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for lando x hughes reader au: you take lando to the hughes bowl and he's sitting there completely clueless.
When I told Lando I was taking him to a hockey game, he was excited—until he realized he had absolutely no clue what was going on.
"Wait, so both your brothers are playing against each other?" he asked as we walked into the arena.
"Yep," I grinned. "Jack and Luke on the Devils, Quinn on the Canucks. It’s the Hughes bowl tonight."
As soon as we took our seats, Lando was already confused. “So, uh… what’s the goal here?” he asked, watching as the players skated around in warmups.
I laughed. “Score goals, babe.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I got that part. But, like, what are the rules? What’s offside? How many guys are on the ice at once?”
Oh boy. I had my work cut out for me.
“Okay,” I started, pointing toward the ice. “Each team has six players on the ice—five skaters and one goalie. The goal is to get the puck into the net. If you cross the blue line before the puck does, that’s offside.”
Lando nodded slowly, like he was trying to process everything. “Right, right… so it’s like track limits in F1?”
I blinked. “Uh… sure? But also no. I’ll explain as we go.”
The game started, and the crowd roared to life. I could see Jack and Luke out there, already chirping Quinn. Lando jumped when a big hit was thrown against the boards in front of us.
“Wait, they can just… do that?” he asked, wide-eyed.
“Yep. As long as it’s clean, they can hit each other all they want.”
Lando let out a low whistle. “F1 drivers would cry if we had to deal with that.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Yeah, you guys are divas compared to hockey players.”
He shook his head, still baffled. "If I did that in F1, I’d be banned for life."
I laughed as I focused back on the game. Jack had the puck now, weaving his way through defenders, and I elbowed Lando excitedly. "Watch Jack, he's gonna—"
Before I could finish my sentence, Quinn stepped up and stole the puck cleanly, sending Jack stumbling slightly. Lando gasped like he just witnessed a crime.
"That was his own brother!"
"Yeah, well, sibling loyalty doesn’t exist on the ice," I grinned. "Quinn’s the enemy tonight."
Lando let out an exaggerated sigh, slumping back in his seat. "This sport is brutal."
I smirked, knowing he hadn’t seen anything yet.
Midway through the second period, Luke threw a massive hit on one of Quinn’s teammates, and Lando physically jumped in his seat. "Did he just—was that—what the hell?"
"Calm down, babe," I teased. "It's all part of the game."
"And nobody's getting arrested?" he asked, genuinely bewildered.
"Nope."
He ran a hand through his curls and shook his head. "This is insane."
The game continued with Lando throwing out more confused comments. "Why are they fighting?" "Why is that guy going into a tiny penalty box like he's in timeout?" "Wait, they just skate off for a line change? No pit stops?"
I was doing my best to keep up with his endless questions while also enjoying the game, but when Jack finally scored, I grabbed Lando’s arm and yanked him up with me as I cheered.
"Wait, was that Jack?!"
"YES!" I yelled.
Lando laughed at my excitement but still looked slightly overwhelmed by everything happening around him. "I feel like I need a rulebook and a therapist after this."
By the end of the game, the Devils won 4-2, and Jack and Luke had bragging rights over Quinn for the night. After the game, we’re waiting for my brothers when a reporter spots Lando and decides to interview him. The poor guy still looks overwhelmed.
"So, Lando, this was your first NHL game. What did you think?"
Lando exhales dramatically. "Honestly, I have no idea what just happened. I feel like I just watched a war on ice."
The reporter laughs. "Did you have a team you were cheering for?"
Lando glances at me before grinning. "Well, my girlfriend made it pretty clear I had to cheer for Jack and Luke, so I did. But Quinn was insane—I thought he was going to murder someone."
I shake my head as Lando continues rambling about how he still doesn’t understand how half the game is legal. He may be clueless about hockey, but at least now, he’s a fan.
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HIIII! I've read a bunch of your stuff and just saw that your requests are open- could you please do a Sirius x reader where reader is Remus' twin sister and remus is way too protective- even though she can defend herself, she's a werewolf too!
Hi! Thank you for the request ❤︎ I really hope you enjoy this fic. I took it as Remus being protective against prospective boyfriends. If you want see something with like dueling or pranks or something, message me ❤︎
Lupin's threats
Sirius Black x Lupin!reader
3k words
cw: angst, fluff
You never really minded that you and Remus shared friends. Being twins, werewolves, Gryffindors and bookish, you had a lot in common so it made sense that you enjoyed the same people and the same people enjoyed you. But that didn’t mean that there weren’t times when you wished you could have some things, or people, all to yourself.
Sirius Black. He was one of those people. Remus befriended him first, they were roommates afterall. But then he introduced the two of you. You clicked. Of all Remus’ friends, you were closest with Sirius and that only grew over the years that you spent with them.
And you were there for it all. When the boys discovered Remus’ furry little secret, which was also your secret. When they became the Marauders, which included you. You were given the nickname of Star. Moony and Star, the werewolves. You were there for the creation of the map. You were there when James, Peter and Sirius managed to become animagi. You were a part of the group.
So it wasn’t odd or peculiar for you to be in their dorm. It was practically a second dorm for you. But, you always knocked before entering because they were boys and some things you didn’t need to see.
You were going to study with them in their dorm. You started climbing the stairs when you heard their voices. They were loud and when they didn’t close the door, their voices carried. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying so you kept moving. Then there was laughter.
“What, Moony? I can’t help it if your sister’s fit,” you heard Sirius say.
That stopped you in your spot, immediately turning your face red. Sirius thought you were fit? Remus didn’t have any other sisters… You certainly didn’t mind him saying that, if anything you loved it. One of your best friends, the one you developed a crush on sometime during third year, thought you were attractive. Part of you wanted to run up the rest of the stairs and into the dorm to hug him.
The continued laughter from the boys brought you out of your thoughts. You just smiled to yourself and turned around. You would study in your own dorm and let them have some boy time.
To say that you were disappointed that Sirius never asked you out or even flirted with you over the next year would be an understatement. You tried to catch his eye. You tried flirting with him a little, not trying to push the limit. Nothing.
It wasn’t that you didn’t catch the eyes of other boys though. You were flirted with. You were danced with at parties. You were even asked out, but every single one stood you up. It seemed like boys liked the idea of you but before it could ever bloom into a relationship, they disappeared. It certainly messed with your confidence.
So you plunged yourself into your studies. It was a decent enough distraction. You can’t be upset and distracted by boys when you needed to memorize 30 different poisons, each’s symptoms and their antidotes. There’s no space in your mind when you have to create spell combinations for practice duels. You fought to be at the top of every class because if you didn’t, you doubted yourself in every single aspect of your life.
In the quiet though, the doubts returned. They echoed in your mind as you pruned some plants in Greenhouse #3 for extra credit in Herbology. Not that you needed it. The insecurities frustrated you. Why had no one been able to show up to a measly date? You thought you were pretty enough, had a decent enough personality, an honest reputation. What was wrong with you? You started to take a little bit of your frustration out on the thorns and leaves you were removing.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Then you smelled him before you heard or saw him. Cigarette smoke wafted through the greenhouse.
“Don’t smoke around the plants,” you said automatically, turning your head to see Barty leaning over a plant and blowing smoke directly on it.
“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it. They like it,” he said, pausing to show you how the particular plant he was in front of seemed to lean into the smoke. “See!”
You rolled your eyes. “Or maybe you’ve gotten it addicted to nicotine…”
“But it’s not dead.”
“Yet.”
“Ah, don’t be no fun, Lupin,” he said, approaching you and pushing himself up to sit on the table next to the plant you were working on. “Whatcha doin’ in here anyways?”
You watched him warily out of the corner of your eye as you continued to work. You didn’t know too much about him as he was a year younger than you. You knew he could be a wild card and his father was the head of a department at the ministry, but that’s about where your knowledge of him ended.
“Pruning.”
Snip. Snip. Snip.
“Well duh. But why?”
Snip. Snip. Snip.
“Extra credit. What’s it to ya?”
He hummed as if considering your answer.
“Do you want company? I’m sure I’m more entertaining than the lousy plants.”
“Why would you want to keep my company?”
“Because I’m curious.”
You stopped mid-snip.
“Curious?”
“Mhmm. That’s what I said.”
“Enlighten me, Crouch. Curious about what?”
“Curious about how a pretty girl like you got all those scars? I’ve been intrigued for a while now.”
You scoffed as you resumed your task. He was interested in the scars you got by being a werewolf. Classic. But he did call you pretty.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…”
“Try me,” he teased, leaning forward.
For a split second, an embarrassing second, you debated telling him the truth just to see what his reaction would be. But he was a boy you barely knew. He wasn’t one of Remus’ friends. There was no guarantee that he wouldn’t run away and tell everyone, resulting in you and Remus getting kicked out of Hogwarts.
“Fought dragons when I was little.”
“Then why aren’t you burned?”
“Who says I’m not?”
Snip.
The conversation died there and Barty watched you work for a little bit. It didn’t take too long for him to grow bored and leave. You were surprised that he stayed for so long, although your mind repeated him calling you ‘a pretty girl’ until you were finished.
“Guess who got called pretty,” you sighed as you collapsed onto the couch next to Mary in the common room.
The Marauders might be your best friends but that didn’t mean you disliked your roommates. Quite the opposite, really. You were a Gryffindor’s girl through and through.
“Plants talking to you now?” Lily laughed from the armchair next to you.
“Ha. No, actually, I had a visitor in the greenhouses today.”
“Who?” Mary asked, turning her full attention to you.
“Crouch. No one special, but still - a compliment’s a compliment.”
You proceeded to recount Barty’s visit to the girls. You were blissfully unaware of the Marauders’ eavesdropping on your story.
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A few days passed before you crossed paths with Barty again. You tried waving at him. Maybe you could entertain his attention if he still wanted to give it to you.
He definitely saw you wave. His expression dropped to something cold before he looked away, muttering something to the boys around him. It felt like someone dropped a bucket of ice water on you. Literally said he’d been intrigued by you for a while and now he wouldn’t wave back? Yet another blow to your confidence. You tried to tell yourself it was for the better, that there would be someone outside of Slytherin who could give you the attention that you desired.
Your last period of the day was a free period so you retreated to the comfort of the common room. To your relief, Sirius was there, lounging on the couch with a cigarette hanging loosely in his hand.
You sat on the couch and draped your legs over his, a comfortable habit you picked up ages ago that he never complained about.
“Padfoot, why are boys so confusing?”
“Not sure what you mean, Star,” he replied lazily.
“Like I swear a guy will be flirting with me one day and the next time I see him, he acts like I got the damn plague!” you exclaimed, throwing your head back into a throw pillow. “What turns a guy off so quickly?”
Sirius snorted and you immediately sat up and looked at him firmly.
“You know something.”
“About what turns a guy off? Yeah. I would know about that.”
“Padfoot! What am I doing wrong?”
“Love, you’re doing nothing wrong,” he tried to assure you, gently patting your leg.
“That’s rubbish and you know it.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Please,” you laughed disbelievingly. “You called me fit forever ago and look at us. You’ve never flirted with me. You’ve never hinted at wanting to kiss me. So, there must be something wrong with me.”
Sirius stared at you for a second before sputtering, “H-how do you know… I never told you… What?”
You lowered your chin to give Sirius an unamused look, waiting for him to compose himself. His look of shock remained.
“Last year?” you offered when he didn’t say anything more. “Unless Moony has another sister?”
“You, uh, so you heard that.”
“Yeah.”
