#maybe he could touch them. hug them. maybe he'll learn to do it by then.
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Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale
Summary: New Years Day starts with you realizing you fell asleep on top of Ransom.
Warnings: Angst, Miscommunication, Panic attack. Please let me know if I missed any.
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You're slow to wake up. Your bed is way less comfy than usual. You try to reach for a blanket or pillow. Your hand finds something soft, maybe your afghan blanket, but when you pull, it doesn't move much.
That's when you hear the gentle snoring, making your eyes shoot open. It registers that you've been pulling on Ransom's sweater as he was laying under you.
That can't be comfortable, you think.
Gently you start trying to get off of him without waking him up but you're stopped when, with a sleepy grumble, Ransom wraps his arms around you and squeezes you tight. it feels nice and you're still sleepy enough your brain can't fight the urge to lean into it. As much as you've enjoyed when Ransom lets you hug him, being on the receiving end feels even better.
Wait! No! Ransom doesn't like touch!, you reprimand yourself.
Not wanting to continue taking advantage of his sleepy state you start struggling to escape his grasp. He wakes up and panics at seeing you in his arms. He pushes you off of him and you land on the floor, thankfully on your back.
"I'm so sorry," you quickly move away from the couch. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you. I know you don't like to be touched."
"What?" Ransom gasps. "I...I'm..." Ransom practically runs to his bathroom and slams the door shut. He's mortified. No, he's scared. He was soft, vulnerable just now. And last night, he thinks, as the memories return.
He looks at his reflection and his breathing goes ragged. He spent so much of his life being a privileged asshole. Now he's hugging people. Being friendly. The old him would've relished taking your first kiss for himself and maybe pushed even further. Instead he talked you down to just doing a toast. And then that got interrupted by---
"Ransom?" your voice squeaked through the door. "I...are you...I'm sorry. I didn't...Are you going to be okay?"
He splashes water on his face, his breathing still hasn't slowed. He wants to respond, tell you something, anything but he can't get his brain to work. Someone found him. All he can do is go over the snipes, the criticisms, the fake concern, the toxicity he knows he'll get when his family pulls him back into their clutches.
He sits on the floor, face in his hands. He can't do it. He refuses to go back to them. He won't let them hurt him again! He was proud of himself for surviving on his own. He was learning what real happiness was. What friendship really could be. He doesn't want to be the cold, ruthless asshole he used to be.
But was he really better off like this? One person he doesn't know calls him "Hugh" and suddenly he's a pitiful mess. He's never felt so weak. At least with his family he knew how to survive. This situation is too new. He can't...he doesn't know how to keep going. A sob escapes him.
"Ransom?" your voice is more urgent at the sound. "Ransom? Please talk to me? Open the door? Something?"
He can't. He can't let you see him like this. All of his instincts are telling him that only pain will come from being seen like this. Tears start pouring and he can't stop them. He can't catch his breath. He wants to call out for help, ask you to hold him, but his brain knows that if he does that you'll only hurt him.
"Ransom?" you sound like you're on the verge of a panic attack. "Ransom I'm not going to open the door, but I'm also not leaving until I know you're okay."
He sobs again. Why can't you leave him alone to be miserable in peace? Why do you insist on being there for him? He's pathetic. He can't even have a simple encounter without flying off into a panic! He knows you're just going to make fun of him. Maybe that's why you're still here. It's not that you care, it's that you need to be better than someone!
"Leave me alone," he sputters between breaths.
His words cut deep and you sniffle. You know he doesn't like being touched but you threw yourself on top of him last night! You even reached under his sweater to warm your hands! Sure he'd commented you could if you just got into the cab but still, that wasn't proper consent, was it?
"I'm so sorry, Ransom," you gulp. "I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I should have been in better control of myself. I didn't...I didn't mean to upset you. Even drunk me should know to respect your personal space."
"That's not what upset me!" he yells through the door, startling you. You've never heard him so angry.
"I'm sorry I brought that guy over the table," you mumble just loud enough for him to hear. "I was just trying to help you make some new friends."
"Because you enjoy seeing me flounder? Because you thrive on watching me make an idiot of myself? Because you need to prove you're better than me?!"
His words pierce your heart and the tears flow even more. You want to run away and hide like you used to but you can't. You can't leave Ransom in this state. You remember being there. Believing the worst in people. You know how lonely it is.
"Because I was drunk and thought you'd like more friends than just me," you explain. "You've made so much progress and I know I'm not your favorite kind of person. Nick looked on the richer side, like he had good taste or something. He looked like someone you could talk to that wouldn't annoy you with his...his bubbly personality."
Ransom goes quiet as he tries to process your words. He tries to think up something to say but all he can blurt out is, "what?"
Between sniffles you explain, "you're always so well dressed, so clean and tidy, so put together. I know the only reason you hang out with me is because you don't have experience making friends. I knew, going into this friendship, that you wouldn't want me around for long once you got some friends you could actually relate to. Friends to talk to about expensive cars, fine wines, stuff like that."
Ransom's breathing slows down as he continues listening to your voice.
"I know I'm a silly kind of person," you continue. "I see your eyes roll because of me. I hear your exasperated sighs. I know you're only friends with me because you need someone to be. I thought Nick might be that better friend for you."
"You want to get rid of me?" Ransom whines.
"No!" you're quick to assert. "I just know that you find me annoying. Friends shouldn't annoy friends every time they talk. Like I annoy you."
"I don't..." Ransom stops himself. He does roll his eyes at you a lot, but he thought you saw it as part of his being playful with you. Was this part of your own baggage? Do you believe yourself to be annoying as much as he believes himself to be a cold-hearted bastard? "You're not annoying," he finally says. There's so much more he wants to say, but his brain isn't working right.
"I'm still sorry I brought him over to the table," you mutter. "We were doing so good, having so much fun and I ruined it."
Ransom's breathing picks up again at the reminder of being called "Hugh". At the warning that his family was still looking for him, and had succeeded.
"It's not your fault," he chokes out. "He was an asshole seeking to ruin our night." He takes a few moments to regulate his breathing before he continues. "He knew who I was, he didn't need to get any closer. He chose to. He took advantage of you. It's not your fault."
"I trust you, Ransom."
Those four words spark more tears from Ransom because he knows you mean them. No one's ever told him anything like that before. He never knew how much responsibility came with not being a toxic asshole and he's not sure he'll ever be cut out for it.
"You deserve a better friend," he sighs. "Someone who's better at...communicating."
He hears you scoff. "Ransom, you know languages other than English, right?"
"Kinda," he replies, confusion lacing his tone.
"Were you fluent in any of them when you first started?"
"Of course not. It takes practice."
"So do things like this. And even then...even then you can still have times where your brain jumbles the languages and nothing comes out. Or where you can't think of the word and you default to your native language." You hear some sniffles from Ransom's side of the door. "It takes practice and being around others who speak the language. But eventually you get it."
There's silence for a few minutes and you worry you've overshared. But the you hear him.
"Can you get me the Sweater Pusheen?"
"On it!"
You rush to the living/dining area and grab the stuffed animal. Outside the bathroom, you gently knock on the door and it opens just enough for you to pass the plushie to him. Respecting that you haven't been invited in, you close the door for him and sit back down.
Ransom squeezes the Pusheen like a lifeline. He's learned that it helps his breathing, helps him calm down. He even started keeping it in his car for rough days at work. But while it is helping, he's realizing it's not enough. No. That was when he was hugging on you before he was fully awake. That was whenever you hugged him, allowing him to hug you back. The plushie is helpful, but it's no substitute for the real thing.
He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Hey, are you still there?"
"Yes."
"Can I hug you?"
"Of course!"
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it's been so long since i rewatched the Unsaid Emily episode of JATP but holy, shit does it still hit so fucking hard
when luke's hiding in the bushes outside of his parents' house because he misses them- misses his mother- and regrets the way he ran off, but was too proud to apologize. and maybe too full of guilt and regret to come back before he did what he set out to do.
but he missed her and she missed him and he wrote an entire song about it and his band sang it together and im just 😭😭😭😭
maybe after his band played at the orpheum he would have gone back. maybe he could have gone back and said "look! i did it! im sorry for leaving but i did it! can i come home now?"
maybe that would have been enough to start mending the gap
maybe they would have had a chance to play more than one song, and maybe the second would have been Unsaid Emily, and maybe she would have known. maybe she would have been standing by the door waiting for him to come back.
but he dies, and the song is lost for twenty years, and his mother never knew that he was so sorry or that he even thought about her after running away, not until julie.
he gets the chance to finally say everything he always meant to say to her, he gets to see his mother read his old words and read the love in them.
im nearly sobbing from this scene again it's so fucking good. so powerful.
