#sorry for the ramble just having thoughts

[suiana]

bruh i was talking to my friends about our types in guys and i said "i like boyfailures, absolute losers" and rambled about how they were just so cute and I'd be going 'yeah that's cool babe, tell me more about your pokemon and dinosaurs☺️' but then later on in the dsy i realised bro what if i AM the loser and someone thought of me like that 😵 therefore i give you yandere! golden boy x loser! reader

basically you're a loser who doesn't think they're a loser. you're the type of loser who talks a lot of shit online about how 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖒𝖆 and hot you are when in reality you can't order a meal without hyping yourself up for 5 minutes beforehand.

you'd be pretending you're hot and mysterious but the second someone indicates the SMALLEST hint of anything you're interested in, you go on full on rambles and rants. then you snap back to reality and realize that hey! you don't even know this stranger! and just... walk away.

you're the type of person to go to the doctor with your mommy because you're scared to talk to doctors yourself and you'll look at her when the doctor asks any question, expecing her to answer for you. 'so what's your name? looks at mother' ahhh reaction.

yeah. basically, a loser. with hyperfixations on anime/game characters that you consume millions of content of. you probably sleep with plushies too and read fanfiction before sleeping. or you're doomscrolling reddit/tiktok/some form of social media and sleeping at 3 in the morning.

enter, him.

the golden boy. the perfect boy with perfect grades and a perfect body and- basically everything. he does like 3 sports, speaks 5 languages, everyone loves him, he graduated from an ivy league or an ivy league equivalent, and he's going to inherit his father's company! rich, tall, handsome. he has everything set out for him. cool beans.

anyway!

you don't know how, and you don't know why, but this man is now in love with you. you... probably met him while working your minimum wage job at some fast food restaurant.

"hi, i think you're really cute. would you like to go out on a date with me?"

"h-huh? erm..."

yeah, you don't know how to react so you just malfunctioned briefly before taking another customer's order. but he wouldn't let up. not at all, because he'd find your socials and have HOURS of conversation with you, on total accident, of course! no dirty work involved. totally. just pure coincidence, just like god or whatever is above intended!

"heh, must be my aura that allowed me to get that limited edition skin... what do you think, best friend?"

"yeah, this is the one guys. I'm marrying them."

"what did you say, best friend?"

"oh, nothing at all ☺️ go on with your rant, sweetie."

by some stroke of luck, definitely not him pulling some strings, you get a job offer that somehow is related to- wow, what do you know! his company! so you leave your boring 9-5 job and sign the contract. what a nice friend he is!

"here, just sign down on the line and you'll be able to start working right away."

"wow this contract is really long, best friend."

"haha... right, I'm definitely just a best friend..."

a contract that definitely does NOT bind you to him. yeah, no, definitely not. nuh uh. what? you're trying to read the fine print? there's no need for that! it's all just boring stuff...

yeah, definitely no conditions that will allow him to legally keep you trapped with him... and should you ever try to leave. well, it's just not possible.

but hey! at least now you get endless cash and you even have this cool best friend who really seems to spoil you!

oh, and now he's asking to be your boyfriend.

"sorry, you're not my type... i like the losers. boyfailures, even."

"sweetie..."

..

...

yeah, so now you're dating. it's all cool. yeah, you... totally don't mind this.

"best friend can we get some chicken nuggets? i really want some chicken nuggets and fries, best friend."

"it's boyfriend, sweetie. but of course! anything you want ☺️ we can get those chicken nuggets and more if you want."

okay well, at least it's not that bad... he's rich and handsome, he spoils you and loves you! like those guys in fanfiction, right? maybe a little too much though.

"sweetie, I'm throwing away all your merchandise of this man thing, okay? I'm replacing it with merchandise of me."

"don't tell me you're already throwing it away..."

"☺️"

"we're OVER."

[hoonieyun]

sleepover ⊹˚. ♡

a prank where you tell your boyfriend you no longer want to spend the night heeseung 𐐪♡𐑂 jongseong 𐐪♡𐑂 jaeyun 𐐪♡𐑂 sunghoon genre: fluff, romance, drabble warnings: profanity, kissing, suggestive, 18+

hoonieyun notes: ive seen this as a tiktok trend for a while now and i just imagine how they'd react so i had to write it lol not proofread lol

heeseung ⋆˚ʚɞ

"i dont feel like sleeping over anymore..." after those words left your mouth, heeseung was instantly off of his phone and looking at you with his big doe eyes.

"w- what?" he asks, eyes blinking rapidly as he tries to understand if he heard you correctly. "you don't wanna sleep over?? why.." he asks so softly and you couldn't help but feel bad. of course you wanted to sleep over but you just wanted to see how your boyfriend would react.

"i just wanna sleep in my bed." you say, trying not to break character, although it was hard not to when heeseung was looking at you so endearingly with his bottom lip jutting out into a pout.

"bu-but you said you'd spend the weekend with me! we haven't seen each other in so long because we're working so much- what about we spend the night at yours instead if you want to sleep in your own bed?

i can pack my bags really quick, i promise. i'll be super fast- let me go do it right now so we can head out..." heeseung says. it was so cute to see him want to just spend the night with you, sleeping in his arms and having your warmth blend into one another.

heeseung was now getting up to go pack a weekend bag and just before his hands slip away from yours, your tightening your grip around his hands and pulling him back.

