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[thargelalia]

Love at first shot - pt. 1

jason todd x fem!reader

adulting is hard, especially when you need to deal with Gotham's misadventures and its crazy ass vigilantes

or alternatively, this is how you meet Red Hood for the first time

-> +5k words

-> slight dark content, mild angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers

-> warnings: violence; guns; blood; lots of swearing; mentions of drug dealing, and organized crime; poor attempt at humor; reader is unhinged, don't mess with her; jason looks like could kill you, and he could, but he's also a cinnamon roll <3

The hospital’s fluorescent lights contrast sharply with the dim orange glow of Gotham’s street lamps as you step outside. The cold autumn air nips at your face, a welcome break from the stuffy, sterile environment of the hospital. You’re exhausted but find a small sense of accomplishment as you reflect on your day. 

Dr. Joshi had pulled you aside earlier to express her satisfaction with your work performance so far, and you couldn’t be happier. She did warn you, though, to ‘take it easy’ because professor Chinwe apparently had a chat with her about your tendency to forgo any sense of self-care in order to achieve perfect results. 

Or whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean.

There was no sleeping on a scholarship before, and there’s certainly no sleeping on a residency now. No time for slacking off. You’re not going back to counting pennies to buy subway tickets again. Or choosing between having lunch or dinner because you can only afford one. Or mending shoes countless times until the soles effectively fall off and there’s nothing else to be done. Sure, you’re still not rich. But you’ve managed to successfully move from the dorms into a small apartment in Burnley. That’s a hell of an accomplishment already.

These are some of the thoughts that accompany you home during the bus ride home.

Desperate for a hot shower and yesterday’s leftovers, you climb the stairs leading to the second floor with what energy is left in your body. A yawn escapes your lips as you trudge through the corridor, feet stopping at the mat saying make yourself at home (but remember you’re not there). 

Much to your horror, the door to your apartment is ajar. 

Light escapes through the crack. 

Muffled sounds of struggle and stuff breaking are coming from the inside. 

Also, another thing.

You live alone. 

Shit.

Now, a reasonable person would probably back away slowly and hide, immediately calling the police. 

A reasonable person would be desperate and frightened to the core. 

But you’re not exactly a reasonable person. 

You’re a first year medical resident that spent the day busting your ass off only to come home and find… your cousin fighting – or better, trying to survive – the Red Hood in the middle of your living room.

“What the fuck is going on here?!” You eye the mess of broken vases, dirt spread on the floor, chairs thrown across the room, fallen paintings and shards of glass everywhere, until it stops on both figures at the center of the chaos. Red Hood’s hulking frame is hunched over your cousin, grasping his collar. His other hand freezes mid punch in the air. “Ezra???”

Ezra, your cousin, muttered a weak response akin to your name and a plea for help. Black eye swollen shut and multiple contusions of equal color all over his slender body. You’re surprised he’s not passed out yet. He’s close, though. 

Red Hood drops your cousin to the floor, straightening his posture. He looks twice as big now – if that’s even possible. Dark suit, accents of red on his chest and helmet, looms over you. You’d certainly be intimidated had it not been for the fact that you were fuming. 

These motherfuckers thrashed your entire place.

“This fucking dirtbag is dealing stolen meds and guns through my turf. To kids. He’s lucky I’m not dumping him in the harbor.” A deep modulated voice speaks menacingly.

Oh, yeah. Right. Your family’s aware of Ezra’s illicit activities. Just not the true extent of it. As it’s well known, whoever looks for trouble in Gotham, finds it fast. Or even if you don’t go looking. Like you at the moment. In any case, everyone had already tried to put some sense into Ezra’s head several times, but ultimately he’s a grown man. Dropped out of high school, told everyone to fuck off and said he was now going to do his own thing. 

Sometimes you felt guilty for not trying harder but over the years you realized it’s impossible to help someone who doesn’t want help.

“I can’t even—” you try to process his words, only for your lips to draw back in a snarl. “And what the hell makes you think you’re entitled to kick his ass at my place?!”

“I only followed his tracks here.” Red Hood has the audacity to shrug. “Got the drop on him before he could steal your shit. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“Not much to steal now, huh? Is this your way of stopping house robbery?” you’re seething, gesturing wildly around like a madwoman. “Can’t steal what’s broken into pieces, jackass!”

“Your boyfriend told you that?”

“Go to hell!”

“Already did.”

A moan of pain snags your attention to the floor. Damn. You’d forgotten about Ezra. Red Hood approaches him again, seemingly wanting to finish the job.

“Wait!” You hold your hands out to stop him. “Don’t do this. Let me handle him.”

“Nobody fucks with me and lives to tell the story, doc.”

You choose to believe he knows your profession only because he’s seen the graduation pics before getting into action with Ezra. And not because he already had intel on you. Or had stalked you before due to Ezra’s stupidity. 

“Oh, yeah? And how about me? You fucked with me!” Whole face is now burning as you practically yell. “You’ve no idea how long it took me to finally be able to rent a place and buy my own shit! You self-righteous vigilantes need to get off your fucking high horses and actually see the amount of damage you cause under the excuse of ‘helping’! So do me a fucking favor and fuck off!”

You’re out of breath by the end of your outburst. There’s a beat of silence before Ezra starts contorting himself on the floor while coughing out blood. Red Hood looks between you and him, seemingly contemplating his next move.

“As you wish, then. He’s your fucking problem now. But if this son of a bitch shows his weasel face near my turf again, I’ll get him clipped.” You crouch down next to Ezra as the vigilante backs away and swings one leg over the windowsill. “One more thing, doc.”

You snap your head to him. “Play it smart with your words next time. Not everyone will be nice like me.”

Unfortunately, he’s out the window before you have a chance to flip him the middle finger.

“Shit. What am I gonna do with you now?” You heave a sigh, beginning to assess the damage in your cousin’s body. 

There’s a brief moment in which you consider just leaving him there like that and deal with everything in the morning. After all, you’re exhausted and it’s not your fault he got what he went looking for. 

The only thing left to do is to patch Ezra up and get him off the floor and onto the couch as he’s completely out now. His heartbeat and breathing are slow but steady despite everything, so he’ll live. Probably going to need a trip to the hospital to check for internal bleeding tomorrow, though. That is if he wants to, which you doubt. And also if you don’t decide to dump him in the river yourself until then. 

Grabbing a broom, a trash bag, disinfectants,  and other products, you clean what you can from the mess strewn across the place, not forgetting to scrub the small pool of blood off the floor. Good news is apparently Red Hood managed to catch him in the living room and kept the destruction there. Sadly, you’ll have to replace your brand new TV, three of your poor plants, an armchair, a few portraits and chairs. 

Tidying everything up as much as possible, you left to go straight into the shower; falling into bed face first afterwards, not even bothering with blankets. 

Walking into the living room the next morning and discovering you hadn’t dreamed at all about last night shattered your inner peace, anger rushing back in tidal waves. You were supposed to be getting ready for work now but instead you’re calling Dr. Joshi, bargaining to work an entire night shift in order to deal with family business this morning.  

After that, you’re dumping a whole bucket of cold water on Ezra for him to “wake the fuck up, bitch”.

You give him several pieces of your mind, threatening to bestow his face with another black eye to match the other one when he dares to intervene. The only reason why you won’t press charges against him is solely to prevent your aunt and uncle from having a heart attack. 

When you’re done, Ezra only provides a half-assed apology about things going out of his control, arguing that Red Hood is a “deranged psycho on steroids”, and that you should be more understanding of the situation as a family. But when he actively calls you selfish, saying you always got it easy as a student and now as a doctor, and thus have no right to be bitching about money, you lose it completely. 

The feral scream that comes from the depths of your soul is enough to make him bolt out the door without looking back, injuries be damned and all, as you let yourself drop into the wet couch cushions with a sniff.

–//–

It’s the middle of the evening on another day off when your apartment is yet again invaded. 

This time by an enforcer claiming that Ezra listed your name as someone who could pay his trafficking debts. Wonderful. He gave this gang both your home and work address. 

The criminal barged in with a kick to the front door. Not even a peep heard from your neighbors. Not then, not now. 

Rather you than me. It’s the Gothamites way of life. 

You had just finished cleansing and moisturizing your face inside the bathroom when you heard the noise of wood splintering. Not fast enough to hide, the enforcer soon found you, pulling roughly on your upper arm and shoving you into the living room with even less care. 

So, yeah, now there’s a gun to your face. 

Despite your heart beating faster than a hummingbird wings, the knees wobbling, and sweat starting to coat your back, you try not to let desperation completely cloud your judgement. 

The criminal was demanding the cash, threatening to shoot in case you don’t hand it to him, stating he knows you got it, so there’d be no way out of this. Meanwhile, your brain tries to come up with a solution. 

Think. Think. Think. Think. 

Skimming through several mental philes in a flash.

Ah. 

Krav Maga. 

This one might work.

If it doesn’t, then… well. 

Let’s just say it was nice sticking around long enough to watch Beyoncé’s Coachella performance.

Through Delilah’s 144p resolution FaceTime call. But still.

“Oh, my God!” Looking past the guy, you exclaim. Mouth wide open. “Batman?!”

Instant terror cascades his features, eyes bulging out of their sockets, as he snaps his head to look behind him.

In a rush of adrenaline, you act quickly to disarm him by twisting the barrel away with one hand while the other simultaneously pushes his wrist down. You slide back swiftly as the criminal cries out in pain — thumb got caught in the trigger, most likely being broken now. Good. 

“You bitch.” Hand cradled to his chest, he glowers at you in fury from a hunched position. “Got the guts to shoot me now, huh? Aren’t you supposed to save lives?” 

“You know what I do but you don’t know me.” Mustering your best sinister smile, you try to keep a steady grip on the weapon, adding another hand to its bottom. “Hands up behind your neck, asshole. Slowly.”

Doing as told, he winces, trying to plead through gritted teeth. “Put down that gun, sweet cheeks. You don’t wanna do this.” 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” you start, cocking the pistol. Eyes never leaving him. “You are getting lost. Now. And if you, or any other piece of shit, ever come back, you will pay.” 

“You’ll regret this.” 

“Not as much as you.” A click of another gun. 

Red Hood. 

You’ve no idea how he got here unnoticed but instant relief floods your system. Not that you’ll ever admit it.

Two guns point at the enforcer who’s now positively shaking and sweating buckets. Looking like a helpless sheep cornered by two hungry wolves.  

Oh, how the tables have turned. 

“C’mon, guys… Two against one? Not fair.” A nervous laughter reveals his yellow teeth. “I was just following orders, I swear! Don’t shoot the messenger, as they say.” 

“Just shut the fuck up.” In a swift motion Red Hood swings his gun upward, the solid metal butt striking the enforcer’s forehead, sending him sprawling to the ground. Then he turns. “You okay?”

Unable to come up with words, you simply nod. Lowering trembling hands, trying to take deep breaths as Red Hoods watches on.

“I’ll deal with this bastard outside.” He informs and you nod once again, extending your hand as a silent invitation for him to take the criminal’s glock. 

Tucking it into one of his holsters, he then picks up the unconscious body, throws it over the shoulder like a sack of rice and leaves through the window.

You waste no time in scrambling to the bedroom to find your phone. 

Delilah picks up after a few rings and you feel bad for waking your best friend up as her tired voice sounds through the speaker. 

“Hon, you okay?”

“I-can I..can I crash at your place?”

