literally just showing the blanket) encompass every single thing that gramble owns outside of the literal clothes on his back.

the only characters even close to having this few belongings are filbo, who is the generic everyman characterized by how he has absolutely no life outside of being lizbert's friend, and shelda, who is a literal nudist wise woman who meditated in the desert for 3 months to avoid all material temptations. everyone else's huts have so many details in them. beffica owns more glitter pens than gramble does Fucking Anything.

and even then, the few few things gramble does have. They're not really... things. They have the potential to be things, absolutely, but they're not personal belongings in the way that filbo's grumpy babies or, like, wiggle's banjo are. gramble owns nothing except things that he made himself. and i just think that's really sad. does this make sense

[your-favourite-yapper]

the black house burned down on a thursday night, which everyone agreed was the worst day for a tragedy, too close to the weekend for full mourning, not close enough to monday for the office to feel sacred. it was loud and sudden and smelled like old pennies and meat gone off. no one saw sirius for three days after, which is long if you’ve ever met sirius black—who talked like breathing and smiled like bleeding and wore grief like an accessory, gaudy and gold. the papers said electrical fire. the town said curse. someone’s aunt said ritual. everyone agreed it was a shame, especially about the little brother. poor thing, barely grown. people say he spent alot of time around the dirty cows on the pasture-he didnt do much mind you-but whenever he left, the poor farmer swore up and down the cows' eyes had changed.

james potter took it hard, too, though not in the way you’d expect. he showed up to the ruins with flowers—marigolds, stupidly bright, like he didn’t get the memo—and stood there for hours, not saying a word, not blinking either. some kid threw a stone at him. he didn’t flinch. later someone swore they saw him picking through the dirt with bare hands, but they also swore he didn’t leave footprints, and that sort of thing gets you laughed out of the post office. still. the potter boy’s always been odd—especially since his ailing mother's passing—he was just a little too well—odd. he blinked odd, he spoke odd, he was one of sirius’s closest friends and spent ages sitting under the boy's window. most of the kids stayed away, even though the allure of being sirius black's 'friend' would've made anyone do just about anything, except well, talking to james. the adults adored him though, thought anyone who cared for their parents as much as he did was bound to go a little mad once they died. he was, after all a brilliant hunter and kept the butchers well stocked.

one time in ‘07, mrs. duvall’s daughter caught him staring into the black house from the edge of the woods. didn’t wave. just watched. she swore he had something shiny in his hands and when she told her mom, mrs. duvall slapped her and said don’t tell stories about nice boys.

james spent a week after the funeral in the black's house. the butchers would have suffered if he hadnt guven them a truly outstanding amount of flesh before he went. people say sirius came back that monday. hair slightly singed. mouth stitched up tight like regret. didn’t talk. didn’t cry. just sat on the steps of the old corner store waiting. james sat next to him. they didn’t speak. james put a hand on sirius’s knee. no one knew what to say. there was something in the air, heavy and wrong and wet. sirius looked like he was starving. james looked like he knew what he tasted like.

no one really saw sirius after that. someone said they moved away. someone else said they eloped. someone swears they saw james buying two one-way train tickets at the station but only boarding with one. the second ticket was found weeks later in the gutter, folded into the shape of a bird.

the black house is still empty. it smells like smoke if you stand too close. sometimes you can hear whispering if the wind hits just right, soft and wet, like someone kissing teeth.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I'm not sure if this has been answered/asked, or if it's insensitive to ask (I'm not sure, sorry), but where do Shadow and Sonic fall in the aroace spectrum?

WELL. With the vibes I get from them… I don’t really think there’s a specific identity inside the spectrum that fits either of them perfectly. Aroace fits good enough and breaking it down further than that just feels like over-complicating it. it kinda feels like it would take away from the complexity of the characters, at least in my mind if I were to try and cram them into narrower and narrower labeled boxes there’s less room for them just existing. It’s totally fine if other people wanna break it down nothing wrong with that. Just not really my vibe personally. I’m more about exploring for the experience rather than to come to a specific conclusion that was created by someone else if that makes sense.

