#okay weirdo. go on i'm listening

[shinelikethunder]

man, Jeremy Carver really did spend his first season and a half on SPN being a high-octane incest freak, went "no wait i can tone it down, no more than 1 filthy samdean joke per episode i prommy" up through s5, and then became showrunner and was like

"yay <3 thanks for trusting me to be normal with your show <3 so what happens next is that the brothers get proper church married and then Dean spends their wedding night nonconsensually stuffing an angel into Sam. btw this IS an act of love and eventually Sam will pay it back with an unwanted pile of human sacrifices laid at Dean's feet. <3 don't you love a happily ever after?"

[obnoxiousarcade]

I have a longing to be understood more than anything else i think

[emile-hides]

Ayo me again

I can’t recommend the game Persona 4 highly ENOUGH ig, but as someone who also loves bears and silly little Guys, I know you would dig the game and a specific character a lot.

Unfortunately it’s kinda one of those games a la DR where you can’t look up absolutely ANYTHING because everything is a spoiler and every character has an arc, but in summary it follows the player character and his ragtag friend group over the course of a year in high school, and a bunch of bizarre supernatural murders start taking place in town, and you and your friends set about solving what’s going on and working towards putting an end to it, with the help of new friends and your own supernatural powers along the way.

There’s also multiple romance routes if you decide you wanna date, and the whole game is very very good and has a lot of heartfelt moments

THIS THING'S A BEAR?????

[mintmatcha]

OMG MINT please continue bc kiri saying again … was he picking up the pieces before w reader ??

cw: Reader is a high school in this part, reader is said to not be conventionally attractive.

Kirishima remembers the first time Sero ever saw you.

He's fumbling with his key ring in the most obvious way he can, letting it swing and jingle around his fingers.

"My parent's won't be back until late tonight, so we can do whatever." Kirishima isn't one to brag, but there's still something cool about being a latchkey kid. He doesn't have Bakugo's big house or all of Denki's gaming systems, but he's got the coolest hang out spot because he has all the privacy they could ever need.

"You bozos should actually study this time-" Bakugo says, slinging his backpack across his shoulders.

Denki groans. "You're so lame-"

"Your grades are lame!"

Kirishima unlocks the door to the apartment when another door across the hall opens. He doesn't turn at first, thinking it's just Mr. Yagami leaving for the night shift-

"Eijiro-"

Kirishima turns at the sound of your voice. Catty corner from him, you're halfway out of your apartment door, still dressed in your wrinkled school uniform. The smile you flash him is timid, mostly covered up the doorframe.

"Hold on, guys."

He walks over to you with a little wave and you produce a familiar set of containers, perfectly cleaned and polished, just like always.

"Tell your mom thank you," you mumble, adjusting your glasses as you speak. Kirishima thinks it's weird that you're being so quiet today, but then your eyes flicker to the group behind him. School's hard for you, he thinks, the other kids aren't very nice to you most of the time. At least, that's what his mom says when you aren't around.

"It was really good, thank you."

"Yeah, don't mention it," Kirishima points back to his gaggle of boys. "These are my friends from school, by the way. Bakugo, Denki, and the tall one's Sero. They're all really cool."

Your face goes weird when he says Sero's name. Not sour or stressed or something he knows, just... funny. Like you've swallowed a lemon whole.

"I'm the only cool one here," Bakugo says.

"Aw, don't listen to this big grump-" Sero throws an arm around Bakugo. "We're pretty okay."

"Hi." With a little wave, you duck back inside your place and let the door close. Kirishima starts to go back to his friends, but for Sero to stop him.

"So, who was that?" Sero asks, a bit too interested for Kirishima's liking. Bakugo bumps his shoulder into the dark haired boy, then shoves his full body weight. Even when Sero stumbles, he keeps looking.

"She's cool, just super shy. My mom gives her food sometimes." He shakes the Tupperware for effect. "She lives by herself because her school's around here."

"Ask her to hang out with us," Sero says.

Denki groans again. "Why would we want some weirdo girl-?"

Sero's already slunk across the hall. Bakugo and Denki share a look and roll their eyes; last summer's growth spurt didn't only give Sero a couple extra inches of height-- it gave him too much confidence and too strong of an interest in girls. Denki could kind of relate, minus the confidence. Thankfully, Bakugo didn't seem to care about women at all.

(Kirishima was thankful for that.)

The blondes both go inside the apartment when Kirishina opens the door, but Sero has already knocked and peeled you out of your shell.

"Hey, we were just thinking-"

That funny look comes over you again- a strained, sloppy smile, own that-

It clicks in Kirishima's head the second Sero leans against the doorframe, one arm extended above his head. You think he's cute.

You think he's very cute.

Sero seems to know it, too.

"I- uh- I-" You're fumbling each word. "I have cram school-"

"Aww-" He runs a hand through his hair with a cool little smile. "What a bummer."

Kirishima's stomach twists at bit, mostly on instinct. He doesn't have strong feelings towards you or anything, but he suddenly feels a surge of protectiveness, like an older sibling watching the younger get whisked away.

You're not even cute, Kirishima thinks, not in the ways that Sero usually goes for. He usually goes for girls without glasses or braces, the types that win beauty pageants and don't have stutters-

Flirting with you just seems... cruel in comparison. It's a game he knows he can win.

[cityofmeliora]

the Terzo autism post ♾️

this is kind of an analysis post and kind of a headcanon post.

Terzo reads as autistic to me, especially during his first two concerts when he was speaking without a script and trying to figure things out.

Terzo has that "trying new things is scary and i need to feel like i'm getting a good grade at social interactions and everything has to be done correctly or i'm going to explode" flavor of autism.

[AFTER PERFORMING PRIME MOVER] PAPA EMERITUS III: How am I doing so far? I've been studying these moves so you would feel comfortable. Are you comfortable? Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

Terzo says he studied the choreography for 'Prime Mover' so the audience would feel comfortable. he's trying to do what people expect, and he keeps checking if he's doing alright and asking the audience if they like what he's doing.

[BEFORE PERFORMING ABSOLUTION] PAPA EMERITUS III: So, we're gonna finish this off with something as weird as a new song. What that delighting, or did you not like that? Yes. Good, good. Linköping, Sweden (June 3, 2015)

PAPA EMERITUS III: So, I know it might seem a little confusing –it's even a little confusing to me, sometimes– y'know, playing new songs for people who've never heard these songs. But I tell you what– we have a really good ending song that you will understand why it is an ending song when you hear it. But now it might seem a bit strange, huh? Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

Terzo feels weird about performing new music because it's new and the audience doesn't know what to expect and neither does he. he keeps trying to assure the audience that it'll be okay. but i'm pretty sure he was the only person worried about it. he was about to release a new album, so it completely made sense that he would be performing new songs. he just hates not knowing what to expect, and it doesn't occur to him that not everyone thinks like him.

and then this clip... i think it speaks for itself, but let's talk about it anyway. (i included the audio because i really want people to hear him speaking here.)

PAPA EMERITUS III: Okay! We are now officially wrapping– with a song. It's not a rap song, though. [STUTTERS FOR SEVERAL SECONDS] I've heard from my brother that you are somewhat of a singing crowd. So you like singing, eh? That is fantastic because that is exactly what we're gonna do right now, and if you had said no, that would have been… weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

like where do i even start with this. him thinking he needs to clarify he's not going to be rapping. the stuttering. the fact that he listens to what Secondo tells him so he knows what to expect. him saying "[...] if you had said no, that would have been... weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is."

he feels like a weirdo and he just wants things to be normal so bad. 😭

he also gets really irritated when people are incorrect / do things incorrectly. he has the literal / rigid thinking patterns characteristic of autistic people

PAPA EMERITUS III: Well, it's getting late. AUDIENCE: NOOO! PAPA EMERITUS III: Yes! It's not a matter of opinion. It is getting late. Sweden Rock Festival - Solvesborg, Sweden (June 4, 2015)

he tells the audience it is objectively true that it is getting late.

then there's the whole bit where he wants people to clap along to the music but he hates it if people clap wrong or don't clap with the correct rhythm.

and the bit where he asks the audience to say "Meliora" and emphasizes the correct pronunciation versus the incorrect pronunciation.