"im just kidding, babe. its just a prank on tiktok, of course i'm gonna sleepover." you say with a chuckle and heeseung rolls his eyes with a sigh of relief. his hand flying to his chest to console himself as you laugh at him.

suddenly he gently tackles you onto his bed, both arms wrapping around you into a warm embrace.

"it better just be a joke because no i'm never letting you leave me!" he says, placing several kisses on your cheek.

"good, i wouldn't want to be anywhere but in your arms anyway."

jongseong ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i think im gonna go home soon." you told jay as the two of you sat on his bed. you were scrolling on tiktok when you came across the prank while jay was playing his guitar. the beautiful melody filling his bedroom.

"did you forget something at home?" he asks, fingers still skillfully strumming the guitar as he asks his question. "no, i just wanna go home." you say, trying your best to stay serious so he doesn't notice you're trying to prank him.

suddenly, his strumming stops and the beautiful melodic sound of his guitar is gone- the room filled with awkward air.

"you wanna go home? but i thought you were spending the night?" he says, turning towards you after he's carefully set his guitar on the stand next to him on the floor.

"yeah but- i don't know... i just don't want to anymore." you explain without much explanation and he furrows his eyebrows at you with a pout on his lips.

"did i do something? are you feeling ok? you know you can tell me anything right? am i not paying enough attention to you? sorry, we can watch that movie you wanted to-" jay was now rambling as he tries to wrap his head around why you suddenly want to leave even though you promised you spend the night over at his place. '

"baby, i'm just joking, it's a tiktok prank!" you interrupt him with a laugh; his eyes drop into a narrow gaze and his pout intensifies.

"wow... fine go home then..." he says teasingly, turning around and crossing his arms.

"hey... i was just joking!!" you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around his neck; placing a kiss on his cheek.

"you can't resist me... you love me too much." he says with a smile, placing a kiss onto your lips.

"you're right but you're the one who begged me to sleepover sooo..." you tease and he turns to look at you, mouth agape.

"hey!!" he says as your laughter fills his room.

jaeyun ⋆˚ʚɞ

"jake... i'm gonna go home, ok?" you say, getting up from his bed and pretending like you're going home. in an instant, jake's hand is grabbing yours and he's twirling you onto his lap. "you're going where??" he asks, pouting and staring intensely into yours eyes.

"h- home..?" your response wasn't meant to come out as a question but his gaze was so piercing that you couldn't fully focus on the prank that you were trying to pull on your boyfriend.

"what happened to the sleepover? we were supposed to binge a bunch of movies, eat snacks, and play mario kart?? remember that?" he says, trying to remind you why you were there in the first place and although you didn't forget, for the sake of the prank you had to play along.

"yeah... well i don't really wanna do that anymore." you say, looking away from his eyes and onto your lap where you fiddled with your fingers.

"baby, look at me-" jake says, gently grabbing your chin to make your eyes meet again. "did something happen? did i do something?" he asks so lovingly that you couldn't continue pranking him any longer.

"ok, sorry! it was a prank i saw on tiktok, but you're too sweet to prank- i feel bad." you say while your hands gently cup his face as you pepper kisses all over.

"thank god, i thought you were suddenly mad at me." he says, relieved that you weren't leaving and that you weren't upset.

"so you're staying?" he asks and you nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to which jake respond by picking you up bridal style and standing up onto his feet.

"splendid! now we will commence movie night, princess what movie shall we begin with?" he asks and his cute actions make you laugh.

"my prince, might i suggest 50 first dates?" you say, playing along with his sillyness.

"splendid choice my love. onward to the living room!" he says as he carefully runs the two of you to his living room with layla in toe; barking in excitement at the random surge of energy between the two of you.

jake carefully places you onto his couch as you set up the movie while he puts together the snacks.

"i'm glad you weren't actually leaving..." he whispers to you during the movie. "i'd never leave, even if i forgot you like in this movie- i'd find a way to remember and come back to you... always." you respond, placing a kiss onto his lips.

sunghoon ⋆˚ʚɞ

"babe, i'm gonna head out in a bit." you tell sunghoon in such a chill manner that he almost doesn't fully process what you said. he almost just nods and hums in response until his head snaps upwards from his phone and he turns to you with a head tilt.

"wait, where are you going? it's like 2am." he asks and you tell him that you wanted to go home despite telling him prior that you would sleepover because you missed him so much to which he responded with a wide smile and said how much he missed you too.

"home?? what happened to missing me so much you wanted to sleep over? do you not miss me anymore..." he asks, voice low as he tries his best to not show that he was clearly sad you wanted to leave.

"i do miss you... but i also miss my bed." you say and he looks at you like you're crazy.

"your bed... over me?? you're hot and loving boyfriend??" he asks, now he's sitting right next to you, face hovering over yours with both his hands trapping you between them.