“Did you hear what Moony said in response by chance?”
“No?” You furrowed your brows. “I figured it was better to give you some guy time if you were talking about girls.”
Sirius exhaled out of his nose in seeming appreciation. “Well, thanks for that, but you should’ve hung around for his response. Something about… you know…” He gestured to his crotch. “Cutting my dick off if I ever acted on or repeated that.”
“Remus said that?” you gasped, leaning forward.
He nodded. You swung your legs off his lap and jumped up from the couch. You started to pace as you were filled with rage. You ran a hand through your hair.
“Fucking hell…” you muttered. You started to walk toward the portrait hole but then you turned back. “Please tell me he had nothing to do with every bloke who’s flirted with me.”
Sirius grimaced.
“Every one?” you whispered.
“Every one he knows about or assumes. He, erm, makes sure it doesn’t happen again.”
You frowned and sighed angrily.
“He was what, Charms right now?” you asked.
Sirius nodded.
“Thanks, Pads. And if you ever decide you want to risk your manhood, I think you’re pretty fit too. Always have.”
Then you stormed out of the common room. You kept a determined pace until you reached Professor Flitwick’s classroom. Out of respect for the professor, you waited outside the classroom, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed and fingers rhythmically tapping on your arm. Anger was radiating off of you. You knew it was. The few students who passed you gave you one look before hurrying on their way with semi-scared expressions. It was even more so confirmed when Flitwick dismissed his class and every student who passed you seemed glad that you weren’t waiting for them.
“Hey Star,” Remus said when he exited the room.
He didn’t seem to have the same fear that everyone else had. He didn’t care that you were seething as you waited for him. You grabbed his arm and pulled him down the corridor to an alcove.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked bitterly.
“The same thing that’s wrong with you,” he said coolly. “You know, our furry little problems?”
He smirked and that annoyed you. You slapped him. The crack of your hand hitting his face echoed around you. A curious passerby looked into the alcove.
“Keep moving,” you snapped at them before turning back to your brother.
“The fuck was that for?” he gasped, holding his cheek.
“Have you been threatening every boy who’s looked my way?” you asked firmly.
The color drained from his face. “Oh.”
You laughed coldly. “Oh is right, you fucker. I ought to hex you into your next lifetime.”
Remus, ever a sloucher, straightened his back to stand at his full height, which was more than a full head taller than you.
“I’m just protecting you. Boys are bastards who are going to break your heart. God forbid I make sure no one hurts my sister.”
“The only bastard around is you,” you spat. “I don’t need your protection. I’m fully capable of handling myself, thank you very much.”
You turned to leave. Remus reached out to grab your shoulder but you just jerked it forward so he had to let go.
“Star,” he called as you walked away from him.
You held up your middle finger. You assumed that he got your message when he didn’t call out again. You don’t think he realized how badly his actions messed you up mentally, but you were also upset that no one thought you were worth the risk of Remus’ wrath. Could he really be that frightening? You didn’t think so, but you were also his sister.
From that moment, it became well known that you were beyond pissed at Remus. The reason behind your fury got lost in the gossip. All that anyone knew is that you were avoiding the Marauders as a whole and if anyone brought them up to you, you made it their problem. You also turned your flirting up to level ten. Anyone you considered passably cute, you charmed and if it seemed like it might go somewhere, you told them to ignore Remus at all costs.
That, however, set off alarm bells in some of their heads and you were back to being dateless. You were reduced to sulking in the bell tower, somewhere few students went. It was actually a great place to be alone. You let your legs dangle off of one of the platforms, leaning against the wooden rail. You knew that the Astronomy Tower was where students usually went to sit like this, but you did want to be alone so you picked the less popular spot.
“You sure know where to hide, Star,” Sirius’ voice sounded from behind you.
You didn’t move. You didn’t respond. You didn’t look at him when he sat down next to you, letting his legs dangle as well. You didn’t have to wonder how he found you; you knew the answer: the map. Although a small part of you was curious how long he looked for you before turning to the map. You sat in silence for a while. Sirius swung his legs.
“So what do you want?” you asked with a sigh.
“You said if I wanted to risk my manhood…”
That made you look at him.
“I did.”
“I want to risk it.”
“Interesting.”
“Does… does the offer still stand? Or… should I go?”
“Oh, it stands. I guess I’m curious why now though.”
“As compared to when?”
“Oh, I don’t know, a year ago?” you asked snarkily.
“I figured it was just me that Moony would threaten. You know, he’s one of my best mates and siblings are usually off limits. I thought you would find someone else and I’d get over you. Except neither of those happened.”
You let out a sad sounding laugh.
“Hey,” he said, resting a hand on your thigh. “I really thought he was just waiting for someone he thought was good enough for you. Frankly, some of those blokes are complete gits and you dodged a bullet.”
“That’s not the point though, Padfoot. I thought I was undesirable. I thought I was the problem. How am I supposed to figure out who actually likes me and who’s worth my time if Remus scares everyone away?”
“He didn’t want to see you getting hurt.”
“But I need to get hurt. That’s how we grow. It’s not like I can’t handle pain. He should know that by now.”
“Yeah, he should. And I should’ve known that you’d be worth the risk. I should’ve flirted back.” He paused for a moment, smiling to himself. “Do you remember the first time you flirted with me?”
You cocked your head to the side, trying to think back.
“Not really.”
He cleared his throat before speaking in a falsetto, “Padfoot, have you ever considered joining the quidditch team? You got really nice arms, you’d make a good beater.”
You started giggling as the memory came back to you. Sirius joined in on your laughter.
“I remember now! James burst out laughing. He said you’d never compete with their Prewett and Prewett combination.”
“I mean, he has a point,” Sirius said, gently bumping into your shoulder.
“Okay but listen. I was complimenting your arms, which are nice. Not my fault you can’t swing a bat.”
“It isn’t your fault. That would be Walburga’s sorry genetics.”
“Not all of her genetics are bad.” You reached over to grab his chin, turning his face left and right. “You got that nice hair, good cheekbones, pretty eyes. Kissable lips.”
His eyes flicked down to your lips briefly with your hand still holding his face.
“Kissable lips, you say,” Sirius repeated with a smirk. “Care to prove that?”
You smiled and pulled his face closer to yours. You looked in his eyes for a brief second before pressing your lips against his. It was a quick and gentle moment, but it changed everything. You finally had your first kiss and it was with none other than the Sirius Black, the only boy you’ve ever had a real crush on.
Sirius hummed when you pulled away. “Definitely not a problem with you. I could do that again.”
“Yeah?” you laughed with a sparkle in your eye. “Care to do it often? And in front of Remus?”
“Only if you promise to protect my manhood. I actually am quite fond of it.”
“I can do that,” you murmur before pulling Sirius’ face back towards yours so you could kiss him again.
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Imagine being Joaquin’s favourite avenger -after Sam of course- and Sam figures this when one day Joaquin made a passing comment regarding you, in hopes of coming across as subtle but Sam knew Joaquin and he was anything but subtle when it came to his fanboy side.
‘You were on the same team as y/n right?’
Sam raises a brow at the young man. ‘Yeah, joined at the same time, why? You’re not going to tell me you’ve got a poster of them that you want them to sign do you?’ He says, his voice teasing when he saw Joaquin shift his weight on one foot to another, a habit he had noticed only recently but one that only made his job in teasing the poor lad all the more easier.
‘No.’ Joaquin says almost defensively, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling as though he was being seen through by Sam right now. ‘Just think it’s cool that you were on the same team and they’re cool too, that’s all.’ He adds as he rubs the back of his head sheepishly as a small smile crept across his lips. Oh yeah Sam could see through Joaquin as though he were glass and he was doing a poor job at hiding his true feelings.
Sam smiles when he recalls on all the times that he could tell Joaquin about you that were uncool, but you would have his ass for it as your relationship was that akin to siblings, you took the piss out of one another for tripping over thin air but were straight to defending one another if anyone stepped out of line. So when he feels as though someone has even the slightest hints of attraction towards you, Sam feels the need to size them up and see whether or not they’ll be worth your time and energy, something you expressed embarrassment over multiple times but it never stopped Sam from being overprotective; yet he has this feeling at the back of his head that Joaquin would somehow be different.
‘They are cool, but they’re also a pain in my ass.’ Sam replies, giving Joaquin a pointed look as though he was about to give him a very vital history lesson. ‘So don’t let their sweet and pleasant words fool you because it’s a trap, and before you know it salt is being put in your coffee because you apparently stole their 20inch plushie of a blue highland cow, when in actuality it was misplaced.’ He finishes and the look on Joaquin’s face was priceless as his brows were furrowed and his head tilted to the side, not knowing how to process all this information.
‘Ooookay?’ Joaquin laughs as his eyes shift, not knowing how to fell in getting some insider knowledge about you outside of your avengers persona, finding the fact that you supposedly had a 20inch blue highland cow plushie was cute, but he wasn’t sure why Sam was telling him this stuff to begin with. It wasn’t as if he was ever going to meet you to begin with anyways, having believed that you might’ve retired along with most of your fellow avengers after the battle against Thanos, so Joaquin was more or less under the belief that meeting you was only something that would ever happen in his dreams.
Disheartening? Yes but what could he really do.
Sam watched the young man with observant eyes, clearly seeing the inner teenage boy that has a raging crush and or admiration for you within Joaquin’s every move, every shift in his expression along with the singular bead of sweat dripping down the side of his temple. What the young man had no idea was that Sam had invited you over to meet him, and the moment that a rhythmic knocking on a door sounded throughout the room, a knowing smile blossomed across Sam’s face as he pats Joaquin on his shoulder.
‘They’re here.’ Was all he says as he went to sender the door, leaving poor Joaquin confused as his mind racked any and every possibility of who this ‘they’ Sam could be referring to. The answer was one he least expected, unless it was the plot point of a fanfic or a dream as Sam came back to him with his arm thrown over your shoulders as you shared a laugh over something he didn’t hear.
‘So this is Joaquin?’ You asked Sam, who only hums in agreement as you looked over to the starstruck man in front of you. ‘He’s cute and he’s got promise.’ Joaquin almost felt his heart stop at your compliment as he found himself shifting his weight from one foot to another, smiling to himself as he repeated your words within his head that only made heat rise to his cheeks faster.
Sam squeezed your shoulder. ‘You’ve been here for five minutes and are already flustering the poor lad, look at him!’ He points to Joaquin, who silently was cursing Sam out for putting him on the spot as you only smiled and reached out to pat his arm. ‘Oh shush, if anyone’s flustering the poor lad it’s you pointing it out!’ You replied as you looked into his beautiful eyes, giving him a reassuring smile towards him. Joaquin was indeed a handsome man with dark hair, dark eyes and a smile that many would swoon over but his attractiveness was the least of your concern when Sam was teasing him senselessly, not giving him any room to breath.
‘It’s nice to finally meet you Joaquin, I’ve heard a lot about you from this loser here. I’m sorry you stuck dealing with him.’ You gutted a finger towards Sam, who gasped behind you dramatically.
Joaquin laughs, slowly feeling himself relax within your presence. ‘Good things I can only hope.’ He says, his eyes darting across your face to memorise your every feature in hopes of it being engraved within his head. ‘And Sam’s been nothing but a great mentor, really and I’m not just saying that because he might not be so kind to me in future, especially if I show favouritism toward you over him.’ You chuckled at his words and Joaquin felt as though he was on cloud nine as his eyes president twinkled with happiness, all the while Sam looked between you both with his arms over his chest, only to soon realise that the slowburn between you two has just begun.