Terzo strikes me as someone who is constantly trying to perform a very intentionally constructed social personality, not only as an entertainer but as a person. and while he's naturally charismatic and charming, it's actually quite difficult for him to perform this public personality because he's constantly concerned with getting a good grade in social interactions and things being done correctly.

and there are all the quotes about Terzo being a recluse who only interacts with others as much as is strictly necessary. this is definitely clinical depression, but i think his autism is also a factor.

he got comfortable once he settled into a routine and created a script that he could repeat, though. after that, he was really on autopilot during his concerts. which is also so so autistic of him <3

[whenlilyfallsinlove]

jolene part 2

(aka remus having a fat crush on you) (basically part 1 from remus's perspective)

part 1

james potter x reader -> remus lupin x reader

@mishi-with-jazz you requested this, hope everyone enjoys :)

remus lupin prided himself on being smart. sure, he wouldn't go round bragging about it, but he knew he was clever. he was a good student, always achieving Os, and constantly top of the class (alongside lily). although recently, he didn't feel smart at all. that's because he had made a mistake. a big one. he had a massive crush on you. his best friend's girlfriend.

he hated himself for it. what kind of friend does that? but he couldn't help it. and anyway he had liked you first! way before james did, ever since third year. he felt selfish, thinking that, but it was the truth. james claimed he had liked you for ages, but remus knew that was nothing compared to the length of time he himself harboured feelings for you.

"hello darling." remus was broke from his thoughts by james' voice, and saw you had sat down next to james, across from him. across from him!!

you were beautiful, he couldn't help thinking when he saw you cheekily poked your tongue out at sirius. you had always been kind to him, ever since you sat next to each other in your very first year. potions, if he remembered correctly.

in fact, you even knew about his "furry little problem" as your boyfriend liked to call it. you found out in fourth year, and you were nothing but helpful to him. you promised not to tell anyone and hadn't treated him any differently. he was eternally grateful.

remus had not noticed he'd been gazing at you till you gave him a smile causing his cheeks to warm up and smile back, quickly looking away. he'd been caught staring. that was embarrassing. what if you thought he was a weirdo? what if james had noticed and forbid him from speaking to you? even worse.. what if james stopped being friends with him for fancying his girlfriend?

his panics stopped when he saw lily evans approach the table. he listened to you talk to her, thanking her, and then he noticed james' face. long before you had. before sirius aand peter had. he was blushing. was he serious? james was one of his best friends, don't get him wrong, but he had a girlfriend. it made it worse his girlfriend was you.

remus bit down on his marmalade toast, hard. he was angry for you.

"james are you okay?" he heard you ask curiously, causing him to feel a pang of sympathy for you.

he heard james brush you off, and suddenly it was like nothing had even happened. everyone seemed to have moved on. remus wasn't even sure that padfoot and wormtail had even noticed james' reaction to seeing lily.

he knew you had, though. you were quieter than usual. you looked.. sad.

he shot you a comforting smile, which you returned weakly.

at least you're smiling, even if it was forced.

sometime passed until you spoke up again

"i need to go to the library, does anyone want to come with?" you asked, looking hopefully at james.

"sorry love, got quidditch practice in ten minutes." james said with a sympathetic smile.

"it's fine." remus heard you mutter, you sounded a bit dejected.

"i'll go. i need to anyway, i need a book for the history of magic homework." remus surprised himself, not even processing what he had actually just said.

"thanks remus." you smile softly, and he follows you out of the hall.

you both walk in silence to the library, until remus decides to speak up.

"are you okay?" he asks, looking at your face.

"i'm fine, thanks though.." you said unconvincingly.

"are you sure? you look upset." he responds, giving you a worried smile.

"it's just... james. he's confusing." you sigh.

remus heart stopped. a small part of him hoped you'd tell him that you were planning to break up with james. he knew that was unlikely.

he gives you a nod to continue speaking and you smile in return.

"sometimes i think he still likes lily." you say, avoiding eye contact.

as much as remus wanted to tell you yes!! yes james still likes lily, but here i am and i like you a lot!! he knew he couldn't.

"don't be silly y/n." remus chuckles "james likes you, not lily. she's old news." he gives you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"really?" you look at remus with such hopefulness, it made him hope what he was saying was true.

"really." he confirms. "james is crazy about you."

you smile at him, looking reassured.

"thanks remus." you say. "you're a great friend."

remus felt himself tense. friend. but of course that's all he was.. you had a boyfriend for godric's sake. he decided, however, he would like being your friend if it made you smile.

"it's no problem, really." he smiles at you and you carry on your journey to the library.

since that talk, you immediately felt closer to remus. you talked more and you both considered each other best friends.

weeks later, you were brought together again.

"you don't usually go to parties, do you remus?" you ask remus, who was holding up a drunk james.

gryffindor had just had a party to celebrate their quidditch win against slytherin and james, being captain of course, was drunk out of his mind.

he was touched you had noticed he didn't usually attend the parties. you were right. he didn't. but james and sirius were on the quidditch team, and he wanted to celebrate their win with them.

"n-no i don't, just wanted to support my friends." he decides to respond, and he knows what he said was apparently correct judging by the smile on you face.

he watched you talk to james comfortingly. merlin he wished you spoke to him like that. you were one of the nicest people he knew.

he zoned out a second but then sees your face, which instantly snaps him out of his daze.

"i'm not lily." he saw you grit your teeth. "would you rather have her take care of you?"

noticing your hurt words, he's quick to comfort you.

"don't worry y/n, he's drunk, he doesn't know any better." he tries to reassure you.

you nod back, but then collapse on a chair.

you looked sad. devastated. remus wanted nothing more to cheer you up.

"look.. y/n, i'll take him up to bed. do you want me to come back down so you can talk.. or do you want some space?" he asks.

"talk." you notice your abruptness and you feel your cheeks warm. "that'd be nice." you add on the end.

remus smiles at you and takes james up to their dorm, where sirius is left to deal with him.

"why's he such a lightweight?" sirius chuckles.

"i know. weakling." remus snorts. "he's fucked up though."

"he has?" sirius responds, with some surprise.

"yeah he's upset y/n." remus responds, frowning.

"prick." sirius rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to james.

"i'll be back.. soon." remus leaves his dorm, and goes back to where you're sat trying to regain yourself.

"hey.." you mutter when you see him, and he takes the seat next to you.

"talk to me." he smiles, sympathetically.

"it's james. again. you heard him. he's always thinking about lily! i'm his girlfriend, not her." a tear rolls down your face.

"oh y/n, don't cry." remus reaches out and brushes the tear away.

"sorry.. i'm pathetic. i just don't know what to do." you groan.

"look.. do you want my honest advice." remus scans your face.

you nod.

"talk to him about it tomorrow, if he doesn't take accountability for it. dump him. and i'm saying that as one of his best friends."

remus feels your gaze on him and feels his cheeks warm.

"oh remus." you lay your head on his shoulder, causing him to freeze up. he knew you weren't drunk but you were still a little tipsy.

he lets you lay there, you look tired.

"i wish james was more like you..." you mutter, drifting off.

remus's breath hitched. although this wasn't reliable at all (you weren't sober), this was progress.

looking at you with a small smile, he just couldn't help but love you.

[yan-randomfandom]

Yandere!Stanford Pines & Borrower!GN!Reader

[PLATONIC] Borrowers are really tiny humans who "borrow" items and food! requested,,, am so sorry if this isn't what u expected 😔

Ford's toothbrush is missing.

In fact, many of his things have gone missing for the past few days. Did Bill possess his body again and decide to prank him?

His eyes catch color behind the toilet. Ah, there's his toothbrush. It must have fallen off.

When he picked it up, it was much heavier than usual. Of course, anything else could've been a reasonable explanation and not some tiny human holding onto the toothbrush for their dear life.

Ford doesn't let you escape, immediately bringing you to his office. You spit out profanities on the way, banging your fists on his fingers.

"Fascinating," he mutters, moving your limbs around. "You're just a tiny human."

"They call us borrowers," you say as you keep avoiding his hands. You notice something. "You have six fingers. Did giants always have that? Never noticed."

He suddenly feels smaller than you. "Not usually."

Ford learned that you actually lived under his floorboards. He had to compromise with you so that you would stop stealing his stuff.

"Roommates?" you tilt your head. "As long as you don't kill me, I guess. And I said I was going to return it!"

He doesn't believe you. He hums, scratching his chin. "Your species must have been hit by the light of height-altering crystals. I'm guessing the way your people survive is by stealing from others."

"Borrowing."

He gave you all sorts of delicious food. Well, they're mostly store-bought, but it's better than anything you've gotten before.

Not to mention his stuff. He had way more than what you were expecting. All the more to decorate your house and expand your collections! He's generous; you'll give him that...

There's something you can't shake off though. Ford's a weirdo if anything.

Bill Cipher knows about you. But he doesn't really care because you're just like any other creature that Ford has gotten. He'll only intervene if you manage to distract Ford from the portal.

So it's a good thing you're doing the opposite. You're actually helping in your own little ways, such as bringing him pen and paper.

Sitting on Ford's shoulder, you keep yapping about rats eating your house. He doesn't mind the noise, albeit he's not really listening, but it's so much better than silence.

He has fallen asleep. You grab the blanket from a nearby table and drape it over his body the best you can. This man does more work than your entire lifespan; it's so concerning.