"uh- well.." you try to respond but you couldn't muster up any response as you stared at him. he just looked so handsome that you lost your train of thought as broken sentences and stutters left your lips.

"if you miss you bed so much why don't you just move in?" sunghoon suddenly says and this catches you off guard. your eyes widen at his statement and although you've been dating for a little over a year now, neither of you have brought up the idea of moving in together.

"re- really??" your question coming out as a whisper.

sunghoon nods and tells you that it's probably better that way anyways since your job was closer to his place and his rent was more affordable than yours.

"um.. okay!" you say and sunghoon smiles at your response, placing a kiss on your lips. "perfect, i'll help you break your lease tomorrow and we can start planning your move right away!" he says eagerly, pulling out his laptop to start planning out your move.

you're left laying next to him a bit dumbfounded as your prank took an unexpected turn. "y'know this was supposed to be a prank..." you confess and he once again looks at you with a head tilt, "prank?" he asks.

"yeah, i was supposed to act like i didn't want to sleep over anymore to see your reaction..." you explain and he closes his eyes with a chuckle.

"well, good thing you decided to do that because now you're with me forever!" he says teasingly while sticking his tongue out at you. "plus, i've been wanting to ask you to move in for awhile, i just never knew when to do it." sunghoon says in a warm tone and your heart melts at him.

"i'm glad to be moving in, that way i'll never have to leave again." you say while snuggling closer to him so you could both work on planning your move together, wrapping your arms around his bicep while resting your head on his shoulder. a position that you could get used to.

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[timeclonemike]

"Hi my name's Maurice and I have a super power."

"Hey Maurice."

"Hello Maurice."

"Welcome."

"Glad to have ya."

"Thanks. Uh. My superpower lets me talk to the spirits of the dead and reanimate their earthly remains. I have received four applications to join villain teams this month, including the Evil League of Evil Wizards. They are the most chill about rejections. The one hero team that send me an invite made some snide remarks about me having "other plans" like I was secretly a villain already. I've had police come demanding, not asking, demanding that I help them solve a cold case. I've also had people in nondescript clothing coming to my door threatening me if I help the police and showing up at my door after the police make their demands. I have had to ask four ghosts to haunt my kitchen around the clock to possess and curse anyone who tries to threaten me. My apartment is forty degrees Fahrenheit in the middle of August. Also. There's an also, sorry. I've had literally hundreds of people ask me what the afterlife is like, so I'm gonna get out ahead of that right now; everyone I've talked to on the other side just says something like 'there's a manatee' and I don't know what to do with that. Nobody believes me. My own dad doesn't, he said I should start a cult or something with my inside knowledge, he doesn't get that I like being an architect, and I don't have the charisma or time to even try to be a spiritual leader of any sort, aaaand I'm rambling, sorry."

"It's okay Maurice. This is a safe space."

"Yeah we've all done it."

"Something about super powers makes people prone to monologues. They did studies with an MRI machine looking at speech centers."

"...wow. I thought I was just really frustrated."

"That happens too. What's important is that here, you're among friends."

In a world of superpowers there has to be people who choose not to be heroes or villains or vigilantes

“Yeah, I can technically fly, but it’s too much of a hassle. Filing a flight plan takes just as long as driving…”

“I don’t even get WHY laser eyes rank so high up, it’s not like they’re very useful unless you’re trying to destroy a building…can’t even cut vegetables with them without slicing the counter.”

“I know invulnerability would be incredible for a hostage negotiator, but I want to be a baker! Would it be a ‘better use’ of my power to you if I don’t use oven mitts?!”

“Please stop calling, just because I can run fast doesn’t mean I even want to run in the first place. Besides isn’t super speed outlawed in the Olympics? Not yet? Well it should be!”

[carbonfiction]

i’m a resident jean hater because she’s really not all that (she makes me insecure as hell because she’s tall and slim and i’m short and just a liiiittle bit stout) and plus she only has that hot demure boring energy like wheres the fun in that? boring ahh hell😹plus she’s got a fake ass MD. would logan immediately lose interest in her the second charles hires the new young social studies teacher that prances in with her big framed specs, bouncy fat rack curls and nervous disheveled bubbly personality? she has so many facts on the top of her head from all the wars he fought and what?? he also sees her in the lab??? she has a plant mutation and she dabbles in biology???? AND she was in law school????? so she’s got a mouth on her… and when he finds out by eavesdropping that she’s a virgin and a squirter one night that the girls all confess secrets he loses it, completely tuning out jean’s confessions. he wants to ruin that smart girl 🐱 so bad.

can i please take the 🐳 emoji as an anon because this is my third ask and i’m both the bathtub and glasses anon i LOVE to yap

DEAR ANNNONNN HELLOO!! god im so sorry this took so long to reply to🥲 but you ABSOLUTELY can have🐳!!!

Honest that is so real as a fellow stout girlie (despite being on the slightly taller end)

Personally I just could never get into movie jean for a litany of reasons; i was and still am so much more of a storm and rogue kinda girl. And Especially within dynamics w logan; storm as a relationship interest is everything to me. (Ill never forget or forgive for what they took from us dofp stormverine kiss getting cut)

But logan and a fairly 'innocent' mouthy smart girl??? Oh that man is following like a puppy. He his obsessed.