Besides, Sonic would sneeze if anyone tried telling him he was aroace, let alone what type of aroace, since he’s allergic to conforming to anyone’s understanding of anything ever due to his affinity for freedom and not being labeled or bogged down by anything other than “sonic the hedgehog” “fastest thing alive” and “friend.” He’s got too much duality and conflicting characteristics to put clear cut labels on him and that’s the way uh huh uh huh he liiiikes it uh huh uh huh./lyrics

[annarobszombies]

Can you make a fic of tsukasa and gn reader having their first time after restoring the world and I know I'm asking too much but you could also do some headcanons since they meet and how they starting to dating post and pre purificación.

Please<3

Fun fact: Tsukasa Relationship Headcanons was on my list to do soon, so I'm gonna use this chance to do it now :3

Relationship Headcanons: Tsukasa Shishio

SFW

You meet entirely by chance

You're at the hospital visiting a sick family member, and end up running into him in the hallway while he's going to see his sister

The two of you say polite hellos, and move on

Not expecting to see each other again

But you do

You meet in the lobby, the cafeteria, and again in the hall

Eventually, you jokingly ask if he's stalking you, which has him stunned and a bit flustered

Your relationship starts slow, little more than friendship and shoulders to lean on when things seem dark

He invites you to see him fight, and though you don't always go due to conflicting schedules

He always brightens up when he sees you in the crowd

You become an official couple on a random Tuesday after school

He just drops the question on you when the two of you meet in the park by the hospital, and you agree without a single second thought

He becomes rather protective of you, which gets worse post-petrification

Not a big talker, but is a big listener

Loves him some quality time

Not great with touch at first, but he warms up to it

Doesn't really get jealous easily, but does get annoyed if you tell him someone is getting too friendly

Struggles to decide whether he should wake you or not in the stone world

One one hand, he missed and needed you

But on the other, he's not sure you'd love him the way he was now

He finally decides his want of your presence is greater than his fear, and frees you from the stone

Follows you around like a lost puppy

Has to sleep either with or near you, otherwise he can't be at peace

You're the only one who isn't the littlest bit afraid of him

And honestly, he needs that right now

You're the first person who is introduced to his sister when she is revived as well

The two of you are fast friends, and you take excellent care of her

Which just makes him fall for you even more

NSFW

Your first time together is probably once the world is stabilized

The two of you are in your home, quiet and comfortable

He looks at you, takes your hand, and just asks if you want to try it together

You're the only one he's ever wanted, and he can't imagine having anyone else

It's slow and a little awkward, but you two get the hang of each other easily

But once he's had you once, he can't get enough of you

Will come up behind you, peppering kisses down your neck and shoulders, hands roaming your body in places that make you shiver and moan

Likes having you on top of him

He's always the one overpowering others, so he loves it when you push him back and take the lead

Let his mind melt a little

Doesn't like to be rough with you, at least, not very often

Shower! Sex!

Can, has, and will join you in the shower and press you against the wall

Very gentlemanly about aftercare

You don't have to get up and do a thing, he's already getting towels and water and whatever else you need

Wants to just be close to you afterwards, so expect lots of skin to skin cuddling

Could live the rest of his life buried inside you and not have a single complaint.

[muttoncon]

you are insightful as always!

i think the key mystery at the heart of whitaker’s character for me is the fact he describes his parents as both sacrificing a lot to get him to where he is (when he talks to mr milton) while also saying that, as the youngest of four, he’s lucky if they remember his name (while talking with mohan to the drug seeking father from new york in episode 11). one would assume that the first to go to college would be the favourite, especially if a financial contribution was involved, so i really do wonder what his relationship with them is like… like mr milton says that he bets they’re proud of him and whitaker’s reply is ‘yeah, i guess’ - not necessarily a glowing endorsement!

i don’t think i’ve fully extrapolated my thoughts here, but do you think the sacrifice was solely monetary or was there a concession of faith/expectation?