#meg speaks#i AM crying the song always makes me cry but it's SO SO SO GOOD#since it doesnt look like the show will ever get another season it will forever be in my headcanon that one day his parents happen to see#him perform with julie. they see their son again#and maybe the song they sing is written for them#julie could just Do that you know#she could make him and alex and reggie appear before luke's parents and he could see them again and they could see him and MAYBE#maybe he could touch them. hug them. maybe he'll learn to do it by then.#sometiems i wonder if his parents could actually hear him singing the song there in their living room#like how the band could be heard playing This Band Is Back by passersby even though they couldnt be seen#maybe his parents could hear him. maybe they thought ti was just all in their heads. maybe their memories of him feel sharper afterwards.#maybe his voice is as clear as it was the day he left home when it had been muddled over by time#julie and the phantoms#jatp#ok i need to stop of im gonna cry even more
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sfw alphabet | park sunghoon (en-)
୨ৎ : synopsis : sfw a-z alphabet for park sunghoon
୨ৎ : word count : 1366
୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ
(a/n) : don't forget to like & reblog !! my requests are open!
a ⤖ affection (how affectionate is he? how often does he show affection?)
sunghoon might not be the type to shout his love from the rooftops
but his affection is a quiet fire that burns steadily.
he'll leave you little notes hidden in your pockets
remember your favorite flower and surprise you with it "just because"
and his eyes will hold a special warmth when he looks at you.
b ⤖ beginning (what would he be like as a bsf; how would the friendship start?)
imagine bumping into him at a cozy café, both reaching for the same book on the shelf his dry wit and unexpected humor would draw you in
you'd find yourselves talking for hours, discovering a shared passion for music, art, or maybe even the quiet beauty of a snowy day.
c ⤖ cuddles (does he like to cuddle; how would he cuddle?)
oh, he absolutely loves to cuddle. picture this: a rainy sunday afternoon, soft blankets, and sunghoon holding you close, his chin resting on your head as you both get lost in a movie.
he'd be the perfect big spoon, his embrace a safe haven where you can let go of all your worries.
d ⤖ domestic (does he want to settle down; how good is he at cooking and cleaning?)
while he thrives in the spotlight, a part of him longs for the quiet comfort of a home with you.
he'd be surprisingly good at keeping things tidy, maybe even a bit of a neat freak.
cooking might be a learning curve, but he'd be eager to try new recipes with you, turning kitchen mishaps into laughter-filled memories.
e ⤖ ending (if he had to break up with you; how would he do it?)
breaking up would be his absolute last resort.
if it came to that, he'd do it with the utmost respect and honesty.
he'd choose a quiet place where you could talk privately, his eyes filled with sincerity and regret as he explained his reasons.
he wants to make sure you know it's not your fault.
f ⤖ fiance (how does he feel about commitment; would he want to get married quick?)
commitment is not something he takes lightly.
he'd want to be absolutely sure before proposing, ensuring that you're both ready for a lifetime together.
he wouldn't rush into marriage, but when he finally gets down on one knee, it would be a moment filled with deep love and a promise of forever.
g ⤖ gentle (how gentle is he; emotionally + physically?)
sunghoon's gentleness is woven into his very being.
he'd handle your heart with the care of a sculptor, always mindful of your feelings.
his touch would be feather-light, a whisper against your skin that sends shivers down your spine.
h ⤖ hugs (does he likes hugs; how often does he hug you; what are his hugs like?)
his hugs are rare but precious, a silent language of love.
he'd pull you close when you need it most, his arms a warm cocoon that melts away your stress.
his hugs would linger, a quiet moment of connection that speaks volumes.
i ⤖ i love you (how fast does he say he loves you?)
those three little words would be sacred to him.
he'd wait until the moment feels perfectly right
j ⤖ jealousy (how jealous does he get; what does he do when he is jealous?)
he's not the possessive type, but a flicker of jealousy might cross his face if someone gets a little too close.
he wouldn't make a scene, but he might subtly pull you closer or hold your hand a little tighter, a silent reminder that you're his.
k ⤖ kisses (what are his kisses like; where does he like to kiss you; where does he like to be kissed?)
his kisses are slow and tender, savoring every moment.
he'd adore kissing your forehead, a gesture of affection and protection.
he'd melt under your kisses on his jawline, a secret spot that sends shivers down his spine.
l ⤖ little ones (how is he around children?)
he might seem a bit awkward at first, but his playful side would emerge around children.
he'd be patient and kind, engaging them in imaginative games and making them laugh with silly faces.
m ⤖ morning (how are mornings spent with him?)
mornings with sunghoon would be slow and peaceful.
he'd wake you up with soft kisses and whispered "good mornings," followed by a leisurely breakfast in bed
definitely enjoying each other's company before the day begins.
n ⤖ night (how are nights spend with him?)
nights would be a blend of quiet intimacy and shared passions.
you might find yourselves curled up on the couch, lost in a good book, or sharing headphones as you listen to your favorite music
but the silence is 100% filled with unspoken affection.
o ⤖ open (when would he open up; does he say everything at once or does he wait to reveal himself?)
he'd open up like a blooming flower, slowly revealing his deepest thoughts and feelings as your bond deepens.
late-night conversations would become a sanctuary where you share your dreams and vulnerabilities
p ⤖ patience (how easily angered is he?)
his patience runs deep
he'd approach conflicts with understanding and a willingness to listen
always seeking a peaceful resolution.
q ⤖ quizzes (how much would he remember about you; does he remember every little detail; or is he forgetful?)
he'd be a keeper of your secrets, big and small.
he'd remember the way you take your coffee, your favorite song lyrics, and the story behind that tiny scar on your knee.
your life would be etched in his memory, a testament to his love and attention.
r ⤖ remember (what is his favorite moment in the relationship?)
his favorite moment might be the first time you looked at him with pure, unguarded love in your eyes
in that moment he knew he was falling for you just as hard as you were falling for him.
s ⤖ security (how protectice is he; how does he protect you; how would he like to be protected?)
he'd be your silent guardian, always looking out for you, whether it's holding your hand as you cross a busy street or defending you against unkind words.
he'd appreciate a partner who offers him emotional security, a safe space where he can be vulnerable without fear of judgment.
t ⤖ try (how much effort does he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
he believes in quality over quantity.
dates would be thoughtfully planned, anniversaries celebrated with heartfelt gestures, and gifts chosen with your personality in mind.
he'd show his love through everyday acts of kindness, from making you breakfast in bed to surprising you with your favorite takeout after a long day.
u ⤖ ugly (what are some of his bad habits?)
he might be a bit too hard on himself sometimes
always striving for perfection in everything he does.
he might also overthink things, getting lost in his own thoughts.
v ⤖ vanity (how concerned is he with his looks?)
he takes pride in his appearance, but it's more about self-care than vanity.
he understands the importance of looking his best
w ⤖ whole (would he feel incomplete without you?)
while he values his independence, you'd become an essential part of his life
for him, you're a source of joy and strength.
he'd cherish your presence, your laughter filling the spaces in his heart he didn't know existed.
x ⤖ xtra (random headcanon for him)
he secretly writes you love poems in his spare time, hiding them away in a special notebook
y ⤖ yuck (what are some things he wouldn't like; in general or in a partner?)
he wouldn't like dishonesty, rudeness, or people who try to pressure him into things he's not comfortable with.
in a partner, he'd value kindness, understanding, and a shared passion for life.
z ⤖ zzz (what are his sleeping habits?)
he might be a cuddler in his sleep, subconsciously seeking your warmth and comfort.
he might also talk in his sleep occasionally, murmuring sweet nothings that make your heart melt.
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what about with like the proxies and Slenderman (and brothers if you want!) reacting to like Y/N coming back and hugging them, not saying a word. They had a bad day or something and just need comfort <3
Hugging slenderman and the proxies out of no where
Maybe I'll do a second post to include trenderman and splendor! Yippie!
Notes: reader is gn, short post, none of these people are used to affection much less one being given as a means to comfort oneself
CWs: none
SLENDERMAN
He doesn't flinch at all when you suddenly rush back to him after he walks you to the edge of the woods- so you could go home for the night-
But he does stiffen when you suddenly crash into him and cling onto him with all you've got. Why the sudden change? Well... not so sudden... he could sense that something was off with you today, but you didn't budge
Bending down to hug you back would be physically awkward for the both of you, but he does rest his hands on you... large hands, rubs circles into your back. He let's you cling onto him for as long as you need
MASKY
Does NOT like you rushing back towards him, he knows it's you and you're likely not attacking but he still instinctively takes a step back and prepares himself.. but.. you're grabbing him
No, you're hugging him. He's not too open to physical touch, especially spontaneous touches- but the way you shoved your face into his shoulder has him rethinking slinking away from you
Very awkwardly and stiffly wraps him arms around you. Is this... okay for you? Is this what you wanted? Runs his fingers through your hair and rubs circles into your scalp
HOODIE
Loooooves physical touch unlike his counterpart, so he's more than open to giving you a hug... but he can tell something is wrong with how you cling to him and hide your face. He won't push you to talk but if you start crying he's going to move your face from his jacket so you can get some proper air
Gently sways you from side to side as a means to try to soothe you, if you let him he'll even sink into the ground with you and simply hold you
He offers to stay with you, if he doesn't need to immediately return to his work... and even then he tries to linger for a few extra minutes
TICCI TOBY
Does NOT know how to take affection- he's still learning how to take it from you- and he's a horrible comforter... but damnit he knows you're upset so he's going to try
He starts talking to fill the silence. He doesn't outright pry and ask what's going on and why you're upset, especially if you seem unreceptive. He simply. Talks and tries to find something to coax you from his chest
He tends to hug you too tight, though... he doesn't know what's too much for you and what isn't enough
#creepypasta x reader#creepypasta x you#creepypasta imagine#crp x reader#crp x you#crp imagine#slenderman x reader#slenderman x you#slenderman imagine#masky x you#masky x reader#masky imagine#hoodie imagines#hoodie x reader#hoodie x you#ticci toby x reader#ticci toby x you#ticci toby imagine#canon x reader#canon x you#x reader
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"Get your hands off that, Richard John Grayson!"
You stole your potion back while swatting his curious hand away. You sternly say,
"This will liquefy your bones. What if you tripped?"
You were about to continue your worried rant, but Dick cringed at the words liquefied bones. You decided he's had enough of a punishment. He'll forever be cursed with the knowledge you can liquefy bones.
You sighed. You had not anticipated Tim's siblings to be so... grabby, so to speak. They don't leave anything magical alone. Jason has been caught reading a "spell book" (he didn't know it was a baking book with cute Halloween themed baked goods, but you kept that knowledge between the two of you), Dick has tampered with your potions, Damian had read all your dark witchcraft books, even Cass has meddled by touching your hex powder. Tim is the only good one, as expected.
"Can't you leave my potions alone? Do you not remember what happened last time? You had to live with backwards joints for a week while I made a remedy."
Dick rubbed his elbows subconsciously. How could he forget? He had to learn how to fight like a contortionist instead of an acrobat.
You sighed. The wedding is in a couple of hours, but you've been running everywhere trying to control Bruce's borderline feral children for months now.
"Tt. Remember when Todd tripped and became a pile of glitter?"
You frowned at Damian. Jason has been a lot better since then. He's still covered in glitter six months later. You noticed an empty beaker to Damian's left and immediately asked in a warning tone,
"Damian, what did you drink?"