I feel like he would love a smart girl so much. Theres just something so alluring about someone so confident in their knowledge and skills. not to mention the cocky twang of pride that threads through him whenever he sees you correct someone on a piece of info; never condisending but explaining the actual fact to who whomever got confused. (likely poor scott which instantly wins you extra brownie points bc you?? Gorgeous and smart girl happily correcting scott on a mistake??? His knees are buckled)

But there issss another perk of him having a smart, inexperienced girl.. And thats when he can turn his smart, headstrong princess all dumb.

When simple touches from his fingers, tongue and eventually, cock can all change you from chatty, brainy and sometimes even a little bratty into a babbling, brainless mess soaking through his sheets.

Getting to finally fuck the brains right out of his cleverest girls pretty head by way of her tight puffy cunt? Truly his favorite thing at the end of a long day.

(I rambled my way through this im so sorry- is it even cohesive idk?? but i do have manymanymany thoughts on smart girl reader that i might have to expand on at some stage..)

[brain-r0tten]

at first I did stylistically thin pupils but then realized they should be dilated but I don't rly like how he looks with those so uhh have 2 vers

I love him (and his bitchy boyfriend) he's unhinged, go watch squid games s2 it was more entertaining than s1 imo

furry oc thanos and ramblings below

rambling nr 1 - squid game related

sorry I started reading thanos x namgyu fics and I gotta rant,, a lot of fics include them doing drugs (duh) but what they get wrong is how NASTY the pills are- I read one story where they describe the taste as sweet and the other where they toss around the pill between each others mouths til it dissolves... and guys, not to flex or anything, but speaking from experience, this shit is bitter as fuck and it makes you want to gag, it's better to swallow it quickly and if it remains on your tongue for too long then bless your soul cuz you're gonna puke 🕴️ but overall it's not a big issue to me it's just funny to read

rambling nr 2 - tumblr related

I'll be quick with this one, ngl I feel kinda self conscious posting anything else other than SPTO since I thought i "established my brand" with this media but I kinda lost interest, at least at the moment-- buuut I'm trying not to tweak about it (pun halfly intended given the post lolol) since ultimately what matters in the end is what I wanna create, not what the algorithm tells me to, I think. so um expect some stranger things/squid game content soon?? idk tbh it's hard for me to vibe lately and I get big mood swings over what makes me happy, SPTO used to fill that hole but since the hype fizzled out I feel mehhhh + life is just beating me down in general which is why I stopped writing/drawing that often, mostly just grinding comms to pay rent ... but enough yapping

[antinousletmehit]

HeyyyHow are you doing?

I totally haven’t been stalking you account for any new fanfics. NOPE

But the whole idea with antinous having a sister actually gave me inspiration for my epic au (oc or reader idk still thinking about it) and I have been thinking….

What if- and hear me out

After reader realised how weak? (Well certainly no as strong as her brother) she is, she started to learn on her own (this is before both of them going to the palace)

So she started copying his stance from the ring so she can fight, practiced of her own without her brother knowing somehow (maybe he left her alone because antinous doesn’t learn from his mistakes).

So during one of these endeavours perhaps Pandora got hurt? And didn’t know how to treat it properly? Or just enough so it wouldn’t kill her then went fo sleep all the while antinous not knowing. And maybe in the morning he saw she was a bit feverish and red as well as wheezing a bit then when he asks her why she didn’t tell him and then reader’s reply is like “I didn’t want to be a bother since I caused us a lot of trouble in the past” (as shown in their past with her stealing attempt and what not)

idk I love angst/hurt/comfort and what not (mostly angst)- idk if this is considered as a ramble or a request I just wanted someone to ramble to

(Sorry if this is confusing English is not my first language and I apologise for any spelling mistakes )

Have a lovely day, dear! 🌹

Hiii!! Dw your English was perfectly fine. Also it can be both Oc and reader, Aphrodites gamble used to be just my ocs backstory but then I wanted to turn it into a x reader that’s why sometimes you’ll see the name “pandora” in some fics.

AHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEAAA. Antinous is a jerk so he’d definitely not notice his sister getting hurt. The ring is supposed to be the reason as to why antinous ended up being shitty, and we can see in Aphrodites gamble he’s very protective of her due to the fact he feels bad about everything that happened before the palace life.

——

Blood welled from the cut, but she bit her lip and forced herself to her feet. “It’s just a scratch,” she muttered, refusing to cry. “Antinous doesn’t cry when he gets hurt.” Still, the ache in her arm throbbed, and by the time she made her way back to the small shack where she and her brother were staying, she was exhausted, chilled to the bone, and in pain. Antinous was already asleep, his arm draped over his face as he snored softly. She slid under her thin blanket, clutching her injured arm to her chest. “He doesn’t need to know,” she murmured to herself as her eyelids grew heavy. “It’s nothing.”

By morning, her body was burning.