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Also, this happens during the hiring games. Every one of them believes it. Only after asking around (and not just the big 3 either, everyone, the nurse staff, janitors, legal, long-term patients). Most of the hospital staff is like 'yeah that makes sense,' and 'they sure do act like it.' Also due to many convoluted reasons they somehow either just miss Wilson or something always comes up right before they mention it. The big 3 deny it cause they don't have to put up with as much House's shit now. But, the contestants all believe both of them were in the closet for reasons and were forced to come out to avoid jail or a lawsuit, which is horrible. Sooooo cut to part of the team trying to be kind and understanding, thinking 'maybe this is why he's such a dick unable to be yourself, and watching other openly express their love while he can't. Of course, he would be bitter. Maybe he's like this to avoid getting close to people because someone he trusted outed him or bullied or blackmailed him once, and he never fully healed. Their all doctors, and they want to help and show support.' This is completely wrong. The other part mainly decides to leverage this situation and "supports" House and Wilson to (hopefully) get cookie points. Chaos ensues.
The nice ones: looking up support groups for the LGBTQ+ and googling how to support someone who just came out, because coming out like this must be upsetting at the very least
House: Stop kissing my ass. That's Wilson's job
Also House: [milking it for all its worth especially during secret Santa] What you'll get your other STRAIGHT co-workers gifts but not me. Is this a hate crime must be?
House: Now that I'm out, it's so difficult with all the patients in the clinic so many homopophobes :(
The nice ones: Covers clinc duty to stop House being exposed to so much hate
The suck ups: mentions how they like Beyonce and RuPaul. Went to a musical once, definitely has a gay cousin or friend, and makes everything go back to being gay and overly defending House fellow people who are equal to them and deserve support. They always supported LGBLT people.
House: [Let's them talk and enjoying them making asses if themselves] Wow, you are so supportive
The suck ups: [says/does something really offensive]
House: [staring in surprise/and a little horror] Little impressed actually going to remember that for later. But I had reasons for medical reasons to what I said, and you don't. Also, you'll get me in trouble with Cuddy, and if you do that, you're fired. [Makes the couple who sued him give a lesson on the LGBTQ+]
The truth doesn't come out until someone catches Wilson on a date and confronts him, either because 'cheating isn't okay he needs to come clean' or 'I can use this and have him talk me up to House' and Wilson is like "What no! I only said that to keep House out of trouble. We never dated. I'M STRAIGHT! N-n-n-not that there's anything wrong wi... I didn't... Look, it was either a small white lie or House goes to jail, and you lose a job. Besides, it's not like I really lied. House is my friend, and he is a boy. He's a boy friend. Yeah, House, he was just messing with you.
The ruse comes to an end with House announcing he had fun and fires someone.
Also, House knows Wilson's dick size because both of them were drunk, and Wilson was shitting on House about not having a girlfriend or whatever making a joke about being bad in bed. Later, at one of their homes, Wilson passed out drunk. House is curious and takes a look and measures.
House would treat two gay patients like shit and get sued for being homophobic and cuddy would go "he's not homophobic, he treats everyone like that!" which does not hold up in court so instead he's like how can I be homophobic when I have a boyfriend? Wilson stand up. Everyone would turn to Wilson (who had ZERO warning about this) and he'd stutter before glaring at House and stand "yes, House is unfortunately my boyfriend"
Then they'd walk out of the courtroom and Wilson would chew him out which House ignores. Cue 3 days layer when Wilson says House needs to clear up they lied about being gay to get him off (ha) and they're not actually dating because he is NOT getting any dates like this. House would walk into the hospital cafeteria and yell "ATTENTION EVERYONE. Doctor Wilson is not my boyfriend." Wilson would nod for 2 seconds before House follows up with "because we're engaged!" and Wilson can't even be mad because why did he think for 2 seconds that House would make it easy for him
House would try to use this as an opportunity to demand less clinic hours (think of it as a wedding gift) which he does not get because Cuddy knows exactly what's going on and she thinks it's hilarious but she needs his ass working
Cuddy: yeah? You two are a thing? How big is he?
House: 5.3 inches
Wilson: how the FUCK do you know that
#house md#gregory house#james wilson#hilson#lisa cuddy#this is poetry#10/10 post#13#Cuthroat Bitch#Amber
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high school was boring as it was when you were the class nerd. you never got bullied but a part of you wish you did so you had friends to defend you. yeah. friends. you were also all alone. i mean who wants to be friends with a girl who is the class topper. basically everyone else's competition. so when everyone mass bunked the class for a party, it was just you sitting by the window. your professor suggested you leave to since he cannot just teach an entire syllabus to one student, but you insisted to stay.
you popped your earphones, playing mazzy star's fade into you as you revised your notes. your eyes wandered to look at sky through the window. the trees swaying. it was early spring so the air was still a bit chilly. but the sun shone on everything, tall trees casting shadows on the ground. just then, you spotted this boy outside. dark haired, tall and muscly. you couldn't make out his expression. or the color of his eyes. suddenly, he looked up making eye contact with you. you quickly looked away, heat rushing to your cheeks, heart beating faster.
shit. he must think i am a weirdo for staring at him.
but you couldn't resist. curiosity is one son of a bitch. so you look back and you found his eyes still on you. it was awkward. what the hell was this situation anyway. so to ease it, you gave him a small warm smile. he didn't reciprocate it.
great. i am definitely a weirdo now.
but then after a few seconds, his lips stretched into a thin line before he walked away. you have no idea what happened but for the first time your heart felt warm.
when you got home, you found yourself replaying those few seconds like a tiktok edit.
he was cute. wait what? fuck. i should get back to studying.
the next day, the professor was babbling on about a chapter that you already studied in advance. so you once again found yourself looking outside the window with a hope of spotting the same guy. but he wasn't there. maybe that's the most of interaction with him you'll get in life.
when the bell rang for break, you decided to have your lunch somewhere quieter. like on the school terrace. you plopped yourself on the ground, back pressed against the wall. before you could take the first bite off your taiyaki, you heard a familiar faint melody. your legs were drawn to it, following the soft hum, to meet the same guy you saw yesterday. a part of your heart blossomed. he looked peaceful under the shadow of the wall, his phone playing the same song you were listening to yesterday. fade into you. you still couldn't see his eyes. but he did have a scar on the corner of his lips. you don't know what ad gotten into you but you got closer to his face to inspect it further. and in a second, you felt a strong grip on your arm, pulling you closer and making you lose balance as you fell on him.
"it's rude to stare a stranger, you know?" his voice wasn't too rugged but wasn't sweet either.
"i—i wasn't staring. just...curious."
"yeah? haven't you heard of that saying? curiosity killed the cat." he purred. you took a deep breath. and that's when you noticed he wasn't wearing the school uniform.
"where's your uniform?"
"there we go. curious again?" he waited for an answer but he knew he wasn't getting that until he gives you one. "i don't study here. jus'like hanging out cuz it's quite." the sentence surely held a lot of context but you noticed he didn't seem like he wanted to go there. "how long are you planning on lyin' on top of me?" oh shit right. the school bell rang once again. break's over.
"sorry. i didn't—anyways i should go." you apologized as you got up, fixing your skirt.
"in case you get curious again, the name's toji." he smiled, hands in his pocket as he watched you walk towards the door. you turn around.
green. his eyes are emerald green.
"see you around, toji."
#this is like super self indulgent and there will be a part 2 but i am writing this to just test out the concept#jjk x reader#toji x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fluff#fushiguro toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk#toji x you#toji x female reader#toji x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x y/n
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So I was wondering why I defend Fiyero being endgame over Glinda; mostly because he's the scarecrow, pretty boy turns into a scarecrow hehe, but this actually points to the more serious reasons we defend the straights this time, because Fiyero is willing to sacrifice himself for Elphaba, he was willing to die for her to live, and afterwards he's fine being a scarecrow as long as he was with Elphaba. Glinda never sacrifices anything for Elphaba, not her position, nor her reputation nor anything; it's only after she looses all her friends (Elphaba, Fiyero, Nessa, Boq) that she is willing to do something for the Oz
Also we see how she's like as a partner, she's not a very good partner, she publicly announces her engagement before even asking her boyfriend is he wants to get married
And there's the fact Wicked is a tragedy, you guys should be grateful Broadway also loves the Hollywood ending, because narratively Elphaba should have died like she does in the book
#Wicked#wicked 2024#wicked movie#wicked musical#glinda upland#fiyero tigelaar#gelphie#fiyeraba#wicked spoilers
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In Dickbabs defense:
I can try explaining most of the pictures here in really short, I hope:

First picture, Barbara is kinda right being mad. Second, Dick was being a bit arrogant and all in that comic. Third picture, I might be mistaken but wasn't her father in danger? Sure, she's not completely excused for kicking him of course, still, try to understand her. Fourth picture... What is wrong with that? That's basically training? Those aren't even real spikes. She's yelling because in A REAL situation like that he needs to be fast. Fifth picture, did you guys even read the AFTER of that one?
Like every relationship, especially at the start, it has their problems. Barbara is holding back because of her legs, because she's in a wheelchair. However, she asked him for some time, he said he's gonna give it to her.
Next picture:

Again, have you read the after?

She's not being serious, she IS mocking but not with actually mean intentions.
"Barbara is jealous and shows her disdain for Koriand'r" um, okay? As if Kory was never jealous of a girl and Dick?
"Barbara dated Bruce!" Another universe.
"Barbara married Tim!" Another universe.
"But Barbara and Jason!" But Jason and Kory?
"Barbara also slut shamed him!" I can't 100% defend her, but she didn't know what actually happened on the rooftop, did she? I think no one knows what happened to Dick that night, Barbara only knows that he and Tarantula kissed. Of course she wasn't happy.
As said, I can't completely defend her over that, however, you can't completely hate on her. Also, that's probably bad writing by Devin Grayson. Helena once kissed Dick in front of Barbara, she wasn't really happy about it but didn't lash out. Plus, if I'm not wrong... Kory slept with both Jason and Roy in the new 52. Yes, that's bad writing and people don't count that, so why do we count this? Please be coherent.
Barbara to Kate Kane: "War? Pfft. I've dated Dick Grayson. You dated Dick Grayson?" How...is that sentence a reason to hate on the ship? I think it is pretty complicated to date our boy. Always missing dates or running off in the middle of them, for good reasons, but you can't blame the girls for feeling bitter about it. And before someone says it never happened with Kory or stuff like that, I'd like to remind you that he and Kory dates when they're in the Teen Titans. A team. Where there's always someone to help out and you're not alone. In Blüdhaven, Dick was alone, he used to mention it quite a lot too.
"Barbara blamed him for getting shot and forgetting about her" Okay, again, can't 100% blame her, but I feel like that was the stress talking. She was worried about him, she tried to get him back, now that everything is over, the whole situation hit her HARD, aka, she's stressing. Which is something I believe they both do a lot. You know... Being vigilantes and all, can you blame them?
You can't base their relationship as a normal one, how it would work for us, because it's not that simple. They both have a stressing and complicated life.
Last note, a little plus.
I've seen people hating on Barbara for this:

Now, I'd like to ask you, have you ever met someone who can't read? I'm adding this bonus because I did know someone like that. And let me tell you: It wasn't easy. If you add the importance and stress of the situation the characters are in, it's even more understandable why Barbara got stressed and lashed out like that.
Overall, you can't tell me she doesn't care about Cass, because she does. Like she does with Dick.