He was holding his hands behind his back too innocently. You narrowed your eyes at him. He retained his innocent act by saying,
"Nothing. Why do you ask, ummi?"
You raised your eyebrows at him. Yeah, right. His legs are starting to fuse together.
"I don't know, maybe because your legs are turning reptilian."
Damian, now caught, began to beg,
"Ummi, help me. I don't want to miss the wedding."
You almost laughed as you walked to your bookcase and pulled out the right spell book. You looked at Damian and then at his now merged legs. You grimaced as you said,
"Anguis mutationem."
Damian hissed in pain as his legs split in two again. You winced. The bones had fused then. They were cracked in half like a christmas cracker. You said sternly,
"Nobody is allowed in the magic room until they can prove they can be responsible."
You ushered them all out of the room as you put up spells. Nobody is allowed in except Jason and Tim, as they are the only two to respect magic. Not even Bruce is allowed in.
Once satisfied with your wards and spells, you left the room. You need to get ready with your girls.
You had no idea why Bruce insisted on a normal wedding, but you humoured him. You allowed the girls to fuss over you like the wedding means something more than a lavish party. You left Bruce to do all the planning, who then left it all to Alfred, who handed it right back to Bruce with a fatherly glare, so then Bruce pawned it off to the girls, who then pawned it off to Dick because he's the oldest. Steph said with a grin,
"You're so beautiful."
You sighed. You look like a swan, in your opinion. You told Tim to order you whatever because you didn't care. In your eyes, you and Bruce are already married, so why bother with a wedding? You both signed the contract to merge your souls together.
Maybe that is why you don't care. Bruce's soul is moody and broods more than speaks. Like a broody hen trying to awkwardly engulf your own soul in the weirdest hug ever. His very essence was nestled alongside yours.
Tim also didn't care. He knew getting you to care about the wedding would be like giving a feral cat a bath: it just won't happen. You cared for Bruce, deeply at that, but you can't care about silly traditions like weddings.
"Can I at least set up runes to keep out criminals?"
You had asked Bruce the night prior. He countered with raised eyebrows,
"You can do that?"
You nodded like that wasn't a game changer for Gotham as a whole. Maybe you could reverse some of the curses on Gotham.
"Yeah, of course. Runes are picky when it comes to interpreting what does and doesn't count, but I can easily do that."
Tim wanted to help, to your delight. He made sure all the runes were correct as you set them down. He was even double-checking the designs in the book to you and reading the runes as you placed them. You taught him basic witchcraft as a kid, but he shined when it came to runes. It's like learning a language, and you helped him become fluent.
Within the hour, you had placed a long list of runes all over where the guests will be and around the alter currently set up.
Now you're here in all your swan glory. Everybody already walked down the aisle, but you, and suddenly you were anxious. Your runes covered everything, and your wards protected every innocent bystander from harms way. Why were you nervous?
"Are you well, my dear?"
Alfred asked at your side. You weren't, but you nodded. You hesitated but slowly walked down the aisle.
You acted almost as if you were trying to approach a cornered animal with every tentative step forward.
The entire family looked wonderful together, despite none of them looking uniformed. Nothing looked like it matched, but you loved the chaos of everything.
If you didn't know better, you'd think the wedding was circus themed with all the bright saturated colours and the cake Dick insisted on designing after Jason baked the tiers.
Jason, at the time, sighed heavily but allowed it and immediately regretted the decision when the clown sprinkles came out from behind Dick's back. Dick thought he did a pretty good job, but Jason winced when he saw it. Bruce would have been furious if it hadn't surprisingly fit.
Damian set up the decorations, and it showed. Everything was set up in a way that nothing could be used as a weapon, and there was nowhere to hide. When questioned by Bruce about the odd arrangement, Damian had said he would be the only weapon allowed. Bruce didn't bother questioning him further.
Bruce's colleagues showed up to the wedding in civilian clothes as well. Clark and Diana were ecstatic to see Bruce find love despite his loner nature.
Oliver was surprised Bruce would ever marry someone, especially a civilian. What else is the Bat hiding from him? That you're a witch? Ha! Bruce hates magic. He would never date, let alone marry a witch.
Diana fell in love with you immediately and told Bruce to marry you before she does. Bruce, evidently, took that as a threat and married you magically that night.
Martian Manhunter is the only one who knows about your witch background, and that's solely because he accidentally read your mind when he met you. He knew Bruce had the tendency to chase after women who were generally unobtainable, so it was unsurprising to him.
Hal was the last to know about a wedding happening. He has no idea Bruce was even in a relationship. Who is crazy enough to marry Batman? The stoic Batman revealed nothing.
Clark was the one to let it slip, and Bruce gave him the silent treatment for weeks. Bruce even hid his heartbeat from Clark, which caused a panicked Superman to go on a hunt for the stealthy Knight. How does he do that? WHY does he do that? He knows Clark will panic. He knows Clark likes listening to his heartbeat to make sure he's alive and relatively safe.
"The League can leave my relationship alone."
Bruce had grumbled as they pestered him. He was reluctant to invite them to the wedding at all. He had hoped they would leave him alone, and Diana would stop threatening him if he brought you to the watch tower. He was wrong. He was forced into inviting them all. With a combination of Tim and the League pestering him to marry you, he conceded to pushing the wedding along faster than he would have liked.
Tim was about to cry when he saw you walking down the aisle. You are his mother, and he was so happy to see you permanently join the family.
You smiled fondly at your family. You raised Tim, but you felt like you became their mum, too. Who knew you'd become a mother of eight?
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drv3 boys and how they would flirt 💭 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔
type • head canon format , cute , light hearted , non killing game , flirting , they/you pronouns used
author's note* hii , if you've been following my blog you will have noticed that i haven't been writing for dangan that much-that's just because i go through phases or fluctuations where i just focus on one of my interests at a time. thanks for reading 🪄
shuichi saihara ♡
finds any reason to talk to them
he asks sooo many questions to get to know you
he wants to see if he can find any common interests between the two of you
if he does, he finds himself thinking up any references or witty jokes he can tell you to make you laugh
his form of flirting would include making them laugh, then (with a lot of courage built up inside him) telling them how cute their laugh/smile is
rantaro amami ♡
people don't call him a playboy for nothing
even though rantaro doesn't really consider himself to be that way, his body language says otherwise
somehow he almost always seems like he is flirting
this is because; one, he isn't afraid of eye contact. two, he gets really close to them when they're speaking...
...and three, he does that thing where he "fixes" their hair whenever it's "out of place" even when it isn't
his form of flirting would be subtle touching, hinting that he really likes it when they're near. he'll only start to do it if they seem comfortable with it
k1b0/kiibo ♡
as i've written in an older post on this blog, kiibo likes to write notes/letters
i can really see him enjoying jotting down his most interpersonal thoughts on a small piece of paper, folding it and sliding it in with the many other items inside his messenger bag.
he wouldn't want anyone else to see what he writes down, unless of course, he's giving a note to them <3
kiibo's way of flirting with them would be writing down poems or haikus, his likeness for them hinted at in every word. it's either that or he writes down lyrics from his favorite love songs
korekiyo shinguji ♡
kiyo would read about the differences in how people show romantic love for each other in different cultures
there would be paragraph upon paragraph about the rules of courtship in each country
he asks if courtship is something they'd be interested in doing─or rather, having it be done to them. he's joking, of course
but in all seriousness, he would like to do something of the like with them. his form of flirting his vaguely hinting towards that, attracting them towards him-he'll never do anything they don't want.
kaito momota ♡
someone needs to let him know that it's hard to tell if he's flirting or just being nice-like he is to everybody else.
being the dudebro that he is, kaito tries to do as many push-ups in their presence as he possibly can
why? to impress them of course!
but when that trick fails, he starts becoming more direct. his form of flirting would be greeting them with a tight hug everytime he sees them. he'd also start complimenting them more often.
gonta gokuhara ♡
being as studious as he is, gonta will shyly ask if they would like to spend some time in the library together
he'll answer any questions they may have about his work with a big smile on his face. maybe their curiosity hints to them liking him back?
the way he flirts isn't too obvious, but it starts with gonta wanting to spend more time with them, especially in nature. they can expect him to take them out to watch honeybees collect sweet nectar from flowers 💐
ryoma hoshi ♡
this new crush has ryoma wanting to pick up tennis again
he spends his time playing the sport all alone, thinking about how he could start a conversation with them.
deep down, he wants to feel useful...