"You don't want to try becoming a full-sized human? Why not?" Ford asks sincerely, almost concerned. You becoming not tiny is what you were supposed to be.

"Me? Turning into your size?" you make a disturbed face, "no thanks. I feel like my life would be more complicated. You're taking care of me, and that's enough."

He smiles. "Interesting."

Once again, you find him asleep on the desk. You search for a good spot next to his arm and curl up to his warmth, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

...You wake up to relentless movement. Looking up, you meet Ford's crazed, hectic eyes.

"You," he exhales, his voice sounding different. "Not here to steal my eyes, are you?"

Without warning, he grabs your body. You tremble. "Bill didn't tell you to, right? You're the perfect size to scoop out someone's eye..."

"Ford—" A bright flashlight shines on your eyes.

He forces one eye open. A few seconds pass. "You're, ah, clear. I'm so sorry."

The human finally lets you go. "What the hell was that?! Are you okay??"

"There's something dangerous here," he winces as he goes around the room, locking all possible entrances. "We have to stop everything we've ever worked for! What I worked for!"

He walks over to you, a smile curling on his lips. "Don't worry. I'll protect you, little borrower. Won't let him lay a single finger on you."

Before you could even blink, you're pushed inside something. You quickly run to the front, holding the bars that kept you away from escaping. "Wait, let me go! You're being crazy!"

"I know this seems bad, but it's only temporary," he replies, locking your cage. "Not until I finish the protection around the house. I'll have to call Stan..."

yes he has cages.... he caged shmebulock 😭

gotta thank @shabbyshoebox for this treasure (tell me if u wanna be untagged!)

[ghostofhyuck]

NCT Dream as when you fangirl over other kpop groups.

Mark Lee

He'll be glad to have his seniors sign your albums. It's fun to see that you fangirl over EXO and sometimes he would even join you too. But sometimes it concerns him because you're in the member's solo concerts, you constantly talk about them 24/7, and you even have a photocard collection of your bias. "I'm still your number one right?" Mark asked one day, and you have to assure him that you have boundaries as a fangirl. 

Huang Renjun

Renjun doesn't question why you like Seventeen. I mean, they're an all-rounder group. He often joins you in watching Going Seventeen, and it's fun to see your reaction when you discovered that he's close with some of the members. Renjun's very supportive of your fangirling and even gifted you an album with all the SVT members signed it. "Of course, anything for you love." he said, giving you a kiss. 

Lee Jeno

Jeno will wonder what's the hype about Riize when he caught you watching their music videos. Listen, their his juniors but he's a bit protective of you, even to his members. You assure him that you just like their music but when he caught you squealing over a photo of a Riize member, oh he'll be very clingy to you. "I should warn them that they should stay away from my girlfriend." You have to lecture your boyfriend to not scare his juniors. 

Lee Donghyuck

It'll confuse the hell out of him when you randomly asked if he can ask Ateez to sign your album. He's not even close with any Ateez members, and why! are! you! fangirling! over! other! kpop! groups!? but because you're practically giving him a puppy eye, he doesn't have the conscience to say no to you. "You're glad that I can't say no to you," he said. Don't worry, the moment he gave you the signed album, you showered him with love and kisses. 

Na Jaemin

Jaemin was a bit hesitant. Sure they're his seniors, but Jaemin just doesn't know how to approach Red Velvet without looking like a weirdo. But for his girlfriend, he will do anything! You've been a fan of Red Velvet since their debut, so it's meaningful for you to receive a signed album from them. The Velvet members squealed at how a sweet boyfriend Jaemin was, gladly accepting his request. "Anything to make her happy," Jaemin replies with a smile. 

Zhong Chenle

"You want to what?" Your boyfriend asked, confused. You've been a fan of Stray Kids lately, and then you remembered that Chenle is close with them. You ask your boyfriend if they can sign a merchandise that you bought. "Okay, do you want to meet one of the members too?" he asked, fishing out his phone. Of course, he'll be supportive and will be happy to see his close friends meet the love of his life. 

Park Jisung

He'll be in RELIEF that you're a fangirl of Aespa but he'll start sweating when you asked him if he can have the members signed an album you bought. He's awkward around girls and the only girl he feels comfortable around is you, so this is a huge challenge for him. But because he can't say no to you, he has to muster up the courage to approach Aespa even with a blushing ears. "It's for my girlfriend by the way..." he mumbled, looking away embarrassed. 

[sweet-evie]

Listen listen! 😭

Husband!Gojo hitting on a shy S/O in public FOR FUN.

He's so fucking embarrassing, but endearing at the same time.

He's opening doors for them and Husband!Gojo just keeps complimenting them on how good they look.

Walking with him in public, and Husband!Gojo just hits them with a flirty whistle or cat calls them when they're off doing something, like picking out stuff to buy or window shopping.

Husband!Gojo has the most outrageous, borderline explicit, innuendos and pick-up lines that he says LOUDLY.

Honks at them when he's in the car, like, "Hey sexy, I'm going to park the car!"

Walking through the mall and randomly he's like, "You're so hot. You're the hottest thing. Look at you! Just look at you, damn."

Calling out to his S/O when they meet up after shopping separately like, "Hey, sexy. You're looking fine!"

Standing in line at a pastry shop or café and he's telling them, "All these cakes, and I only see two that I really want," while staring at his S/O's behind over the rims of his dark sunglasses.

They're at the groceries in the produce section with other shoppers, and Husband!Gojo is like, "If you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber."

Hitting on them while they're shopping for clothes at a department store, and he comes up to them with his own cart, pretending to be a stranger going, "You know what you'd look beautiful in? My arms."

His flirting gets so out of hand that one time, a random person noticed and actually asked the S/O if they're okay and if 'this white-haired weirdo' is making them uncomfortable. And Husband!Gojo is just there with the cockiest grin spread across his face, trying not to burst out laughing.

Embarrassed thoroughly, but also feeling really giddy from Husband!Gojo's blatant show of affection, S/O tells the stranger, "Thank you... It's okay. My husband is just loud."

Strangers who hear Husband!Gojo's verbal PDA either give side-eye or notice the flashy diamond ring on S/O's fourth finger, and the thick matching platinum band, studded with smaller diamonds on Gojo's finger, and they move on.

Because the dork who keeps hitting on this attractive person is actually married.

[teencopandthesourwolf]

“Please.”

Stiles stands there chewing on his pretty crimson lips, pleading.

Derek isn't fully clued in yet but honestly, the kid is kind of vaguely breaking his heart.

“Please, Derek. I'm really sorry about this but please just—just don't say anything, okay? And just—let me?”

Stiles had texted Derek earlier, at 3.17am, presumably just before he’d set off from his house to drive his jeep to the loft.

Derek had been lying awake in bed, unable to sleep.

His messages had read:

> dude, i rlly need to come over. that ok?

And:

> ill let myself in if thats cool?

And after a few moments, in quick succession one after the other and before Derek had a chance to respond:

> and i rlly need u to just like. not get out of bed. presuming yr already in bed

> all shall be revealed

> lol i don't know why i put that

> and obvs tell me if any of this is not ok... ok?

> as if you wouldn't lol

> #sourwolf

> and yeah i know im being a weirdo but thats why you like me

And then, a few seconds later:

> right?

Derek had stared at the flurry of messages for a minute or so, then texted back:

Okay, weirdo <

About ten minutes later, Stiles had let himself into the building. Derek listened to the kid muttering away to himself as he rode the old service elevator—except it wasn't really himself he was talking to.

“God, I hope I'm not wrong about this. Like, I think that we're close enough now? For this not to be weird? I mean, at least I hope that's true. I'm just so fucking tired, man, I've got to get me some sleep. Anyways, just—don't get up out of bed, okay? Or, like, can you get into bed if you're not already? Sorry, I know I texted you this already, I just really need you to trust me here.

A pause.

“ You do know you can trust me—right, big guy?”

Derek's trust of Stiles was implicit.

When the steel door had unlocked and slid open Derek smelled fresh, mostly unscented shower gel over the base notes of Stiles's own cinnamon scent mixed with the very definite chemo-signals that indicated fear, restlessness, apprehension, and also the strongest of them all: Hope.

“...let me?”

Here and now, Derek still doesn't know what the kid needs.

Let him what?

Derek doesn't have any more time to wonder about it though because Stiles is taking off his sneakers and pants and is slowly—very slowly, as if giving Derek the chance to protest—climbing into bed next to him.

Stiles is now in Derek's loft in the small hours, in Derek's bed and fully under Derek's covers, with Derek wearing only his grey tank and black boxer-briefs and a probably terrified look on his face.

Derek silently thanks the universe for the cover of night.

“Like, you should obviously say something if this is completely heinous or whatever, but otherwise just—let me do this?”