“Of course… What happened?? You’re scaring me.”

You fill her into all the crazy shit you’ve been dealing with, thanks to your stupid ass cousin, while leaving the details for later. She’s absolutely horrified as expected. Since you’ve both been super busy recently, there hasn’t been a chance to talk about all this. A text seemed inappropriate. 

Delilah asks how you’ll get to her apartment since she’s taken her car in for a revision, and you just tell her not to worry, promising to be there shortly. Ending the call, you hurriedly grab your stuff and throw everything necessary for a couple of days inside a backpack. 

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you pay no mind to the chilling wind, intending to run as fast as possible to Delilah’s block. 

Out of a sudden, a prickling sensation spreads through your arms, making all the hairs stand up. 

Somebody’s watching you.

As you turn around, you jump when spotting a familiar figure leaning on their shoulder, arms and legs crossed, almost fully concealed by shadows. “The hell you’re still doing here?!” 

“Just tryna scare you. Good to see it worked.” Before you can open your mouth to curse him, his entire bloodline, every vigilante in Gotham city and their predecessors, Red Hood continues on a more serious note, “That son of a bitch won’t be a problem anymore.”

The enforcer. Right. 

“D-did you kill him?” You hate the way your voice wavers. 

“Sure you wanna know?” He leans away from the brick wall and saunters in your direction, causing you to instantly take a step back.

“Seriously, why are you still here?”

He ignores your question, pointing at the backpack strapped on your back. “Where you’re going?”

“Fuck off. That’s none of your business.”

“I just made it my business.”

“I’ll knee you in the groin.” 

At that, his modulated voice makes a weird strangled noise that almost sounds like… 

Wait. Is he laughing at you?

“Tough words for someone wearing a sleeping cap and Snoopy pajamas.” Yep. He’s definitely laughing at you. “There’s more holes in your shirt than in the assholes I...”

You drown out his last sentence, focusing on your lower body. Old white cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt with Snoopy prints adorned your frame. Clearly, in your haste to get away, changing clothes was the furthest thing to mind. 

That means you faced the criminal that broke into your house like this, too.

Placing a hand on your head, you also feel a smooth fabric there.

Immediately, you rip it off.

“I-Fuck. Listen, these actually—” A pause. “You know what? I don’t have to explain myself to you. Fuck off!”

“Pretty sure you already said that.”

“And I’ll keep saying it until–stop staring!” 

His amused chuckle fills the air.

“How do you know I’m staring?” There’s a 99% chance he’s smiling behind that helmet and you just wish you could slap it off his face.

Instead, you huff and walk away, leaving him standing there. More out of frustration and sheer annoyance than to actually ditch him as this would be impossible. Indeed, he manages to catch up easily with his long legs. 

Then, turning on heels briskly, you brandish the pink satin fabric in front of his face. “By the way, this is called a bonnet.” 

“Duly noted, Snoopy.” He’s closer now. Not too much to make it uncomfortable, but enough to fully enclose a large gloved hand around yours. Somehow, he manages to soften the modulated voice. “I know you’re scared. But lashing out at me isn’t the answer, alright? I’m only here to make sure you get to your friend’s place in one piece.”

“I’m not–Wait. Never told you where I was going.” 

“Mmm, you did.” 

“I didn’t.” A gasp of realization leaves your lips. “You were spying on me!”

“My hearing is just sharp.”  

“Unlike your brain, apparently.” 

“Hilarious.” Judging by the flat tone, he must’ve rolled his eyes. “But seriously, let me walk you there. The streets are dangerous at this hour.”

Much to your dismay, he’s actually right. Being out in Gotham by yourself as a woman in the middle of the night is a terrible business. Best not to take any chances. 

“Fine…” You tug your hand back and start walking again, mumbling sarcastically, “what a gentleman.”

“Nope. Not even close,” he drawls, falling into step behind you. 

You don’t say anything back and neither does he. To his credit, he actually keeps a respectful distance. Even when the cold is too much and you halt to produce a jacket from the bag. Only the sound of your backpack rustling echo in the empty streets. Not a single soul in sight. 

This whole predicament is just so uncanny to you. Only a month ago your only knowledge of vigilantes came from sensationalist news outlets or frequent whispers and gossip at work whenever criminals were admitted to the ICU in a coma. 

Like most people, you’ve also seen the bat-signal reflected in the night sky multiple times.

But you’ve never actually seen one of them right in front of your eyes. Twice now. 

You chance a furtive glance behind. 

Thumbs hooked in his utility belt, Red Hood has his attention to the passing houses, leisurely putting one foot after the other as if he’s taking a stroll at the park. 

One would even think he’s distracted. But you know better.  

Feeling watched, he tilts his head in question, prompting you to immediately avert your eyes to the front. 

At some point, he offers to carry your backpack, but gets impatiently dismissed. 

The rest of the walk to Delilah’s block is silent.

“This is it.” You announce when you reach the familiar beige stone building. He patiently waits as you climb the first two steps of the entrance and turn to him, standing eye to eye. “I appreciate your help tonight but I hope we won’t ever see each other again.”

“Ouch.” He clutches his chest in feigned hurt, wiping an invisible tear off the glowing white eyes. “How will I survive?”

“I don’t trust you, Red Hood.” You narrow your eyes, voice coming out more stern than intended. 

Silence. 

“You’re smart.” His tone is neutral. 

“Of course I am.” 

Again, silence.  

He lifts his fingers. 

And flicks. 

He flicks your forehead, completely catching you off guard.

Aside from your pride, nothing hurts, though. 

Then, he’s gesturing to your worn out pajamas. 

“You know, too bad I don’t have my wallet on me right now or I’d give you twenty bucks to replace those rags. Seriously, not even the homeless in Crime Alley—” 

“YOU—”

“I know, I know. I’ll gladly fuck off this time.” He cuts in, leaving the range of your clenched fists by gracefully sliding back. Hands up in mock surrender.  “Take care, Snoopy.”

–//–

After the entire ordeal of being held at gunpoint, nearly robbed, having your place broken in and thrashed, you decided to move to the other end of the neighborhood. A more busy but still fairly calm street. 

That doesn’t stop you from investing in sturdy locks for the windows and front door. 

No uninvited — and highly dangerous — guests this time.

Delilah let you stay with her for the days necessary to pull everything together. Despite the close ties you share, however, you really don’t like feeling like an intrusion. Not that she’s ever been unkind, quite the contrary actually. She loves having people over. The thing is once you get used to having your own space, it’s hard to live around others again.

Amidst the chaos of packing stuff and moving, you managed to take some time to visit your aunt and uncle. According to them, Ezra’s been arrested for drug trafficking, theft, and extortion. They were obviously crushed but understanding that there was nothing else to be done. You tried to show your support while hiding the relief of having one less problem to worry about. 

It’s a Tuesday night when you decide to get cozy on the sofa after an ordinary shift at the hospital. 

You’re tired, but not entirely exhausted. Just an ache in your bones. 

After a relaxing shower, you make some hot cocoa, pick up a book and dim the lights a little until sleep comes to find you. 

Contrary to your expectations, something else does. 

Trouble. 

In the shape of a black suit with a red bat insignia. 

A frantic knock on the glass window scares you into dropping your book to the floor. Scowling as you identify the source of disturbance. 

“Seriously, dude? What happened to fucking off for good?”

You reluctantly slide the windows open before he manages to crack them with his knuckles. He ducks his head in and drops unceremoniously to the ground, arms spread open.

“How did you even find me??” 

Noticing his chest heaving, you cross your arms and wait for him to catch his breath. 

“Need... a.. minute.” It’s all he manages to get out. 

Huffing in disbelief, you close the window and get comfortable on the couch again. No one’s keeping you from enjoying the little free time you haven’t had in a while. 

There’s a sound of careful footsteps. “I swear to God, if you dirty my house with those boots I’ll—” 

“Shhhh.” He lifts a finger to where his lips are, behind the helmet. “Don’t worry, Snoopy. I’ll leave soon.” 

“Still haven’t told me what you’re doing or how you found me.” 

He looks around and points at your armrest. “Mind if I sit?”

Tsking, you shut your book and drop it on the coffee table. “Go ahead. Not like I can stop you anyway.”

A deep sigh comes out as he flops down onto the soft cushions. He adjusts himself on the seat, legs widely spread, evidencing chunky meaty thighs. That’s definitely not a bad sight. Not that you’ll ever reveal this to him or anybody else whatsoever. 

“I know you’re not happy to see me again. But I actually needed to ditch someone. Some people. If you can actually consider them people.”

You lift an eyebrow as he says the last sentence almost inaudibly. 

“Why not just gun them down?” Your question drips with sarcasm. 

He hesitates. “They’re.. fast.”

At that, you shoot up from the couch. “And you risked bringing them here?? What the fuck?!”  

“What? No. No. Easy.” He tries to sound gentle and not make any sudden moves. As if dealing with a hostile cat. “I made sure they lost my tracks on the other side of town.” 

“How can you be so sure??”

“Trust me. I’d never endanger you like that.” 

You fall back onto the couch. Head stuck between hands. Can’t believe you’re in this mess again.

“As for how I found you,” he goes on, thinking as he says, “uuh.. let’s say I asked around.”

“Asked around?” You eye him suspiciously, getting a vigorous nod in return. “To whom?”

“Mmm, I’ve my sources. The same that also let me know your jackass cousin went to jail.” 

“Yeah, that’s right.” A sigh leaves your lips at the reminder. “But being privy to my life without consent is called stalking, you know?”

“I understand. But, hey, I needed to know if you were alright so I could sleep at night.” You can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. “Felt bad for destroying your things the other day.”

“Well, if you really want to compensate for the damage, start by getting me a new TV.” He laughs and stops when he sees you’re not following along. “I’m serious.”

He clears his throat. “Any preferences?”

“No less than a sixty-five inch screen. 4K resolution. Feel free to choose the brand.”

“Got it.” You’re not sure he actually means it. “Does that mean I get an invitation to visit you again?”

“Ha! Unbelievable. Just order it online or have someone else deliver it at my door.” 

“Why do you even need that big of a TV anyway? The previous one you had was fifty inches.” 

That’s shockingly accurate. How does he remember that? Why did he pay enough attention to that when invading your place to whoop your cousin’s ass? So many questions pop up inside your head but you decide to let them go for now. 

“Okay, creep. You don’t get to call the shots here. I’m the one being compensated, remember?” 

“Fine.” He sighs in defeat, dropping the back of his head against the armchair. Then, he’s looking at you, or rather, your clothes. “I see you finally got new pajamas. Snoopy will be missed. RIP.”

Unlike the long sleeved Snoopy one, this set is composed of light blue polka dot shorts and shirt.  

“For your information, that wasn’t my only pair.” A flush creeps up your cheeks as you grab a throw pillow and place it on your lap, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I own a lot of pajamas.”

“So you willingly choose to dress like an apocalypse survivor?” 

“You’re not really in a position to critique my fashion choices.”  

“Hey, what’s wrong with my suit?”  

“The person behind it.”

He tuts, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “You’re a really irascible lady, huh?” 

“You learned that word today?”

“Yesterday, actually.” His attention is drawn to the book you were reading. He grabs it and examines the pages curiously before closing them. Moving on to the cover, he reads the title out loud. “A Scandal of Bohemia. Sherlock Holmes? You like mystery books? Should I call you Scooby Doo instead of Snoopy?”