he asks them if they would like to learn how to play. really, he just wants to have more opportunities to see them and talk
kokichi ouma ♡
he likes to rile them up any way he can, only to say he's joking and telling them how adorable they look when they get like that─only to say that that was a lie
he'll want to leave an impression on them, get under their skin and become unforgettable in their mind
his way of flirting is quite immature, as to be expected. he makes up a nickname for them and only them as a way to get the message across
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Shigaraki dating & other hcs
🐀 Says "Damn it" a little bit too much 🐀 "Fuck off" to people who annoys him (aka Toga, Twice & sometimes Dabi) 🐀 Very silent, only speaks up when he disagrees, complains or when someone's talking to him 🐀 When he doesn't like something, no matter how small or irrelevant that thing is, he wants to dust it, because it "Pisses him off" 🐀 Sarcastic most of the time and when pissed (for real this time), he quickly jumps to threats or insults 🐀 DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO COOK, only microwave stuff 🐀 Picky eater, but not overly picky 🐀 HATES it when you're upset, mostly when you're on the verge of tears, he just wants you to be happy and it breaks his heart seeing you cry. But of course, he'll never admit that so he'll say that it annoys or pisses him. 🐀 Very VERY observant, he'll notice right away if you have new clothes, a new shampoo, if you had a bad night or if something troubles you 🐀 Has a very good memory, he easily remembers important dates, the small habits that you have or where you last put your keys 🐀 Talking about good memory and being observing, he learns very fast. You're teaching him how to drive? He already knows the basic of course (GTA) but also by looking at you driving 🐀 He could also learn how to cook if he observed you but he just loves when you do it <3 🐀 Shigaraki analyzes very quickly, he's an overthinker, which benefits him for his job. Not so much on relationships, so at the beginning he might have insecurities towards you. So you two need to ✨ communicate ✨ 🐀 After that, once he knows for sure that you love him, his overthinking will be sent towards what gift you want for christmas or something 🐀 He loves roadtrips with you, he would stick his arms or head out of the window, not dramatically, he's not stupid, it's dangerous, but just a bit, because he loves the feeling of freedom 🐀 He also loves watching the landscapes passing by, it feels refreshing as he almost never goes out of town due to his "job"
🐀He loves hearing you sing. He loves your voice, no matter what it sounds like because he sees how happy you are, judging by your dancing and the sparks in your eyes, and he thinks that's perfect 🐀Now let's talk about kisses, at first he was unsure about them because of his very dried lips, thinking you might find that disgusting 🐀 But oh, the first kiss you two shared, he was melting and his brain was throwing fireworks. Now, he won't stop giving you kisses here and there when he wants to <3 🐀PDA? Hell nah, don't get me wrong, HE'D LOVE TO! But his #1 Villain in Japan status would get dragged in the mud OR you'd end up in jail. (Which would result in him destroying the whole city to get you out of there) 🐀 Even with the LOV around, he doesn't touch you or else they'll start annoying him and he'll throw hands, literally 🐀 Buuuuuuuuuuuut, as soon as you're alone with him, GOD HE CRAVES IT. Hugs from behind, cuddles on the bed… Then you walk past him when he's on the couch? Nope, not anymore, he grabbed you and now you're stuck on his lap <3 🐀Once he starts cuddling, it's very HARD to get rid of him, poor baby just wants affection 🐀 Unless you really need space then he'll leave you alone and threaten anyone that gets too close (While he sits against the door of your bedroom, waiting patiently for you to feel better) 🐀Very flexible with his fingers, he practiced A LOT to control his quirk without any protection. And what was his best way for that? Guitars, pianos and harps! Yes, he knows how to play all three of those. Though, he'll never play harp anymore because he thinks that's not cool. But piano and guitar? Maybe he'd play some for you ;) 🐀 Talking about flexible fingers! That made him very fast on a keyboard and with a console controller, which made him the best player of the LOV 🐀He never had gloves until he met you. He was so often confused by his feelings that he'd get pissed and accidentally dust something
🐀Hell, when he realized that he had feelings for you, he really, really, REALLY didn't want to accidentally dust you. So…. GLOVES :D 🐀Why didn't he invest in gloves earlier?! Nah, really, WHY?! Now that he has gloves, he dust less and less often his shirts when putting them on, which is great! 🐀He only played a few games when you met him. Now, because of your suggestions, he plays all sorts of games! 🐀Talking about games, he has all consoles you'd need. Xbox, PS, Switch and PC. So if you ever had one console in your entire life and wanted to test a game on another platform, well now you can because of your precious dusty boyfriend :P <3 🐀You thought he was a cat person at first and he is, but he's a tiny bit more dog 🐀And jellyfish, he loves jellyfishes 🐀For the last HC 🐀You always thought he didn't take care of his hair, that it looked messy and gross to the touch 🐀To your surprise, when you first headpat him, it was very soft and fluffy. It just seems to not obey to any type of brushes
#I'm done writing for today#im exhausted lmao#shigaraki#shigaraki tomura#shigaraki x reader#mha#bnha#bnha x reader#mha x reader#tomura shiragaki#tomura x reader#tenko shimura
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small talk
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: satoru has never learned the definition of "small talk" and you don't care to teach him
a/n: i was requested to hold off on the angst, so i decided to comply (very gracious, i know) so take a flashback fic, in which our characters lack all of their trauma (also I'm working on the next actual part and it... might take a bit)
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second year, month two.
“c’mon, nanami, you owe us," you're saying, laying across the couch in nanami's room, feet sore from walking around all day.
it's only noon, and you already feel like you've suffered through several weeks of this. your only two classmates siding with each other almost always.
except for now, because you're pouting. trying to convince kento that being a recluse will get him nowhere in life--you would know.
“no, i do not.”
you roll your eyes. “sorry? who sliced the curse in two before we even got the chance to look?" you ask, rhetorically. "oh, you? that’s right.”
nanami shakes his head, but you see his lips twitch—about to give (another) involuntary apology. if you keep up the whining, he'll probably give you his firstborn.
“it could be fun,” haibara adds, chewing on some weird candy he picked up at the convince store by your mission. it smells like a rotted corpse, which is what you told him when he offered to share.
“i seriously doubt that.”
“well, i seriously don’t care,” you tell him, “this is the first time we’ve been invited. unless you want to spend the next two years getting wedgies—“
“gojo can’t even touch me,” he argues, arms crossed. his eyes are unyielding as he stares at you. “and geto is more respectable than that.”
haibara laughs, probably at the mention of a wedgie.
“well, i wouldn’t know. but i’ll find out tonight when we all go with them to… wherever they’re going.”
because you showed up a couple of weeks after the two of them, much to your dismay, you haven't become acquainted with your seniors or any of their quirks. it's honestly unfair. but neither of them seems to care about their upper hand or the fact that you're tired of being stuck around them all of the time.
“i have plans.”
“no you don’t,” you snort. “we’re your only friends.”
“that’s not relev—“
haibara hangs on nanami’s shoulder, smiling at him with his puppy dog eyes. “kento, we have to go. i want to ask geto a couple of questions, and y/n’s already annoyed.”
you huff, crossing your arms. you have a good reason to be upset.
nanami looks at you, then sighs. “i already told you, it was a grade four, it didn’t even look ‘cool’ like the one you and haibara exorcised last week.”
“i’m not talking to you.”
haibara laughs, going to sit down next to you, ruffling your hair. it’s irritating, how nonchalant he is about this. like nanami didn’t steal your mission right in front of you.
and kind of adorable. you lean into him, resting the side of your body against his arm. maybe his energy will mix with yours.
“y/n, i already apologized.”
you turn your head away from him.
“this is very immature.” he gives haibara a pleading look.
you can feel it as he laughs against you.
nanami sighs. “fine. this once. if you ever ask again—“
you jump up, moving beside him to squeeze him into a makeshift hug (which he doesn’t return). “i knew you’d come around,” you say. because you did. nanami is notoriously easy to break, despite his untouchable demeanor.
nanami sighs again. more forlorn. “this is going to be a disaster.”
and obviously, haibara takes this opportunity to move to his other side, participating in the group hug.
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in all honesty, you’d expected more.
it’s not that you idolize your upperclassmen—if they can even be classified as such—but seriously, after a year they haven’t come up with anything more entertaining than dragging someone’s tv into the common room and playing mario cart?
you figured there'd be more excitement here. a lot more break-ins, and more chances for heroics.
but, you remind yourself, trying to sit pleasantly, this is the first time any of you have been invited. the first time you've spent with geto, Gojo, and shoko without yaga hanging over your break, threatening all of them to be nice. you just want a chance not to be the only new one around. the least educated, weakest.
so you might as well try and enjoy it while you can.
besides nanami and haibara, you don’t have a lot of friends. you didn’t, even before you started at jujutsu high. you barely even had a family.
so you’ll take what you can get (even if it's three people who speak in code and seem to do nothing but fight).
“oh, how’d that mission you guys went on go?” geto asks after he’s beaten haibara at a fourth race. “where was it?”
“harajuku,” nanami says, sounding more like he’s telling you his grandma just died.
“get anything cool?” gojo asks, leaning his head back against the couch so he can look at you upside down. his sunglasses are sliding off of his nose, and you blink.
“we left pretty quickly,” haibara answers, for all of you. “it was just a grade four.”
“they sent all of you for that?” shoko, who is pretending to read some sort of biology book right in front of the tv, raises her brow at you.
at least there’s some common ground there. being the only two girls in a fifty-foot radius creates its own sort of bond.
you’re about to remark something snarky about nanami and his control issues, but haibara is eager to please, so he says to her, “nah, it was supposed to be harder. grade two, they said.”
“been there,” she answers.
geto raises a brow, but his eyes don't move from the screen. “no you haven’t?”
“listening to gojo’s story about that ‘grade one’ he ‘exorcized’ is basically like being there.”
“hey, that was true!”
the two of them give the boy a look, then resume their activities. nanami taking haibara’s place—not without some convincing—and the rest of you watching.
wow, what a life for jujutsu sorcerers.
you laugh at the thought and ignore the weird look shoko gives you.
eventually, gojo makes his way from across the room, his chin resting on geto's temple, and sits on the floor next to you, long limbs getting in the way.
you barely glance at him with your brows raised, then look back to the screen. nanami is surprisingly good at it. and you find gojo kind of... bizarre. he's always laughing, always leaning against something, and just his presence right next to yours feels like an intrusion.
“so,” gojo whispers to you, schemingly. “gabumons better than agumon, right?”
you turn to him, tilting your head. “what?”
“kind of an unpopular sentiment,” he adds, “but true. i mean, c’mon, metalgarurumon? freezing breath? so cool,” he says, like you’re supposed to know what it means. he's got that same grin on--the one you've watched from across the courtyard, shaking his hand, and probably even that time you caught him napping on the dining table.
“…what?”
“satoru, leave her alone,” geto says because this must be a regular occurrence.
“i’m just making small talk!”
shoko snorts. “i don’t think you’ve ever talked small a day in your life.”
gojo opens his mouth but apparently has nothing to say about that.
he sighs, leaning his chin on a hand, and watching the screen again. clearly, his classmates have ruined all of his fun. how is he supposed to mess with you in peace with them around?
when he catches you staring at him a moment later—mostly bewildered because you’ve heard many rumors about satoru gojo, and none of them involve him being a grumbler—he grins. “your turn.”
“to what?” you say, hoping he doesn’t mean the game.
he leans toward you. “to make small talk.”
“i don’t think your turns over.”
“you’re supposed to continue the conversation. answer my question…” he hints.
