#does Not endear me to them sorryy!!

[dukeofthomas]

I hate the insistence in pushing Jason into the batfamily.

If he doesn't wanna go to dinner, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't wanna hang out with them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't want to see them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't even want to contact them, he doesn't have to.

It's so annoying to read fic and always see it presented as his Family Knows Better. Jason is just being silly by not realizing how much they love him and he just needs to let them break into his home and comms and life because they want him there.

[bnha-scenarios-and-imagines]

scenario in which Todoroki's (incredibly dense & socially inept) crush asks him why her heart beats so fast around him, why has she been getting flustered around him (basically all the symptoms of a crush lmao) with a totally straight face (and her getting super red after finding out it's love, hehe) This is so long omg sorryy and i just wanna say i love your writing ;0; and gl with the blog!~

Aw, thank you so much! This idea is absolutely adorable, and I hope what I wrote did it justice. 

TODOROKI:

You were confused. Utterly and hopelessly confused. It wasn’t a particularly uncommon feeling for you as many had told you that you were incredibly dense most of the time, but that didn’t mean you liked it. Though you were clueless most of the time, most of your classmates found it endearing, so you had many friends in 1-A.

However, this new situation had been making you uncomfortable lately. You were close friends with Todoroki, and you loved talking with him, especially after he mellowed out a bit more due to his fight with Midoriya at the sports festival. He was nice and you found his dry humour to be quite funny, so the time you spent with him was always pleasant. But as of late, you’ve been feeling different around him. It didn’t necessarily feel bad per se, but you weren’t exactly sure if it was good either.

You were aware that this was another one of your clueless moments and that you would be unable to figure it out yourself, so you decided the best course of action would be to go straight to the origin of your problems. While Todoroki also had a few dense moments at times, he was not as bad as you and was still very intelligent, so he would probably be able to assist you.

The class was currently on the training grounds, having just finished their latest exercise. There were a few minutes remaining until the end of the lesson, so most had formed their own little groups and began chatting while they waited for the class to end. You found Todoroki conversing with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu. With a determined glint in your eyes, you began making your way over to them.

“Hey, guys!” you greeted cheerfully with a wave.

Uraraka smiled brightly at you. “Hi, (Y/N)-chan! You did great today in class!”

“You too!” you replied. You turned to Todoroki next as he was the reason you joined them in the first place. When grey and cerulean orbs met your own, you began feeling odd again, so you decided to get straight to it. “Todoroki-kun, I needed to ask you something. It’s urgent.”

His expression turned curious, unsure of why you seemed so troubled. “Sure, what is it?”

You took a deep breath before answering. “I’ve been feeling really weird around you lately,” you told him with furrowed eyebrows. He blinked once, not quite understanding, and you elaborated. “Whenever I’m around you, my heart starts beating really fast. It’s not painful or anything, but it makes me feel nervous. And my face gets hot too! I keep tripping over words and stuttering during our conversations and I can’t think straight. I don’t know what’s wrong with me! So I was wondering if you could figure it out…” You said everything seriously with a straight face, not noticing that the training ground that had previously been filled with chatter was now quiet. “If you guys could help me too, that’d be great!” you said, referring to the other three that were there. You tilted your head to the side in confusion when you saw their expressions. Midoriya’s face was bright red for some reason while Uraraka had an excited glimmer in her eye and Yaoyorozu, with a tint of pink on her cheeks, held a hand up to her mouth as if in shock. Why did they look so weird all of a sudden?

“Well…” Your attention eagerly returned to Todoroki, the main person you were hoping to get an answer from. “That does sound strange. You might be ill.” He held his hand up to stare at it for a few moments as if he was remembering something. “I do seem to have some hand-crusher-like presence in me that causes the hands of the people around me to get hurt.” Midoriya had to choke back a laugh at the memory. “Perhaps something about me causes sickness as well.” Uraraka slapped a palm on her forehead in exasperation at his answer.

“Oh…” Your expression became crestfallen. “That would be terrible. I really do enjoy talking to you.”

“We may be able to find something to cure you. I go to the hospital on free days, so I can ask someone the next time I go.”

“That would be great, Todoroki-kun! Thank you so much!”

Dear God they could not watch this trainwreck continue for any longer.

“Someone, stop this madness!” Kirishima exclaimed, feeling embarrassment for the two.

Finally, Kaminari released a yell of frustration then screamed, “It’s called love, you dense idiots!”

The two of you finally realized that the entire class was watching. They were not planning on intervening as it seemed to be a personal matter between the pair of you, but they couldn’t restrain themselves. They had underestimated just how devastatingly stupid you both were. They had to help.