All Derek can think is shit, he's freezing... while going into some sort of dumbstruck shock because Stiles is now wrapping his entire sinewy, beautiful body around the entirety of Derek's.

“This okay?” Stiles asks, the air around them spiking with the smell of his anxiety as he Big-Spoons Derek like some human-shaped octopus, skinny but strong limbs astonishingly everywhere.

And he sounds so unsure, and so small, and Derek can't bear it.

Not giving the stoic part of his brain any opportunity to talk him out of doing this, he clumsily takes ahold of Stiles's wrist from where the kid had draped one of his long arms around Derek's midriff and hangs on as firmly but as gently as he can, manoeuvring them both around in the bed so that Stiles is now the Little Spoon.

“This okay?” he asks gingerly, mirroring Stiles because his own words are failing him.

Stiles says, “Yeah. Even better,” and his anxiety is melting away into something much more pleasing, something that smells like relief.

Derek breathes out the word, “Good,” and feels a little dizzy and a lot amazed and kind of like his heart is beating wildly in his throat.

The only reason he knows it isn't is because Stiles says, “I can feel your heart thumping away in your chest, man. But I, uh, I don't have wolfy senses like you, so… I can't tell if it's good thumping or bad thumping.”

Then he promptly stops breathing—and Derek thinks of baited breath and The Merchant of Venice, and feels a little hysterical. 

He's having to resist the desperate, learnt urge to run away from this.

Mentally shaking himself, he thinks: After so many years fighting monsters together, maybe we can team up against this one, too?

He gives himself a moment to ride out the panic, then screws his eyes shut and—praying to nobody in particular that he doesn't fuck this up—whispers, “Good thumping,” into the shell of Stiles's ear. 

Stiles shivers and exhales, breathing normally again now, but he doesn't say anything else. For once, he doesn't need to; he just needs to sleep.

As the kid settles into Derek's bed and Derek's embrace, and hopefully Derek's life, he smells like a mix of serene and content and promise—and also wonderfully of Derek, now.

Derek is a strange combination of relaxed and freaking the fuckout because that's just the way he's made. His brain won't stop whirring at a speed of a million miles an hour as he lies deathly calm and worrys about everything and nothing all at once.

Before he can bite into his lip to not make an idiot of himself, he's blurting out, “Cora says I sometimes dream-talk about Cajun Gumbo recipes.”

Stiles's only sighs then hums quietly, his breathing having already evened out to the point of almost-sleep.

Just when Derek thinks he's not going to get any sort of real answer, Stiles mumbles, “Okay, weirdo,” on an exhale, and then he's gone, drifting off to somewhere close to unconsciousness.

Derek settles then, and smiles into the nighttime thinking that maybe, finally, he might get a good night's sleep, too.

.

for @shealynn88, the bestest of friends. i love you and miss you always... <3 (unedited btw—forgive me!)

[trensu]

It's Will that gives him the idea.

"we don't really celebrate father's day anymore," he had said awkwardly, "but I can't hang out anyway."

"why not?" Dustin demanded. He was gonna end up bored and alone because he didn't celebrate the holiday and everyone else had plans. he had been counting on Will to keep him company.

"I'm gonna get Jonathan a new record and I want to listen to it with him," he said.

"can't he get his own records? C'mon, we could go to the arcade or something."

"no, Dustin," his tone took on a stubborn edge that made Dustin pause. "He's my brother and I love him, and he's the only guy besides Bob who's ever even tried to look out for me. So I'm sorry but I'm gonna be busy on Sunday."

Dustin didn't argue after that but it did get him thinking which is why on Sunday morning he biked all the way over to Loch Nora and started banging on Steve's door.

"what do you want, Henderson?" Steve sighed the most dramatic put upon sigh Dustin had ever heard.

"you're not my dad--"

"wow you really are genius!"

"shut up, shut up, listen to me!"

"okay, geez, I'm listening."

"you're not my dad and I don't want you to be my dad. I don't even really want a dad! Lots of dads aren't even that great and my mom already has the single parent thing down. But you taught me how to do my hair and how to talk to girls - even though that advice sucked, I didn't need it to get Suzie at all - and you're gonna teach me how to drive--"

"woah, hey, no I never said I'd do that, wh--"

"--and you've saved my life but I think we're even because I've saved your life too."

"Henderson don't you have anything better to do than harass me in my own home?" Steve said. he was using that exasperated tone he got when he knew he wasn't keeping up with what was going on but didn't want to admit it.

"actually no I don't but I'm here for a reason," he reached into his backpack and took out the gift he clumsily wrapped with scraps of brown paper bags. He shoved it into Steve's hands. "You're basically the only adult male figure in my life. And I appreciate you."

Steve squinted at the gift and then at Dustin and at the gift again before he said fussily "is this a prank? If something gross explodes from this, I swear to god, I'll--"

"Just open it, Steve!"

"Fine, fine, keep your shirt on," Steve said and tore off the paper. He blinked and in a softer tone said, "Oh."

"I don't know if you even like making models but I know you love cars and this kit looked just like yours, so yeah."

Steve stared at the kit some more. Dustin started to fidget. It was always better to be honest with your feelings but maybe this was too much for Steve. Maybe Steve didn't like him as much as Dustin did. Steve was not as enlightened about these things as Dustin.

"I've never made a model before."

Dustin hunched his shoulders and tried not to feel stupid or hurt. He should have expected this. They weren't even related. This was probably too weird. He reached out to take the gift back.

"it's fine, I can return it, whatever."

Steve raised the kit out of Dustin's reach.

"Hey, this is mine," he said.

"you don't even like it!"

"I never said that! I'm just gonna need a dweeby little nerd to help me build it. You know anybody like that?" Steve asked, batting his eyes innocently.

"you're such a dick," Dustin grumbled, fighting back a grin.

"watch your language!"

"shut up, you're not my dad."

Steve laughed as Dustin shoved his way into the house. Hours later, after much shouting and ribbing and one incident of spilled paint, a small model of the beemer was left to dry while Steve forced Dustin to watch the baseball game on TV with him. It wasn't the worst thing ever, and after Steve mentioned the statistics involved, it got way more interesting ("of course you'd like the math part, you weirdo" "you don't understand the stats do you" "shut up and watch the game, Henderson"). When the paint was dry, Dustin followed Steve upstairs and watched him carefully and deliberately place the model between a couple of sports trophies.

"yeah, I guess it looks pretty cool," Steve said with exaggerated nonchalance. "Now beat it, kid. your mom's gonna freak if you're not home when she gets back from work."

"can you give me a ride?"

"ugh, fine."

Dustin grinned. This had been, hands down, the best father's day ever. From the look on Steve's face when he placed the model, Dustin was pretty sure he agreed.

[space-cowgirllll]

Wildflower

a/n- I'm super sick and might have written this in a NyQuil induced haze lol but I've been obsessed with this song lately and I just couldn't help myself and then these pictures pop up on my Pinterest??? I had to.

Reader is not a girls girl in this I'm sorryyyy.

You're already awake when she starts to stir, laying on your side staring out the small window across from the bed. The pretty blue and pink pastels of the sky are in the early stages of transitioning into a vibrant orange as the sun starts to rise.

This used to be your favorite time of the day. Listening to her breathing mixed with the birds chirping through the small crack in the window. Happy to wake up to her legs intertwined with yours, the warmth radiating from her body against your back. Now? The once comforting feeling of her breath at the nape of your neck sent chills down your spine, her tattooed arm felt like a hundred pound weight around your waist.

A gentle kiss is placed on the back of your head, followed by a mumbled good morning. The old bed creaks as she shuffles to the edge. Your body follows her movements, rolling over to face her. Her short hair is sticking straight up in certain spots from how much she'd tossed and turned all night. She was overdue for a haircut. You watch as she sits there, shoulders slumped and staring at the wall lost in thought. There are dark circles underneath her eyes. It was getting harder to pretend you didn't notice. 

"Are you hungry?" You whisper.

She shakes her head as if she just remembered you were still there and you frown. She hadn't had dinner last night either. "We have to go see Tommy today." 

Ellie gives you a small smile, her fingers run down the bare skin of your arm. You tense when she leans down. Lips just a hair's breadth away from yours when you turn your head to the side, hands pushing against her chest. She huffs when she's met the skin of your cheek instead.

"At least let me brush my teeth first Els." you giggle halfheartedly when she rolls her eyes. Her lips curve up in a grin.

"Okay, weirdo." she moves to press a quick kiss to your hairline instead, giving your hip a small squeeze.

"I'm going to go get Shimmer ready." She speaks into your hair. "I'll meet you at the gate?"

You nod silently, watching her slip out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. The smile slips off your face the second you hear the sound of water running. 