Antinous woke to the sound of her faint groans, his brows furrowing as he rolled over to check on her. “Sister?” he called, shaking her shoulder gently. She stirred, her face flushed and covered in sweat. “I’m fine,” she croaked, though her voice was weak and shaky. Antinous narrowed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “You don’t look fine.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted, trying to sit up, but the effort made her wince. That’s when he noticed it—the makeshift bandage wrapped awkwardly around her arm, stained with dried blood. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and unwrapped it, revealing the inflamed, swollen gash beneath.

“Y/N!” he barked, his voice a mix of anger and fear. “What the hell happened?”

She flinched at his tone, tears springing to her eyes. “I—I was just trying to train. Like you. I didn’t want to bother you…”

“You didn’t want to bother me?” Antinous repeated incredulously. “You’ve got a festering wound, and you didn’t think that was worth mentioning?”

“It wasn’t that bad!” She argued weakly, though her voice wavered. “I thought I could handle it.” Antinous ran a hand through his hair, pacing the tiny room. “Handle it? you could’ve died! Do you even understand that? What if it got worse? What if I didn’t wake up in time?”

Tears streamed down her face now. “I just wanted to be strong like you! I didn’t want you to think I’m useless!”

Antinous froze, her words hitting him like a punch to the gut. He turned back to her, kneeling at her side. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion, “you’re not useless. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“But you’re always protecting me,” she whispered. “I wanted to protect myself… and you.”

Antinous sighed, his anger melting into guilt as he gently cupped her feverish face. “You don’t have to protect me, Pandora. That’s my job. You’re my little sister. You’re supposed to let me take care of you.”

She sniffled, leaning into his touch. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, his fingers brushing her damp hair away from her face. “Don’t apologize. Just… don’t hide stuff like this from me again, alright? You’re all I’ve got, y/n. I can’t lose you.”

—-

Yea that’s the Drabble for today gang

[queen-susans-revenge]

Oh, yeah, I mean...yeah.

So, when I was made... executive editor? I think? I don't think they actually made me EIC (editor-in-chief). I might have been managing editor, on paper. I could go back and look at my resume but I don't wanna. All I remember is it was a real big step up from News Editor of Dr. Dobb's Journal, which is what I was before. They gave me BYTE. It was just me, on BYTE. They'd fired everyone else. And I was also still expected to keep doing all the same things I had been doing before as news editor for DDJ, and there was no extra money that came along with the promotion-on-paper, but I loved BYTE and I wanted so badly to save it and I thought I could see how.

I did see. I wasn't wrong. I got to watch, in fact, as O'Reilly Media executed the exact strategy I wanted for BYTE and made it successful, for their title, MAKE.

Meanwhile I had an editorial budget of roughly $400 a month*, of which roughly $350 a month was already contractually obligated to Jerry Pournelle, who turned in rambling columns about what new printers he'd bought and what he'd named them on the local network.

I'm not. Kidding. At all. And the worst part? By the time I'd been handed BYTE, the only readership that remained was like, seventy percent Jerry Pournelle stans, so that was what they were showing up for. We absolutely couldn't cut him even though he was eating up our whole budget and bringing in zero new readers.

Every month, I got a lot of great article submissions, from people who still knew BYTE by reputation. I needed 6-8 articles to make the issue. So every month I got to pick the best, circle back to them and explain that I could offer like $20 at most for their hard work, and that would mean offering somebody else $15, or $5.

A lot of them took it, just to have BYTE on their bylines. We were burning up our reputation and our readership, and I knew it, and I couldn't stop it. I just tried to pick the best, to do my best every month as we inexorably circled the drain.

I should have quit sooner. I'm glad I quit when I did. I will never go back to magazine editing.

But also, I will never stop loving BYTE and DDJ.

I'm still so sorry I couldn't save them. In their heyday they were wonderful! Before USENET, the way that nerds talked to each other was through magazines like BYTE and DDJ.

They were so cool, they really were.

*I could be wrong on the exact figures. I probably am. It was a long time ago and I didn't go back to verify. This is my best memory, but I know that memory on exact figures over a span of decades is probably going to be mistaken. But the sense of just watching something I loved and was responsible for being impossibly horribly squeezed to death slowly--that was real. I haven't forgotten that. I never will.

[marchsfreakshow]

Some Drunken Rambles [Colin Zabel]

Fluff

College is rough. Rightly so for someone you've seen around campus. So at a party, you decide to show him an alternative to shitty party beer.

College!Colin

another request by @vi0l3tluvsu bcs they're rlly smart nd come up w such fun concepts <33

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

College wasn't exactly a walk in the park, and that much was obvious quickly.

Your first visit to a party was overwhelming and only kept overwhelming. But they seemed to have way more alcohol than you would've expected. Drink after drink, and not just the stereotypical beer in a bunch of fridges.

There was plenty of drinks and people to go around. Lights invading your eyes, making your vision blue and purple at any second. The only thing that could be heard was some music. A tiny living room that was cramped up. A couple in every corner, drinking, making out, or arguing into eachothers ears. God, you had no idea why you came.

Sighing heavily, you pushed through a few people to head to the second kitchen the house had. It was quieter, for certain. Let you take a breather. There were more drinks that weren't shitty beer or Smirnoff Ice. A few people sat or stood, quitely talking as they took a moment.