“I’m surprised you can even read.” Your eyes roll at his foolishness. “And stop calling me cartoon dogs names!”

“Can’t you just play nice for once?” He puts the book down and reclines, arms braced on the armchair. “Yes, for your information, not only can I read as I actually enjoy doing it very much.”

Contemplating his words, you decide to indulge yourself him by asking, “Well, what do you like to read?”

“Finally curious about me?” The smugness in his voice earns him a dirty look. “Careful. One might even think you’re starting to like me.”

Maybe you are, in fact, irascible. 

“I take it back.” 

“I read pretty much anything as long as it’s interesting to me.” He reveals honestly, not wanting to waste the opportunity of having a civilized conversation with you for once. “Most of it is fiction. Classic, Gothic, Horror…” He stops listing on his fingers to make a dramatic pause. “Romance…”

You blink in surprise. “What?”

“What what?” 

“You said Romance.”

“Yeah, I did. Why?” Jutting his chin out, he crosses his strong arms in a playful attempt to intimidate you. “Got a problem?”

“Nope. It’s just… hmm, unexpected?” You offer with a shrug. “I’m not much of a Romance reader myself, to be honest.”

“I can tell.”

Something about the way he says it so earnestly elicits what could be considered a witch cackle from you. Red Hood watches this whole display in stunned silence until you’re wiping a tear off the corner of your eyes. 

“Oh, wow. Didn’t know you were capable of that.” 

“Laughing?”

“Being human.”

Just like that, your expression closes up again. “Ha-ha. Don’t get used to it.” 

“Right. Back to cranky default, I see.” His words are colored with amusement as he cranes his neck to look at the wall clock near the kitchen entrance. A gasp leaves his lips and he’s suddenly up on his feet. “Shit. Didn’t mean to stay this long. I gotta go now.”

“Oh, okay.” You stand up and check the time as well. It’s almost midnight. 

“Thanks for everything, Snoopy. See you around.”

“See you.” A strange feeling of disappointment settles into your chest after his departure. 

You enjoyed his company tonight more than you’re willing to admit. 

—//—

Not even a week later, you arrive home to see him there again. 

Now, installing a new television in your living room. 

Seventy inches screen. 4k and all that. Just like you requested.

“Honestly. I’m not even surprised anymore.” You say while taking off your coat and hanging it on the wall hooks. “Don’t know why I bothered with getting better locks in the first place.” 

Despite the jab, your voice lacks its usual bite. Only a teasing lilt present in them. It’s nice to see he listened to your demands. 

“No, you did the right thing. The locks are actually great.” He comments absentmindedly, engrossed in the task at hand. 

“Not enough to keep you out, obviously.”

You take in the scene in front of you. There’s a cardboard box and some plastic wraps placed in the corner. At the center of the living room, Red Hood is assembling the TV to its mount on the wall, deeply concentrated. It’s a big heavy object that to anyone, would be awkward to lift alone. Not to him, though. He holds it almost like a freaking tablet. 

That also begs the question as to how the hell he managed to climb up to the third floor and pass through your window while carrying a seventy inch television. 

A lighthearted chuckle diverts you from your thoughts. 

“I’ll leave if you want, though. Almost done here.”

“Oh, no, please be my guest.” You wave him off, going into the kitchen for a glass of water. Then, coming back to watch him work. “You know, I’d offer you something to drink but… the helmet, right?”

“Sorry, Snoopy.” He’s fishing for the TV remote inside the box now. “Secret identity and all that shit.” 

“No, yeah. Absolutely. ” The bitterness within your words seems impossible to be contained. “It’s not like you know my home and work address, my occupation, my family and friends relations, my routine…”

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He winces, fiddling with the remote in his hands. It’s the first time he appears awkward standing in your apartment. “For what it's worth, I’m really sorry.”

After making sure the TV is working properly, he makes his way to the window. 

“Thank you.” You say suddenly, causing him to freeze. 

He turns his head slightly and gives a curt nod. 

“Anytime.” 

Then, he’s gone.

A/N: in case anyone's wondering how Jason managed to get the big ass TV through a window on the third floor, he asked Dick for help. No questions asked.

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That time you passed out (Dr. Ratio x gn! reader)

You’ve been forgetting to take care of yourself and the consequences of that is blacking out during an important research project. Luckily your lovely partner, Dr. Ratio is there to help you feel better.  Reader is gender neutral, hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader is slightly dependent on Dr. Ratio, about 2k words, Dr. Ratio is a bit ooc Trigger Warnings: mentioned disordered eating patterns (caused by stress), depression (implied), brief mentions of blacking out, use of a lab shower (a rather gross one), Dr. Ratio is kind of a dick to you (he insults you but in an affectionate way)

The alarm on your phone started playing, waking you from the light sleep you had drifted off to. Checking the time you saw that it was the equivalent of 7:30 am. You slept for about eight system hours, though you still felt exhausted.

You looked to the side where Veritas slept only to see it empty, placing your hand under the duvet, the temperature of the sheets told you he’d been gone for a while.

It’d been a while since you’d last spent meaningful time with him. The papers he was grading, and the project you were working on forced your schedules to become misaligned. When Veritas wasn’t grading his students’ work, he was sculpting the resulting stress away. This took up more time that could have been shared together. You didn’t mind having more time to yourself, it meant that you could sleep for longer. Though the stress of your project kept you continuously exhausted no matter how much sleep you got. 

Another unfortunate side effect of not having much time together was that you started to have your meals separately. Leading you to lose the motivation to cook balanced meals for yourself. You’d eat simple microwavable meals and energy bars to sustain yourself. Unfortunately you’d mismanaged your time and forgot to buy more energy bars, leading to your current problem.

Your second alarm rang noting that it was 7:40, and if you didn’t start hurrying you’d be late to the lab. You pulled off your sleep shorts and grabbed a clean? pair of pants. Grabbing your bag with your lab coat and putting your shoes on, you ran out the door. About five minutes into your frantic dash, you remembered that you didn’t grab your keys, phone, or breakfast, and that you had no clue the last time you’d drank water. It's fine, you thought, lack of water or nutrition hadn’t stopped you before.

You reached the lab around ten minutes later than the expected meetup time of 8 am. You wave to your research partner, Angel, and apologize for the delay. They shrugged it off with an understanding wave. You put on your lab coat and PPE and went to prepare the samples.

About thirty minutes later you weren't feeling great. It wasn’t too bad, just some shortness of breath and general dizziness. Deciding the safest option was sitting down you grabbed the stool near you and plunked down. Fiddling with your gloves as you waited for the symptoms to alleviate.

Unfortunately sitting down didn’t seem to help you much, your head felt hot and you began feeling distressed. There were too many sensations around you and you wanted everything off. It was fine you thought, maybe sitting on the floor would solve things.

As you sat on the floor pressing your google into your skull trying to stop the forming headache, Angel inquired why you were sitting on the floor. You explained that you weren’t feeling great, and that it was probably just that you locked your knees. They nodded to your explanation and began taking on more of the experiment.

You felt bad for not helping Angel in the experiment so you offered to take the acid you were working with to the fume hood to combine it with the sample. They nodded and passed you the beaker. You slowly got up and made your way to the fume hood. The latex gloves on your hands felt off, and your hands were sticky and sweaty underneath. As you approached the fume hood and began adding the necessary amount of sample for the trial, you started feeling faint. You began walking to your lab table to place the beaker down when you began to stumble. The low sound of electrical buzzing in the background cut out and your vision went dark. You tried to feel around to put the beaker down, but you bumped into something and toppled over.

“y/n!!” was the first thing you heard, though it felt like your head was underwater. Your vision cleared and you saw Angel kneeling down next to you, a puddle of liquid was seeping into your left lab coat sleeve and you felt a burning sensation erupt on that arm.

“Get to the shower station, you spilled the acid on yourself, I’ll clean the floor” Angel said pulling you up by your PH neutral arm.

You stumbled over to the emergency shower and pulled the handle. Ripping off your gloves and lab coat you were doused in gray water. As you stood under the freezing water it got in your mouth and nose, clogging it with the dusty taste of stagnant water. The shock of the water didn’t make you feel any better, only stopping the painful burning on your arm. You felt wrong, you were too hot and too cold, and constricted and all you could do was cry, fogging up your goggles. 

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, you fucked up, and Angel totally hated you for this stupid mistake.

“Y/N I think you should go home, I can finish today's experiment and share the results. Okay?” Angel offered, patting you on the back.

In response you burst into tears, you blubbered through an explanation that you couldn’t go home since you left your phone and keys behind and that you could still help out.

Angel nodded and suggested that you sit in the hallway since you weren’t wearing your PPE. You agreed and slowly walked into the white tiled hallway of the lab building. Sliding down against the wall you rested your head on your knees and continued to cry.

This entire situation was embarrassing, and you felt sick. The only thing keeping you from lying on the cool tile floor was your pride. You wanted to be in bed with Veritas, in something other than your soaked clothing, your hair to be dry and clean, and you wanted to have a long cry session until you felt better.

Angel seemed to be talking to someone, probably your research supervisor. Oh Aeons, this was going to be a write up for sure. You had ruined this day's experiment and pushed back the progress on the paper, you were going to be written as ETC on the paper weren’t you.

Your sobs had quieted down to soft sniffles and you were feeling slightly better. You were too distracted doom spiraling to notice the familiar click of heels on the tile flooring.

“Y/N? Your research partner called me to alert me of an accident you were in.” the oh so familiar voice of your boyfriend rang in your ears.

Looking up you saw a rather disheveled Veritas. His perfectly styled hair was slightly drooping, and a fine layer of dust covered his clothing. Sweat dripped down his neck and it was obvious that he had rushed here from his sculpting room. The alabaster sculpture he wore as a helmet was cradled in his left arm.

“Oh thank Aeons you’re here Dr. Ratio. Y/N collapsed and spilled the sample we were working on, I'm unsure if Y/N sustained any chemical burns as I was too busy to check.” Angel supplied when you just silently stared at Veritas.

“Get up Y/N, we’re finding you medical care for your mistakes.” Veritas stated, offering you his hand, the annoyed look on his face was betrayed by the amount of concern in his voice.

You tilted your head to the side, not wanting to move from your spot. The idea of getting up when your head felt full of cotton was not something you wanted to do.

“Ugh” he scoffed, bending down to scoop your drenched form off the floor. “We’ll be taking our leave, I believe you can handle the rest?” Veritas said, walking away from Angel

If Angel said anything you were too out of it to hear. The familiar warmth of Veritas’s strong arms was enough to make you feel sleepy and safe. The alabaster head he was carrying rested on your stomach as you buried your face further into his neck.

“We will be discussing what led up to this event” Veritas started, “after you bathe. You smell dreadful and are quite drenched.” he finished, scrunching his face in disgust when he caught a whiff of your soaked hair.

You hummed into his neck and closed your eyes. Beginning to drift off to the slow rocking of his stride and familiar scent of ink, paper, and stone.

You vaguely recognized being placed down on a cold surface before the rumble of water gushing through pipes filled the room. A large hand carded through your hair and you leaned into the touch, humming in satisfaction from the comforting sensation.

The deep voice of Veritas sounded in your ears asking something about a bath and clothes? You nodded trying to grab at the familiar figure of your boyfriend. All of a sudden your soaked clothing was delicately peeled off and you were placed in warm water. Releasing a sigh you leaned against the hard planes of your boyfriend’s chest.