--

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, eyes focused on the table in front of you. Your hands fidget with the frayed edges of the napkin. To your left, Maira chatters with a couple of the older women in Jackson. You'd been laughing as they shared stories about their lives before when you hear it. A knot in your stomach forms at the sound of her voice, tightening as she gets closer. Your hands clench into fists on your lap. A hand on your arm makes you jump, your knee bumping against the edge of the table. Maria watches you with a knowing look on her face. 

You give her what you think is reassuring smile, but judging by the frown on her face, she's not convinced. You chew on the inside of your cheek wishing you'd been able to stay back at the farm. In your peripheral you check on Ellie. She's hunched over what seems to be a map, while Tommy points to different areas on it. He talking excitedly about something, the determination on his face scares you. 

The last time you were all in the same room together you'd been standing in the sidelines having a drink with Jesse. You happily watching your best friend dance with Ellie, while he avoided looking Dina's way. 

Today, the seat next to hers is empty and the three of you avoid each other as best as you can in a town with a population of three hundred people. 

The ten month old in Dina's arms wiggles around as his chubby hands bang on the table. Little babbles reach your ears over the hum of conversations around you. You chance a quick look at him. It's bittersweet to see so much of your friend in JJ's sweet face. There's a dull pang in your chest, knowing Jesse deserved to be here, watching his son grow. God, you could use a stupid joke or two of his right about now. He'd never let you and Ellie live this down. 

Your eyes involuntarily move to Dina. She's deep in conversation with Jesse's mother. It had been months since you've seen her, and even longer since you'd spoken. You were too ashamed to ask anyone how she was doing knowing it would immediately get back to her. Your closest friend had become a stranger and it was all your fault. But what could you say? Sorry I got involved with your ex girlfriend five months after you broke up, let's still be friends? She'd probably punch you in the face. She had done it for less.

You press your lips together, fighting the bout of nausea that crawls up your throat. Your chair scrapes loudly across the floor, but you don't even care at the looks it earns you. With a rushed goodbye to the women, you book it outside. The humid air does little to help your already clammy skin, your tank top sticking to your back in the most uncomfortable way. 

The doors of the dining hall burst open just a moment later, startling you. Ellie storms out followed by an equally angry Tommy. His lips pulled down in a scowl. She doesn't even seem to notice you're there, striding right past you.

"What the fuck, Tommy?" You whisper shout at the older man, making no move to stop in fear of Ellie getting too far ahead. He just grumbles an apology, a fleeting look of regret on his face as he heads back inside.

Your feet slip slightly as you pick up the pace, the ground still muddy from an unexpected storm the day before. Ellie doesn't even seem fazed by it as she powers through to the stables. She has the decency to look embarrassed when she sees you following, and you try to ignore how much it hurts to know she'd completely forgotten you were there. 

The silence leaves you alone with your thoughts longer than should be allowed. You spend the whole time thinking so hard it feels like your head is going to pop. Remembering how upset Dina had been after the breakup, unable to deal with all the stress of dealing with a grieving partner while navigating the loss of her child's father shortly after finding out she was pregnant. The late nights where you held her as she cried. When no one had heard from Ellie for weeks, you made the trip up to the small farm she and Dina shared for those first short weeks of their return from Seattle. You found her sitting on the porch looking worse for wear. Her attempts to kick you out were futile. It started off innocently at first, you heading over to help her clean or look after the couple of sheep she kept around. Making sure she at least tried some of the food you'd bring over. Ellie was happy to let you do most of the talking, giving her the rundown on whatever the rumor mill was churning that week. 

It had taken months before the Ellie you knew slowly started making an appearance. Her art slowly appearing around the house, the strumming of her guitar becoming background noise while you prepared dinner. The first time she cracked one of her lame jokes you'd stared at her like she'd grown another head. 

Before you knew it you were practically living at the farm and one day when Ellie asked you to just stay, you listened. The look of betrayal on Dina's face as you moved what little you owned out of your house haunted you some nights.

It had been easy to ignore it in the beginning, the guilt overshadowed by the attention Ellie gave you. These days you can't shake the thought that maybe she'd kept you around because she was scared of being alone.

You reluctantly tighten your grip on Ellie, watching the profile of her face as she leads the horse onto the trail that goes back to the farm. She looks back at you, lowering one of her hands to squeeze yours resting on her waist. Try as you might, you had never been the best at consoling the girl in front of you.

As you look back over your shoulder, you contemplate how stupid you'd look if you came back to Jackson alone with your tail tucked between your legs. 

--

"Ellie! Sit still." 

"I am!"

The two of you are crammed into the tiny downstairs bathroom of your home. Her in a chair, you behind her with your hands in her hair. The room is silent, safe for the occasional snipping of the scissors. 

"I told you to just wait for me." You mumble as you try to fix the messy uneven strands at the back of her head. 

"You were taking too long."

"Well you can kiss that little half up bun of yours goodbye." The small pout on her face makes you laugh.

She'd gone a little wild with the scissors this time. Her once shoulder length hair now a shaggy cut that kept the hair off her neck. You huff as she moves her head from side to side, making it harder to keep cutting. She hums in approval.

"Not bad." 

"I'm not done yet." You whine, letting her pull you to sit on her lap.

Her chin props on your shoulder, smiling at you in the mirror. "It looks fine. Thanks babe." 

You rest your head against hers, admiring the way the morning sun coming through the window brings out the red in her hair.

The sweet moment is ruined by your treacherous thoughts. Remembering that night a little over a year ago. You'd showed up to Dina's one night after patrol to find the two girls in the bathroom as she trimmed Ellie's hair. It had been just before the two left for Seattle to chase after Tommy. Ellie had been a mess, staring off into nothing as your friend combed through her hair. 

And amidst all the chaos in her life you saw the way her eyes lit up when Dina looked at her. The flush of her cheeks whenever they locked eyes. Watching them interact had always felt like you were intruding on something.

"Oh I love this song!" Ellie cranes her neck, listening to the soft music coming from the record player in the living room.

Your chest tightens, the burning sensation from earlier returning. As she hums quietly, you think back to the day Dina had found the record in an old music store while on patrol. She'd probably left it behind. It was one of her favorites too, and if Ellie knows it, she doesn't show it. 

There was so much of Dina intertwined with Ellie. The two had been friends for years before they dated. They made far more sense than you and Ellie did. Some days you wondered if she ever even truly saw you. 

Would there ever be a moment that was just your own?

--

You lay there in the middle of your shared bed,  knees tucked into your chest with the covers up to your chin. Ellie's side of the bed cold and empty when you woke. Just as it had been every night since her argument with Tommy. The one you still knew nothing about, being brushed off every time you asked about it. You'd gotten used to her reserved nature over the past months, but this was different. There were still smiles and kisses thrown your way, but those no longer felt genuine.

The house is unusually quiet for Ellie not being in bed. No guitar being played or the quiet hum of the tv downstairs. Quickly slipping into one of her old hoodies, you notice that her jacket and backpack are gone from their usual spot. In a panic, you rush down the stairs. The ratty sneakers you constantly begged her to get rid of are missing from where she threw them every night after kicking them off.

Without even thinking you run towards the barn barefoot. The animals startle at the loud groan from the old door being opened but you pay them no mind as you move towards the small stable near the back. When only one horse pokes its head out to greet you, your blood runs cold. It wasn't Shimmer.

She left.

You don't even have to energy to cry, too in shock to truly process that Ellie's gone. Muddy footprints track inside the house, ruining the floors you had just cleaned before bed. You don't even realize you're in the kitchen until you collapse in one of the dining chairs. 

It isn't until hours later, when the sun finally starts to rise that you see it. The singular scrap stuck to the fridge underneath an old magnet she'd stolen from Joel. You recognize her the swirls of her messy handwriting as she apologizes for leaving. She'd gone after Abby. Her words start to blur as tears spill over, smudging the ink as they land on the paper. You angrily swipe at your face as you reach the end, staring at the three words she'd underlined twice before promising she'd see you soon. 

I love you.

No she didn't.

[joltai-showa]

still thinking about Obito's tendencies to hang upside down so why not talk about something even more funny

now Obito is obviously trolling the Konoha squad in that moment, acting like a complete idiot and weirdo and all, usual stuff for Tobi. Obito is being a weird little bat on purpose, it's all an act

you know who among Akatsuki, a very scary and a totally serious organization, also acted like a weird little bat, but without it all being an act?

allow me to introduce you to the final page of chapter 238

Kishimoto, why is Deidara's first appearance is him being upside down during Akatsuki's zoom meeting?