You blinked once. Then twice. Slowly, but surely, the information began to process in your mind. It seemed it had already registered for Todoroki as he had tensed up all of a sudden at Kaminari’s words. Instantly, your cheeks flared red. “What?” you yelped, mortified. “L-l-l-love?! No, I-I, surely I would have noticed if it was something like that!”

Everyone deadpanned. “No. No, you wouldn’t have,” Sero stated bluntly.

You cupped your cheeks in your hands in horror. So you had just confessed to Todoroki?! In front of the class?! Without even realizing you were doing so?! How does that even happen?!

“Uh…” Todoroki’s voice broke you out of your reverie. You looked at him, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the ground. “Do you… want to grab a bite somewhere after school?”

Wait, what? “Huh?” Was he asking you out? “Are you asking me out?”

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, unused to what he was doing. “Yeah,” he replied simply.

Your posture slowly relaxed. “Oh, um… okay, yeah, that’d be great!” The two of you then began chatting and started to casually make your way back inside the school for your next class as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had happened.

The others watched as they left, shocked at this sudden development. “Man, they bounce back fast…”

“You know,” Kirishima began. “It’s because of their denseness that they were able to start going out, but honestly, if they weren’t so dense, the two probably would have started dating ages ago.”

Kaminari snorted. “True. They were so obviously crushing on each other, it was almost painful to watch.”

“I thought it was cute!” Uraraka defended.

“It was cute the first couple times. After like three months of them super conspicuously making eyes at each other across the room, not so much.”

“Well, it all turned out alright, didn’t it?” Izuku stated, a smile on his lips as he watched his two friends’ retreating backs.

Up ahead, you were sporting your own smile as you walked alongside your crush. Perhaps your denseness comes in handy sometimes.

[gaiabamman]

Oh my! SorryI was sooooo busy working on the Italian saga that I kind of fell of the face of the Earth. I’m still here, I am well, and I finished the draft of book 3 in the new Italian Saga series! (Number 7 over all!) 

If you don’t know me, I am Gaia B Amman, part ninja, part unicorn, and the author of the Italian Saga

Meanwhile, get your sci-fi fix ;)

Warning: some explicit content.

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Summary: Nala (liberal) and Lethal (conservative) linked! In spite of their huge differences they now share their consciousness and their skills. Nala has to face her responsibilities as a soldier and decide if she will kill “the enemy” of commit desertion. Also, it is completely normal for Cursoi like Nala and Lethal to merge, the equivalent of human intercourse. Their system is non binary and Cursoi are free to identify (or not) as they please and merge with whom they like, but Nala, who was raised human, struggles with the system, forcing Lethal to hold back too. Who is the liberal one after all?

The evening is awkward, again. The interest in the new girl faded as soon as it was clear I wasn’t gonna merge with anyone. In a way, linking kind of saved me from public shame. Apprentices seem to think Lethal and I became exclusive.

As if.

I shoot longing glances toward Drama, and Lethal is lusting for anyone but, downing Libre like he’s on a mission. I even think he might have considered Dime for a brief second, but maybe that was me.

Zera purrs, “Hey, you haven’t been around much, lately.” It takes me a second to realize she’s talking to Lethal, not me. I guess when I’m tired it’s harder to keep myself into my brain.

Lethal mumbles, looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and downing a glass of Libre, “Mm, been busy.”

“With Rogue?” Echo jibes, and everyone laughs. Everyone but me, Lethal, and Drama.

Min quips, “Why so serious Drama, you don’t like to share anymore?”

“Your ass, anytime,” Drama mutters.

I catch myself looking at him, wondering if he knows how it feels to kill a man.

Nala!

I turn to Lethal who slowly shakes his head flashing images of orgies in my brain to distract me from my pity party. I shake my head, but the attempt is endearing. Stop it! I’m okay.

Zera’s small boobs.

Stop it!

Echo’s sweet ass.

I down a glass of Libre and engage in conversation with Min, who catches me up on every bit of funny mishap that happened during the missions we missed while we were unconscious. He says, “Kino has been the muscle since Lethal… went Rogue!”

I can’t help a bitter bout of laughter at the witty turn of words, but Lethal darkens. As much as he hates killing, it’s the only thing that makes him feel needed. I try not to linger on his foggy feelings as he downs more Libre.

I fight the haze clouding his brain, and ask Min, “How does Kino kill?”

“He clots blood.”

Gross.

Right? Lethal thinks in my head.

Crushing organs isn’t prettier.

“Rogue! Lethal!” We jump at Ghost’s chiding. He shakes his head.