“Have you returned to your normal intellect yet, or shall we soak in silence for longer?” Veritas asked, lathering shampoo into your hair.

“Do we need to talk about something?” You asked, tilting your head backwards to better look Veritas in the eyes.

“You’re no simple minded buffoon, that stunt you pulled, collapsing while carrying a corrosive substance is new for you. So tell me, what happened?” Veritas asked, rinsing out the shampoo and grabbing the conditioner.

You stayed silent as he rinsed the conditioner out of your hair. Once he had finished you turned to face him, midway through your turn he lightly gripped your left arm and moved it on top of his dry shoulder. Looking closer you could see a rather large red burn stretching your elbow to your hand. It wasn’t painful but looked bad.

“I don’t know what happened, I was feeling gross and I passed out okay?”

“But how did it happen, have you been feeling sick? Was it the fumes from your experiment?” Veritas asked, looking you in the eyes.

“I really don’t know I just felt gross” you shot back turning your head away from him.

“I know this project has been causing you great stress, was it because of that?” he pushed further, concern seeping into his voice.

“Can we not talk about this” you whined, the incessant questioning was getting a bit stressful.

“We have to in order to diagnose the issue at hand.” Veritas pushed harder, lightly holding your face in his hand.

“I already said I don’t know”

“Then think”

“Veritas I don’t fucking know. I’m tired and I want to sleep. If you want a reason we can just chalk it up to stress. Just please stop asking.” You shouted, growing more quiet as you continued.

“Ugh” he groaned, “Do you need help drying off, or shall I fetch you your clothing?” He asked slowly stepping out of the bath and drying himself

“I can dry off and get dressed on my own” you stated, leaning over the lip of the tub.

“Glad to hear you’re feeling better” he replied, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

You hummed in response, Veritas leaving the room to grab your clothes. He returned with some soft sleep shorts and a shirt handing it to you once you finished drying off. The burn on your arm was beginning to itch, taking note of this Veritas spread a soothing ointment on it and wrapped it in bandages. The two of you walked into your shared bedroom and got into bed.

“Can we eat dinner together?” you asked, burying your nose into Veritas’ neck.

“Of course, but first you’re going to sleep.”

“Goodnight”

“Its noon, but fine, good night”

You drifted off to sleep in his arms, the discomfort and anxiety you felt earlier had dissipated, and the only thing you felt was the excitement to have dinner together.

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hiiii love, absolutely adore all of your fics - but especially your dbook stuff 💗 do you think you could write a little something about the reader having a horrible shift (possibly in healthcare) and dev just being the most supportive, comforting boyfriend ever. coming from an ER nurse, i could definitely use some 🥲 much loveeee xx

i hope you feel better lovey, i hope this fic cheers you up a bit!

The fluorescent lights above you buzz like they’re mocking you, flickering just enough to make your headache worse but not enough to fully cut out. It’s been one of those shifts—long, chaotic, the kind that makes you wonder why you ever thought this job was a good idea. You can still hear the beeping of monitors in your head, still feel the phantom weight of paperwork you didn’t have time to finish, still smell antiseptic clinging to your scrubs like a second skin.

By the time you drag yourself out of the hospital doors, the night air feels almost disrespectful in its crispness, like the world has the audacity to keep moving while you’re unraveling. Your phone vibrates in your pocket before you even make it to your car.

Dev 💛: Outside.

You blink, squinting at the message like exhaustion has made you forget how to read. Then, like muscle memory, your head snaps up, scanning the nearly empty parking lot. And there he is.

Leaning against his car, hood up over his curls, arms crossed like he’s been here long enough to get comfortable but not long enough to get impatient. The sight of him—tall, solid, familiar—pulls something in your chest so tight it almost hurts.

You barely get the chance to process before he spots you, straightens up, and meets you halfway, his pace unhurried but purposeful. Like he already knows. Like he could feel from miles away that you needed him.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, warm hands finding your waist, pulling you in before you can even think about resisting. Not that you would. Not when his hoodie smells like him, not when his lips find the top of your head like it’s instinct, not when his grip is steady enough to hold together all the pieces of you that the night tried to break apart.

And just like that, the tension in your spine starts to dissolve. Just like that, you can breathe again.

As soon as you step through the front door, your body reminds you just how much you’ve been running on fumes. The exhaustion settles deep, making your limbs feel heavy, but the familiar warmth of home starts working on you almost instantly. The lights are dimmed low—just the way you like them after a long shift—and the soft scent of something warm and musky lingers in the air, something Devin must’ve lit before heading out to get you.

“You good to shower?” His voice is gentle, careful, like he already knows you’re teetering on the edge of exhaustion and just needs to guide you the rest of the way.

You nod, but your fingers grip the sleeve of his hoodie for just a second longer before letting go. It’s the silent way of saying thank you, of saying I needed you tonight, and the way his eyes soften tells you he understands completely.

The hot water works its magic, washing away the long night, the stress, the scent of antiseptic and sweat clinging to your skin. You stand there longer than you probably should, letting the steam loosen your tight muscles, your mind finally starting to quiet down. When you step out, wrapping yourself in one of the oversized towels Devin insisted on buying because he “knows you like to be all wrapped up,” you feel almost human again.

When you make your way to the bedroom, you find him already waiting, leaning back against the headboard, scrolling through his phone. He looks up the second he hears you, taking you in—your damp skin, the tired way you walk, the way you clutch the towel to your chest like it’s holding you together. And then, with zero hesitation, he tosses his phone to the side and opens his arms.

“C’mere.”

You don’t even think twice before crawling into bed, into him. His arms close around you immediately, the weight of them solid and grounding. He’s warm—always warm—but tonight, it feels like he’s radiating heat just for you. His hoodie is soft against your cheek, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear.

For a while, he just holds you. No rush, no pressure, just quiet comfort. His fingers trace lazy patterns up and down your back, slow and deliberate, like he’s unraveling the tension knot by knot. His lips press into your hair, into your temple, murmuring soft little reassurances against your skin.

“Long night, huh?” His voice is low, a gentle rumble in his chest.

You nod, exhaling shakily, and he pulls you even closer, tucking you into him like he could shield you from the whole world if he tried hard enough.

“You’re home now,” he murmurs, his fingers slipping under the towel at your shoulders to rub slow circles into your bare skin. “You’re safe. You don’t gotta do anything else, baby.”

You let your eyes close, melting into the way he touches you, the way his hands know exactly where to soothe, where to press. The tension in your neck, the ache in your lower back—it’s like he can feel it all, like he knows exactly how to undo everything your shift put you through.

Then, after a few minutes, he shifts just enough to reach over to the nightstand, grabbing something. You hear the familiar click of a cap before you feel his hands on you again, this time with the smooth glide of lotion warming against your skin.

“I know you like this one,” he says, massaging it into your shoulders first, kneading the muscles there with just the right amount of pressure. It’s the vanilla and sandalwood scent he bought you last month—the one he pretends not to care about but always buries his face in when he hugs you.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” he cuts you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You do too much, baby. Let me take care of you.”

And God, do you let him.

He works his way down your arms, slow and methodical, pressing kisses to your shoulder between strokes. When he reaches your legs, he tugs the towel away, chuckling under his breath when you instinctively try to protest.

“Nah, I got you,” he reassures, wrapping one strong arm around your waist to keep you close as he kneads at the soreness in your thighs, your calves, your ankles. His hands are firm but gentle, and every press of his fingers into your muscles feels like it’s pulling the exhaustion right out of you.

By the time he’s done, you’re practically boneless, melted into the sheets, into him. And Devin—sweet, thoughtful, perfect Devin—just grins, pulling the blankets over both of you before tucking you into his side again.

“You good?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep now.

You don’t even have the energy to respond properly. Just a hum, a slow blink, the way your hand curls into his hoodie, fingers fisting into the fabric like you’re anchoring yourself to him.

He chuckles, presses one last kiss to your forehead, and whispers, “Love you, baby. Get some sleep.”

And for the first time all night, you finally feel at peace.

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Please Please Please

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~1.1k

Summary: Someone is in trouble

A/N: 💋

Warnings: angst, fluff, exactly what you expect

You sigh as you lean back against the hood of the car that’s still uncomfortably warm from the ride over. You glare up at the stars as you shift to get more comfortable in your impractical outfit. Well it was perfectly practical for what you had planned for tonight, but that wasn’t meant to be apparently. 

You pull your leather jacket tighter around you and fight the urge to shiver from the cool air. You had only wanted to get drinks with some friends tonight since it was Friday.

You knew that Wanda was busy with work, but you were used to this and you’d just told her to be safe as usual when you saw her off this morning. Wanda had promised you to be careful and return to you unscathed despite what she had to face today. Recently, you have become relatively unaffected by thoughts of Wanda’s work when she said the right things. There were certain words that were red flags to you that could spike your blood pressure instantly, and she'd learned to avoid those quickly.

None of these were used this morning though when you said goodbye to your wife. When you’d asked what was on her agenda for the day, she’d told you no more than ‘nothing too interesting’. The use of the word ‘too’ should have made you suspicious, but then again hindsight is 20/20 after all. 

Not to mention, the fact that you are waiting outside of police headquarters is a pretty good indicator of how your wife’s day had gone. 

You weren’t given details when Steve had called to tell you that Wanda was arrested. You hadn’t wanted them, but after you heard that she was booked and they were buying their time to see if they could hold her, you’d cracked and asked Bucky to explain it. 

Now here you were fuming at the fact that your wife was arrested for getting into a fist fight like some common criminal. You were told that a deal had gone poorly, and that Wanda had gotten a little roughed up which only made your irritation at her apparent recklessness increase ten-fold. 

You only have to stew for a few more minutes before the sound of doors being pushed open catches your attention. You look up from your inconspicuous spot in the parking lot to see your wife, Bucky, and Steve walking out of the building with a disgruntled Wanda leading the way. You roll your eyes and clench your teeth as you watch your wife look around for you only to have Steve point in your direction. 

You keep your expression as neutral as possible, but it’s a little difficult given your annoyance, as Wanda hurries down the stairs and across the lot with a smile. 

“Hi detka.” 

Usually a greeting like this would make you smile, or even melt depending on how sweet Wanda’s accompanying smile is. However, you’re upset with her for a couple of reasons, the first of which that she didn’t give you any indication that she would be in danger today. You study her as she stops in front of you and even under the dim lights you see that she has a bruised jaw and a small cut underneath her eye. You are irrationally annoyed that despite being locked up all afternoon, and punched in the face, she still manages to look beautiful. 

You shake your head at her before uncrossing your legs with a sigh. You wave her closer so you can get a better look at her, and Wanda doesn’t waste any time leaning in with a wider smile that shows off her perfect teeth. You reach up and grab her chin before her lips can meet yours and you hold her still as you glance at her bruised skin. You shoot her a disapproving look that makes her eyes drop from your lips to the hood of the car. You ignore your friends as they head to their car, saying something indiscernible to Wanda on their way.

“You’re trouble Mrs. Maximoff.” 

Wanda prepares to make an excuse, but you cut her off as your fingers press uncomfortably against her jaw. You only feel bad instantly when she winces, and you sigh in defeat before leaning in to kiss the discolored skin gently. You notice the smile creeping back on her face, but it doesn’t stay there long when you slide off the car as gracefully as possible in your dress. Your heels smack against the pavement, and for once you’re a little taller than Wanda so you can look down at her as you flip your hair over your shoulder.

“I hope you like the couch, Wanda.” 