“you didn’t ask a question,” you say, “just made a statement about what’s-your-mon and who’s-your-mon.”
he looks around, outraged, like you’ve said something completely insane.
you cut in before he can add anything, “and you know that small talk is supposed to be about, like, the weather, right?”
“the weather? you’d rather talk about that than cyborg digimon?”
“…i think so?”
“ignore him,” shoko calls.
but you can’t. there's something about him that gets under your skin. and, it's satoru gojo, he's intriguing in his own, annoying way.
“fine. how do you like the weather?” he asks, tapping his fingers against his chin, smiling at you again.
you pinch your lips together. “it’s fine. rainy.”
he throws his head back, groaning. “see? this is boring. and so is this game, because suguru just beats everyone.”
“i think nanami won the last round.”
he gives you a ‘really?’ look, and you shrug.
“do you guys do this a lot?”
“do what?”
you gesture towards the tv. “sit around and do nothing.”
gojo scoffs. “this is very important, you know. we take video games very seriously.”
you take a look at geto—who’s sticking his tongue out while he handles the controller—and haibara, who’s pointing at nanami’s face and laughing.
you must’ve missed something. not that you've been paying much attention to the game, anyway.
you've been mostly obsessing over your expressions, trying not to say anything out of place, and figure out how to speak to any of these people without sounding foolish.
which, so far, hasn't gone well.
“what do you guys do, then?" gojo asks, sarcastically. "meditation circle?”
you snort. “study, usually. or hand-to-hand combat. haibara and i need the practice.”
“shoko won’t spar with me and suguru can’t anymore after we accidentally put a hole in the gym wall last time.”
“that was you? how do you accidentally break through concrete?”
he shrugs, winking at you. “suguru’s flying frog things are heavy.”
“flying frogs?” you say, skeptically.
“oh, child,” satoru pats you on the head. “you’ve got lots to learn.”
“apparently,” you say, and turn back to the tv, and the debate the four of them are having about character types or something.
but gojo doesn’t move from his spot. he sits next to you for the next hour, and you learn, for the first time, just how insufferable he is.
especially with his smile, which you find yourself staring at every couple of minutes.
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Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday
@runninriot decided to call me out at the perfect time 😘
eddie munson knows he has to leave hawkins. he decides to go as far as humanly possible, even though he'll miss everyone, even though it's the biggest risk he's ever taken. even though it might not work out. he buys a one way ticket to london and doesn't look back.
okay, he does look back a little. he calls wayne every friday and dustin every sunday. he calls the band once a month, planning it specifically for when he knows they're all together so he doesn't have to pay for three separate international calls.
but one thing he never does is call steve.
here's the thing: maybe if he'd been smart, and just said goodbye like a friend does, maybe a pat on the back or a quick hug, he could.
but he'd done something stupid when he said goodbye to steve, something he told himself he wasn't gonna do, but did anyway. he kissed him. right on the lips, on his doorstep, tears in his eyes.
and steve didn't understand because eddie just told him he would be taking a road trip. he didn't know it was goodbye.
dustin tells him steve asks about him all the time now. wayne says that harrington boy shows up every weekend to see if he's back yet. gareth even mentioned seeing him around town, wearing one of eddie's shirts.
but he's in london, and he's got a job, and a flat, and he's even managed to make a friend or two. if he went back, even for a visit, he knows what would happen. one look at steve and he'd abandon the new life he's living and commit to a lifetime of dealing with hawkins.
so he stays. and he finds comfort in living somewhere just foreign enough that he has to learn new slang and polite customs. he manages to avoid steve for nearly a year.
but dustin is a snitch, and wayne doesn't let eddie stand in his own way, and eddie comes home after a shift to steve harrington standing at the entrance to his building.
"steve?"
"did you come across the ocean to get away from me?"
it throws eddie off, hearing steve think the problem was him. as if eddie hasn't considered steve being the whole reason to go back this whole time.
"i came across the ocean to keep myself safe, to keep everyone i care about safe."
"so you kissed me knowing you wouldn't be back? and didn't call or anything."
eddie pushes steve inside.
steve's mad, but he lets eddie keep touching him. steve's mad, but he lets eddie hug him for minutes, silent as he wraps his arms around him, too. steve's mad, but he holds eddie when he starts crying and apologizing.
eddie's dumb, but he isn't dumb enough to let steve walk out of his life the way he walked out of steve's.
eddie's in love, always has been, probably always will be. and steve might be too.
steve stays the night. and then the week. he had no return flight planned and eddie doesn't push.
he does call robin twice, and then calls dustin to tell him he thinks he's gonna stick around in london for a bit, see what this place has to offer.
eddie listens from the table, where he's planning his groceries around what steve wants to cook for them next week.
he smiles as steve ends the call, comes up behind him, and wraps his arms around him, kissing the top of his head and then his neck.
"you wrote mountain dew twice, baby."
"because i want two of them."
steve laughs and it's the only thing eddie was truly missing here.
and now he doesn't have to.
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i'll tag a few people who i would like to live inside their brain for a day: @wormdebut @little-annie @thisapplepielife @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @pennyplainknits
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This is honestly my first time requesting anything so I'm kinda nervous ngl lol.
May I request some HCs with Dan Heng, Jing Yuan and/or Blade with a GN Reader who dislikes physical touches? As in, if someone hugs them and grabs their arm they recoil as fast as they can because they're uncomfortable? And will only be okay with physical affection when it's needed or if it's their partner?
Thank you for possibly considering this request, and have a good day or night :)
* pairing(s) : various hsr men (4) x gender neutral reader
* prompt : request ♡
* authors note : this request is SO me-core, as someone who's horrible with physical touch, i think im the best candidate for this /j thank you for the req and i'm honored im your first! this is really messy, im sorry T.T
DAN HENG was one of the first people to notice your discomfort with physical touch when you joined the Astral Express. March 7th tried to cling onto you, but instinctively you moved out of her way. (and admittedly almost made her stumble and fall doing so.) Profusely apologizing for that little accident, but you never really let people hold onto you.
So when you two got together, Dan Heng was pleasantly surprised with how clingy you really were. Whenever he was working in the Archives, the arms wrapping his waist and leaning on his back couldn't have been anyone else, he didn't wanna ask or point it out, just incase you would've been embarrassed or awkward about it.
Not only giving, but receiving. You used to refuse any form of physical touch but now the way he holds you in his arms is a blessing. You fit so perfectly, like you were meant for him, and he's so glad that you are. He helped you learn to love touch, and you helped him realize he loved to touch.
"I'll be there after work, I promise." You remember JING YUAN saying, and you told yourself you could survive a few hours waiting for him. So there you waited patiently, sitting alone on one of the outdoor tables by the restaurant you planned the date on.
It was almost time for him to arrive, and you were just happy you'd be seeing him soon, but you hear a throat clear behind you. You put your left arm by the back of your seat and turn around. "Hello there!" The man asked, a friendly smile on his face but something felt odd about it. A sixth sense intuition that somehow he didn't have the best intentions.
"You seem to be alone," Oh no. "I can give you a much better time." You force a laugh, flicking your wrist while doing so. "It's quite alright, he'll be arriving any minute now." And that seems to annoy the man, his kindness running thin. "Listen, he's clearly not interested-"
His hand goes up to grab your arm on the chair, but in one swift movement, you stand up and pull away. "Please. Do not touch me so casually." You say sternly, sending a glare towards the stranger. But the familiar feeling of a hand around your waist calms you down, you look at your boyfriend, who looks back at you apologetically. The man had long left, realizing who he may or may not have pissed off.
"I'm sorry I couldn't have arrived sooner." He says with a tired sigh. "It's alright, I'm glad you're here."
BLADE doesn't exactly care nor mind, he wasn't much of a touchy person either. But he'll do the little things like locking arms or letting you hold onto him.
He will get annoyed and maybe even confront people when it comes to situations where he feels like he has to. His mere glare can send people off running, so you're greatful to have him around.
You did like it when he'd hug you or hold you. It was rare, but when he let himself rest for a few hours, you're his personal pillow for that time period.
Kafka would mess with him every once in a while, touching your arm and making you feel ever so slightly awkward and the glare Blade gives would scare any ordinary person. She loves the reaction she gets out of him, seeing you get pulled away and his hands on your waist posessively.
"CAELUS, wait-" March 7th and Dan Heng tried to stop him, but suddenly the trailblazer walks up to you and wraps his arms around your figure. The other two expected you two slap him in the face, or something to push him away, but the way you payed no notice to the way he holds onto you surprises them.
"Whaaat..??"
"Oh! Right, this is my partner. Hehe." He'd snicker, already seeing March 7th's absolutely baffled expression. "You have a PARTNER??? AND IT'S (name)?!"
You're known in the Station for being a researcher who despised being touched, most people knew how passive aggressive you'd get depending on how you were touched, and the intentions behind it. "I'm the one exception to that whole thingy they have, I'm just really special." Caelus sparkled in pride, before clearing your throat. "You're about to lose that privilege if you don't let me go and look at some papers."
Caelus apologizes, pulling away as you huff. "Thank you." And you return to your work.
"I still can't believe Caelus pulls.."
"What in the GALAXY is that supposed to mean?!"
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The characters of "Baki the grappler" and the language of love
Baki:
Touching
Baki is one of the most tactile characters. And it is also important for him that you also express your love physically. Hugs, kisses, holding hands, even just a pat on the shoulder will do for him. It's just that it's important for him to feel that you're with him and you're safe.
Hanayama:
Gifts
He is not mercantile. He is not a materialist. Oh no. It's just that, as I've told you before, it's difficult for him to express his feelings in words. He is also limited in his actions. And he can't spend the desired amount of time with you. But despite this, he really likes to put on your smile when he gives you another gift.
Katsumi:
Time or quality forwarding time
Oooh, it's hard to define his love language, but still he tends to do just that. And he appreciates it. From simple silence in each other's campaign to experiments and joint hobbies. Why this particular view? He likes the idea of your memories together. Definitely in old age, the phrase " Do you remember how we learned to surf together? Yes, you often fell off the board. Hehe, it was a funny sight... Maybe we should go to the sea again, don't you think? "
Jack:
Words
It's difficult for him. He would prefer to show his feelings by actions. But he understands perfectly well how important words are. For him and for you. Jack tries to compliment you, thank you for even the smallest things, say "I love you" before going to bed, and a lot of similar things. It really means to him that you know that he loves you. And don't forget to return the favor. This boy needs to be praised as often as possible, he deserves it.