(which is supposedly the first one in 7 years since Orochimaru ditched them, but whatever, no fucking way these guys can remain semi-organized without a good old online meetup, I do not care for canon's opinion when it conflicts with my funny headcanons)

But seriously, it's been almost 10 years since I read the manga for the first time and there's still no explanation as to why Deidara did that LMAO. Logic dictates that it's simply Kishimoto not finishing up the designs for his new villains (rinnegan's design wasn't finalized until, like, Akatsuki Supression arc, I believe? there's someone TOWERING over Kisame who is 195cm already and at the end of the day remains Akatsuki's tallest member, etc etc), but I've got a PhD in overthinking Naruto details and turning them into shitposts that sometimes also turn into fanfiction, so I will take this one tiny detail and make myself laugh until I cry.

To me this moment is just so precious because it's actually a scene from OG Naruto, meaning that it's pre-timeskip, so Deidara here is only 16. And this just proves to me that Deidara's puberty (there is no exact indicator as to when Deidara was abducted recruited into Akatsuki, but I assume it happened sometime when he was 12, because during his recruitment we see Itachi (and we know that he joined Akatsuki after the massacre, so he was 13 and he's got a 2 year difference with Deidara), Kisame (who, judging by his pre-death flashbacks, joined AFTER Itachi, meaning some time had to have passed since the massacre) and Sasori (who wouldn't have a partner after Itachi joined because Orochimaru just couldn't resist trying to get that Sharingussy, but Akatsuki don't operate on their own in general, so I doubt Sasori would have been left without a partner for a long time, a year max) and during this zoom meeting 16-year-old Deidara speaks like he's very much aligned with Akatsuki's goals and grudges which would be very weird if he joined them against his will just recently, so a year or more would have to pass between Deidara's recruitment and the OG Naruto zoom meeting) was arguably one of the worst things that organization as a whole had to go through because teenage Deidara was JUST BUILT DIFFERENT.

Don't mind the fact that even as an adult he starts tweaking if he doesn't get to explode something every few hours (I would imagine that teenage rage and angst would only exacerbate this issue), but he would also just want to "look cool" and wouldn't listen to anyone in any position of authority AT ALL. Going back to this scene of Akatsuki's zoom call, we can see (and for certain characters assume because once again designs here are kind of wack) that these overly serious members like Pain, Konan, Kakuzu and Sasori are PRESENT and just... don't do anything about Deidara's antics? They just gave up at some point LMAO. And a while ago, I presume.

16-year-old Deidara, proud and puffed up as a lion: You can stay on the ground as boring old men you are, but I'm going to hang upside down today, hm!

Pain, the acting leader of this very serious and lethal organization that for some reason took in a 13-year-old and a 12-year-old because, I dunno, the real leader thought it would be funny, sighing: okay, Deidara...

I also don't believe that it was ever specified how Nagato's zoom jutsu works, but I think Akatsuki's members simply sit in whatever position they want and their projection is different from their actual position which means that. yeah. Deidara does a bat cosplay. because he wants to. baby why are you like that.

but I also like to imagine Deidara actually hanging on the ceiling during the meetup and the gang just going

Pain: Sasori, can't you grab a mop or something and swat him off of there?

Sasori, in the most dead inside voice imaginable: you are not paying me enough to do that. in fact, you would not last a minute in the asylum I'm living in. you can't give me 40 minutes of peace, can you?

honestly props to Onoki for finding a way to both continue using Deidara's skills for his goals (by just fucking paying Akatsuki and calling it a day) and keep the village intact, teenage Deidara just seems like the trial version of what Akatsuki members could expect on their missions. like, if you can't manage the stress of dealing with the (pony)tailed beast, you have no business trying to fight an actual tailed beast.

I'm also thinking that adult Deidara aka Shippuden Deidara would think himself really cringe for doing this shit when he was younger and feels kind of embarrassed in front of the other members (who unfortunately besides Hidan were there to witness his cringe bat phase of growing up in your local terrorist daycare organization), so he's pretty quiet during the zoom meetings when we get properly introduced to him.

That's, of course, until Deidara gets partnered with Tobi.

I can imagine the two of them competing who can last longer hanging upside down and now Pain really can't do anything to stop this bullshit because it's his actual boss and his clueless partner making their own bat nest during their zoom meeting. He just tiredly glances over at Konan who gives him a "I told you Yahiko was right and we shouldn't have joined forces with this guy, but when do you ever listen to me" look.

The gang would be discussing something like Kakuzu and Hidan brutally murdering Asuma (who's Obito's classmate btw and whose mother he already killed a while ago) and trying to steal his corpse to sell for some cash and in the background above them Tobi'll be yelling something like "senpai, watch what I can do" and start turning cartwheels on the ceiling.

tl;dr Obito and Deidara match each other's freak when it comes to doing weird shit for no apparent reason other than to fuck with everyone while on the job. thanks for coming to my TobiTalk

[tsuvvy]

Oh Sister of Mine - Chapter 3

A Match

A trip to Arkham raises some questions. Questions you still refuse to answer. And questions revolving a father of two kids he’s broken.

Warnings: None really, this chapter is rather tame

Word Count: 2.2k

Bruce hated going to Arkham. Whether it was because he was staring at faces that stared back in anger and disdain that could rival the angriest of monsters or not, he's not sure.

But he has to be here. He puts his priorities into finding out who you are.

“You have any ideas?” Dick asked, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, staring at Bruce.

“None.” Bruce answered.

A knock sounded on the door.

“You guys ready for ‘im?” A guard asked when having peeked into the room.

“Yes, we are.” Bruce answered.

“Alright, c'mon,” the guard spoke, roughly pulling Kerrim into the room. His originally slicked back brown hair now messy.

“Hey, hey, easy!” Kerrim announced when he was pushed toward the chair.

“Hurry up!” The guard yelled at him before leaving to let Bruce, dressed as Batman, and Dick, dressed as Nightwing, ask their questions.

“Well, well, the big Batsy's got some questions for me, huh?” Kerrim grinned, looking up at the vigilante who kept a straight face.

“The kid, where did they come from.” Bruce, or Batman asked.

“Did you kidnap them?” Nightwing spoke up. “Pick em’ up off the streets?”

“I don't see how it's your problem,” Kerrim smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Just some worthless kid.” He shrugged.

“Hey, watch it.” Nightwing said, gaze narrowing on him. “They're a kid. They deserve better.”

“They have better!” Kerrim announced, an arrogant smirk still on his face as he spoke. “You know how useful the skill to kill is?”

“Who are they?” Nightwing asked, walking up to the table and looking down at the cocky man.

“Hell if I know,” Kerrim cockily shrugged again with a soft breathy laugh.

“What do you mean?” Nightwing asked, his brows furrowing.

“I mean, I got no clue about that freak.” Kerrim spoke in a condescendingly slow way, making sure Nightwing understood.

Batman was done. He stepped forward, grabbing hold of the collar of the arkham inmate prisoner uniform. His grip terrifying Kerrim. Batman hoisted the man out of his chair.

Kerrim's eyes widened, and his heart rate picked up. “Hey, hey, what the hell!” Kerrim yelled.

“Tell us everything.” Batman told him firmly.

“O-Okay, Okay!” Kerrim yelled. “I'll tell you, fuck, just let me go!!”

Batman listened, dropping Kerrim roughly back into his seat. His breaths were labored as he stared at the vigilantes with wide eyes.

“Get talking.” Nightwing told him, almost warning with an almost amused smirk on his face.

“A-Alright. Okay!” Kerrim rushed out. “I don't know the damn kid, okay!? They're not my deal! I like… Borrowed the freak from some guy!”

“You're withholding information.” Batman saw through him.

“I'm, I'm not!” Kerrim had hesitated in fear. “Okay, fine!” He screamed. He couldn’t take the threatening gazes from both of the men interrogating him. “The guy was named like.. Something Cain! I don’t know the ass! I never saw his face!” Batman and Nightwing exchanged glances. “He said that weirdo kid was the best he had, that they wouldn’t mess up or whatever. Guess he was wrong..” Kerrim slouched, looking away from the two as he grumbled.

“What? You mean David Cain?” Tim’s voice came through the other end of the phone Dick held, “You gotta be kidding.”

“I’m not,” Dick spoke back into his phone. “He didn’t say the first name, probably deemed it not important. But how many people other than Cass and his asshole of a father do you know witht the last name Cain?”

It was silent for a moment. “I can look through the database when I get back.”

“Don’t bother.” Dick told him. “I have a feeling Bruce has a plan.” Dick looked Bruce who was staring at the Batcomputer. More specifically, he was staring at the screen no one had closed since last night. A picture of you and a picture of Cassandra side by side. The words ‘Closest Match’ still on the screen.

“Alfred is watching the kid right now,” Tim told him, “Damian said if he’s not busy he might watch them next, and I offered to if he can’t.”

“Where’s Cassandra?” Dick asked.

“She’s hanging out with Barbara and Steph,” Tim told him through the phone. “They thought she could do with some distraction from last night and everything, she’s been really spacey since the kid passed out again.”