You walk toward the driver’s side of the car and almost beat Wanda to it. You watch wordlessly as she reaches out to open the door for you, and you meet her disappointed look with one of your own. You think that maybe you’ll feel more merciful in the morning, but for now you’re upset that your wife failed to keep herself safe. You reach out for her again, stopping just short of her bloodied eye before you roll your eyes again. 

“You’re going to be sleeping there until this heals.” 

You duck into the car before you can see Wanda’s pleading look, but you know it’s there and if you look now you’ll crack before morning. You wait until she shuts your door and moves to the other side of the car which you’ve started before she’s even gets in. You take a deep breath before you get buckled and wait for Wanda to get settled. You reach out to shift gears, but you pause when Wanda’s hand covers yours. You turn to see her, expectedly, looking contrite, and you’re not at all surprised by what she says. 

“I’m sorry, detka. Things just got out of hand.” 

You don’t doubt this and you just nod silently before turning your hand over and squeezing hers. Your lips quirk before you can stop them and you bring your joined hands to your mouth as you turn to meet your wife’s gaze. You turn away quickly so her pouty expression doesn’t weaken your resolve. You release her hand and shift into drive before turning to follow your friends home. You reach out blindly and pat your wife’s thigh with a smirk that she definitely sees this time.

“I know, babe, but you’re still couched.” 

You hear a quiet thud as Wanda’s head falls back against her headrest with a sigh of defeat or exasperation. You’re not sure which, but either way, you hope your wife learns from this. When you ask her to do something for you, you expect her to do her damned best to make it happen. Still your displeasure with your wife won’t stop you from tending to her wounds and kissing them better later. 

On the couch, of course. 

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the busted engine

lilac, chapter one

a/n: the plot of this series came to me like fucking lightning, essentially all at once with how quick it fell into place. sometimes it's like that, sometimes magic happens in your brain. I hope you all enjoy this ride as much as I am having writing it. get ready for everything, because I've got twenty chapters planned out and ready, and spoiler, they aren't all just gonna be insanely wholesome small town cuteness... we getting angsty... we getting the drama.... but most of all, we be getting slutty. strap in folks.

summary: “I, um,” your eyes briefly flickered to the bundles of firewood needly stacked in the back of the pickup, “my car broke down and my phone conveniently also decided to run out of battery, so, uh, could I perhaps borrow yours just a moment? I just need it to make one call, that’s it.”

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, car trouble, meet cute

word count: 2674

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Your vision couldn’t help but linger every time it drifted over your hands gripping the steering wheel. The immense weight the sight of your bare ring finger lifted off your shoulders was so overwhelming that you found yourself fighting tears from blurring the road before you. 

The sun was beginning to set as you had been driving all day long, not stopped for even a second to let the gravitas sink in of what you’d done at the crack of dawn. 

The fear of Preston stirring from his slumber and finding you in the midst of sneaking out still hadn’t settled within your gut. Your paranoid brain still compelled you to check the rear-view mirror every couple of seconds just in case the sleek sportscar of your former fiancé would appear.

You had finally done what he had drilled into your mind you weren’t capable of. You’d left him for good. 

Equipped with only a small backpack of your belongings, the last thing you’d done before sneaking out of the apartment had been to toss the ring he had so insistently forced upon your finger into the trash. 

Ripping you out of your cloudy thoughts, your car suddenly began to cough like a mythical monster that was dying. 

“Oh shit…” you felt the vehicle begin to slow as ominous smoke started to billow out from under the hood. Mindful of the bushy pine trees framing the road, you guided it to the edge just in time before it gave out. 

Stepping out with an exhausted sigh, you promptly cracked the front open to take a look, though what you saw within didn’t soothe your worries as all of the fumes oozing out only made the broken engine look like that much more of a mess. 

“Fucking great,” you mumbled heatedly, fiercely slamming the hood shut in an effort to relieve some of your abundant stress. Curving back around, you swung the passenger side open and rummaged for your phone, though when you located it, the only solution it flashed you was a blinking red battery icon before the screen went completely black, “seriously?” 

Not knowing if you were about to scream or burst into tears, you chucked it back inside before hurling your spine against the side of the car, leaning against it as you cursed up at the grey sky. 

Was this the universe showing its true bias? You’d hoped that was the one thing money couldn’t buy, but perhaps you were wrong, just like he always said you were. Perhaps it would be best if you went back to the city. His reaction towards a stunt like this couldn’t be that bad compared to what you had endured before, could it? 

The sound of another vehicle cresting the thicket on the rural road caught your ears and you turned your head to see a navy-blue truck appear.

Your hand shot up to wave it down before you could even ponder the action. Fearing that it was a lost cause by the speed the driver was going at, it caught you by surprise as it suddenly came to a halt a ways in front of you. 

“Are you alright, ma'am?” the driver asked as he slammed his door shut behind him. The tall man certainly looked like the type to call the area his home. Dark beard scraggly and hair in unkept waves long enough to tickle the furrow lines decorating his forehead, his wide palm traced the lines of the truck as he made his way towards you.

“I, um,” your eyes briefly flickered to the bundles of firewood needly stacked in the back of the pickup, “my car broke down and my phone conveniently also decided to run out of battery, so, uh, could I perhaps borrow yours just a moment? I just need it to make one call, that’s it.”

Eyeing your busted vehicle a moment, his low timbre then rumbled out once more, “sure,” as he reached into his pocket and fished out his telephone.

“Thank you so much,” seizing it, you swiftly clicked it to life, “you have no idea what a lifesaver you are–, oh fuck,” your vision zeroed in on the lack of bars in the uppermost corner, “of course there’s no fucking services out here,” your eyes briefly screwed shut and your jaw clenched in an effort not to scream, “it’s fine, it’s fine! I’ll just walk then!” you tried not the throw it as you handed the phone back to the helpful stranger, “I’m sorry that you had to stop for nothing, but thank you anyways.”

Swinging your door open to yank out your stuff, the stranger’s feet stayed fast, “what direction are you headed?” 

“Dunbrook,” you answered as your body folded to reach your tossed telephone.

“You wanna catch a ride?” he unexpectedly offered, causing you to bump your head on the roof of the car.

“Ow–, what?” you blinked back at him through the windshield as your hand shot up to rub the top of your now sore head, “no, I couldn’t… I–, uh, I kinda recognise this area, the town is not too far from here, so I can walk, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, but it’ll properly still take you all night. Please, it’s no bother, I’m headed in that direction anyways.” 

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you slowly retracted out of the vehicle, “you sure?” 

“Yeah,” he nodded, attempting a faint smile in order to soften his gruff and intimidating features. 

“Alright,” swinging your backpack on you slammed your busted car shut, “thank you.”

Sliding into the passenger seat, you clicked on the seatbelt and slotted your bag between your legs. Fiddling tensely with the straps for a moment, it dawned on you how your sleeves were still rolled all the way up to your elbows from when you had checked under the hood. Pulse instantly picking up and thumping in your ears, you hastily tugged them back down to cover the lavender bruises peaking out. 

Had he noticed?

Hearing the door slam to your left, being too caught up in your own mess, it only caused your form to jump in the seat.

Trying to play it off as nothing, you attempted a casual, “I’m Y/n by the way,” though your voice came out much more strangled than you’d intended. 

Catching your flickering eye a moment before turning the key, he likewise enlightened, “Pete.” 

Your bottom lip didn’t escape the prison of your teeth the entire ride, gnawing subconsciously at it as you purposely stare out at the wild flora you passed in order to not look at the advantageous stranger. 

Though after you passed the crooked sign welcoming you back to your small hometown, Pete’s gruff voice broke the silence.

“So, where can I drop you off?”

“The inn,” you turned your head to inform him, “the Lilac Inn, if you know where that is.”

“Yeah, I know it,” he nodded, sucking in a knowing breath as if he didn’t need any more information to figure you out, “so you’re a tourist? One of those nature people who come out here to hike or something?”

“Not exactly,” was all the explanation you offer as you watched the familiar scenery come into view. 

Dunbrook. To call it a town was very generous indeed as the whole population could properly fit under the same roof if they really wanted to, and they often did. The rolling fields of wildlife that surrounded the village also divided and broke up the infrastructure of the old settlement, causing most of the homes and businesses to not all the clustered together as you had grown accustomed to seeing after moving to a metropolis as vast as New York. 

Every familiar structure rolling by evoked memories long ago buried and forgotten. The corner where you fell learning how to ride a bike. The quaint general store where you once stole a lollipop, walked for all of 48 seconds before turning right back and apologising to the owner with tears in your eyes. But most of all, the large Victorian structure at the bottom of the tiny town by far held the fondest of memories in your heart. 

The dust puffed up around the truck as you rolled down the narrow dirt road, the bushy lilac trees that flourished all over the property haven not quite yet come into bloom, yet still forewarned your destination that already peaked over the tops. 

“Here it is,” Pete exhaled as the car came to a stop before the vast veranda, “the Lilac Inn.” 

Eyes glued to your childhood home, you stepped out of the truck, “thank you,” slamming the door shut, you turned to add awkwardly through the rolled down window, “and also thank you for not turning out to be an axe murderer or something,” a nervous laugh swiftly bubbling out at the notion.

Glancing back at your bumbling form, he simply flashed you a tight-lipped smile and said, “you have a good trip, ma'am.” 

“You too–, I mean, you have a good, uhm, rest of your life,” you fumbled as your feet slowly backed up, “it was nice meeting you, Pete.” 

“Yeah, you too,” he just managed to reply before you spun your mortified flush away from his stare and scurried up the steps of the porch. 

Pushing the creaky, stained glass adorn front door open, you tiptoed inside. 

The lighting dim and the atmosphere nothing short of comforting, a smile finally bloomed upon your lips as you let out the breath you’d been holding for who knows how long. 

Peeking around the corner into one of the sitting rooms, you only spotted one patron sitting by the small round table next to the crackling fireplace, working away at a puzzle. Either the others had gone to bed already or this fellow was the only one staying here. 

“Excuse me,” you gently interrupted from the archway, “would you happen to know where the owner, Harvey, is–”

Though before you managed to get out the remainder of the sentence, a bustle from the kitchen answered your question for you, “every time I forget to whisk long enough and every time I say it’s gonna be different, but this time I mean it!”

Sharing a knowing look with the guest, you chuckle, “never mind…” 

“This time I won't just stop when my arm feels like it’s gonna fall off,” even though it was clear he was talking to himself, his usual vibrato still carried, “oh no, no, you just wait and see how light and fluffy you turn out this time, cake!” 

Poking your head through the ajar door, you spotted the familiar greying man grumbling into the contents of the bowl he was furiously beating with a whisk. 

“Dad?”

Nearly jumping out of his skin, your father gasped, whisk jolting upright as he laid his eyes upon you, subsequently splattering some batter across the kitchen, back near the sink, “Y/n?” he exclaimed, his eyes growing to the size of saucers, “is that really you? Is my little baby girl really standing in my kitchen or is this a hallucination?”

“Hi,” your head tilted in a soft chuckle. 

Staring at you as if you were just a newborn puppy, “oh, come here, munchkin, and give your pops a hug!” the moustachioed man’s arms went wide and pulled you in, dropping whisk still in his hand as he blubbered into your hair, “ah, I’ve missed you so much,” squeezing your form in the magical way that only parents could, “I haven’t heard from you in, well I don’t even know how long, that’s how long and if you ask me then that’s too long,” he pulled back, cupping your cheek as he gazed at you, “you don’t write, you don’t call.”