Dick and Barbara have a complicated relationship, but a good built up. It has its flaws, but they care about each other. And I feel like Tom Taylor isn't "trying to brainwash us into believing their relationship is all good and rainbows", obviously I can't say he wrote them all that good. Still, their relationship developed. You know, it happens.
It is built on retcons? Yeah. Is DC built on retcons? Absolutely. Their relationship is NOT the only thing that gets affected by retcons. I do believe that DC trying to erase Dickkory is a bit shitty though.
But in the end, why are you guys so unhinged about a fictional relationship? And a fictional character (Barbara). Some people act like she's a real person who committed war crimes, what in the world did a fictional character do to you? People take this stuff too seriously.
I've seen Dickkory fans acting surprised if someone agrees about Dickkory being better than Dickbabs, as if when you open the comment on YouTube, TikTok, Twitter, Pinterest, Tumblr under a Dickbabs post you won't see the typical comments:
"Kory >>>> Barbara"
"Dickkory >>>> Dickbabs"
"I prefer Dickkory"
"I hate this ship"
"I hate Barbara"
"I prefer Dickkory but..."
To be honest, I always see more posts and comments against the Dickbabs or Barbara instead of ones against Dick and Kory.
#dick grayson#barbara gordon#kory anders#koriand'r#dickbabs#dickkory#dc comics#discussion#in defense of dickbabs#nightwing#batgirl#oracle#starfire#teen titans#bruce wayne#batman#tim drake#dc robin#jason todd#red hood#roy harper#arsenal
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Gut feeling: Bad Ending
Bruce stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He could have sworn he didn't need a stepstool before. He ran his hands over his naked scalp, his fingers along the two, long, surgical scars. Starting just behind each ear and curving all the way up to his temples. The stitches were coarse and sharp, but it didn't hurt.
A soft tumbling sound caught his attention. Frostbite fell into the bathtub. "You're brand new. You don't need a bath." He giggled, scooping his friend up and pretending to towel him off.
His ears perked up at the sound of the door to his room opening and footsteps entering the room. "Come on, dad promised to bring snacks."
His room was so boring and white, and not getting to leave it is a stupid rule. Just 'cause he could "get sick and die" or "horribly injure himself" due to his "impaired motor skills" and "partially exposed cranium." Bunch'a babies.
"You're not my dad." He accused.
"And you're not supposed to be out of bed." An old woman entered his room. "My name is Doctor Leslie Tompkins. Would you mind answering a few questions for me?"
The name sounded familiar, but he'd much rather his dad say if she's safe or not. "What kind of questions?" He tightened his grip on Frostbite.
"I would also like to run a few tests." She said as she pulled cards out of her bag. "I'll grade you if you like."
Ha! He's not gonna fall for that.
She gave him a look, "First I want you to write your name-"
"I know how to write my own name!" He defended. One day, he won't fall for that. Annoyed, he climbed into the bed and pulled out the tray table. Without an ounce of effort, he wrote his signature on one of the blank cards.
Danny F.
...
Danny F?
Who the hell is Danny?
He turned the card around and tried again.
Danny F.
Both look exactly the same. Like it was a practiced signature. But he'd never seen it before.
His name isn't Danny, it's... it's uh, drrr? Brrr. Baron? Boris? Bruce! His name's Bruce! Ofcorse it is.
He pulled another index card from the stack. This time slowly writing out the name Bruce Wayne. But, it's wrong. That's not his signature. It's sloppy and looks like any other word. The other one had personality. This one just looks like any other word. He tried a few more times until Leslie interrupted with a different test.
Drawing a clock, arranging pictures into a story, and pointing out objects in a picture was easy. But then she asked questions about his past. Names of places and people. He's lived in Gotham his whole life. There's no Casper high here! There's no Sam and Tucker! And there certainly isn't a portal to hell in his basement!
He's thinking clearer than ever, so why is he still full of shit?!
Dan- Bruce kicked at the table, and it swung back to the wall.
"I trust you'll want to handle this." Leslie exited the room and Nightwing entered.
His eyes lit up, "dad -" the exitement drained away, and he slumped back down with realization. "Are... you?"
Nightwing took a deep breath. "No... I'm sorry."
Who was this guy? Just some imposter who somehow looked exactly like his dad? Or was it the same person? Has he just been pretending the whole time? No, no, that can't be. This has to be some trick. Of course, his dad's real! He's just pretending! Bruce glanced over to his signatures all over the floor. He's just pretending.
"But," Nightwing drew his attention. "I could be. If you want me to." He put his hand on his back. "But I might not be your best option." He joked, unsuccessfully.
"What's, what's your name?" He no longer spoke in Bruce's cadence.
Nightwing sat down on the bed next to "??" the boy. "My name is Dick." He whispered, careful not to let the doctor on the other side of the glass hear. Leslie and Duke (Currently dressed as "vague medical staff") were watching, but so was some random resident. "But in this outfit, I'm Nightwing." Normal volume this time
Without missing a beat. "Is that like, your Glam Rock alter ego?" That had to be Danny because it couldn't be Bruce.
Dick couldn't help but giggle. Not even laugh, giggle, like a child. "It's something like that."
He looked so satisfied with the reaction he'd garnered. "Why'd you let me think you were my dad?"
"You had enough to deal with. We considered plenty of potential outcomes, and in most of them, we found that letting you believe what you wanted was for the best." Nightwing slid his hand from the child's (he looked like he could be around 10 now) back down his arm and held his hand. He looked to the floor, covered in index cards, and gestured to the other to do the same.
"Bruce" hesitated to acknowledge the papers.
"It's ok. You can ask when you're ready." It's the right thing to say. Dick knows it. He checked. He prepared. But making the best choices in a bad situation doesn't guarantee a good outcome. And those sad little eyes looked so much like all his brothers when they were little. So small. In need. "But we'll need to call you something." He tried. "Maybe you could pick a, "Glam Rock" name, too."
He smiled brightly at the prompt. The game. Getting to pretend. He could be like his dad. It should be something similar. Little wing? Night- uh- feather?. He proudly announced, "Phantom." No, that's not-
"Ooh, spooky." Praised Nightwing.
Yeah, it's perfect.
#dp x dc au#danny phantom#fanfic#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dc x dp#hes having... a time#that time when your whole world is crumbling around you#i wrote some of this in between reps at the gym#is there a “good parenting” tag? because there's a lot of it in the clone danny Saga
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How Far Away? Part 10
Caleb x Mc
Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication
Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.
AO3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
Caleb and you were back in your old apartment in Linkon, a thin layer of dust covered everything as you had been living exclusively at Caleb’s house for a few months now.
You were back in Linkon for your anatomy scan, after the scan, you were going to meet up with Sylus.
Hopefully, he’d be able to help find Ever’s old research in the abandoned buildings of the N109 zone. You were also hoping to ask if he would help Caleb, Sylus’s proficiency in programming and machines would surely help with Caleb’s arm and chip.
It was a few hours until your anatomy scan and you were trying to pack up your apartment. Moving in with Caleb permanently seemed to be the best option now. Keeping an eye on each other but also letting Caleb be there for you, experiencing pregnancy in person rather than over video.
You started to zip your clothes up in vacuum sealed bags, Caleb was taking all of your decorations and putting them in boxes to go to Skyhaven.
Your furniture was going into storage via a moving team later today until you could figure out what you wanted to keep.
With your situation being the way it was, you had contacted your captain and let her know about the situation. Well a watered down version anyway.
She had set up a long distance link to your laptop so that you could work from home for the foreseeable future. You wouldn’t be heading out into the field any time soon.
Things were wrapping up quickly but you did send a message to Tara letting her know what was happening. You had been ignoring her but she was your friend and deserved more than silence.
You messaged Xavier too, letting him know you were moving.
Telling Zayne could come later as you had a meeting with him too.
Finishing your room up, you slowly pulled yourself up off the floor to stand. Groaning as the shift in your center of gravity made it harder to do anything.
Caleb heard this and came running in.
“What’s wrong? The baby ok?”
Laughing and waving him off, you defend yourself
“This is normal in pregnancy, you’re going to have to get used to that. Everything is different, I can’t move fast, get up and down quickly, and my body has weird aches and pains now.”
He comes over to lay a hand on your belly, rubbing it gently.
“I don’t know if I want to get used to you being in pain. I hate that I can’t do anything.”
“Sure you can! You can give me massages, make food for me, rub my feet, get me whatever I need.”
Raising an eyebrow, he laughs
“Sounds more like I’m your personal assistant than your boyfriend. But if you need a massage, I can give you a good one… from the inside.” Waggling his eyebrows in suggestion.
You two hadn’t gone further than kissing and cuddling the past two days. Caleb joked about it but he was the one who was nervous about crossing that line now.
Poking his stomach, making it flinch instinctually
“Uhuh, it’s been so long, I don’t even know if you can get it up anymore. I can’t even remember what it feels like.”
Turning, you raise your hands and shrug dismissively.
Hands come around you and pull you back, his mouth against your neck, hot air tickling you as he speaks.
“Oh you’re going to regret that.”
“Down boy, keep it in your pants until tonight. We still have work to do. The appointment is in an hour.”
Caleb sighs, kissing you before letting you go.
“Aye aye captain.”
**
Arriving at Akso Hospital with Caleb in tow made you inexplicably happy inside.
Maybe it was because everytime that you had come here in the past months had been by yourself, experiencing your baby growing all on your own.
Having him here now felt like a miracle after thinking he was dead once again.
You were called back into the ultrasound room where a technician awaited you.
They directed you until you were all set up, shirt up with jelly on your belly.
And there they were, the cutest little baby.
Caleb let out a loud whoosh of air as he experienced this for the first time in person
Squeezing your hand, you squeezed back as he held a hand to his eyes. Tears leaking out of the corners as emotions overwhelmed him.
“We’re making our own little family.” He whispered
“That’s right baby, just us against the world.” You raised his hand and kissed it gently, rubbing his knuckles with your other hand, grounding him in the moment.
“Alright Mom and Dad, ready to hear the baby’s heartbeat?”
“Yes!” You both answer enthusiastically. The fast little heartbeat filling the room, making this moment all the more real.
“Now before I forget and let it slip my mind, are we finding out the gender today?”
You had opted to wait until the anatomy scan instead of finding out via blood tests earlier. Wanting Caleb to be a part of the big moment. Looking at each other, you both knew the answer.
“Yes.”
“Great! It looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations!”
A girl, the thoughts of the future you want to come about play in your mind. You wanted to protect the phantom of your daughter playing in your mind.
Seeing her play outside in the garden, hopping after grasshoppers, picking flowers to put in the middle of the table, dancing with daddy while wearing mommy’s too big shoes.
She deserved a safe place to grow up and as her mom and dad, you two had to work hard at this plan to provide that for her.
Looking at Caleb, you could tell he was having similar thoughts.
So you squeezed his hand,
“A girl!”
“I hope she looks like you.”
“I hope that she looks like both of us.”
“Fair point.”
**
The rest of the anatomy scan went well and you headed to a small cafe nearby.
All of the info that Sylus needed and your proposal in a folder in your bag.
Caleb was taking backseat in this but he offered emotional support.
Sometimes you really did think of him like an emotional support dog.
Sitting at a table, you patiently waited for Sylus while Caleb grabbed you a sandwich and a lemonade for you from the counter.
“Hello kitten.”
Looking up, Sylus was there, taking up all the presence in the room.
Your sandwich and drink were smacked down in front of you, Caleb sat roughly beside you.
Not saying a word but crossing his arms, staring distrustfully at Sylus.