And there was a kid you thought you recognised sitting at the small island. "Hey, Colin. Right?" You smiled, standing on the opposite side of the island. The guy looked up and blinked, not recognising you for a moment.

"Uh, Hi?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes for a moment to take any sleep or alcohol away. You quickly introduced yourself as someone from a shared class, and rested your crossed arms on the island. "Oh. Shit um, yea I knew you looked familiar."

"What're you doing sitting alone like a loner? Thought you weren't one for parties."

"Ah, well, y'know...need something to do."

"Study?"

"Then why are you here if you're gonna do the same thing?" You raised your eyebrows for a moment, looking momentarily surprised. Woah, was the alcohol talking or Colin being bitter for no reason? He noticed it and blinked. Furrowing his eyebrows quick and waving his hand in front of his face. "Sorry...sorry. Just, uh, yea."

After a moment of thinking, and looking around at the alcohol that was on the counter, you had an idea. "Well, how about something different from that shitty beer?" You suggested with a smile.

"like what?"

"...Wait there." You grinned, turning around and exploring the countertops. Colin watched you with drunk confusion, seeing you bring out a bunch of different syrups. He picked up some grenadine and read it with blurry eyes.

"grenadine? What's this for?"

You turned back around, grinning at Colin like a future bartender or something. "Making you some shots."

"shots? With... grenadine and blue curacao?" He asked, rubbing his eyes again.

"Yea, watch." Colin rested his head on his hands, watching you. He watched with interested eyes as you poured the grenadine, in a cocktail shaker. Then some crushed ice, bringing the small amount of grenadine up a bit. You hummed as you continued, the pineapple juice filling the metal cup to almost halfway up. Colin was almost surprised that you knew how to do something like this. He always saw you in lectures, and thought you were a big homebody.

Someone who never would even touch a low budget bottle of beer. Let alone something like this. "So, rainbow shots these are called Col." You chuckled, topping the metal cup with vodka and some of the blue curacao.

Immediately after, your hands went for the strainer, pouring the shots out into the shot glasses. Once done, you placed the metal cocktail shaker down, grinning again. "Done! Rainbow shots for the future detective."

"...Future detective?" He asked, staring down at the multi coloured liquids in the 7 shot glasses. A little flush going to his face. Like he didn't believe your confidence in himself. It made you giggle and you just smiled.

"Definitely. Okay you better drink these up now." You chuckled.

"You take one, I take the other." He suggested. You agreed quickly. Both of you alternated between the colours and downed 3 shots each. "...do you want the last one?" Colin asked with a raspy voice and throat from the shots. You shook your head, getting the alcohol down your throat and letting it settle in your stomach.

"nah you can have it."

"no you should."

"...nahh."

In the midst of your childish arguing, a drunk party goer picked up the red shot and downed it. "Jesus guys just fucking pick it up and drink it yeah?"

"Oi!" The both of you said out to the party goer as they walked off. You looked at eachother and just turned into a fit of giggles, realising how stupid it was. The both of you crossed your arms on the kitchen island and stared at eachother for a moment.

"make me some?" You suggested.

"Yea. Course."

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[eldizzle69]

“thinking their crush likes someone else”

masterlist

including :: Hotarubi

—Subaru Kagami

•genuinely heartbroken

•like I see him letting his thoughts get the better of him and telling him he was never good enough anyways.

•he might unconsciously avoid you, like he doesn’t mean to it just kinda happens.

•might look a little gloomy when your around.

•pls make it abundantly obvious you life him he would be so sad.

“Subaru can I ask you a… uh question I guess?” You spoke finally, and your words visibly caught the Hotarubi captain off guard. He gave a nervous nod to your question.

“Have I upset you?…”

“What?” His response was immediate, his eyes panicked. “N-not at all! Why would you think that?” casting his gaze down, he knew why.

“You’re avoiding me,” you said sternly and Subaru sputtered, “if I’ve upset you just tell me why….please?”

There was a long stretch of silence after that. Neither of you said a single thing, and Subaru refused to meet your gaze what so ever. So, you took that as his answer. Bitting your lip you lifted yourself from your seat and went to leave. You were into a few steps into leaving when a gentle hand frantically reached out and grabbed your own.

“I-I’m sorry,” Subaru said with a red face. Quickly he let go of your hand. Then the two of you were engulfed into more silence as Subaru collected his words.

“I like you…,” he said after a moment, with red ears. “A-and I know you like that guy from your anomaly law class but—“

“Why would I like him?” You cut him off, arms crossed. Subaru looked at you suprised and stumbled over his words, “w-well— you—“

“Subaru,” you said pulling him from his s rambled thoughts. Plopping down in front of him, to be eye to eye with him, you couldn’t help but grin. “The one I like is you Subaru.”

—Haku Kusanagi

•a little disappointed, but doesn’t let it affect him

•the way he treats you never changes, he’ll never lead on to being disappointed

•I don’t see him acting or doing much different than he normally does really.

•he still seeks you out to make sure your okay

•he’s just Haku, and that won’t change no matter how you feel about him.