“Not true, I do write,” you corrected him light-heartedly, “and you don’t have a cellphone.” 

“Well, there’s the telephone out in reception, why would I need more?” he shrugged, lending you to then slip out of his grip, swiftly boosting your own form to hop onto one of the empty counters, “also, your last letter was 10 months ago.” 

“No, it wasn’t, was it?” you gasped, thinking back.

“You can check the date, they’re still in the cookie tin up there,” he gestured to one of the top shelves before reuniting the whisk in his grip with the large bowl on the table. 

Only briefly glancing up at the enamel box, you already knew that you didn’t wanna revisit them. However vague the letters were, which they always were, you were still certain that they’d have the power to send you right back there into Preston’s iron fist, even though you’d never even mentioned him once in all the years you’d been with him. They only ever really contained small talk and pleasantries, never about something so personal as to whom you were dating, but you also didn’t share at all as things took a turn for the worse, when you were in so deep that you felt like you couldn’t escape. Perhaps it was out of pride, perhaps it was to shield him from the truth, or maybe even in a way yourself, not admitting to the fiend you had welcomed into your own bed, creating some false reality as a coping mechanism. 

Averting your gaze, you then uttered softly, “I’m really sorry dad,” gliding your right thumb over the jagged edge of the counter as you gripped onto it with both fists.

“Ah, it’s fine,” he waved a hand, “you’re young, out there living your life. You shouldn’t have to check in with your father every few seconds. I am aware that you’re 29 after all. Although, you know I wouldn’t be a pose to just a little bit more…” he winked, playfully bumping the side of his hip against your shin before picking up the speed of the whisk once more, “so, did I forget it’s my birthday or did you just miss your old man?” his jovial glance flickered between you and the batter. 

“Can I stay here a while? I just need some place to,” lay low, “figure things out, you know?”

Whisk halting, his gaze upon you grew in concern, “of course you can, honey. Is everything okay? What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay, I just–, uh… needed a change,” not looking him in the eye, you spoke, “I don’t know to where or what I’m gonna do next, but I do know that I don’t wanna go back,” you felt a lump of emotion swell up in your throat, “and I won’t just stay here for free, I’ll pay you rent,” you tried to appease the stubborn sensation of being a nuance to everyone, even to your own kin, “though I don’t really have any money right now, so I’d have to get a job first, but that’s fine, I’ll figure something out–” 

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous,” your father cut you off, “you can stay here as long as you want, it never stopped being your home even when you moved away. Still keep your room exactly the same, just in case,” he offered you a warm smile, his silver moustache stretching wider, “how about you just give me a hand around here, huh?” 

“Alright,” you exhaled, “deal.”

His grin turning more mischievous, he then noted slyly, “you know I’ve always dreamed of you taking over this place one day, running the family business…” 

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, “not this again…”

“Just think about, you could–”

“Dad, I’m not gonna take over the inn! Running a place like this isn’t what it used to be back when your parents opened it up. You might have always been dead set on taking over it, but I haven’t.”

“I know, I know,” he gracefully backed down again as he always did, “you want adventure, isn’t that what you called it when you went away for college?” 

Adventure… it was that kind of philosophy that had sent an innocent young girl into the arms of a devil…

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[stealingyourbones]

Hello

I just finished reading the chemistry teacher Danny phantom post and saw you and your twin mention a really chaotic chemistry teacher you had

It's fine if not, but I was wondering if you had any more stories about that teacher?

They sounded really fun and I am now curious what other antics they got up to.

Sorry if I'm asking too much.

Oh no absolutely I can! That man was my chemistry teacher for two years and was my favorite teacher of all time.

Ok sO.

- The Fume Hood Incident (twin shall explain @bonebrokebuddy)

- making an absolute SHIT ton of thermite when we couldn’t inhale boron gas as our last chemistry club experiment. We initially wanted to melt a hole in a junk car with it but the dude who offered his car backed out :(

- did the “exploding gummy bear” experiment that made a lot of very toxic gas for shits and giggles. We had to stay in another teachers classroom for the next class period because the room had ventilate for a while.

- once burned some extra magnesium for fun DIRECTLY UNDER THE FIRE DETECTOR and made the entire school leave because the fire alarm got set off in the dead of winter. Things akin to this happened two more times.

- since the first incident, he found out how to TURN OFF the fire detectors in his room whenever he’s doing experiments involving fire. Evidently he failed twice in this exercise.

- self medicated ADHD with coffee and drank at least 3 pots of the stuff during school hours. He had his own coffee machine in the classroom. Once did a presentation on potency stuff and brought in espresso for the class to drink. That man drank a whole pot of it before the end of the school day.

- during said coffee drinking experiments, he broke his one mug he used and used a new beaker for 2 weeks until he bothered to get a new one. Rinse and repeat this exact scenario from the beginning of his teaching until he left.

- would buy pure chemical or whatever un watered down esque chemicals are and would lower the molar count himself because “he didn’t want to pay for water” and did it IN THE CLASS ROOM BY HIMSELF WITH NO FUME HOOD. (Chemistry terms are bad I haven’t had a chem class in 5 years)

- this man is now a college professor I think. Where he rightfully should be because there is no way the experiments we did with him were given a green light through the wavers we signed.

- he bought the school a blast shield with the rest of the chemistry club funds to encourage the next chem teacher to do more dangerous experiments. (They never did :( )

These are just annecdotes. If @bonebrokebuddy wants to add onto it they’re free to do so :)

[britcision]

So it’s weird to come back a couple years after you leave a place and see how it’s changed, right?

In my first year of college, a group of friends and I were the first iteration of our college’s Makers Club. The tech teachers helped us get set up, taught us to apply for funding, got us a room for meetings

And, y’know, for most of the year what we in the club had access to was the room, a projector, and the xbox one of the members brought in for our weekly Smash Bros tournament

(Before the xbox came in the Makers Club did vitally important and scientific activities like taping a member to a chair with painter’s tape to see how easily he could break out)

And as we did the budget request, we all made jokes about stupid things we could buy, because we needed to have an itinerary of everything we wanted to submit with the budget, and the teachers advised us to ask at least double what we actually wanted

(So, 10’ diamond coated charger cables, better tape, a 3D printer to print a trophy for the winner of the tournament each week, etc.)

It was basically a lunch club, almost entirely of people from our software development classes, where we all hung out and dicked around

I graduated a couple years later, and the year after that snuck back to the Maker’s Club because we’d finally gotten a 3D printer the year I graduated and I wanted to get a sneaky print cuz we charged for the filament and not much else

And gang

I saw this club when we had A Room

We didn’t even claim it full time for two years there were still other classes in it

I saw it when we had one printer, when the coolest thing we could buy was a programmable robot kit for one of those cute lil guys you can program to move his cube around and we all had to share one

The goddamn budget request must have gone through as we all fucking left, because the next year they had not just the room permanently set aside, but the closet next door set up with TWO 3D printers and a laser cutter

I booped in and out over the next year too, mostly for curiosity (and to use the printers cuz the people now running the club were members when I’d been a founder and so long as none of us admitted I wasn’t paying tuition anymore it was fair game)

The last time I saw it, they had FOUR 3D printers, two laser cutters, three more craft machines I didn’t recognize, a working fume hood, and one guy had used club resources to build a working robot hand and was teaching it to pick locks

It was. It was amazing. It was a proper, actual piece of school infrastructure, providing benefits to the whole student body

And I was there when we just played Smash and helped each other with our homework

[seat-safety-switch]

Kids these days may not think it's "cool" to hang out at a municipal building at all hours. Bribery is way down nowadays, and so is journalism, so there's no supply nor demand for lurking in the parking garage all night just to catch a glimpse of a package stuffed with cash changing hands. Most of that stuff is fake internet money now, anyway, like flooz. Where do you even buy a manila envelope these days?

The thing is, political scandal hasn't gone away. Believe me, I'd like to think it is. Whenever I work for The Mayor Hisself, it's easy to overlook the large quantity of favours rendered to himself (and very infrequently, to me) in exchange for some small judgment or gentle steering. Surely his friends would have been just as generous with money, business partnerships, and fresh-off-the-lot Porsches if he did nothing at all for them? Of course they would. That's what makes them true friends and not seedy business associates that I'm around just in case one of them needs to be put back in line.

Now, you might think it's easy to monkey-wrench a homebuilder or someone who owns a used-car dealership. It is, but that's not the point. You have to be subtle about it: it doesn't make re-election look good if The Mayor's somewhat-esteemed childhood maybe-friend gets caught on camera using violence. No, you have to get creative about it. Deniable.

One of my favourite not-confessing-to-anything techniques is what I like to call the "smoke-out." You may remember some articles in the news recently about how Volkswagen got in trouble for making cars that produced too much exhaust. They were just running regular old passenger diesel fuel! The fumes off that stuff won't even make your eyes burn, not like high-test nitromethane being shot out the hood-exit exhaust of a half-fibreglassed Dodge Ramcharger doing donuts on your lawn. Sometimes I didn't even have to do a full spin: they'd be on the phone, tearfully apologizing to The Mayor, just because their wallpaper started to melt!

In my own day, they used to make corrupt business people tougher. A higher class of manufacture. That's why I think today's kids need to get involved. Build a new and even more dirtbaggy semi-organized semi-crime architecture, because these folks are just getting lazy with it.

[phantoms-lair]

You wanted Red Hood vs Overhaul, you got it

Eri clutched Deku tightly and he sped away, Overhaul right on their trail leaving a swath of destroyed objects and people in his wake. And as soon as he caught up to them, that was going to be Deku. He was going to die because he wanted to protect her.

Deku was wrong. She was a curse. She clutched his shoulders tighter, tears welling in her eyes. Her horn began to glow as her quirk subconsciously activated. Because of her Daddy disappeared, and then Overhaul used her to make his bullets to steal other people's powers. She'd caused nothing but pain and misery, she was the one who should disappear!

Her horn grew as her quirk tried to activate. But much like you can't uninstall a computer program that's running, Rewind couldn't erase itself or it's user while it was activated. Eri's despair tried to force it over and over again. Just as Overhaul's outstretched hand was about to brush Deku's back Rewind divided by zero and they all vanished.

~

It was the smell that hit Midoriya first. The air around him had been full of dust and the scent of blood. Suddenly there was none of that, but an almost nauseating amount of fumes and unwashed humanity. Also they were in free fall.

He quickly assessed. He wasn't in Tokyo anymore. The cars were on the wrong side of the road and the signs in English. But all that quickly was overshadowed by the horror that they were in a residential area.

He had to get Eri to safety while luring Overhaul away from the area. He did his best to get they lay of the land before he'd fallen enough for buildings to block his view. Looked like there was a harbor. Maybe if he could get him there, there'd be less people for him to destroy. And hopefully some local heroes would come to help.

Path set, Midoriya used Full Cowling to kick off a building and launch himself away.

~

"Anyone have eyes on what the Hell is happening?!" Hood demanded over the coms.

"Two metas, Boss. One Robin-aged, one adult. Robin-aged one has what looks to be a small child. He's fleeing from the adult and heading towards the harbor. Small child looks to be injured."

Hood adjusted the route his motorcycle was going in order to better intercept. "How badly injured?"