“What?” Min asks.

“We should not talk in each other’s head. It’s not healthy,” I admit, a little ashamed, hating that Ghost is around after hours. He goes to talk to Browser and Dime, who nod and walk away with him, maybe on a mission.

“Why?” Zera asks. “Lethal became a bit less of an asshole since you linked. It’s the first time in almost eighteen years that I’m actually fancying Lethal for something other than his… body.” She winks, and everyone laughs.

I feel detached from all the banter, yet amazement fills me, when I realize that Lethal just blushed. I turn to him to confirm that’s the case and my awe resonates in his bewilderment. He would love for someone to actually like him, after all.

I’m just drunk, he says.

I stare at him a little too long, his big eyes staring self-consciously at his hands. I shake it off, conscious of Drama’s prying gaze, and I answer Zera’s question, “Well, it’s unhealthy because it blurs the line between my consciousness and his. It’s good when we keep each other in check.”

“Mmm,” Echo says, biting a cuticle. “I liked when Lethal kept me in check.”

A bunch of girls nod, and I burst out laughing with the bout of lust that overtook Lethal, and me, but he’s the one stuck under the table.

“Oh, I’ll come around, soon enough,” he says, without lifting his gaze. “I’ve just been adjusting.”

“Yeah, right.” Drama snorts, and it kills me that I have no idea what he means.

Brain says in my head, A small contingent of extremist Saturnites aimed their satellite on the Red Quarters. We just caught sight of it on the u-radar. Eliminate them.

Emo clears the Libre out of everyone’s system, and we are on the run.

I run to the meeting point, reveling in my sudden mental clarity, strength, and agility.

You’re welcome, Lethal thinks, clearly pissed about the years of painful training I skipped. He keeps flashing memories of endless pushup series and painful morning runs in my head.

I need to touch him, to reassure us both and feel the golden light, but as much as there’s nothing he’d like more, he’s too proud and a little angry. He was really hoping for a bender. He hated that Ghost found out that a very young Grayson killed his Master, likely in self-defense.

Hey, it wasn’t your fault, I say.

The thought sounds cheesy and does nothing to stop the whirlwind of hatred going through Lethal’s brain about being weak, about letting the Master do to him whatever he wanted, about deserving everything that happened to him, and about the bonking curse of the skill he’s been stuck with ever since.

Lethal, stop.

I walk to him and take his hand. He flinches, but does not pull back and the light soothes us both. We have to wait for everyone to gather. I had always been last, before linking.

Kino and Vulture come in, naked. It amazes me how Cursoi don’t flinch in front of nudity but can’t stop staring at Lethal and I holding hands. A glare from Lethal causes everyone to mind their own business. Ghost throws some clothes to whomever needs them, and Dime blinks us away.

We blink into one of the many artificial satellites surviving within Saturn’s mostly gaseous, very thick atmosphere. The Capital’s Apprentices are gathered on the upper deck of the main hall, away from the many eyes below us, which are aimed instead at the speaker on the podium. Everything glints in metal, white, and artificial lights.

The speaker, wearing the grades of Commander within the Interplanetary Coalition, yells, “We live in this dung hole to provide them the hydrogen they need to make water and survive, and what do we get in exchange? A ban from Earth? This is not the gratitude we deserve!” The crowd cheers and yells back. He adds, “We did not choose Saturn like our ancestors did centuries ago. We all came from Earth at one point! This nonsense has to come to an end! Our sacrifice will free the coalition of the biggest bigot ever!”

The crowd chants back, pumping their fists in the air, “Free the coalition! Free the coalition!”

Lethal says, Nala, you’re holding me back.

I reply, You can’t seriously be thinking of killing all these people.

I don’t think. It’s an order, and they will die anyway, out of their own doing.

To kill the president. There’s gotta be another way.

Nala, they’ll start a war that will kill millions. You’re wasting time. Nala!

I falter, and everyone in the hall below us crumples to the ground.

When we blink back, the report barely registers with me. Vulture getting rid of the bodies. Ghost resetting the satellite coordinates and requesting a new crew. Zera and Emo making sure no diplomatic incident ensues.

I’m numb.

I have killed two-hundred people.

The golden light spreads around me, and I realize Lethal took my hand. He leads me back to our place. As soon as we are in, he closes the door behind us, hugs me, and cries.

I wake up in Lethal’s arms, fully clothed, face bathed in tears. I was having terrible nightmares, like when we linked at first. Merging with dead bodies. Walking by myself over a desert of corpses. Lethal holds me tighter and I let him. I cannot believe I judged him. I keep seeing all those people, crumpling to the floor, over and over. I start to hyperventilate.