You patted his thigh, reminding him silently to loosen up. Sylus was a big part of making your plan succeed after all, not to mention Sylus wasn’t really threatening despite appearances. Feeling Caleb loosen up beneath your hand, you turned your eyes back to Sylus.
His eyes had been tracking all of your movements, he smiled and sat down.
“How have you been?”
“I’m surprised you don’t already know with how you keep an eye on things. I’ve seen Mephisto in the vicinity here in Linkon.”
“You forget that you’ve been out of town often for the past few months.”
“Still.” You wave your hand at him disbelieving.
“ I did notice that you had been visiting the hospital and that you haven’t been working, so I assumed it had to be something with your heart.”
“Well, not quite.”
You stood up and pulled your coat back to expose your burgeoning belly.
The only tell in his expression was his eyes widening as he took in the sight of your pregnancy.
“I see, how did this happen?”
Laughing at the question, “What do you mean, how did it happen? The way it usually happens.”
“I’m just surprised, I didn’t think you were looking to settle down like this so soon.”
“It was a surprise but a happy one.” You reached up and grabbed Caleb’s hand. “We’re very happy but that’s what leads me to why I called you out here.”
“And?”
“It’d be better if you just saw for yourself.” You handed over the information and the proposed plan in the folder.
His eyes quickly scanned the papers, taking it in fast as expected of the leader of Onychinus.
“And you need my help?”
“Yes, they’re not just threatening Caleb and I, but also our baby. We could use your technical expertise in helping with his arm and chip, Phillip’s help too if possible.”
“I don’t know much about these programs. Ever keeps these under tight control. But you must have some way to get them or this plan wouldn’t go far.”
“They’re actually right under your nose Sylus, their old labs that have their notes on the old experiments are in the N109 zone. Caleb will be getting the notes on his arm and chip himself.”
“Hmmm, I can see that this would also benefit me and finally have something to hold over them. This research into protocores in humans is definitely interesting. Perhaps this will let me pay back the favor they bestowed upon us when they framed me for those explosions so long ago.”
“Yes, I’m hoping that this provides some incentive for you. We will take care of some of the people behind it all but the company will still exist; you’d just have to deal with them running around with the head cut off.”
“Very well, I accept. I can assist with the search in the N109 zone for the labs.”
“You’ll be working with Caleb mostly, it’s not safe for me to be out pregnant anyway but we also don’t want Ever to get wind of our connection or my pregnancy.”
The two men size each other up, knowing each other through hearsay and their own investigation but never really crossing paths.
“Can I trust you two to play nice?”
Sylus smiles and leans back nonchalantly, crossing a leg over his knee and crossing his arms.
“I’m always a perfect angel.”
Caleb snorts but agrees to play nice.
“Perfect!”
Sylus gets up to leave, taking the folder with him. He stops and looks back at you, eyes lingering on your hidden belly below the table.
“Congratulations.” His voice sounding a bit choked and sad, not really matching his words. You smiled and thanked him anyway.
Leaving you and Caleb behind, you picked up your sandwich and started eating.
“I don’t like him.”
“Is there anybody you like?”
“You and this sweet girl.” His hand brushing over your belly lightly.
You pout and whine
“I thought I was your sweet girl?”
“I can have two sweet girls!” He says alarmed
“Kidding, she’s my sweet girl too after all.”
Laughing at his sensitivity, he hated making you upset, he seemed to think you’d cry at the drop of a pin. Well, you did sometimes but he doesn’t have to point it out so much.
**
You and Caleb were waiting in your apartment for the movers to finish taking your stuff to storage. Arranging for Zayne to meet you here and thankfully his schedule happened to align.
Bringing your lemonade home from the cafe, you leaned against the kitchen counter while sipping it thoughtfully.
Sylus would certainly help but you’d most likely need Phillip’s help as well. He was a part of the team that Grandma worked on, he probably knew about Caleb too. Phillip working alongside Sylus to figure out the technical side was all they had to go on.
The real problem was where the work would take place, they’d need some time to study the research when they found it and study Caleb himself.
Caleb had that room in his home where he took care of his arm; but you don’t know if you could convince him to let three different people that he didn’t really trust into it.
The door was propped open as the movers took things out and to a van.
Zayne sidled through the door, looking around with a vague interest.
“I see you’re moving out.”
“Well, we’ve made it official after all. No sense in staying here or keeping it when I’m going to live with Caleb, raising a baby takes a lot of your time after all.”
“Right.”
Caleb stood in the corner, leaning against the wall and keeping a sharp eye on Zayne.
“So what is this about?”
You had prepared a different file for Zayne as you needed him for the more medical side of things.
Risking going to another doctor for help in taking out Caleb’s chip and anything that needed modifying physically with Caleb’s arm; it was out of the question.
Ever had their fingers in a lot of pies and you needed someone you could trust.
Sliding the folder over to him, you watched as he flipped through it. He frowned and looked between you and Caleb.
“I don’t have much experience in surgery in the brain, I could help with the arm but the brain isn’t my expertise.”
“I realize that but you’re one of the only people I know I can trust with this.”
Zayne sighs, bringing his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“It seems like there’s a big overarching story to this, do I even want to know?”
“It’s up to you, I’m willing to tell you but we really do need your help.”
“I suppose I can do some research and practice into refining my surgical techniques for the brain. But you have to realize that this will be a big risk for you.” Zayne looks to Caleb for this.
Caleb nods
“I know. But to make sure she’s safe and our baby is safe, I’m willing to risk it.”
“You’re always willing to risk yourself. It drives me nuts.”
“You love me.”
“Unfortunately.” You sigh, not really meaning it.
Zayne looks vaguely uncomfortable, turning his head to the side to clear his throat.
“I appreciate your trust and faith in me. I will do my best to fulfill them.”
“Thank you Zayne, I know this is a lot to ask but we do appreciate it. We’ll contact you when we’re ready for your help.”
“Right, I’ll get going then.”
He turns and heads out the door without another word. A mover comes in after him, picking up a table before heading back down.
Caleb comes over to you, sliding an arm around your waist. Pulling your back into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Well, we got the help we need. Now we just need to move forward with the rest of the plan.”
“Right, Sylus will conduct the search in the N109 zone for now but you said that you’ll be heading to meet the Professor next?”
“Yes, he’s one of the people who worked on upgrading my arm and implanting the chips. The rest of the research we need will be with him.”
“Will you kill him then?” Talking about murder so casually was a bit unnerving but it was necessary.
“Maybe, I need to make it look like an accident so that Ever’s head won’t go into hiding or become suspicious.”
“Things are moving so fast now.”
“They need to.” His hand cupped your belly protectively, a visible timer for their plan
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Caleb had liaised with Sylus recently, Sylus had found the old labs with little issue. The paper copies sent to them for safe keeping while the digital copies were destroyed on the old computer. Ever would never get their hands on their old research, finding it a lot harder to recreate what they considered to be a success in experiment 001.
He was standing outside the Professor’s home, everyone else out except for his target.
Sylus had provided him with a drive that he could plug into the computer, it would copy everything and then kill the original system, wiping it all.
It made Caleb itch to rely on Sylus like this but the truth was that he had better access to the black market than Caleb did.
She trusted him and Caleb trusted her.
Taking a deep breath, he fell back into his role of obedient attack dog, the Farspace Fleet’s Colonel.
Stepping into this house for what hopefully was the last time, all he could feel was a sense of anticipation and anxiousness. All he had to do was get in, copy the drive and find a way to kill the Professor without suspicion.
Everything depended on how well this went.
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Hello Gloom! If you wouldn’t mind, what are your headcanons about the 141!boys and how they’d be with a partner who has Tourette’s syndrome or tics? Happy holidays ❤️
Hello! I don’t mind at all. Also, the fact that your ask says “Happy Holidays” just goes to show how behind I am on working through my inbox. I’m more than happy to drop a few headcanons on this. I will say, if any of the 141 had a partner with Tourette’s or tics, they’d be completely fine with it, otherwise they wouldn’t be with them to begin with. So, I want to take this time to maybe highlight some specifics for each of the guys.
written w/ gn!reader
John Price
Spends a lot of time learning. He wants to understand how he can support you without expecting you to do the mental and emotional labor of teaching him.
Strongly advocates for you, but only when needed. John won’t overstep his boundaries but will make sure you receive the help you need.
For those days when your tics exhaust you, John designed a room in your home that you can escape to. All you need to do is give a word or a non-verbal sign for when it’s bad, and he understands. No pressure or hard feelings.
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Never compares your experience with that of others.
Great about having reflective conversations and helping you work through what your stressors are if you’re struggling with identifying them yourself, but never forces the conversation.
Constant affirmations. Never makes you feel unsupportive. Kyle makes sure you know that you are loved.
Spends every evening massaging any afflicted muscles you might have. You might see it as a big ask but Kyle doesn’t.
Will defend you in any situation. He’s not afraid to call someone out or correct someone who is being rude and/or insensitive to you, especially if it’s acting as a stressor or trigger.
John “Soap” MacTavish
Laughs with you and not at you.
Never mocks or mimics (not that the others would, they absolutely would not.)
Makes sure that you have a calm environment somewhere at home. If the two of you are in public, Johnny goes out of his way to make sure there is a safe space for you to retreat to if you need it.
Doesn’t criticize or try to control your tics. He’s good at ignoring them entirely, and only quietly checks in with you if he notices something unusual or if you appear to be in distress.
Believes in open and clear communication. He always tries to be sensitive and empathic, but he’s also a yapper. (Johnny isn’t always perfect.)
Lots of physical affection as well as verbal affirmations.
Simon “Ghost” Riley
While support is crucial, Simon is also respectful of your boundaries and allows you to manage your own life choices as much as possible. He rarely steps in unless he thinks he needs to.
He doesn’t see you as someone who needs to be “fixed.” Simon has his own experience with people seeing him in that light due to trauma, and he never wants you to feel that way.
Never discusses your tics in public or talks about them with others behind your back.
If the two of you are in public, and someone is staring at you for too long, Simon is quick to stare them down until they become uncomfortable.
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hiii! I love your Dean and tren daughter.
Could you do one where she gets a boyfriend maybe?
𖦹Boyfriend, I'm Nervous𖦹



summary𖦹 Dean finds out you have a boyfriend
pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader
word count𖦹 1,126
notes𖦹 First time writing a full fic with Dad! Dean hope you like it. Also if you know what the title is referencing I love you (its all I could think about while writing this)
You were a nervous wreck. You shouldn't be, you should be happy–over the freaking moon. You had gotten your first boyfriend, why would you be anything other than elated. Because it had gotten serious enough that you had to tell your dad. The issue is your dad is Dean freaking Winchester, he could break your boyfriend in half if he wanted to–and you bet he wanted to.
It's not like Dean was 100% anti boys, you were just his baby girl, none of them were good enough for you. So of course Dean had some rules to keep your lives boy free for as long as possible, he thought they were pretty reasonable; no dating till sixteen and he has to meet the boy. You've never had an issue with the rules, it's not like you were boy crazy, but now you were scared how your dad would react to the news.
He always made jokes about being that dad. The one who waits by the door with a shotgun to intimidate any boy you bring over. The thing is you couldnt tell if he was joking. It wouldn't surprise you if he actually did threaten your boyfriend with murder. You just didn't want Dean to scare him away. He was sweet and caring, pretty mature for being a teen boy.