rubbing my hands together like a little fly this is amazing

i think something to consider is how reliable whitaker is when talking about his family. do his own insecurities cloud his perception of others? to me, whitaker takes on a lot of burdens, more than anyone asks of him. his failures outweigh his successes. so even if his parents are proud of him, all he can see is how much he's put on them. there's also the possibility that his parents could be proud of him, but they just don't express it. so dennis only sees the responsibilities he’s put on his family to get him thru college n med school.

just from talking to my family members & friends that own farms or live way out in the country, there is a sort of selfish feeling that comes with leaving. esp from more religious families, leaving comes across as abandoning traditional values for the secular. there’s also the fact that your family has to either hire someone to replace the work you were doing (probably for free) or everyone else has to work a little more to make up for the absence.

to actually answer the question lol i think it’s a mixture. to admit that he wants to go to college (part of me thinks he initially wanted to go to divinity school but that’s not rlly important) he then has to admit to leaving home for a secular education and also that he doesn’t intend on helping out with the farm anymore. his parents would not only have to accept that but also accept that he needs money for college and med school.

i think whitaker doesn’t see himself as someone his parents can be proud of, so even if they are (and have told him), he’s too clouded by this feeling of being indebted to them to feel it.

[stephexmachina]

hi zeph it’s daisy arrow-ettes :) what would you say is required reading for azdick. asking for a friend

HI DAISY!!!!!! no need to announce yourself i would know our beloved daisymayys anywhere 🩷

this is Such a good question & i am SO HONOURED you asked me (on behalf of your friend, of course 😊) plus if anyone else has seen azdick posts floating around & is thinking "so who's this blonde bitch, anyway?" this guide is also for you!!

i tend to assume that people know a decent amount about dick already, even if just by proximity, so i'll be focusing on jpv here. if you're totally unfamiliar with jpv, you'll want to start with sword of azrael 1992, one of my favouriteeeee mini series of all time. it establishes his origin, personality, & acquaintance with batman in four short issues, plus it's packed full of charm to boot!!

sword of azrael is then followed by the iconic knightfall saga. would i recommend it? ABSOLUTELY. it is, however, super long, & i know lots of people might not be up to that. so if you don't have the time or means to read the entirety of the knightfall saga & you just want to get an idea of jean-paul & dick's dynamic throughout that arc, i'd say the essential azdick reading is: batman #500, shadow of the bat #29, detective comics #676, batman #510, shadow of the bat #30, & detective comics #677.

these should give you an overview of how nightwing feels about azrael/jean-paul + their dramatic confrontation in knightsend. once you've finished the knightfall saga or the condensed azdick reading above, you can jump into azrael 1995, of which #13 is jpv & dick focused. gotham knights #14 similarly spotlights both characters, while gotham knights #30 marks the start of their next falling out, which continues in azrael #91 & #93.

after this, the next jpv & dick conflict doesn't occur for another twenty years or so, in detective comics #1087. & that sums up my personal azdick required reading!!

reading these issues will give you a solid sense of their dynamic, but to understand why they react the way they do i would absolutely recommend reading knightfall through knightsend + no man's land if you get a chance!! the major preboot arcs may seem daunting for their sheer length, but they're well-collected in pretty straightforward volumes, and the stories themselves are genuinely killer.

azrael + azrael: agent of the bat are must-reads for jpv's characterisation – he has the gentlest, most awkwardly endearing personality, & he grapples with some really powerful questions of identity & belonging throughout. if you want a general idea of what you'd be getting into, i'm dropping an assortment of beloved jpv/azrael moments from my screenshots folder below to hopefully entice you to pick up azrael 95:

if you want to take the plunge & read EVERYTHING jpv (& you do, right? of course you do) i've also devised a handy spreadsheet guide to reading his knightfall era appearances!! the chronological list of jpv appearances i referenced is sourced from the dcuguide, i simply colour-coded each issue according to the trade paperback it's collected in for easier reading – e.g. all knightfall vol 1 appearances are in dark pink, all knightsend appearances are in red, etc etc. any uncollected issues are left grey – they aren't included in the TPBs so you'll have to seek them out individually if you want to read them.