"Bandages on her arms and legs, but it's hard to get close enough to see more, sorry." His lieutenant sounded apologetic, but from the sounds of Hood could hear from back where he was he couldn't blame her. "Powers?" Might as well know what he was getting into.

"Robin-aged seems to have some green lightning around him, but he's not projecting it. It seems to give him either a strength or speed boost, hard to tell when all he's doing is running. Adult looks like he can destroy or remake anything his touches and - Gah."

"Did you get hit?"

"Negative, sorry for scaring you, sir, Adult caught a piece of his own shrapnel in his eye. He then touched his face with his hand and half of it exploded, then reformed. I wasn't expecting it."

Good to know. Especially because she might have just told him exactly how to take this guy down. "I'm going to intercept the kids. Deploy Code Beta Omega on my mark." Hood's helmet switched modes from camera to radar as he pulled his bike even with the fleeing kid (who was definitely getting a speed boost out of his power if nothing else) as his people set off numerous bright flares right in front of the adult meta's face, followed by wide area smoke bombs. "Need some help?"

"Are you a local hero?" The older kid asked in very heavily Japanese accented English.

"I'm the protector of this area." Thankfully Japanese was one of the languages he was fluent in, so he could speak to the kid in his own language. "Get on."

The boy hopped on, the smaller kid strapped to his back and Hood had to respect his sense of balance. The green lightning vanished as the kid took a breath.

"Can you get Eri to safety?" the boy asked. "I can buy some time with Overhaul. Lure him out to the water where fewer people will get hurt."

The way he said it, it sounded like the cost of that time would be his life. And the littler one, Eri, seemed to pick up on it. "You don't have to do that Deku." she said in a shaky voice. "He won't hurt you if I go back to him. And I'll be fine. He won't kill me, even when he accidently takes too much of my blood, he can just take me apart and put me back together again."

The words were brave but the fear and remembered pain in them was palpable and Hood saw green in a way that had nothing to do with Deku's hair, outfit or lightning. He sharply turned the motor cycle into an alley, where he knew a group of his people would be evacuating civilians. "Get them to the clinic. The girl needs help and the boy probably does too."

The boy looked panicked. "But Overhaul-"

"-is Done." Hood finished. "Overhaul is done."

For a moment the boy looked like he'd bluescreened, then "Overhaul is mysophobia, destroying his mask should get a panic reaction. Especially if you spit on him or something. He's arrogant, sadistic, and enjoys psychological manipulations. He also have some bullets that destroy quirks, so be very wary if he uses a gun over his hands."

"Quirks?" Everything in Hood's soul wanted to get going and destroy the man who'd hurt a child like this.

There was a split second of panic on the boys face as he tried to reword "Powers? His lets him disassemble and reassemble anything he touches in any configuration he chooses."

"Power destroying bullets? Hood laughed. "Kid, I don't think you know where you are. This is Gotham." And with that he left the kids in the hands of his crew and stalked back to where Overhaul was about to meet his end.

The smoke was beginning to clear as Hood strode to Overhaul's location. Deku had given him what information he could, and he appreciated it, really he did. Any other Bat or Bat-Adjacent would have made good use it, especially the mysophobia.

Hood was not going to. He'd already gotten all intel he needed earlier. He took a good look at the man. Huh, when Deku said he had a mask Hood was expecting a standard supervillain mask, not a honest to goodness plague doctor one. He's sure the doctors at Arkham would have a fun time pulling apart this whackjob's psyche.

Not that he was going to give them a chance. Not after hearing a little girl talk about repeatedly being ripped apart and pulled back together.

"Where did they go?" asked Overhaul, in a tone that suggested he was in charge and giving up the intel was the only way Hood would live through the next few minutes.

Cute.

"Doesn't matter. You're never going to see either one ever again." Hood smirked under his helmet. "In fact, enjoy your view of the ass-end of Gotham. It's the last thing you're ever going to see."

Overhaul sneered. "Eri will be so upset. Another person dead because of her. She really is a curse."

The green was overwhelming. The only thing keeping Hood in control was the knowledge that he was going to give the Pit exactly what it wanted.

Overhaul touched the ground and it exploded, rearranging itself as large spikes erupted from the ground. Most people would have been impaled. Most people weren't trained by the Bat, the League of Assassins, and the All-Caste. "You heroes are so annoying. Like any one of you would be able to properly use an asset like her."

"SHE IS A CHILD." Hood roared. One of the spikes nicked him, but only caused surface damage, naturally. It would have been embarrassing to do more than was entirely when one gets hit on purpose. He needed two things. Overhaul provided the presence of absolute evil, and he provided his own blood. With two flashes the All Blades appeared and two hands fell to the ground.

Overhaul stared for a moment. He'd lost arms before and it was easy enough to replace one using the other, but he'd never lost both at once. His mind raced, trying to come up with a solution, and his knees began to buckle.

He never hit the ground however, as Hood caught him by the throat with one hand. With the other he ripped off the mask before pushing Overhauls face into some street sludge. This being Gotham and Crime Alley in particular, who knows what it might have been. Guess he was going to use the kid's info on mysophobia after all.

"It's tempting, you know, to keep you alive just long enough to watch infection set it. But people like you do tend to find a way of rebounding and I'm not going to risk it. I do want to catch up with those kids and make sure they're okay, so I'll give myself...ten minutes? Yeah, ten minutes sounds good. Ten minutes to show you exactly what happens to people who hurt kids in my territory. Ten minutes to make you beg for death, then - like the kind soul I am- answer your prayers."

Overhauls eyes were wide with terror. "But...but you're a hero?"

Hood grinned cruelly under his helmet. "I haven't called myself one of those for a long time. And Babs," he said, seeming to address no one. "I don't want Daddy Bats or any of his crew interfering."

For the next ten minutes, he was going to enjoy himself.

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Coyote Finally Ages Out

(Continuation from "Coyote's Backstory As A Foster Kid")

[Brian Z. Romero/Coyote was in his room getting prepared to move out after he turned finally turned eighteen. He was packing his clothes into his suitcase as the cruel words of the director still stung in his head as they got into probably the last verbal match they would ever have. Even when with his plans to get into vocational college, the man didn't believe he could make anything out of himself.]

(flashback to director's office)

Director (cruelly mocks at a visibly angry Coyote/Brian) : You are a worthless hood rat. You were born a hood rat, you'll die a hood rat, and you will be lucky anybody will mourn you!

(flashback ends)

[He slammed his suitcase shut in anger as he really wished he could let the bastard have it, but since he was an adult now that meant big boy prison and not just juvie as sometimes people said he would end up in.]

Coyote/Brian (fumes): I'm not worthless, and I won't die alone.

[He continued going around his room picking things up to put in his boxes from metal band posters to books on Rutherford Springs/Atom City's history. All the while picking up a movie he's had ever since he was a kid that almost remind him of his situation and melancholy reminisced on it.]

Coyote/Brian:

Riffraff,

hood rat

I don't buy that.

If only they'd look closer

Would they see a poor boy?

No siree

They'd find out

There's so much more to me

[He sighed to take a short break as he looked down at the vocational school pamphlet he had on his desk and saw it as his only hope in life to better himself and to prove to everyone that he wasn't destined for failure.]

Brian/Coyote (tries to be optimistic) : Someday, things are gonna change. I will be successful, live in a nice home, and never have any problems at all.

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If you are looking for a trusted supplier of nitric acid in Mumbai or anywhere in India, keep the following points in mind:

1.Certifications: Ensure the manufacturer has ISO or chemical safety certifications.

2.Reputation: Check for reviews, client feedback, or company history.

3.Experience: Longer experience in the chemical industry is always a good sign.

4.Safety Measures: They must provide safety data sheets (SDS) and follow chemical safety standards.

5.Product Range: A wide range of chemical offerings shows strong manufacturing capability.

Safety Tips for Handling Fuming Nitric Acid

To buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai, it must be handled with proper safety equipment and guidelines:

1.Always use acid-resistant gloves and safety goggles.

2.Work in a well-ventilated area or under a fume hood.

3.Keep water and neutralizing agents nearby for emergencies.

FAQs

Q1. Why should I buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai?

A: When you buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai, you benefit from faster delivery, local support, and reduced logistics costs. Mumbai is a hub for many chemical industries, making it easier to find reliable suppliers.

Q2. Is it safe to buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai for industrial use?

A: Yes, it is safe if you buy from certified and experienced suppliers. Always ensure your supplier follows proper safety and packaging guidelines.

Q3. Are all nitric acid manufacturers licensed?

A: Not all are. That’s why it’s important to choose certified and licensed nitric acid manufacturers who comply with environmental and safety regulations.

Q4. Do you offer delivery in all parts of Mumbai? A: Yes, we offers timely delivery across Mumbai and nearby industrial areas.

Q5. Is fuming nitric acid different from regular nitric acid? A: Yes, fuming nitric acid is a more concentrated and stronger form of nitric acid. It's used in specialized industries and should only be purchased from qualified nitric acid manufacturers.

Conclusion

The demand for nitric acid and fuming nitric acid is rising across industries. Whether you are a small lab or a large-scale manufacturing unit, it’s essential to buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai from trusted suppliers. With years of experience and a strong client base, they are your go-to choice when looking for dependable nitric acid manufacturers in the region. So, the next time you plan to buy fuming nitric acid in Mumbai, make sure to connect with us where quality meets trust.

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Multipoint Inspection Checklist: What You Need to Know

Caring for your car means more than just oil changes and tire checks. To keep it running safely and smoothly, you need to know what’s happening under the hood and around it. That’s where a multipoint inspection checklist comes in.

What Is a Multipoint Inspection?

A multipoint inspection is a complete car check. It helps find any minor problems before they turn into big ones. Think of it as a report card for your car’s health.

Most car shops or dealers offer it when you go in for service. Some even give it for free during an oil change or regular service visit.

Why Is It Important?

Catching a problem early is always better. If your brakes are worn or your battery is weak, you want to know before you’re stuck on the side of the road.

Here’s why drivers should care about this:

Safety: You’ll know if your car is safe to drive.

Save Money: Fixing small problems costs less than big repairs.

Better Performance: Your car runs smoother and lasts longer.

Plan Ahead: You can plan for repairs and not get caught off guard.

What’s On a Multipoint Inspection Checklist?

Let’s look at the basic parts included in most multipoint inspection checklists. Each place might check slightly different things, but the core parts are the same.

1. Fluids Check

The mechanic will check the levels and condition of these fluids:

Engine oil

Transmission fluid

Brake fluid

Coolant

Windshield washer fluid

Power steering fluid (if your car has it)

They’ll top off or suggest replacing if needed.

2. Battery and Charging System

The battery is tested to make sure it’s holding power. Cables and connections are checked too.

If your battery is getting weak, the inspection will catch it before it dies on you.

3. Brakes

Brakes are one of the most important parts of the checklist. The mechanic will check:

Brake pads

Rotors

Brake fluid

Lines and hoses

If the pads are thin or there’s a leak, you’ll know right away.

4. Tires

Tires are inspected for:

Tread depth

Air pressure

Uneven wear

Damage or nails

You’ll know if they need rotation, repair, or replacement.

5. Lights and Wipers

All lights are tested including:

Headlights

Taillights

Brake lights

Turn signals

Wiper blades and washers are checked to make sure they’re working right.

6. Belts and Hoses

Belts and hoses can wear out over time. If they crack, slip, or leak, they’ll be flagged during the inspection.