You had decided to tell your dad during dinner that night–if it got awkward you could just take a bite. When you had gotten home from school that day you had acted normal; doing some homework in the library with Sammy, talking to Dean about how boring your classes are, and watching a little tv. When it was time to eat you had quietly helped set the table, deep in thought.
Dean could tell something was off from the second you got home. Sure, you did all the normal stuff but you were on edge, like you were hiding something. The second you, him, and Sam were sitting down at the table starting to eat, he decided to address your change in mood. “Hey sweetheart”
You look up from your plate, “yeah Dad”
“Did something happen today” He puts his fork down, “you seem tense”
Sam continues to eat but watches the conversation intently
You start to pick at the food on your plate nervously as you answer “well…there's kinda something I need to tell you”
Both the brothers interests pikes and Dean motions for you to continue
You nervously avoid eye contact, “I..um..I have a boyfriend”
Dean freezes “you what-” his voice slightly raised
Sam interrupts him “That's great” he says with a smile and continues his eating
Dean on the other hand looks completely baffled “woah woah woah, you're not allowed to date till your sixteen”
“Dad, I have been sixteen…for a while now” You defend
He pauses for a second and searches for another reason to stop you from seeing this boy. He thought he had more time till you started dating. He knew he couldn't keep you from it forever. You were his kid of course you were gonna wanna date, but did it have to be so soon. He quickly regains his bearings and focuses back in on the conversation “how long you two been together”
“Two weeks” you answer
Dean thinks for a second then asks another question, “how old is he”
“Sixteen” You say
He nods his head in approval “that's good, not too old” Dean looks over at Sam to gauge his reaction to this news and just sees Sam absolutely tearing up his meal, not a care in the world. Was he oblivious to the tension in the room, this was big news. He hadn't even touched his food and you were just picking at your plate waiting for what your dad was going to say next–he should probably say something, “how'd you two meet” he asks the first thing that comes to mind.
You lift your gaze from the food you were playing with to Dean and respond “uh we had some classes together. He said that he thought I was pretty and funny and he wanted to go out. We've just been having lunch dates”
Your dad nods, taking in the information. “You know I have to meet him”
“Yeah I know” you confirm, looking back down at your plate.
There was a moment of tense silence and Sam had looked up from his plate, finished with his food. Noticing the seriousness of the conversation, he quickly gets up and takes his plate with him to the kitchen.
When Sam leaves Dean lets out a deep sigh abserving you for a second. “Why didn't you tell me about him sooner”
You look back up at him, “I thought you would get mad”
“Why would I get mad, you followed my rules.” He asks “Sure, i'm not thrilled but you can tell me anything, I won't get mad–unless you tell me you crashed my baby”
The tension leaves the room and you two start to finally eat your dinner. “So, you're cool with this?” You ask
Your dad scrunches up his face and shakes his head, “Hell no” He takes a pause to finish chewing and swallow his bite “this boy better be treating you right and he better be making you happy”
You playfully roll your eyes “you really think I would give the time of day to a boy who doesn't treat me right. Didnt you think I was gay for like the entirety of middle school cause I was so mean to the boys.”
He puts his hands up in surrender “hey, you never had one crush”
“That's because immature boys don't respect women. If im one thing, im a girls girl” You defend
He smiles slightly, “calling yourself a ‘girls girl’ makes it sound like you swing that way”
You shrug “sometimes I wish I did”
“Yeah me two” Dean agrees
Your brows furrowed in confusion “what”
He puts his hand up in defence “I trust teenage girls more than teenage boys”
“So that means you can trust that I can take care of myself” You say
Your dads gaze softens “of course I know you can take care of yourself, I just don't want you to have to”
Your jaw drops playfully, “awwww, dad that was so sweet”
He rolls his eyes, “don't tease me”
You chuckle lightly and continue eating in silence across from Dean. You were totally nervous for nothing, of course he would be pretty cool about this. He's your dad, he trusts you.
Just as a comfortable silence was established at the table and you both were nearing the end of your meal, Dean speaks up again, “You guys better not be having sex”
sorry if there are any typos
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I honestly like Cersei more than HOTD Rhaenyra because Cersei is highly motivated and is more honest about her flaws than Rhaenyra is even if that means embracing them and getting worse. The comparisons between Rhaenyra and Cersei are rather apt and even then Cersei still wins out because she's funner to root for and hate.
I'm also surprised that so many people assume that Targaryens like Visenya, Daella and Aemma would automatically hate Alicent. If anything all of them would be understanding towards Alicent. Visenya would understand Alicent's desire to do what she thinks is best for her son by putting him on the throne. Aemma would sympathize with Alicent because she was the only other person that would understand how poorly Viserys treated her and would be angry that Viserys married another young girl just to set her aside for his kid, even if she'd automatically side with Rhaenyra. Even Daella would sympathize with Alicent if she had the capacity to fully understand the situation Jaehaerys put her in because she was treated like a pet by Rodrik Arryn, bullied by his children even though one of them was older than her and expressed how scary her pregnancy was in the one letter she wrote to Alysanne on her own. Alicent was put into a horrible situation, being used as an older man's backup plan and tossed aside when her kids weren't as valuable to him as Rhaenyra was. (I don't care if she was 18 in the books, she was still pushed into marrying a 29 year old man as a barley legal adult and it was implied that she was groomed by Jaehaerys before his death.) Just because someone is born into the Targaryen family doesn't automatically mean that their sense of sympathy is gone when they see an in-law being treated poorly by a spouse born into their family.
Exactly! Visenya wouldn't care about Rhaenyra. She wouldn't care that she wants to name her daughter after her because she would think it obvious to do so. She is a Conquer so why the fuck not? And she wouldn't hold back on calling the Strong boys bastards when she hears their last names. It's Visenya she isn't kind, she is a warrior queen who was probably the most politically savvy of her siblings next to Rhaenys. She would express admiration to Alicent because she took power in a place where her husband made it where she had none.
Aemma would've called out Rhaenyra the moment she looked at her sons and heard they were Velaryons. She is from the Vale, the second most religious kingdom in the Seven Kingdoms. She would instantly know and wouldn't hold back. It may seem kind but she would make it known what she thinks of those boys. And yes she would have sympathy for Alicent. And she would be pissed at Viserys. I mean she died to give him a son and now that he has three he ignores all of them? She would see it as a slander to her name and all she tried to give him before she ever felt honored he kept Rhaenyra his heir.
And Daella would be very similar to Aemma in the aspect of Rhaenyra and her bastard. I mean her parents were Alysanne and Jaehaeyrs. The same people who turned a blind eye to Saera for sleeping with a man before marriage, the same people who didn't care about their daughter Vissera so much that she died trying to have last night of freedom. And TB Rhaenyra stans think she will be kind to Rhaenyra? No she would stay quiet but she would judge her and eye her in the most obvious ways. And with Alicent she would feel awful she has no one with her with each birth because that is what Daella was gonna go through and did go through.
I've also seen some say Alysanne would defend Rhaenyra and I agree...until Rhaenyra had Jace. She would turn her back and help Alicent in any way she can.
Thank you for the ask Anon!
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Why is BBC Sherloc fandom so horrible to its female characters?!
To be fair, not all of it is. Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, and Mary Watson, especially, have fierce fans and defenders.
It's a thorny issue, Nonny. Some people will claim it's because of how the women are written. I call bullshit on that idea, because most people don't need a male character to be especially well-written to like him. Dr. Watson isn't particularly well-written in the ACD canon, and yet he is beloved! So... yeah, I believe that they believe that, but I call bullshit.
I've heard people say that Molly is pathetic, but they seem to have this idea of her that's locked on to season 1 and ignores all the character development she gets throughout the rest of the show. (It's also frankly mean to quiet girls who don't know how to stand up for themselves, and as a quiet girl who didn't used to know how to stand up for herself, I really hated that.)
Most hate for Sally Donovan is really just misogynoir, and I have zero problems calling it that. Sally's doing her job, and she's probably doing it better than Lestrade (a fandom darling) is.
Irene Adler... well, to be fair, that story is a mess. But also I at least haven't seen a lot of hate for her...
Janine, also not a lot of hate, but she is victimized by both her boss and Sherlock, so I think she gets a pass, lol.
Mary Watson... hoooo boy. Mary was hated before she ever got to the screen, because a lot of people wanted so badly for their boys to get together, and Mary threatened that. And then she showed up and she was a delight and she sort of won people over for about two weeks, lol. Then she shot Sherlock, and people hated her even more. And I kind of get it, but also... two of my favorite characters of all time are a father and son who cut off each other's hands. I'm okay with some serious angst and drama and even violence between characters if it's not brushed under the rug, and Mary's actions were not brushed under the rug and it was very clear that Sherlock loved Mary and she ended up loving him back. So... I get that Mary is complicated, and that the writers over-complicated her. But, Your Honor, I still love her.
Eurus... dunno, I think by that point, people were too worked up about other things, and Eurus is also handled extremely messily, lol.
Mrs. Hudson is universally beloved, as she should be.
It does seem, in general, that if you have a story or set of stories where the main characters are all male, the fans are going to be hyper-focused on the guys and not pay that much attention to the girls. I could be wrong about that, but I can think of one or two others where that's the case.
But also in general, female characters are held up to much more scrutiny and much higher standards than male characters are, and the BBC Sherlock fandom is no exception. John Watson flew under the radar for years with a characterization that I never especially enjoyed, and very few people seemed to notice until he was cheating on his wife. We all have certain ideas about what our favorite characters are like, but John really benefited from a very cinnamon roll perception the fandom at large had of him, that also had very little basis in reality.
And I know a lot of people would be very angry with me for saying this, but I also think it's the truth: I think that sometimes, female character hate is just misogyny. Especially as it comes from real women. And I'm tired of seeing people here on Tumblr clutch their pearls about that. You can be female or AFAB, you can be politically left, you can be LGBTQ+, you can be a staunch feminist, and absolutely none of that protects you from misogyny coloring your thoughts because we are all born into a world that really hates women. And whether our parents hammer misogynistic ideals into us from a young age or not, they're all around us as we're growing up. Girls are held to higher standards of behavior than boys are. Men can make all the mistakes in the world and you just have to keep giving them chances, but God forbid a woman steps one millimeter out of line.
So yeah, I think that there's a lot of misogyny that goes on in fandom spaces, even left-leaning spaces, and I think that a lot of it is coming from inside the house. And I'm not saying that those people are Bad People TM. I'm saying that none of us are perfect, and deprogramming yourself from a lot of bad shit is a lot of work, and it's hard, and sometimes the shit that you missed surfaces in your fandom life. Which sucks. Nobody is evil for that, though — just human.
I'm not saying, either, that all dislike for the women of Sherlock is misogyny. I am saying that I think quite a lot of it is.