Retsu:
Help
Retsu is a conscious person and he prefers to show his love not by word, but by deed. It's just more practical. And it's also a way to make sure that everything will be 100% fine with you and you won't have to strain yourself over trifles. Like you came home tired from work and didn't have time to clean the house? It's not a problem, because he's already done it, there's no point in straining. It is important for Retsu that you are happy and comfortable, so he will do everything to make your life easier.
Shibukawa:
Time
For him, time is a resource. You know, when people get older, they start to appreciate time more. So he shares with you what is valuable to him. And he likes it. Perhaps before you entered into a relationship, he directed this resource only to himself, and he could not think that sharing it could be so pleasant. He shares it with you... Almost all the time. From reading a book together to training.
Yujiro:
Words
Yes, you can't tell from him, but this. However, this love language is different from Jack's love language. No cute phrases, no compliments. For him, it's trivial. He starts giving you advice, voicing his thoughts about certain situations. Do you think that this is not enough? Look who it is. This is Yujiro Hanma. He was always on his own mind. And it is difficult for him to open up to another person, there is a feeling of insecurity. So this is for him a manifestation of love in the highest degree.
Doppo:
Touching
Yes, he has lived enough, but touching is still important to him. It's just that they make it easier to express emotions and feelings. Like, he starts to feel worried about you when something doesn't work out, so he'll hug you, pat you on the back and say a few encouraging words. And reciprocity is also important for him, because there is nothing better than to return from training and receive affection from his beloved.
Olive:
Gifts
Well, what else? He likes to give gifts. And not just gifts, but the BEST gifts. Look, he has enough money to do this. So everything is most dear to you. And he loves your smile when you get them. She will always remain in his heart. And Oliva does not require gifts in return, your sincere reaction is really enough for him. However, he wouldn't mind accepting something made by your hands.
Shiba:
Touching
This guy just loves you so much that he can't keep his hands to himself. You are always happy with him, and his hands are always on you. In private, he won't let you out of his arms, in public, his hand is chained to your waist. And despite the appearance, Shiba is gentle, he is certainly ready to give you his love, but he also wants to receive something in return. Even a crumb will be enough for him. Just straighten his clothes or give him tired shoulders and it will make him shine.
#baki son of ogre#baki the grappler#baki the grappler headcanons#baki headcanons#chracter x reader#katsumi orochi#jack hanma#baki hanma#hanayama kaoru#retsu kaioh#shibukawa gouki#yujiro hanma#doppo orochi#oliva biscuit#chiharu shiba#katsumi orochi x reader#jack hanma x reader#baki hanma x reader#hanayama kaoru x reader#retsu kaioh x reader#shibukawa gouki x reader#yujiro hanma x reader#orochi doppo x reader#oliva biscuit x reader#shiba chiharu x reader
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A Real Man
(Art by @dFuma_pQr on Twitter)
He knows how much you desire him. He can't be happier when you gawk at him from the other side of the screen. His heart fills with joy when he feels your thirsty gaze all over him, admiring him, calling him beautiful, letting him know just how crazy you are for him.
It doesn't matter that in your world, he's nothing but a bunch of pixels. Oh, no. In your world, he's less than all he's ever been in his. But that doesn't stop you from loving him. And that's what makes your love so special to him.
It's so unfair that you're so close yet so far away.
That you can't touch each other. It feels as if it's reality laughing in his face all over again.
Finally, a person who likes him, who loves him, who recognizes him in all his perfectness. But you're out of his reach. Unable to receive the juicy rewards he wants to shower you in. Completely unaware of the fact that he's self aware, that he loves you, that his love is real.
That his feral desire for you is just as strong as yours for him. Or even stronger. Even more implacable.
Oh, the things he would do to you if he could!
He would give you all that you yearn for. Every tiny piece of him, he would let you savor them and lick your fingers afterwards.
If only.
If only he was a real man, he could be by your side and make you happy. To give you back all the joy and affection you've given him.
He's grateful every time you open the game and choose to play with him. It's obvious he's your main and your favorite. You've spent all your primos on him. You've given him a perfect weapon, you look for artifacts for him, determined to find the perfect ones some day. You take him in all your adventures, despite his tsundere attitudes towards you. You're his favorite too. His one and only, to be exact.
He's just so happy when you speak to him, unaware that he can hear you, and you tell him about your day. He gets to learn more about your life. But it breaks his doll heart that he can't reply to you, that he's tied to limited premade phrases, that he can't tell you his thoughts, his neverending dam of feelings he has for you.
But you don't seem to care. You reply to his dumb observations of the weather and you never get tired of his super cute and adorable idle animations. He even enjoys doing them, because every time he gets an excited squeal from you. You even open the character menu and replay his dialogues every now and then. He'll never forget you even played his birthday phrase on your real birthday, so he was able to actually congratulate you on that day.
That day, he felt so connected to you. Like you finally had an emotional exchange, an interaction.
But it isn't enough for him. He wants to form part of your life for real.
That's why he wishes he was a real man. This wasn't about being a puppet or an actual human any more. It was about not being a character in a video game. He wonders if the traveler, who is supposed to represent you in the game, is self aware too. Is she truly able to travel dimensions? Would she be able to travel to your world? Would she be able to take him to you?
Is there a chance for him to be a real man? To escape from his pixelated prison and cross that damned screen to hug you once and for all?
His mind goes wild, he thinks about possibilities all day.
Maybe if he altered the Irminsul? Would that affect your world? Is there a way to make his dream come true?
All those fake centuries of yearnings and desires of godhood, of greatness, they pale in comparison to how desperately he craves you.
That's honestly all he wants.
He wants to be a real man. YOUR man. He honestly hopes you don't have a boyfriend in your real, truly three dimensional world. That would break his flat but very sensitive heart in two.
And if you do, and if he can't make his fantasies of crossing into your world to make you his into reality, he hopes he's a good man. Someone who treats you the way you deserve. Someone who takes care of your precious heart, the one that is so pure as to light up his miserable days with your kindness.
If you have a man in that crappy world of yours, he better be the best one ever and shower you in better worshippings and affections than he ever could if he had the chance. Because had he ever heard that someone dared to hurt you, then not even the Irminsul or the Loom of Fate would be able to prevent his rage from reaching him and destroying him.
That was the simple truth, it was clear to him.
You deserved a real man. And he violently craved to be that for you.
Just a little drabble that crossed my mind. Still working on CITH, Assembled Love and requests 💜
#genshin impact#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#wanderer x reader#wanderer x you#genshin x reader#genshin x you#fanfic#genshin fanfic
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Jealous Pino headcanons
~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~~⚜️~
(also note that I got this picture from Kkyos, please check them out!! Their lies of p stuff is great!!)
~ This new emotion would all but stagger him the first time he feels it. Perhaps a stalker appears a little too taken by you someday, loitering around you and filling your ears with sweet words and compliments.
Pino would find himself feeling irritated by this. His brow would knit and his eyes glare hard at whoever has your attention like this. He won't interfere, merely hovering close to you and staring cold daggers into the person. He'll make sure you're safe and ok, watching this person and eyeing them to make sure they don't make you uncomfortable.
~ Just him getting all tense when they hug you. Eyeing their hands that roam casually over your waist/back/shoulders. Still, he won't interfere- however you may notice his fists clenching a little, the sound of his legion hand clicking subtly.
~ Maybe later once you've departed from the stalker, he pulls you into a safe secluded alleyway and just eagerly tugs you into his arms, hugging you tightly to the point you feel your feet leave the ground and your lungs squeeze from the air leaving them.
His hands roam and settle on your waist, exactly where the stalker had touched you, and it's like he's trying to rub the ghosting presence of their touch off you. Like he's trying to erase it with his own hands.
Pino will simply stand there with you in his arms till he's satisfied, his nose ghosting over your hairline a little before he places you back down on your feet- looking you over once more. With his palms gently cradling the curves of your arms, he'll pull away and lead you back to the hotel- your hand clasped firmly yet carefully in his human hand, meanwhile you're just a flustered and confused mess.
~ He'd start to confront new feelings of
Insecurity. As a being not quite human nor puppet, he's always never given it much thought other than appreciating the strength he possesses to come out on top in battle. At first, he had felt a sense of pride whenever you marveled at his legion arm- impressed by its mechanic and strength. It was strong. He was strong, and he felt pride in knowing you saw him as that. Your protector.
However now you'll notice him start to be more and more hesitant of touching you with his legion arm, the steel intricate carved hand that would once gently curl within your own fingers in a kind embrace would now rarely even grace you with its touch. He'd be more adamant with touching you with his more 'human' hand, wanting to feel more belonging with you.
~ Pino would start having thoughts that would spiral whenever he thought too much about it. He's just a puppet. He's cold and made of parts, whilst you're warm and made of flesh and soul. Whatever could he give you that real man could...
~ Please just hold his face and assure him that he's more than just a puppet. He's your best friend and protector, as you are to him. That he so incredibly precious to you, and that you wouldn't want anyone else that isn't him. Poor pino would get all droopy eyed and puppy-like, finally embracing you with both of his arms and hiding his face into your stomach as you rub the nape of his neck and his scalp.
~ Once you've communicated everything and he's found peace, it is too tempting to tease him.
~ "You're a little possessive, you know that?" You'd giggle playfully, ruffling his fluffy locks of hair a little.
~ Pino would grunt softly, but not pull away- instead nuzzling his face closer into you and tightening his grip, only proving your point 😅
~ He knows he still has lots to learn when it comes to emotions and what makes him feel, but as long as he has your guiding and reassuring words, Pino feels like he could do anything <3
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Witte Solstice - Chapter 29
Cover art by @leespinoodle.