“Alright, thanks,” Dick said before exchanging goodbyes with Tim and ending the call. He put his phone down, soon looking at Bruce. “So?” He asked, “What do you have cooking in that dark head of yours?”

Bruce glanced over his shoulder at his oldest adopted son, the cave becoming quiet before he finally spoke, “We need to run another dna test.”

You woke up differently than you had before. The pain before was mostly gone. Your arm was sore, however. It happened a lot.

The use of your electricity strains your muscles and causes them to be sore. The more you use the electricity the more your body will hurt awhile after.

“Mhh..” You groaned softly, peeling your eyes open. You blinked for a moment, adjusting your gaze before looking up. You tried to sit up, but it hurt.

“No, don’t sit up.” A familiar voice spoke from beside you. Your gaze whipped over, to see the boy you had been attacking before passing out again. He was sat comfortably in a cushioned chair that had obviously been moved closer to the bed you lay in to sit closer. He held a book in his hands, one he was now putting a bookmark in. Your body tensed, which he noticed. He also noticed how your guard raised. “Calm down, I won’t do anything.” His voice didn’t lack in the stubborn attitude it was so used to. His voice almost carried a lilt of concern.

You didn’t know why, but his words were somewhat comforting. You hated how the result of his speech was your shoulders somewhat relaxing. Sure, they were still somewhat tense, but they were a bit more relaxed now.

“How is your head?” He asked as he placed the book he had been reading on the bedside table. You watched his hand carefully. Your gaze however, flickered to the glass of water, bottle of pills, and a tray of those little sandwiches Alfred had made for you earlier. Your gaze turned back to Damian. “Your head?” He asked again, pointing at his own head, “How is your head?” His voice was surprisingly not condescending, though he did speak a bit slower this time, making sure you would catch his words.

“Fine..” Damian’s eyes widened just a bit. Your voice. It was hoarse but it was softer than the other times he’d heard your short and brief responses. It hit him now, you were just a little kid. Sure, you two were quite obviously close in age. He’d gotten better; he was in a better place now. But you? You were still in that hellish hole, he could tell.

“Here..” His voice was softer as he grabbed the glass of water, slowly moving it towards you, trying not to startle or trigger your aggression. You flinched quite quickly, curling your body into a bit of a tight ball. But when nothing happened, your gaze would shift between Damian and his hand that held the glass. “It’s just water.”

It took a moment. One of a tense silence. But after a little while, you hesitantly and cautiously raised your sore arms. Your hands were shaky as you went to slowly the glass from he. He waited until you had a firm grip on the glass before he let it go.

You slowly brought the cup to your lips, making sure to at least keep Damian in your peripheral. You hesitantly sipped from it. It was soothing on your sore and haorse throat. Soon, you were practically chugging it. Damian watched. You two sat in silence for a little while after you had finished the water.

“These are for you,” He said, moving the tray of little sandwiches onto the bed, “Alfred made them.”

You looked to the sandwiches, then to him, and your gaze flickered between the two a few times before you put the glass down and moved your hand towards the sandwiches. You didn’t know why you felt more comfortable around Damian, but there was something about it that made you feel like you didn’t need to have your guard up. Of course, you still did, but there wasn’t as much reinforcement on the guard like there usually is.

Damian took the glass off of the bed as you chomped down on the little sandwich. He placed the glass on the bedside table once more.

“Hey,” You looked at him. Your gaze wasn’t particularly kind. “You’re safe now.” He told you. You stayed quiet. He couldn’t read your gaze. But, he had a pretty good idea of what you might have going on in your head. He had a pretty good idea that you had no idea what that meant.

You tensed when a knock sounded on the door of the room. Damian looked to the door, giving you a glance. He looked at you, giving you a reassuring gaze that you would be alright. Even if you didn’t pick up on it or understand what it even was.

Damian stood from the cushioned chair he was sitting in, he moved towards the door; you watched him carefully.

“What?” He asked once he had opened the door. No remnant of any reassuring or soft look on his face like he’d been giving to you.

“Hey,” Dick greeted quietly, peeking in to see your tense figure on the bed. He caught your threatening gaze. A soft sigh came from him, and a soft look of empathy took over his face. “Bruce want’s to run another dna test, do you have anything we can use?” He looked back to Damian.

Damian turned to look in your direction, looking for anything that might be of use. His gaze zeroed in on the glass that now had your fingerprints and saliva on it. He didn’t say anything as he started coming towards you. Your body tensed more. You looked behind him. Dick was beginning to step into the room.

“No!” You yelled, catching both Damian and Dick off guard.

Damian followed your gaze, looking behind himself to see Dick with one foot through the door. “Stay where you are,” He told him.

“Okay,” Dick told the two of them in a somewhat panicked voice, moving his foot back and standing just outside of the door frame.

Damian turned back towards you, “It’s okay,” He told you, his voice lightening. “He won’t come in, it’s fine, okay?” Your threatening gaze was shifting between the two of them. Soon, you realized Dick wouldn’t come in. He would stay right where he is outside of the room.

“O-..” You paused in a struggle, “Okay..” Your voice was slightly shaky as you looked back at Damian. Your gaze was familiar. It was vulnerable and pained. He gaze a gentle nod before beginning to slowly move towards the bed once more. You watched carefully as he took the glass from the bedside and moved back to the door to hand it to Dick.

“Thanks,” Dick said once he took the glass, “I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

“Okay.” Damian responded.

“Hey, um..” Dick looked back at him after a step, just before Damian had closed the door. “How.. How are they?”

Damian glanced back at you. You were still tense, watching the two very carefully. “They’re broken.. Emotionally and physically.”

Dick’s expression grew pained. He could only imagine the stuff you have been through. “Right..” Dick said softly, now beginning to walk away. Damian closed the door, taking a quiet breath before turning back to look at you.

“More sandwiches?” He raised a brow at the now empty tray of sandwiches. You looked down at the tray for a moment, your gaze landing back on him before you nodded weakly.

“Do you think it’s actually going to come up with Cass’s dad?” Tim asked as he dusted the glass for the fingerprints.

“I’m not sure,” Bruce said, his arms crossed as he watched Tim’s movements with the glass carefully.

“There’s also the possibility that they could share a mother,” Tim mentioned, “Lady Shiva.”

“Yes, that is also a possibility,” Bruce agreed, watching Tim stand from his spot and head over to where they insert their dna samples. He put the fingerprints in and then moved to the Batcomputer, setting the dna match testing to a criminals category.

“We're back!” A woman’s voice rang out. Bruce and Tim turned around just before they began to run the dna test. Stephanie, Barbara, and Cassandra were walking into the Batcave now. “What’s up, wasn’t Dick supposed to be here too?” Stephanie asked.

“He had relationship stuff with Kory,” Tim told her.

“What are you doing?” Stephanie asked again, putting a hand on the head rest of the chair Tim sat in and looking at the Batcomputer.

“We were just about to run another dna test on the kid,” Tim answered.

“You wanna stay?” Stephanie asked as she looked back towards Cassandra who’s expression had sullened. Everyone was silent for a second, staring to Cassandra and waiting for her answer.

“I’ll stay.” She finally answered.

“Okay,” Tim said, taking her answer. He turned his head, like the rest, back to the computer. There was a tense and stiff silence.

It took a moment for Tim to finally the enter key to analyze the dna. Tim pushed the swivel chair farther away from the desk. Everyone watched, anxiously awaiting what the results might be.

And then, finally.

“David Cain”

“A Match”

<- Chapter 2 Chapter 4 ->

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[butterfluffy]

heard u were writing for haikyuu againnnn sooooo can i req ushiwaka as a bf?? maybe hcs or a short scenariooo

thankieeesss!! 🥰

·ू♡°.· { - as your bf ! }

content ! ౨ৎ — (HQ!!) | what would it be like having ushijima wakatoshi as your boyfriend? | hcs

pairing/s ! ౨ৎ — ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

tags/warnings ! ౨ৎ — none! just pure fluff and ushiwaka being the bestest boyfriend he could ever be. not proofread, so, typos and errors are present but i'm too lazy to deal w them... lowercase intended!

a/n ! ౨ৎ — AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH MY MANZ USHI. 😍🥰💗😍🫰😘😘😜🫰💗🤪 (i'm absolutely normal about him guys, i promise.) | requests are open!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI as your boyfriend!

okay, i won't lie nor try to defend ushijima. he's totally clueless about relationships and dating. 'cause girl, all that's in his head is... well, volleyball....

but of course, for the sake of the headcanons and our delusions, let's break down how he would be as a lover.

i feel like ushijima would be a shy (or awkward, rather) lover at first, hesitating with initiating PDA or affection in general.

will explode red and flush with his face hotter than himself when kissed all of a sudden. don't take him by surprise! it's bad for his heart that would definitely explode from beating too fast and loud in his chest!! he's shyyyyy!!!

just give him time. he'll warm up soon enough to when he's finally comfortable with holding your hands! ..without his own sweating and turning colder than ice from tension and awkwardness, that is.