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gonna play some vidya but before i do I'm gonna roll up Profesor Arc
a version of our lovable noodle who was the rusted knight first then showed up at beacon. i get one free pick and 2 random rolls. lets see how our boy does and then I'll let you know how I picture the story changing.
first pick
Peerless: (800CP) The knights of Britain are renown for their skill, power and honour. The knights of the Round Table exemplify Britain’s virtues to an even greater extent. You? Lancelot at his height is the only one you can call a peer and he doesn’t remain there for long. Few men are as perfectly well rounded as you. Your physical abilities are enough that you could fight powerful adult dragons and demons to a draw with your bare hands or even win if you added a good weapon to your side. You’ve got unbelievable levels of martial skill in both offense and defense, across two dozen kinds of weapons, such that even without your physical abilities being so great you could slay armies. You have strategic and tactical abilities that let you lead small forces to crush far larger ones and can even make a good substitute for a king if your liege needs to spend a few months away at war, though you are far below the sort of king that can create a golden age. You have a high level of natural talent at any skill or ability you try your hand at and find it very easy to learn and train to become better at new things, quickly surpassing even the most venerable of warriors in their specialties. Of course, you would not be peerless if you did not also look the part. Among all the men in the world, only the divine could outmatch your physical splendour and even then, only by a touch. Your king might frown on the hordes of maidens that lust after you but you really can’t help it, as you gather admirers and love interests even when fully armoured and masked. Just something about you.
chose this one because we're going with the assumption that jaune grew into his roll as the rusted knight since he didn't slowly go mad waiting for rwby. he spent his time in the ever after learning to be a hero and helping people just for the fun of it.
we also know he's already something of a lady's man so that's just turned up to 11 now.
random roll 1
Dark Teacher: (200CP) Teachers have a great deal of power, given they are the source of each proceeding generation’s greatest warriors, magicians and leaders. Rarely is this more true than it is for you. A teacher like few others, those who study under you find that they learn as if they had enormous talent for anything you teach them, picking up everything from the combat arts to the spells of the far off Norse with lightning speed. Even faster this grows should you welcome them into your bedchambers and give them the gift of your thighs. You are particularly charming to any student you have in that manner indeed, and find that even those not yet your student will feel a growing desire to become such as your own fame for great skill and power grows.
alright so jaune's a really good teacher in this, and it speeds up if he sleeps with his students.... someone call @evenmorefatallyobsessed
seems like we're using his version of professor Arc for this lmao
random roll 2
All The King’s Horses: (100CP)A godly being like you deserves a godly steed to travel, and while you may possess an Authority to do so already, another item may prove useful in some cases. For that, this legendary mount is yours to use. Able to break the speed of sound easily while protecting all passengers and possessing a small but effective amount of firepower to defend you when you need it. The exact aesthetic depends on you, maybe you want a flying horse or a small dragon or a vimana. Regardless, the specs will be the same.
juniper made it out and is all the stronger for it! able to break the sound barrier is way faster than she used to be. and while riding on her back jaune's protected from the air and such. jackalope op
alright with that out of the way, lets move on to what this would have changed in the show.
jaune's past in this would be a built up mystery with hints of his time as the rusted knight shining through for eagle eyed fans who pay attention and know the lore. the story of the rusted knight would be brought up a lot in the first season and the good professor would always be a bit cagey about whether he likes the books or not.
as for character changes? not much, yeah he didn't know about aura still and does have to go get it unlocked before he takes the job, but he's basically just a normal teen who got back from an isseki adventure. he's got more hobbies related to equestrainism with juniper and practicing his skills but for the most part he's still just a comic loving dork who wants to make friends.
that's another thing jaune's gonna be physically 17 in this still but being much more solidly built and having longer hair he looks more mature.
the main joke around jaune is how much his students wanna jump his bones. he's like the male goodwitch in how everyone who's into guys just can't look away. his amazing skills at teaching just make everyone want him more. and when he goes out of his way to help them? well they can't not fuck him now can they?
jaune himself still doesn't get the hints, or maybe he just doesn't wanna sleep with his students. either way main joke of those new rwby would be professor arc fan service constantly coming up.
on the other hand he's utterly terrifying in combat. literally pearless in everything except aura usage and he's learning that fast. his time in the ever after changed him so he's just built different now.
the plot would be a lot of the same at first, team rwby learning to deal with each other and ruby learning to lead. pyrrha might not be his partner but she defiantly seeks him out for some private training when she can. yang will not give up on the various pick up lines/ jokes she uses on the professor though and blake thinks jaune can see right through her and knows her past.
the joke there will be that he doesn't. he really didn't think it was his business to get into his student's private lives unless they wanted him too. weiss tries to be prim and proper around him but secretly ships him with winter.
nora and ren like him. he's nice and will even help teach them or train with them for combat class. pyrrha being the only one who consistently asks for training (everyone else is too caught up in looking at jaune lol) means that they spend a lot more time around him than the average students.
people just assume juniper is an animal from out in the wilds that they've never seen before and jaune unlocked her aura so that's why she's so fast, she got a semblance.
volume 2 is where the mystery of professor arc starts getting investigated each member of team rwby imagines his mysterious past from his paperwork differently (ie in different genres of stories) and as they investigate more their theories get more elaborate sometimes jumping to entirely new genres as well, but this is the b plot of the second season. the main plot is white fang stuff with jaune proving he's absolutely terrifying on the battle field and acting as a deterant. leading the two teams on various practice missions. to handle grimm, jaune and qrow have a bromance
volume 3 we get teases that jaune might be a villain but it's a red haring the fall still happens but jaune's much more proactive and pyrrha survives, cinder still becomes the fallmaiden but has to flee when jaune shows up. yang never looses her arm but still gets her ass kicked. blake still runs off, weiss is taken back home. jaune and tai have a bromance
volume 4 lots of side quests for jaune ruby yang pyrrha ren and nora. with jaune still teaching them they're now way stronger than they were in cannon and pyrrha finally gets her man now that he's not technically their teacher anymore. ruby sleeps with him soon after. yang doesn't feel like it, still down after everything and hunting for her mother. series finally is jaune fighting cinder and raven at the same time unlocking his semblance to be truly busted. jaune and qrow have a bromance
volume 5 jaune is asked by ironwood to protect the lower city with it's wall down. jaune's happy to help but dealing with the grimm is a full time job and no one is quite sure what to do without him. ruby is forced into a leadership roll with everyone back. and we learn that jaune really was the rusted knight. pyrrha and ruby both advance so fast the others start to joke it's because Jaune finally gave them the right motivation. ozpin calls ironwood from a land line, turns out that when he dies he reincarnates in a baby's body. no soul to absorb but even just sitting up and getting his eyes to focus right is impossible right now. he'll have to remain hidden until he's old enough to fight. all he can offer is wisdom. salem attacks but thanks to everyone working together is repeled. especially after jaune explains that they could just cut her to pieces and freeze the pieces as a win condition. sure it won't last forever but he figures they could get a cool couple of centuries out of it, and if they make it to space they can just leave her to drift out there forever.
volume 6 ruby want snu snu! pyrrha want snu snu! jaune thinks they should actually talk about what their relationship is.
... qrow and jaune have a bromance as they all travel to vaccuo.
main thing here is jaune doesn't actually change the plot points too much even being op, he's just one man and a jackalope at the end of the day. what effect he does have on the plot comes from pyrrha and ruby being more effective heroes since they have more training from jaune. picking up all sorts of skills from him even before the sex based power up.
but that's just me
@heliosthegriffin @howlingday @weatherman667
how would you write this version of jaune? specifically as a character in the show and what all would you change about the show.
also peerless plus dark teacher would be overpowered in the [Worm] universe for an alternate greg. yeah he's not a legendary king but he could lead an order of knights in the grim dark world of superheroes . at least stop things from getting worse. though greg would probably pull an eminence in shadow and be more preoccupied with playing superhero than truly fixing the world. such is the problem of being a 15 year old. that combination would be really interesting in a 40k character though, especially if he's not a primarch or space marine but a normal human able to train other humans to the same ish level
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Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight
"why don't we make this interesting" Bakugou then says
"How?" You say knowing he’s going to find a way to make this into a competition the way he always finds a way too
"You win I have to get you off, I win you have to get me off"
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you were in Bakugou's dorm room another Saturday of playing video games with him, kirishima, and denki.
The conversation went into tmi territory which was something you were use too. Denki started it of course all his attempts to get a date never working out.
"I just don't get it" Denki complains
"Maybe if you don't ask there friend out one week and then them the next Denk's maybe you'd get somewhere" you tell him
Bakugou wins the round again, huff, puffs, and sighs echo through the room as you stare annoying at the screen looking over at the winner who has a smirk on his face
"Not my fault you idiots suck!" He states
"Hey y/n would you go out with me?" Denki says silence falling over the room "bro" kirishima says
"Denki are you seriously asking me out right now?"
"No no... I'm asking like if we weren't friends and I asked you would you? Like am I attractive?" He says standing up hands waving around defending himself
You open your mouth to reply before you could
Bakugou starts laughing at the other boy. Denki takes a seat back beside kirishima on the ground knee pressed to his chest as the tv counts down for another game about to start
You all pick up your controllers
"Denki your honestly not my type sorry" you tell him not even looking his way but could see him lean past Kiri to look at you
"What is your type y/n?" kirishima asks
"Yeah you never have a date yourself? Why not?" Denki chimes in
"Uhhh i dunno... someone strong of course I can't date someone who I could beat up" you tell them
"well that's going to be hard to find" Kirishima says as you beat him yesterday in class during training
The convo turns sexual fast, due to Kaminari's lack of social skills he never knows what's something you shouldn't say or ask. It started with kissing questions. Which lead to masturbating.
"I wonder wants it's like for girls tho to orgasm" Denki blurts out
"Y/n what's it like" he yaps on like you and Kiri don't have red faces
"Ummmm I -I honestly don't know" you mumble looking over the Bakugou trying to give him a look to stop kaminari's rambling curiosity
But instead you were met with his red eyes looking not mad at the electric boys awkward talk but intrigued, you look away fast focusing on the game
"Have you never came y/n!" He asks in awe
"It's different for girls kami, leave y/n alone" kirishima speaks up
"I haven't" you say softly
Silence falls over the room the only sound was the videos games music playing
"Not like you'll ever find out what's it's like dunce face" Bakugou says you look back over at him his usual express returned as his eyes are fixated on the game again
The conversation goes back to normal, bickering and what not. Talks of movies and training tomorrow. You laugh menacing as Kiri beats bakugou again making it 4/6 wins
Kaminari's phone goes off "oh shit I almost forgot I'm meeting Sero and Mina for lunch! Are you guys sure you don't want to go"
"No"
"No"
"Oh shoot! It's getting late! I forgot I had to be at fat gum's meeting today!" Kirishima also says both boys getting up and saying bye before running out the room. Leaving you and Bakugou left you play another round and you won ?? Bakugou must be getting tired of playing
"why don't we make this interesting" Bakugou then says
"How?" You say knowing his going to find a way to make this into a competition the way he always finds a way too
"You win I have to get you off, I win you have to get me off"
You sat there a minute, not moving a muscle, staring at the bleach blonde in front of you trying to figure out if he means what you think he means
"Katsuki are you saying I have to suck you off?" You look him up and down, scanning his features
"What am I not your type? You don't want someone you can beat in a fight and you can't beat me!"
You think about it, katsuki was your type, muscular, confident, unbeatable, he has stunning looks anyone with eyes could see that.
But you weren't katsuki's type you thought, you didn't have evidence to prove this tho and he didn't seem to ever be interested in sex, or any kind of relationship ever until now. The fact that he even has friends, and that you got to be one of them still seemed strange to you even to this day
"You are" you say truthfully
"Then what's the problem? Scared you'll lose" he says with a bite
"Your on Kats!" You say giving him a grin grabbing the controller, the tension in the air, as the game counts down to start
3.....
2.....
1.....
You won?