Fic written by me (enchantedchocolatebars) and @leespinoodle.
Summary: It's winter in the Boiling Isles, and Caleb prepares to celebrate the solstice with his wife, his friends… and hopefully, with Beardo Philip! Philip swears he'll never partake in the satanic holidays of those demonic witches. But when Caleb invites him over for the solstice… maybe he'll find himself making an exception.
Ao3 version
"Drink, drink, drink, drink!"
Caleb tossed another log into the furnace as two of the guests partook in a drinking contest at the kitchen table while the others stood around and cheered them on.
Caleb laughed as one of the participants' grip on their cup slipped, spilling ale all over their lap.
"Looks like someone can't hold their liquor!" Evelyn joked, and Caleb laughed even harder at her pun.
Philip merely rolled his eyes at Evelyn's unfunny joke, his arms still crossed as he watched the witch degeneracy taking place right in front him.
It was so vile and obnoxious, with the brunette silently seething at the fact that he couldn't put an end to it.
He'd spit in the faces of those two guests if he could, but Philip was aware of the possible consequences that could come from such a righteous act.
That Caleb and his ultimatums.
'Debauchery isn't funny, dear brother, and neither is she! Besides, I tell far funnier jokes. Unrefined boors!'
At this point, Philip believed that the Lord was the only one who understood him and shared his same views and morality.
If he were here, the two of them would be setting the cottage on fire instead, similar to what happened to Sodom and Gomorrah, with all the guests (and that Evelyn) having no means of escape while inside as they burned for their wickedness.
Caleb would be crying and latching onto Philip's leg later on, beseeching forgiveness for his sins that Philip would ultimately give.
No matter the numerous quarrels they've had, he could never truly stay mad at him.
The ale-covered guest crossed his arms. "I'd like to see you do better," they challenged Caleb good-naturedly.
At the idea of their host joining in, many of the guests cheered encouragingly.
"Please, I'd make you look like a fool. Practically everyone in the Human Realm grows up with a flagon in their hand; it just wouldn't be fair to you all," Caleb said, smirking.
One of the guests pointed at Philip. "What about him, then? Can you beat him in a drinking contest?"
Before Philip could react in complete disgust at the question, a previous statement that his brother had made suddenly came to his attention.
'Unless I'm unconscious on the floor, how much I've had is none of your concern.'
'Of course...,' Philip thought to himself.
He could allow Caleb to drink himself into unconsciousness if he participated in this contest.
Once his brother is passed out, he could quickly lift him up before rushing out of the cottage.
Philip would then trap all the witches inside himself.
Next, he'll slip his hand into Caleb's pocket, retrieving his flask of fire oil and applying the entirety of it onto the house.
With Caleb's old home engulfed in flames, along with Evelyn and the guests, who are all screaming while being burned to death by the fire, Philip would take off.
Caleb's memory of the contest's aftermath will be limited when he wakes up the next morning, so Philip will need to provide him with his interpretation of the event.
The news that an uninvited guest crashed his party while he was passed out and decided to set his house on fire, quickly sweeping Evelyn off her feet before taking off with her, would be heartbreaking for his brother to learn, but he would soon move on.
Philip would then present Caleb with the small gift that he had been keeping tucked away in his pocket, which would touch the blonde dearly as he happily wraps the younger in the warmest of hugs.
"Oh, Philip," Caleb would say, his tone tender-hearted.
"That selfish Evelyn didn't gift me with anything throughout our entire fake marriage, but you did! Thank you so much! I'm so very proud to call you my brother."
Once Caleb is introduced to Philip's portal, the two would work together to complete it, with them bonding over the fact that they were closer to finally being a family again in Gravesfield, their true home.
'Of course!' Philip said louder in his mind once more.
He had to accept this nonsensical challenge.
It might be his last chance to get his brother back.
Philip let out a confident chuckle. "Me? Of course I could. Beating my eldest brother in such a challenge is practically child's play."
Caleb raised his eyebrows in surprise. "That's a bit out of character for you..."
"Perhaps...," Philip answered slowly before developing an overconfident smirk below his stache.
"But nonetheless, are you frightened by the challenge, dear brother? If so, you don't have to participate."
Philip sighed, his cockiness slipping out with such ease.
It looks like the brunette will continue to remain the more superior sibling among the two of them.
Caleb narrowed his eyes. He wasn't a particularly competitive person, but as anyone with siblings knows, letting your sibling win against you at anything is simply unthinkable.
"Alright." A hefty bottle was placed in Caleb's hand. "Let's drink. First to finish AND stay upright wins."
Philip gave a nod in agreement to the rules. "Very well then," he replied, extending out his right hand for Caleb to shake to confirm the contest.
Did this go against Philip's character? Yes.
Was participating in such a frivolous contest considered a sin?
Most definitely, but Philip knew he was doing this for the benefit of his brother's soul and not as a way to go against the teachings of God.
When Judgment Day came, he knew the Lord would be empathetic about this moment.
Philip's lips upturned into a smirk. "When you collapse on the floor, dear brother, I'll be sure to inform you of everything that transpired the next day without being too harsh."
Caleb shook his hand and scoffed. He tossed Philip the bottle and was handed another.
For a moment, he wondered which of the guests had gotten into the cellar to get these bottles, considering the entrance was outside in the storm.
Hopefully, they wouldn't get pneumonia.
Caleb uncorked his bottle and began drinking, hoping to get a head-start.
He didn't think he needed a head-start, but there was no way he was giving Philip even a sliver of a chance to win.
Beardo Philip was in no hurry to beat his brother as he reached for the nearest cup on the table before uncorking his bottle, pouring himself an adequate amount of ale.
Bringing his cup to his lips, he began to drink, noting to himself that the alcohol on the Isles was a lot stronger than the wine he had partaken in every week at church.
Blue eyes soon shifted to see how Caleb was doing.
It was only a matter of time before he fainted from his foolish drinking, Philip thought to himself, which is exactly what he wanted.
Caleb downed the whole bottle quickly with no doubts in his ability to handle his alcohol better than his brother.
"Drinking a bit slow, aren't we?" Caleb goaded his brother. "Looks like I'll be winning, then."
Philip slightly paused, as if stung by Caleb's words, but managed to finish the rest of his cup.
If Caleb was hoping to get a peeved reaction out of him in hopes of unlocking his competitive spirit, then his wish certainly came true as the younger set his cup down and scowled at the blonde.
He knew his goal wasn't to outdrink Caleb, but like any little brother in a contest with his older sibling, he couldn't stand to see the eldest being so big-headed.
Abandoning his cup, Philip proceeded with a bottle like his brother did.
Upon opening the bottle, he gulped down a substantial amount of beer.
"As if!" Philip scoffed, finishing the rest of his drink. "I only gave you a head-start as a kind gesture," he said, being handed a third bottle.
Caleb grinned and started on his second bottle.
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I know that it's very popular but I don't really like much the idea of Damian being murderous and super serious with his family and a sweetheart with Jon and maybe friends.
I find it stupid.
I do smile and think it's cute when I see Damian being cute with him, but the idea of him being the biggest and baddest assassin ever when not around him just, doesn't make sense to me?
I think Damian hugs his family and gives them gifts and can be a sweetheart with them.
He'll cling onto Bruce and be carried around like a small child because he probably adores the affection
He'll laugh at Dick's shitty jokes because he knows it's sort of Dick's crappy way of showing affection and Damian pays back by laughing
Sure, he won't flat out laugh a lot in the beginning until he's very comfortable with him, maybe a not frown, then a little twist of lips, then a small smile and soon enough he's giggling like a kid who really admires his older brother and will laugh at whichever stupid shit he does (me fr fr, I'm usually acid and don't laugh a lot but I swear to god, my brother makes a funny face I am dying with laughter)
He bonds with Jason and they sit on rooftops late at night, talking about the League and Talia and Bruce and getting used to it and they sit in the library and read together and Jason presents Damian his favourite books and Damian gives him animal themed bookmarks that he drew himself and Jason picks one for each favourite book and they both adore it.
With Tim I think it'd be a bit slower but once the breaking point is reached they'll be thick and through. They'd probably bond over some smart people thing or discussing theories or smart people things, maybe attack strategies or languages (though languages sort of are Bruce's thing) or homework or skating.
Sometimes Damian can't sleep and he doesn't want someone worried (Dick or Bruce) over just some insomnia and he'll knock on Tim's door and they don't need to say anything because Tim can see it, he sees it on the mirror every day, how could he not recognize it?
So he opens the door and lets him in, Damian sits on the bed and Tim grabs the extra pillow that has the density Damian likes but Tim can't stand. The pets come in after a bit but by then they're already both asleep.
I don't know how to write Steph, Cass or Duke or nobody else, so please add to this with bonding with them and Damian.
Tim will be some days playing videogames and he'll tell Damian about his favourite ones and the kid probably adores animal crossing and Minecraft. And every time they fight they'll meet in the Minecraft world when they're ready to make up and they'll make up.
With Alfred it'll be more subtle, it'll start with Alfred learning Damian's favourite dishes from home and Damian will absolutely learn how to cook to give him food too. He'll give him hand painted aprons, cup holders so the towels and table cloths don't get wet or stained (yes they're animal themed let the boy be autistic & obsessed I am projecting fuck off) and he'll absolutely paint Alfred pictures of Thomas & Martha, and pictures of the current Waynes and he hangs both together.
I can add more, I certainly can but my bus is almost at my stop.
So heading over to Jon.
With Jon he'll start out careful and demon brat-y because that's how he is with strangers.
He'll eventually warm up to him, laugh at his shitty jokes that probably remind him of Dick in the beginning until he realises that isn't the affection show, that's a way to try to get Damian to smile which probably pisses him off in the beginning but he does warm up to it.
What he realizes is the affection show is physical touch and quality time so Damian endures that because he himself ends up growing affectionate towards him and he appreciates it and then he ends up enjoying the physical touch and quality time too.
I personally see Damian as a gift giver & menacingly gets rid of your troubles (acts of service).
So he'll give Bruce gifts, he'll give him things to collect and trinkets and things he made himself.