Nala—Rogue, we were just carrying out orders. You have to separate yourself from the action, from the responsibility.

I don’t know if I can. I sob. Zera could have erased them. Took their bonking suicidal plan out of their heads.

It was their own choice, Nala. Their freewill.

And mine to take their life, I reply, because we did have a choice. I did. I did not feel as compelled as I should have. Did you?

Lethal shakes his head and says, Opposing orders means taking responsibility for the consequences, though.

True.

It’s easier with time. Maybe because I remember surviving. Lethal pauses. Or maybe because I forgot what it really means to live.

When I wake up again, Lethal has a strange look in his eyes, almost spirited. He’s not holding me anymore, and I miss the golden light.

I can’t take it anymore, he says. The need to merge is a hunger ever-expanding within him, and me. The Saturn mission only made it worse. Withdrawal is much stronger for him. He feels weak, anxious, angry, way more than I do, probably because I merged only once in my life. I immediately think of Drama, and Lethal’s self-hatred reaches record levels.

After all that happened today, fucking doesn’t seem that bad of a choice anymore. I want to forget, get lost, vent. I need to connect, to merge, let it all go, and it grosses me out.

Lethal stands up and storms out of the nest.

I sigh, barely registering him as he walks to the park, and meets with people. Except that he doesn’t want to chat. He wants to merge.

Lethal’s consciousness breaks through mine only a few minutes later, when arousal interrupts my train of thought. He is in his place with Zera and Echo, the three of them kissing, half naked. Anger overtakes me, and I wish I were as repulsed by them as he was by Drama, but I’m better than that, or worse. I’m not sure, but my body tingles and my heart starts racing.

I try to get out of his head, burying my face under the pillows, but I feel his erection grow under Echo’s attentive fingers, her tongue on his neck, right below the ear, and I burst into tears, feeling as abandoned and lonely as I have ever been. Also, I am getting wet, which is confusing and frustrating.

Back in Lethal’s place, Echo asks him, “Lethal? Are you… crying?”

He lived with his own pain for so long, I doubt mine is enough to give him a second thought. Lethal shakes his head, ignoring the tears, and never meeting her eyes. He can’t talk though. He just wants to fuck all his pain out, but I know that’s not how I’ll feel better, and now he does too. He still doesn’t stop, biting Zera’s shoulder pretty hard. She moans.

I keep crying, pretending the way my body feels is because of Drama, pretending that my own personal demon isn’t keeping me from merging with the man I was falling for. There’s no love in Lethal’s hands, in his mouth. Whatever love he had is agonizing here with me.

I see Zera half naked, gorgeous with her alabaster skin, her small breasts in Lethal’s hands, my hands. I hate it, but I still feel lust. Lethal doesn’t meet Zera’s or Echo’s gaze. He never looks his partners in the eye. Echo is sliding out of her pants, but Lethal thinks he should find that a lot more exciting than he actually does. Lethal thinks this is all dung. Lethal stops.

I hold my breath while he lies to them. “Mission,” he says. “Gotta go.”

“Two missions in a day? That splurts,” Zera says, turning her attention to Echo, who calls,

“See you later, Lethal!”

I know Lethal is coming back to me.

[cologona]

OP’s tags

#like genuinely how do yall write this shit n not realize how fucked it is

#i hear jason say he doesnt wanna do something w his family and im like HELL YEAH ASSERT UR BOUNDARIES

#him being strongarmed into dinner despite knowing its gonna be a shitshow n judged heavily if he doesnt show is like. a fucking staple #of fic and im SOOO done w it

#do none of you think? really do you even think??

#ig its the difference in perspective between viewing the batfamily as the Ultimate Good thing. the place they all should strive to be #instead of the mess of toxicity and stalking n abusiveness it is

#and even in content where the batfamily is actually as healthy as they can be jason still doesnt have to do anything w em!!!

#hes completely justified to not contact them. thats his fucking choice and boundary n writing his family prancing right past all that #does Not endear me to them sorryy!!

#i once saw someone explain jason as low-contact and i was like. yeah. i love that. let me have that please

#its not that i hate seeing him in the batfam. i just think it should be HIS choice

I hate the insistence in pushing Jason into the batfamily.

If he doesn't wanna go to dinner, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't wanna hang out with them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't want to see them, he doesn't have to. If he doesn't even want to contact them, he doesn't have to.

It's so annoying to read fic and always see it presented as his Family Knows Better. Jason is just being silly by not realizing how much they love him and he just needs to let them break into his home and comms and life because they want him there.