“...sorry. are my hands cold and sweaty? you can just cling into my arm if it's uncomfortable to hold hands with me.”

and as said on the first bullet, he has zero clue about romancing, so, you'd be the one in charge of it; making the first move in everything.

but despite that, you can teach him how to romance! he's a rather fast learner, as long as you teach ushiwaka everything that he needs to do or what you want him to do for you.

in no time, you'll find yourself to be greeted by the man on your doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, and an invitation to go out on a date. ;)

“you mentioned that going out on dates every once in a while is important, no? so, let's go out? i also bought you flowers. your favorite.”

ushijma wakatoshi, though known to others as someone who is pretty stoic, is actually a real softie lover! w⁠(⁠°⁠ｏ⁠°⁠)⁠w

though outside, he's aloof, inside, however, is a different story. ushijima gets all clingy with you, not lasting a minute without you being in the same room as him.

“where were you? ...oh, in the bathroom? i see. i thought the monster in the closet that you claimed to see last night took you. kidding.”

LOOOOVESSS seeing you watch him play in his matches. he claims that whenever you watch him, he suddenly gets even more confident in his play. shows off a lot whenever you watch too.

“did you see me play? did you see my spike?” “yes toshi, you did great. very cool.” “*smug* i know i did great out there, because i knew you would watch.”

AN ABSOLUTE SUCKER FOR YOUR PRAISE AND VALIDATION!!!! spread the word, guys. ushijima wakatoshi loves getting praised. just love him. please. he'd melt. flushed cheeks and all that shii. though most of the time, he gets a little smug about it... don't worry, you can wipe it off with a kiss. he'll go redder than the blood that is rushing in his veins. 😜

he also becomes such a yapper as your relationship with him goes on. telling you about his day, volleyball practice, more volleyball stuff, training, etc.

he won't shut up, ong. 'cuz he's an awkward weirdo who may be on the, erm, spectrum and won't shut up about his hyperfixations. ehem, volleyball.

even though he's a yapper, he's also a listener! 10/10 would listen to you talk the whole day because he loves it when you yap to him. actively listens, reacting to your words here and there and giving his thoughts on them, yadayadayada. yapper x yapper, guys???

regarding the relationship, however, ushijima is a very private person. only a few knows that he's dating someone already, as he doesn't actively tell people that “oh, i'm in a relationship.”

i feel like he'd only reveal that he's in a relationship when asked... so, his mother found out that he's finally dating like, almost a year into the relationship. 'cuz he never mentioned it. and when his mother pointed that out, he retorted with, “you never asked?? 🫤🤨”

additionally, he strays away from social media. so, people really wouldn't know unless they ask. they'd just be shock to see a ring on ushiwaka's finger one day lmao.

^^no posts on his socmed accounts at all. faceless and full government name on his account and with less than 50 friends. only has social media accounts for the sole purpose of messaging and liking your posts.

still, he's updated with the latest trends and news, if you update him, that is. ushi will also participate in doing the trends with you. a lil' stiff though, but he's trying, yeah. no complaints at all.

“huh? i... i don't understand. what is ‘throw it back’ and how do i do it?”

ANYWAY, ushijima isn't really one to do endearments. be calls you by your name or a nickname he came up with. sometimes, you'll hear him call you “love” or “babe”.

there are also times that he gets insecure all of a sudden and begins to question if he's doing a good job on being your lover. would slightly panic if he feels that he's not doing enough. please assure him that he's doing amazing. 😞

during arguments, he talks things through. does not dare raise his voice. well—there are times that his voice gets a little loud, but he feels absolutely guilty and shitty after, so he apologizes.

and yes, he apologizes first, and even though you are the one at fault. doesn't like getting on a fight with you, so... 🤷‍♀️ but he does try to make you realize your mistake and hope to not start another argument while doing so. he'd get upset if that happens.

when upset, wakatoshi does not stay out of your sight, but, he's there. in the corner, sulking like a child in silence, looking at you with longing in his eyes, waiting for you to either woo him or for himself to not handle it anymore and apologize then cling to you once more.

doesn't say ‘i love you’ much. but he'll reciprocate each and every ‘i love you’ that you tell him! on rare occasions, he's the one saying ily first, especially when he feels that he's not saying the words much.

“baby?” “yes, wakatoshi?” “i love you.”

K BYE THAT'S ALL, I DON'T WANT THIS TO GO ON UNTIL 100 BULLETS, Y'ALL MIGHT SEE THROUGH HOW MUCH I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN. 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

help i have a crush and no guts to tell them. If convenient… some bruce wayne? Bruce is hotter. I am safer dreaming about fictional men than real ones. My crush miiiight know(im 20. WHY the heckkkkk do i even HAVE a crush). I made eye contact and immediately looked away. I literally couldnt be more suspicious. Im begging you to distract me.

Important note: i love love love your writing especially the other half. Which i know is over so im not asking for a continuation of that. But your bruce is enthralling. Also no pressure if youre not in a bruce writing mood.

listen

i hate to tell you/warn you

having a crush at 29 is just as if not more embarrassing. i sadly speak from experience

also what do you call it when Batman skips church

christian bale

"He's going to catch you."

"Catch me what? I'm not doing anything."

"You're staring."

"I am not staring," You insist, "I am...Looking in the direction of his vicinity."

"Well that vicinity is pretty narrow. Completely narrow. You're just looking at him, actually."

You pass a sidelong glance toward your best friend, eyes narrowing as she smiles sweetly at you.

"I'm just sayin'," She shrugs, "The more you stare at him, the more likely it is that he'll catch you."

"No way for him to catch me if there's nothing to catch—Oh, shit," You hurriedly whirl around as you see him twist toward you.

"I told you."

"Shut up!" You hiss. "Is he still looking?"

"Yep."

You groan, raising your drink to your lips and draining it. "I'm gonna go get another one. You wanna come?"

"I'm alright."

It's for the best, you decide. She was right, you've been way too blatant. But how many times are you going to be in the room with the Prince of Gotham, with the Bruce Wayne?

"Prosecco, please," You request, setting your empty glass down.

"It'll be a moment," The bartender warned. "We're waiting for a few bottles."

"Okay! No worries."

You're certain this is the only time that you would be in the same room as Wayne, so you may as well take a look, get your fill. There were whispers of him coming alone, instead of trotting out one of the models that he usually brings to these events. Maybe it was a last-minute acceptance, or he couldn't find anyone to come...Then again, you were certain that that was impossible. Hell, you'd cut off your right arm to say yes—Not that Bruce Wayne would ever ask you.

"Prosecco."

His voice makes you freeze, your eyes widening slightly as his sleeve brushes your arm.

"It'll be a moment, Mr. Wayne," The bartender frowns.

"S'alright."

You glance hesitantly toward him, offering a tight, flighty smile when you find him looking at you.

"Hi," He greets.

"Hi."

Oh god, what the hell is he doing, talking to you?

"Come here often?"

"...To the Natural History museum?" You flounder.

"Not exactly," He chuckles. "I meant to events like these."

"Oh—No. My friend had a plus one, so."

"Mm."

You nod. You should ask if he comes to many of these, right? But you know that he does—every appearance is highly publicized in the Gotham Gazette, US magazine, across gossip blogs and social media. Hell, you'd have to have been living under a rock to not know who he was.

But how can you ask questions without seeming like an ignorant simpleton or a weirdo? Will he think it's odd that you know he goes to these events? Will he think you're lying if you pretend to not know that he does?

You don't even know this man, so why does he make you so nervous?

"Flying solo on this one?"

It's out of your mouth before you can stop it, and—shit. You take in the way Bruce blinks, his lips tipping up with a small smile.

"I am. I accepted last-minute."

"No other way to spend your Friday night?"

"No other good way. It is for charity, after all."

"That's true," You smile. Oh, god look away now. Stop looking into his warm, dark eyes—Damn, how does he get you so hot with just a smile?

"Two proseccos." The two of you turn as the bartender speaks up, setting your drinks on the bar.

"Thanks."

"Thank you."

You take yours, ready to step away and say goodbye. You don't want to linger—but—

"Is your friend going to be missing you?" Bruce asks.

"Um..." You look around, spotting her speaking with one of her colleagues—one that you know she has a crush on. You huff a soft laughing, shaking your head. "No, definitely not."

"So she won't mind if I hold you up for a bit?"

Your heart leaps into your throat, brows creeping high.

"Hold me up? For what?"

"To talk, if you're interested." He holds his hand out for a shake. "Bruce Wayne."

And you can't keep it in anymore. He's introducing himself? You chuckle softly, shaking his hand.

"Yeah. I know."