plus, if you make a copy of the spreadsheet to keep on your personal drive, you can either tick off each issue individually as you read it, or you can tick them off in batches as you finish each TPB. whatever works for you!! the link to the spreadsheet is here, so go forth & get jpvheaded <333

[servedvenison]

Guys Night | Garret Garrison x Reader

i had gotten a request to write the boys side of my girls night fic, as soon as i saw this rq i dropped everything i was doing and begun writing LMFAO i was so excited to do this. enjoy ^^

Not having spent much quality time together as a trio since their days in the Overworld, Garrett figured Henry was just the right age for a proper “guys’ night.” And what does a guys’ night, appropriate for a fourteen year old, entail, exactly? Junk food, video games, and beer, of course! Well, juice for Henry. Garrett wasn’t looking to get another slap on the wrist from Natalie.

Unsurprisingly, despite technically being the same age as Garrett, Steve had never experienced the joys of a guys’ night either. It was up to Garrett to host what he declared “the most life-changing experience a man could ask for.”

“Fellas,” Garrett announced, slinking his arms around the two, “Ojalá no estuviera tan solo means ‘this is going to be the best night of your lives.’”

———

Henry found himself unusually excited for the night. Despite having made a few friends at school, he genuinely enjoyed spending time with Steve and Garrett, even if their idea of fun (or more specifically, Garrett’s) didn’t exactly match his own.

Garrett had dug up a few vintage video games from an old box at the store, classics that Steve actually remembered playing back in the day. It was some typical fighting game, Garrett’s specialty, so it wasn’t surprising he had something like that lying around. As Garrett tried to teach Henry the controls, the conversation gradually shifted to their social lives.

“So, uh, Hank... you talk to any girls yet? Y’know, especially after that whole jetpack thing made you the talk of the school.” Garrett grabbed a fistful of chips while Steve and Henry stayed locked in on the screen. He wrinkled his nose. Clearly this kid hasn’t hit the typical drooling-over-girls phase yet, he thought.

“Uhh, I guess not. I don’t really care about that stuff. I’ve got bigger things to focus on,” Henry said with a shake of his head.

Garrett gave him a look like he’d just claimed the moon was flat. Sure, that kind of answer wasn’t that weird coming from a kid like Henry, but nobody?

“Seriously, dude? When I was your age, I had, like, five girlfriends.”

“Nobody was a huge hotshot like you were, GarGar.”

Neither of them knew if Garrett was telling the truth. The guy was a serial liar, but it was hard to deny that his childhood “fame” was made up. This guy having five girlfriends was totally believable, crazy right?

Henry sighed as Steve’s laughter filled the room. He stood up, hands in the air in mock defeat, as STEVE WON flashed in bold letters across the screen. Without breaking his stare, he dropped the controller onto Garrett’s lap.

“Well, what about you now?” he asked. “Aren’t you and Y/N dating?”

That one caught Garrett off guard. Steve snorted as his character slammed Garrett’s into the ground again.

“What?” Garrett’s voice cracked. “No way, kid. Y/N’s just my bro. Realmente me gustan. I’d never date a bro.” Garrett was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. This conversation had him on edge, which only made it easier for Steve take his character down. Garrett wasn’t even paying attention to the game anymore. He knew he was a terrible liar, painfully aware of it, actually—but was it really that obvious?

He’d had a crush on Y/N since the '90s, always too much of a coward to do anything about it. It didn’t help that they constantly threw him into the “bro-zone” with everyone they met. Even though Henry wasn’t looking directly at him, Garrett could feel it, he’d seen right through the bluff.

“You sure? You’re always flirting with them,way more than you do with anyone else. Don’t even get me started on—”

“Hank, don’t act like you know more about getting chicks than I do.”

That shut him up.

tbh i have such a bad habit of making my fics small afff 💔 i might make another part and make it longer.. perhaps.