He had to of lost on purpose there's no way in hell
"Looks like you win" he says a devilish look on his face. You look at your friend sitting beside you. The reality of what you agreed to hitting you. You can't back down. Katsuki's would give you hell for not keeping your word even if it was this
You didn't expect things to get heated so quickly, but you couldn't complain with to look in katsuki's eyes, his shirt long gone his muscular figure behind you, with your back pressed against his chest. One of his hands kneading your thigh roughly
"Have you ever done this before" you say a blush on your cheeks feelings shyness creeping up on you as his fingers brush against your hip, rubbing across the waist band of your sweat pants
He pulls away from his brutal attack on your neck, seeing him grin at you from the mirror in front of his bed as you make eye contact
"No but ima make you cum" he says pulling your head back into a heated kiss as katsuki pulls down your shorts taking your panties with them
Out of instinct you shut your legs hiding yourself as he pulls your legs apart you hear the sound of him sucking on his fingers your brain didn't get the chance to register the sound before two thick fingers coated in his spit make contact with your folds
You gasp at the sudden action head bending to look at his fingers slowly teasing your lips. Katsuki uses his free hand to push your head back into the crook of his neck forcing you to watch
"You were already getting wet just from thinking about me touching you huh?"
You open your mouth to reply only to be met with katsuki's middle finger slipping into you to the first knuckle causing you to inhale harshly
"Shit" you hear him huff in your ear "too tight"
You shut your eyes too embarrassed by how hot it was to keep watching yourself in the mirror
katsuki's fingers move up brushing your clit causing you to thrust ever so slightly, barely noticeable but he notices
"eyes open" he demands you open your eyes seeing nothing but lust in his eyes as he ghosts over your clit again teasing you knowing he found it
His mouth finding it's way back on your neck sucking and biting at the soft flesh as he draws circles with his middle finger in your clit finally drawing gasps after gasp from your lips
"I want to hear how good I'm making you feel stop holding back"
You feel his other hand that was holding your left thigh open leave the same sound of him sucking on his fingers in your ear again
You watch as he takes the fingers singling one out making eye contact as he fully thrust one into you a loud moan leaves your lips as you throw your head back
"God your making a mess" he tells you feeling how his fingers glide without friction in and out of you. The others not leaving your clit.
He adds another finger you wince as you feel him only go to the first knuckle again. His fingers on your clit stop
"fuck y/n"
"You can take it" he says pushing them all the way in stopping to let you adjust you feel him try to scissor them before pulling halfway out before pushing back in agonizingly slow
A low mhmmm leaves his lips, his hard cock pressed into lower back as he watches you fall apart, legs spread as you take his fingers
"Good girl" his hot breath tinkling your ear as he sets his pace back on your clit sending you into over drive
You hips start to move on there own riding his fingers
"Katsuki" you moan as his fingers curl hitting your g spot
"Katsuki-ii" you continue moaning praises of his name your eyes shutting tightly unable to keep them open as you chase your high the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you hitting your g spot over and over, you turn slightly in him your left hand gripping his bicep, nails digging in hard, as you hide your face in between his collar bone and neck
"Come on you're doing so good cum for me"
a few more pumps and your biting hard into his neck muffling the scream that tried to escape cumming all over his fingers
Katsuki pulls out his fingers slowly you open your eyes to see him sucking on them tasting you as you lay against him panting, sweaty, your legs slowly shutting folding over.
"Let's get you cleaned up" katsuki slowly moves from under you. You could hear the water running in his bathroom "turn over on your back" You do so feeling your legs being pushed open and up a warm cloth cleaning you off
"You really did make a mess" Katsuki grumbles probably a bit upset about his sheets. You watch as he goes through his dresser handing you a pair of his shorts
You take them pulling them on while still in bed, Katsuki moves in beside you pulling the covers over you both
"I feel like I ran a marathon" you say closing your eyes leaning on his shoulder
"I told you I could make you cum" was the last thing you heard before drifting into sleep
Hours later
"Hey bro sorry for barging in I think I forgot my charger!" Kirishima says entering Bakugou's room
He stood frozen, mouth dropped as he sees you and still shirtless bakugou cuddled up in bed. The noise wakes katsuki
"Shitty hair what are you doing?" He growls "get out!"
"I -I forgot... ya know never mind" he says leaving to room quietly shutting the door. Standing in the hall for a moment to process what he saw.
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great expectations - 6, game on!
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The moment you step into the house party, you know you're in for a night.
Your group separates almost immediately. Shoyo runs off—dragging Tsukki like a begrudging anchor—to find some of their teammates. Kuroo, Suga, and Kiyoko head towards the kitchen to find drinks, while you mumble something about needing to use the bathroom.
It's a lie, so you wait until Kiyoko is tucked away safely in the kitchen before you cross the party in determined steps towards the only reason you even showed up.
"Don't you dare mess this up for us, Tanaka." You threaten, interrupting the conversation he had been previously engaged with. You'd seen him as soon as you'd entered, talking against the far wall with Iwaizumi Hajime, acting like he wasn't investigating everyone that walked in the door.
"I won't! Wait, us?" Tanaka defends, chest puffing out with determination during the time it took for his mind to catch up with your words.
"Yes, us. Don't tell her I said this, but she likes you. So, now you have no excuse to not ask her out." You level him with a flat look, though after a few seconds the corners of your lips curve upwards and you're left with no choice but to smile at him.
You really do like Tanaka. It's just fun to mess with him.
But maybe you took it too far. The poor boy looks like his mind is melting.
You don't have any time to think it through, because without any further teasing, Tanaka takes off in a determined, albeit nervous, stride towards the kitchen.
You're left alone with Iwaizumi, grinning like the cat that got the canary at the knowledge that your plan was set into motion so easily. You've talked Iwaizumi enough for it to not be awkward, though every encounter you've ever had with him was either in the context of his athletic trainer internship or him apologizing for Oikawa's dumb comments.
"Nice of you to do that for Tanaka." Iwaizumi hums over the rim of his cup. You'd prearranged with Suga that he would bring you a drink, so you're not in any rush to take off and find one while you watch Tanaka psych himself up to enter the kitchen. "He's got it bad for Shimizu."
"Believe it or not, the feeling is actually mutual." You grin, thinking of the way your shy, quiet friend gushed in her own way about the spiker.
"Speaking of unbelievable things," Iwaizumi steers the conversation away from Tanaka, and you're unsure what to think as you wait for him to finish his thought. "Oikawa seems to be actually trying to be a better person since your argument."
You cringe, but not because Oikawa was brought up.
"You mean, more like since I yelled at him in front of everybody and their mother and got the whole volleyball department in trouble?"
"Yeah. But don't worry. I know he had it coming." Iwaizumi teases, and you can't help but snort. You also can't help the way your stare floats over the crowd, searching for a head of familiar brown hair that may or may not be wearing a matching outfit with you. "Look, I don't want you to think I'm only saying this because he's somehow my best friend, but I really think you should give him a chance to show you what he could be like."
"Hasn't he already shown me that?" You ask, brows knitting together and giving Iwaizumi your full attention. He knew Oikawa better than anyone, and had stuck around him for so many years. If a guy as good as Iwaizumi was vouching for Oikawa, then maybe he had a point.
And maybe you were starting to wonder if you were seeing the real Oikawa, too.
Iwaizumi shook his head, and you knew that he was being honest.
"Oikawa thinks he has to pretend for people to like him. He's been this way since we were kids. But... he's different with you. He's himself."
Your attention flicked to the crowd once more.
And suddenly, all you wanted to do was find out if Iwaizumi was telling the truth.


An hour into the party, and you still haven't actually talked to Oikawa.
But you had spent that time with your friends, crammed onto the couch and laughing loudly. At one point, Bokuto and Kuroo start shoving each other playfully, and you know you have only seconds before they start full on wrestling, so you jump from your spot on the couch and weave through the crowd towards the kitchen for a fresh drink.
There are more people than you expected. Not only was it the boy's team and friends, but you'd seen your own teammates and other sports members littered throughout the house. It's not crazy packed like a frat party, but you're glad for it. You'd rather not deal with the all sweaty, arrogant men you found on Frat Row.
With all the extra bodies, you don't think twice about the figure sliding in next to you at the counter where you're mixing a drink, assuming they're just waiting their turn for the display of mixers.
Though, when the person speaks, you realize they were waiting for something else.
"You dating any of those guys you showed up with?"
Instinctively, your face twists into a scathing mixture of disgust, distaste, and flat out annoyance. It doesn't take you long to put a name with the face, and you know you're looking at Yuuji Terushima.
You know a few things about him. He's on the school's rec volleyball team. He's not half bad at it, anyways, but he screws around too much to actually develop any skills. And he cheated on your teammate only a few short weeks earlier when they tried out dating.
You had tried to talk her out of it. Terushima tried out dating with anyone who'd let him.
"Did'ja hear me?" He asks, smirking like he knows he's hot—though you know far too much about him to fall for any sort of charm he attempts.
"I heard you," You roll your eyes, not looking up as you finish mixing your drink. You'd be damned if Terushima was going to get in the way of your refill. "I just don't want to answer you."
He smirks wider, clearly enjoying you giving in an answering him.
"Don't be so mean, sweetheart."
It's then that you try and turn to leave, but try becomes the operative word as you twist in place only for Terushima to slide easily to the space you were going to use to escape.
He's got you blocked in against the counter, and briefly your heart rate spikes. Your attention darts throughout the kitchen, but you don't know anybody that's left lingering in the small space.
"Even if you are dating one of them," Terushima continues on, like he wasn't making you incredibly uncomfortable. "They don't have to know—"
Suddenly, Terushima is jerked away from you. You have a split second to recognize a hand clamped on his shoulder until your line of sight frees up, only to be replaced by a broad back wedged protectively between the two of you.
"Hey, man." Oikawa. He's the one who came your your rescue, who was currently glaring daggers at Terushima, if your glance at the side of his face told you anything. "She's not interested. Get lost."
And though Terushima was still smirking at you, he raised his hands as if claiming innocence. With nothing more than a wink in your direction, he melted back into the crowd.
Oikawa waits until Terushima is completely gone before turning back to face you, frown etched deep onto his face. You realize you've never seen him genuinely frown, only playfully. It makes your stomach twist in nerves.
"Are you okay?" His voice is deep and gravelly, and you can tell he's still pissed off.
"Yeah, I'm fine." You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. You were uncomfortable, but not because Oikawa. No, you were grateful for him, a foreign feeling. "He was just being pushy, but he didn't touch me, or anything."
"I swear, I'm going to have Iwaizumi kick him out."
"My hero," You tease, snorting out a laugh. The sound makes Oikawa's frown falter, and you pinch your arm to keep from smiling at the sight. "I think I'm going to head home, though."
"Can I walk you back?" You can tell he's still worked up over what he walked in on, so you know he's not trying to pull any moves.
It makes you think of Iwaizumi's earlier words, and suddenly you're answering before you realize.
"Please."












extras!
yn acts like she hates helping tanaka with kiyoko but she actually loves it so much. obsessed with the effort tanaka puts in for her friend and approves of him completely
the entire time they were getting ready to go out kuroo kept teasing yn about "how much she wanted to go see oikawa" and only stopped when she threw a shoe at his head
tsukki acts like he's too cool to gossip but he's smirking the whole time anyone calls out yn for crushing on oikawa
hinata's big dream (besides going pro in vball) is for oikawa and yn to date. truly thinks of them as mom and dad but he's too scared of yn to say so
iwaizumi never told oikawa that he asked yn to give him a chance. he knows he'll be too annoying about it
oikawa and yn spent two hours together after leaving the party - suga spent 75% of that time stalking her location to make sure she was safe. but also to be nosy. mostly to be nosy.
the house was waiting outside yn's bedroom for the morning debrief after seeing her and oikawa's posts of each other.
Hinata was on the roof with Lev (also on the boys vball team)
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