“Penny for your thoughts?” The voice came out of no where, but the familiarity was comforting. Looking up at Haku you sighed and leaned back in the bench. You shook your head and closed your eyes for a moment. When you opened them again Haku was standing right in front of you.

“Well, clearly something is bothering you,” he hummed, crouching down in front of you, “you sure you can’t tell me what’s wrong?”

After a moment of silence you opened your mouth, “…there’s this guy I like…”

You didn’t catch it. It was a brief flash of disappointment that went over his features before he went back to his usual expression.

“Hey, what’s with that expression,” he hummed noting the almost sad look on your face.

“He just…… doesn’t seem to nice my advances..” you admitted defeatedly, fight off a strong blush. Haku hummed and placed a gently hand on your knee. “Well… you can’t make people like you back, but If anything that guys missing out.”

You only shook your head, “not really…”.

“Ah don’t say thattttt,” he said drawing out the last letter. Still kneeling down he gave your knee a pat, “seriously the guys gotta be lucky to have you running after him.”

“Well, do you consider yourself lucky Haku?” You murmured out quietly. Looking up from his hand resting in your knee you notes to shocked look on his face. He didn’t say anything and you bit your lip, “sorry… I’ll just go—“

“I consider myself extremely lucky, now that is,” he hummed not letting you finish. The grin in his face said what you needed to know.

—Zenji Kotodama

•This is so sad Siri play despacito

•definitely going to write sad songs on his biwa about his heartbreak.

•but despite how expressive he is, I see him hiding his heartache AND his crush.

•he knows he’s dead, and he also knows that, if you did like him back, it would be kind of tragic.

•he can’t help but think, if he were alive, could it ever be him?

The gently strum of Zenji’s biwa was the only sound heard in the deck of the Hotarubi pond. There was an odd sense of sadness etched in every note, something unusual of the musician.

“Why the sad song?” Your hummed glancing at the ghost from your spot laid out on the deck.

“Heartbreak is simply beautiful,” he said, his face plastered with a smile nonetheless. You quirked a brow and sat up from your laying position.

“And who exactly is getting their heartbroken?” You hummed, looking for the source of his inspiration. You had been around Zenji long enough to tell what he’s feeling, and you had the hunch this heartbreak was personal.

“No one dear,” he said simply, still strumming his instrument, “a simple thought has clouded my mind.”

“Or a simple someone,” you said your tone accusatory as you shuffled to sit directly next to him. His fingers paused for a moment, the area around you two falling still with silence.

“Might….i ask you a question?” Zenji said after some seconds. He didn’t look your way and his normal grin was nowhere to be seen. You gave a soft nod of approval. “If I were alive, would you ever choose me as a lover?”

The question made you pause, silence once again enveloped the two of you as you sat there wide eyed.

“Ah I see…,” Zenji spoke quietly, his fingers resuming their strumming. Zenji could accept this, he had accepted it for a long time. What he wasn’t expecting was for something—rather someone— to fly through him.

A thump drew his attention as he glanced over to see you lying face first on the deck. “[Na-name]!” He called with concern and you only peaked at him.

“You were always the first option Zenji.”

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Finally watched the hedgehog 3 movie and I LOVED IT

[Spoilers rambles under cut ]

I’M SORRY THE STRAIGHT UP VERTICAL AKIRA BIKE SLIDE OFF OF A TOWER INTO THE AIR????? THE WAY IT WENT FROM TOWER UNDER THE WHEELS TO JUST AIR????? SHADOWS EXPRESSIONS??? MARIAS ROLLERBLADES?????? WHEN I SAW THE BIKE SLIDE IN THE TRAILER I THOUGHT IT WAS ON SOLID GROUND, NO THEY FOOLED US IT WAS MID AIR AND IT WAS AWESOME. THE ‘I’M RIGHT HERE’ KILLED ME I’M IN A THOUSAND PIECES YOU BET I’M READING WAY TOO FAR INTO THAT listen hear me out I know someone has probably already said this but I’m insane about Maria and Tom doing the “who you are in here” and Shadow pointing there when he says I’m right here because hey listen that’s where he’s feeling all his pain that’s where he lives FACE IN HANDS I CAN’T ARTICULATE IT BUT IT’S SO GOOD. Listen, listen, it’s just a REALLY REALLY FUN MOVIE and I ENJOYED IT and I WILL WATCH IT AGAIN IF I CAN. I need a file of the movie so i can make an amv or SOMETHIGN THE FIGHT SCENES ARE SO NEAT I’M AAAAA OUGH “what was his name, Tom?” AND ACTUALLY LOOKS CAUGHT OFF GUARD WHEN SONIC PUNCHES HIM TO THE LITERAL M O O N i sound insane but listen listen LISTENNNNNNNNNNNNNN REVENGE GUAC THANKS FOR NOTHING. SHADOW????? SHADOW WAS INSANE VOICE ACTING OFF THE CHARTS ANIMATION FOR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS HURT ME HIS CAUTION AROUND MARIA WHILE SHE REMAINS THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THE WORLD TO HIM [FLIPS TABLE] GET ME OUTTA HERE I’MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FAMILY RACE HAPPY BEARTHDAY SONIC AND KNUCKLES??? OUGH UGH AAAAAA Kay, listen, I really loved the movie, if you haven’t seen it I would highly recommend it, it’s got the most absolute nonesense from the eggman side and the most hurt from the shadow sonic side and the most family ever from sonic and fam and Tom’s donut lord sweater is just as glorious as it looked in the trailer and okay okay I’m going to stop for now but I loved it, it was so much fun, it was so entertaining, i was smiling for so much of it, THE LASER DANCE IMCRYINGLKMDF I’m totally fineAMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY I DON’T EVEN GO HERE BUT I ENJOYED IT SO MUCH okay okay time to chill out it’s like bedtime for me i literally have a test tomorrow i have to sleep goodnight goodnight i loved this movie it brought me joy the angst was so good the MOON SCENE OUGH OUGH gngngnngn