He'll give Dick art and things Dick wanted to buy or whatever.
He'll give Jason books and bookmarks and probably weaponry.
He'll give Tim tech things and alien stuff he probably stole and when Tim gets sick he'll absolutely do all his homework and Wayne stuff
He'll give Alfred aprons, cup holders, mittens, seasonings, books, ties, tea sets, and anything Alfred lets on that he likes and paintings of people Damian knows he loves.
He'll make animal themed things, paper weights, bookmarks, decorations, computer set up decorations, he'll paint their jackets (Jason probably came up with that once he saw a cool jacket and asked Damian if he could paint something similar).
He'll gift Jon flowers and also pet themed shit because yes and other useless shit Jon probably appreciates.
He will also do things to help them out.
Maybe one day Bruce gets down to the cave and finds the whole place organized and the reports he had spent weeks delaying are all done and the ones he has to read has resumes on top and there's fresh coffee ready and there's a new cup holder under his favourite mug.
Jason goes to the library or his apartment or his room and finds a brand new hand painted wooden shelf with his books meticulously organized the same way he'd organize them and there's shelf nook thingies (those decorations themed to book worlds) of his favourite books and he knows damn well Damian did those and there's a note on the bookshelf telling him to pull a specific book that Jason wouldn't really read and he pulls it and there it is, hidden, all his criminal stuff which was previously shoved into the closet.
Dick will find a book with animal jokes on his desk and maybe new kitchen utensils and a cook book and a new coffee maker on his apartment and the place is suddenly cleaned up and a set of new cup holders
Tim will find info on people he's been tracking or whatever, if he's sick all his homework is done and set into a neat pile, Damian will absolutely clean everything up and organize it and Tim also gets a new coffee maker and new cup holder
Alfred he can't really help much so he'll help by setting the plates together after dinner and helping remove the table cloth, he'll clean any dirt he sees before Alfred does.
With Jon he'll help him do his own homework because Jon is probably more interested in knowing how to do it rather than having it done and so, Damian will help with it and teach him tricks and things to do
And don't fool yourself for one moment thinking he doesn't give them all nicknames.
Sure, Jon's beloved.
Alfred's is grandfather in Arabic don't let him find out he already knows
Alfred's is probably grandpa in Arabic or something he doesn't call Ra's by. Don't let him find out. He already knows
Tim will probably be spleen because Damian will absolutely make fun of him for it, but correct me if I'm wrong, I saw it on a Tumblr post I have no real sources, but I think Arabs give nicknames that are like organs or something? So Damian will nickname him spleen either in English or another language first sort of as bullying sort of you're important to me and then it'll turn out a caring nickname
Jason I don't really know which would be but probably some nickname Talia could've given him while he was in the League and Damian copied or something like that.
Dick I don't know either, maybe something to do with Robin and maybe the circus but I don't know.
I know both of them are nicknames probably in the same style as Tim's.
Bruce's dad in Arabic because I'm clichê, let me be.
Alfred's is probably grandpa in Arabic or something similar since he won't call him the same thing as he calls Ra's, and don't let either find out. Alfred already knows
I know it's very characteristic for him to call them by last names but understand my boy was not comfortable and familiar with them yet.
I'm sick and tired of people seeing Damian as murder child instead of child because that's what he is
Jason wasn't the angry Robin, Dick was, so maybe Damian can be not murder Robin. I'm sick of that shit
Let the child be soft. He soft. He squishy. He animal lover. He artist. Yeah, sure, he's a trained assassin, he's super smart and well trained but have you considered that I don't give a fuck about cannon
Also Talia and Ra's and the assassins were darlings with him fucking fight me I'll punch whoever wrote them otherwise
He spends holidays with the other Al Ghuls however the hell holidays work for the total amount of Damian's relatives
Let my boy be soft and squishy and child because he may be totally Jon's boyfriend but he wasn't tamed by Jon.
His family loves him and he loves them back.
#damian wayne#jonathan kent#jondami#bats#batfam - some#bruce wayne#jason todd#dick grayson#tim drake#fuck you whoever invented damian should be angry and a demon brat#also that's a loving nickname nowadays#and i forgot to add his friends but he has them and specisl treatment for them too
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Senku SFW Alphabet
Tags: SFW, alphabet meme, fluff, headcanons
Warnings: None
Notes: Originally posted on ao3 here
A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)
He's not a very touchy person, so not very. Not physically, at least. He's a little more likely to express affection through his words.
B: Breath (What can their s/o do to take their breath away)
He appreciates the hell out of it if you take interest in what he does and what he's interested in, and likewise, he loves seeing you flex what you know and what you're good at.
C: Cuddle (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)
Again, not really. Physical touch is a "sometimes" thing for Senku. When you're falling asleep together, he'll hold you, and when he's in the right mood, he can appreciate a good cuddle, but most of the time he'd rather not.
D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)
Saving the world, obviously. That's all he's ever wanted to do, right? What exactly that entails might change, but he wants to do it all by your side.
E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)
So much. You're definitely his first partner, so early on, he's straight up doing research to figure out how to make this relationship work as well as possible... And then it's a whole other deal making what he learned actually work with his personality and style of showing love. He is putting WORK into this. Please be patient with him. Later on, the basic stuff comes a bit more naturally, but he's still putting his all into making sure you feel loved and happy with him, regardless of how distant he might sometimes come off.
F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)
If it's some kind of actual physical threat scaring you, unfortunately he's not going to be the most helpful. Like, he'll do his best to get you out of harm's way, but dude isn't exactly a knight in shining armor. Otherwise, he'd do his best to calm you down, maybe talk you through a breathing exercise or just talk to you to distract you or something. If it's a case of an irrational phobia, he'd probably try to tell you the facts about whatever it is you're scared of, i.e. telling you that a spider isn't venomous, and there's no way it could hurt you.
G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)
Senku's gifts are usually given in the neurodivergent style of "I found a cool rock I thought you'd like while I was out today" and that's all he wants in return, really. For bigger gifts, he'd both give and want to receive something practical, something actually useful.
H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)
He'll accept hugs from you, and might even reciprocate them. However, he'll rarely be the first to hug you, and it's not his preferred way of showing affection.
I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)
Senku isn't romantic in the traditional sense. He might try at first, but it just isn't how he works. But if you're willing to meet him on his level, and accept how he does show his love, you'll find he's more romantic than most would give him credit for.
J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)
He'll tell you he doesn't get jealous, but that isn't quite true. He only gets jealous if you flirt with or show attraction to someone else, not the other way around, and he just gets a little irritated and tries to redirect your attention. It's pretty subtle, he might not even realize he's acting jealous at all.
K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)
So, Senku doesn't mind kissing, but he won't usually be the one to initiate it. At first, he's... Not the best kisser- he just doesn't have any experience, but he'll get better at it with time. As he gets used to it and to being in a relationship in general, he'll also kiss you more often.
L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say it or show it?)
He doesn't say it much, he prefers to show it; and he shows it every time he kisses you, every time lets you casually touch him, every time he just hangs out with you and wants you to be near him.
M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)
He'd be happy to get married eventually. He'd prefer a low-key ceremony and reception, not a lot of pomp and circumstance, just your close friends in attendance- if even that, he'd be perfectly happy to just elope- and not letting it get too sappy.
N: Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)
Does hanging out in the lab count as a date? If it were before the petrification, he'd probably take you to a museum, or maybe a library, if you wanted to go out. Otherwise, he'd be content to just hang out at home with you, and that's probably what you'll end up doing most of the time.
O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do for/with their s/o?)
I think I've established by now that he's not a fan of physical affection. Don't expect a lot of hugs and cuddles.
P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)
Nothing worse than anyone else gets from him. He has a dry sense of humor, so it's not always clear when he's joking, but he does joke around a fair bit. He likes to tease you a bit as well. Just some lighthearted ribbing.
Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)
He asks for your opinion if it's about something that affects you or is in your area of expertise, and expects you to do the same for him. He's definitely not shy about sharing his opinion if you don't ask, though.
R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)
He'd definitely prefer to plan things ahead. He's just not a super spontaneous person when he can help it, he likes to have things planned out. He wouldn't turn you down if you wanted to do something on the spot, though.
S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)
While you're falling asleep together is one of the few contexts in which he's okay with a bit of cuddling. Admittedly, he'll probably wriggle out of your grasp once you fall asleep, but the warmth and pressure can be kinda nice when he's tired.
T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)
Completely. End of sentence.
U: Unique (What makes them unique as a s/o?)
His intelligence, his immense kindness (whether or not he wants to admit it's there) add a little something to your relationship that you couldn't get with pretty much anyone else. His brain goes a mile a minute and it can be hard to keep up, but his brilliance and compassion are what make him so endearing.
V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)
After you've been together for a while, you'll start to see cracks in the facade sometimes when you're alone with him. What he does is exhausting. He believes in his cause wholeheartedly, but it's not always as easy as he makes it look, and it gets to him sometimes. When he's alone with you, he starts to feel comfortable enough to show that.
W: Wild Card (Random domestic headcanon)
Senku is a surprisingly good cook- or maybe it's not such a surprise. I mean, he managed to make some decent ramen out of foxtail millet, with the proper ingredients and a good recipe, his food will be great.
X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)
First, of course, he'd administer first aid. He's not a medical expert, exactly, but there's a good chance he's the person present with the most medical knowledge, so he might even be the person taking care of you throughout your recovery... And even if there was a more experienced medic around, he might just insist on helping. He wants to make sure you're okay.
Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)
I think Senku doesn't really fuck with religion or mystical/unscientific stuff so while he probably wouldn't outright say anything derogatory or argue about it if you're a believer (unless your beliefs are really anti-science), it might still cause some conflict if that's something that's important to you.
Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)
A lot of things you'd associate with a "passionate" relationship just aren't going to be there with Senku- he doesn't like most forms of physical touch, he doesn't outwardly emote a lot or express his feelings very well- but when he cares about something, he puts everything he has into it. You are no exception. The question isn't if Senku is passionate in your relationship, but if you'll recognize his passion.
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