7. Suspension and Steering

The steering and suspension system is looked over for:

Leaks

Loose parts

Worn bushings

Shocks or struts that need replacing

These help your car ride smoothly and handle well.

8. Exhaust System

They’ll check for any holes, rust, or leaks in the exhaust system. This helps your car run cleaner and keeps you safe from fumes.

What Is a Multipoint Inspection Sheet?

When the inspection is done, you’ll get a multipoint inspection sheet. This is a printed or digital report that shows everything the mechanic checked. It usually uses a color code like:

Green: All good

Yellow: May need attention soon

Red: Needs immediate attention

This sheet gives you a clear picture of your car’s health. It helps you decide what to fix now and what to watch later.

How Often Should You Get One?

Many people get a multipoint inspection checklist review every time they go in for service—like oil changes or tire rotations. If your car is older or you drive long distances, more frequent checks are a smart move.

You can also ask for an inspection before a road trip or when buying a used car.

Can You Do It Yourself?

Some basic checks can be done at home. You can look at tire pressure, check your oil level, and test your lights. But for the full checklist, it’s better to let a pro handle it. They have the tools and know what to look for.

Save the Sheet for Records

Always keep the multipoint inspection sheet in your car or with your maintenance records. If you ever sell the car, the new owner can see how well you took care of it. It also helps mechanics know your car’s history during future visits.

Conclusion

A multipoint inspection checklist is one of the best tools to keep your car in great shape. It’s a simple way to spot issues early, save money, and drive with peace of mind.

Next time you go in for service, ask for the inspection—and make sure to keep that multipoint inspection sheet. It’s more than just a list; it’s your car’s health report.

Stay safe, stay smart, and keep your car running strong.

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Affordable & Reliable Laboratory Furniture in Pakistan for Laboratories

Setting up a fully functional laboratory requires careful planning, and one of the most critical aspects is choosing the right laboratory furniture. Laboratories in educational institutions, research centers, healthcare facilities, and industrial settings need high-quality furniture that ensures efficiency, safety, and durability. If you're looking for affordable and reliable laboratory furniture in Pakistan, this guide will help you understand what to consider and where to find the best options.

Why Choose High-Quality Laboratory Furniture?

Investing in reliable laboratory furniture is essential for several reasons:

Safety & Compliance – Well-built lab furniture ensures a safe working environment by minimizing chemical exposure and accidents.

Durability & Strength – High-quality materials resist chemicals, fire, and moisture, ensuring long-term use.

Enhanced Efficiency – Properly designed furniture improves workflow, storage, and comfort for lab personnel.

Cost-Effectiveness – Investing in durable furniture reduces long-term costs by minimizing repairs and replacements.

Types of Laboratory Furniture Available in Pakistan

Laboratories require various types of furniture to support different scientific processes. Some essential furniture options include:

1. Laboratory Workbenches

A strong and spacious workbench is the foundation of any lab. It should be chemical-resistant, heat-resistant, and easy to clean.

2. Storage Cabinets

Organizing lab equipment, chemicals, and samples is crucial for efficiency and safety. Fire-resistant and chemical-resistant cabinets are ideal for any laboratory.

3. Laboratory Fume Hoods

For labs dealing with hazardous chemicals, fume hoods ensure proper ventilation and protect users from toxic fumes.

4. Lab Seating & Stools

Comfortable, ergonomic lab chairs and stools reduce strain and fatigue for scientists and technicians working long hours.

5. Sinks & Wash Stations

Cleaning and waste disposal are vital in any lab. Corrosion-resistant sinks help maintain hygiene and safety.

Factors to Consider When Buying Laboratory Furniture in Pakistan

Before purchasing laboratory furniture in Pakistan, consider the following factors:

Material Quality – Opt for epoxy resin, stainless steel, or chemical-resistant laminate for durability.

Customization Options – Modular designs allow flexibility to fit specific lab requirements.

Affordability – Compare prices from multiple suppliers to find cost-effective options without compromising quality.

Compliance & Safety – Ensure the furniture meets international safety and laboratory standards.

Supplier Reputation – Choose a reliable manufacturer with positive customer feedback and after-sales support.

Where to Buy Affordable Laboratory Furniture in Pakistan?

Several manufacturers and suppliers in Pakistan offer affordable and reliable laboratory furniture for various industries. When selecting a supplier, look for:

A wide range of customizable options.

High-quality materials with long-term warranties.

Competitive pricing with value-for-money solutions.

Installation and after-sales support services.

Conclusion

Finding affordable and reliable laboratory furniture in Pakistan is essential for creating a safe and efficient lab environment. By choosing high-quality materials, ergonomic designs, and trusted suppliers, laboratories can ensure long-term durability and performance. Whether setting up a new lab or upgrading existing facilities, investing in the right furniture will enhance productivity and safety for years to come.

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Best Laboratory Furniture Brands to Buy in 2025

Choosing the right laboratory furniture can significantly impact the functionality and efficiency of your workspace. With countless options available, knowing which brands stand out for quality and innovation is crucial. This guide highlights the best laboratory furniture brands to consider in 2025.

Why Invest in Quality Laboratory Furniture?

Investing in reliable laboratory furniture ensures safety, durability, and productivity. Let’s explore the benefits of choosing top brands.

Enhanced Durability

Long-Lasting Materials

High-Quality Construction: Resists wear and tear from daily use.

Chemical Resistance: Withstands harsh substances without damage.

Reduced Maintenance

Low Upkeep Costs: Quality materials require minimal repairs.

Longevity: Fewer replacements save money over time.

Improved Efficiency

Customizable Designs

Tailored Solutions: Adapt furniture to meet specific needs.

Modular Options: Expand or reconfigure as necessary.

Enhanced Ergonomics

Adjustable Features: Improve comfort and reduce strain.

Optimized Workflow: Create an organized and accessible setup.

Top Laboratory Furniture Brands to Watch in 2025

Brand: Labconco Introduction: Labconco Corporation specializes in providing high-performance laboratory equipment and furniture to meet diverse scientific needs. Location: Kansas City, Missouri, USA Website: www.labconco.com Main Products: Fume hoods, lab benches, glassware washers, and biosafety cabinets. Advantages: High-quality craftsmanship. Strong focus on safety and performance standards.

Brand: Durcon Introduction: Durcon is known for its epoxy resin work surfaces, which provide unparalleled durability and chemical resistance. Location: Taylor, Texas, USA Website: www.durcon.com Main Products: Epoxy resin countertops, sinks, and backsplash systems. Advantages: Industry leader in epoxy resin technology. Offers highly durable and low-maintenance solutions.

Brand: Waldner Introduction: Waldner is a European market leader specializing in laboratory furniture and modular laboratory systems. Location: Wangen im Allgäu, Germany Website: www.waldner.de Main Products: Laboratory furniture, fume cupboards, and modular lab solutions. Advantages: Exceptional modular designs. Renowned for precision engineering and innovative features.

Brand: Fisher Hamilton Introduction: Fisher Hamilton provides comprehensive lab furniture solutions, focusing on durability and adaptability. Location: Two Rivers, Wisconsin, USA Website: www.fisherhamilton.com Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, and technical furniture. Advantages: Longstanding reputation for reliability. Customizable solutions for various laboratory needs.

Brand: Mott Manufacturing Introduction: Mott Manufacturing delivers premium laboratory furniture and fume hoods with a focus on customization and quality. Location: Brantford, Ontario, Canada Website: www.mott.ca Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, workbenches, and custom lab furniture. Advantages: Highly customizable solutions. Environmentally sustainable practices.

Brand: Haldeman Homme, Inc. Introduction: Haldeman Homme provides turnkey laboratory furniture and equipment solutions for diverse scientific applications. Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA Website: www.haldemanhomme.com Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, and modular lab furniture. Advantages: Comprehensive project support. Strong emphasis on quality and design.

Brand: Kottermann Introduction: Kottermann specializes in fully modular laboratory furniture and fume cupboards for modern research environments. Location: Uetze, Germany Website: www.kottermann.com Main Products: Modular lab furniture, fume hoods, and specialized lab systems. Advantages: Focus on modularity and sustainability. Renowned for German engineering excellence.

Brand: Steelcase Introduction: Steelcase designs innovative and ergonomic laboratory furniture solutions, blending function and aesthetics. Location: Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA Website: www.steelcase.com Main Products: Workstations, storage systems, and ergonomic furniture. Advantages: Strong emphasis on design and ergonomics. Wide range of customizable options.

Brand: NuAire Introduction: NuAire specializes in laboratory furniture and biosafety cabinets that meet stringent safety and quality standards. Location: Plymouth, Minnesota, USA Website: www.nuaire.com Main Products: Biosafety cabinets, lab benches, and laminar airflow systems. Advantages: Industry leader in biosafety solutions. Strong focus on innovation and reliability.

Brand: Kewaunee Introduction: Kewaunee Scientific Corporation is a global leader in the design, manufacture, and installation of laboratory, healthcare, and technical furniture products. Location: Statesville, North Carolina, USA Website: www.kewaunee.com Main Products: Lab casework, fume hoods, work surfaces, and technical furniture. Advantages: Trusted by professionals worldwide. Uses eco-friendly manufacturing processes.

How to Choose the Best Brand for Your Lab

Selecting the right brand depends on your specific requirements and budget. Consider the following factors.

Evaluate Your Needs

Type of Work

Chemical Experiments: Prioritize chemical-resistant surfaces.

Biological Research: Look for hygienic and easy-to-clean materials.

Space Constraints

Compact Labs: Opt for modular and space-saving designs.

Large Facilities: Consider customizable and scalable furniture.

Compare Costs and Features

Budget Considerations

Value for Money: Balance affordability with quality.

Bulk Discounts: Save more when outfitting an entire lab.

Additional Features

Integrated Utilities: Choose furniture with built-in power options.

Warranty Coverage: Ensure long-term protection for your investment.

Trends in Laboratory Furniture for 2025

Staying updated on emerging trends helps in making informed decisions. Here’s what’s popular this year.

Sustainability

Eco-Friendly Materials

Recycled Components: Reduce environmental impact.

Low VOC Finishes: Improve indoor air quality.

Energy Efficiency

Smart Lighting Integration: Minimizes energy consumption.

Renewable Manufacturing: Supports sustainable practices.

Technology Integration

Smart Features

IoT Connectivity: Syncs with lab equipment for streamlined operations.

Digital Displays: Offers real-time monitoring of experiments.

Advanced Safety

Fireproof Materials: Adds extra protection for sensitive experiments.

Anti-Microbial Surfaces: Reduces contamination risks.

Conclusion

Choosing the right laboratory furniture brand ensures a safe, efficient, and productive workspace. Brands like XYZ Labs, LabTech Pro, and Apex Scientific offer innovative solutions for every need. Evaluate your requirements, compare features, and consider trends to make the best decision for your lab in 2025.

ZH LAB is the largest laboratory furniture manufacturer in Guangzhou, China, with a 20,000m² production center and over 10 years of industry experience. We specialize in delivering high-precision, expertly designed lab tables and furniture tailored to meet your needs.

✅ Precision & Expertise – Our team ensures every piece is crafted for durability and functionality. ✅ Advanced Manufacturing – Equipped with state-of-the-art machinery, we guarantee efficiency and consistency in production. ✅ ISO-Certified Quality – We adhere to the highest industry standards, ensuring superior quality control.

Choose ZH LAB for reliable, high-quality, and expertly crafted lab furniture. Contact us today to transform your laboratory with the best solutions!