[bananna-threads]

Oh wow, thanks so much for asking!! ❤ Nice to have someone be curious about my beast of a project. I have paused working on this for a bit, but I can show you where I left off!

Basically I need enough squares to fill up the skirt panel (pic on the right), plus one sleeve and one shoulder strap. I currently have 39 squares, and I estimate I need another 30? At that point, I'll piece them all together like I did with the back of the dress.

I'm not sure if you've seen any of my other posts, but my vision for this dress is actually to have one "night" side and a "day" side! (Excuse my mediocre drawing)

I do not yet have a plan for how the "day" side will all get layed out. My initial thought is to just sew up the mockup again, draw on where the sun and rays will generally fall, true up the lines, and then cut those to use as pattern pieces? I'm not exactly sure.

My biggest hurdle will definitely be actually quilting the damn thing. I haven't decided whether or not I want to try my hand at free motion quilting, or just send it to someone with a longarm. I'm not even sure if you can mount it onto a longarm since it's not a standard rectangle? These are questions that have caused a certain amount of trepidation when thinking about picking it back up again. BUT! I definitely do intend to finish it.

My new goal atm is to teach myself how to pattern draft, as I was inspired to learn by The Closet Historian (on YouTube)! My partner even got me a second hand projector that I've set up so I can cast digital patterns onto my fabric ❤. I'm trying to use Inkscape and Seamly2D to create digital slopers, and am close to finishing the bodice block. I set a goal for myself to have a mostly me-made wardrobe, and so I'm not allowed to buy any new clothes...which was a good idea until I started to outgrow all my old stuff 😅 I'm down to two pairs of non-stretch pants and some old t-shirts and sweaters. Hence why I'm focusing on creating patterns for some new stuff to wear!

Sorry to ramble about things you didn't ask about, but I will update if I make any more progress on Queen Mattress! 👸🛏 I imagine I'll make more squares here and there between other projects 😋

Back panels done, and roughly pinned in place to see how it lays! I was too optimistic with thinking that my 100 squares would be enough for both the front and back 😭 I only have 15 squares (plus one star) left over. Definitely not enough to fill the whole front panel. My guess is I need 50 more for everything including the shoulder strap and sleeve. I'm running out of fabric, plus I need to make 3 more stars for the front! So much left to do!

I was originally gonna put batting and a backing on the dress below the waistline but I'm starting to question that, because I do want the classic quilted look, but it would also make it really heavy...and possibly droopy looking? I'm really not sure. I am open to advice if anyone has some. Idk wtf I'm doing.

I've ordered another sapphire sky layer cake, which is what I've been using--except this time I got one that includes light blues as well, which will be perfect for tying the two halves together with similar fabric patterns. I already have some cool sky fabrics for the daytime side:

As always credit to Wombat Quilts for her Starry Night Quilt

[wands-natsthing]

I was thinking your starting as a teacher at nevermore (reader is a werewolf) and because they're living on site they only communicate with their husband through texts and stuff. They try to set up a date between the two of them but are denied over and over again, eventually they have a private meeting with Larissa to discuss how they're doing at the new job and they kinda just start rambling about it? Idk I just want comfort from tall pretty lady lol <333

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Hellooooo sooo THIS ISNT GREAT AT ALL! But It is a start to get back into writing and posting so I hope you enjoy anon!!

As usual feedback is more than welcomed!! And I enjoy reading the comments and things so much!!

THERES no warnings besides the fact that this is lowkey shit and I’m sorry!

Word count: 790 this is a rlly short one

Ily you all 🫶

Also barely proofread

As the school bell tolled, signaling the end of another day, you sat in your cozy but cluttered classroom. A stack of ungraded papers loomed large on your desk, along with the impending full moon later tonight, but your thoughts drifted elsewhere.

You glanced at your phone, hoping for a message from your husband.

Adjusting to this new job had been a challenge. Each day was filled of bright-eyed students and the unique quirks of teaching supernaturals with diverse powers. However, the real difficulty lay in living on-site while juggling a position that consumed most of your time.

While you tried your best to stay connected, he did not seem to return the same courtesy.

“Hey, love. Can we set a date soon? I miss you.”

Pressing send brought a mix of hope and anxiety. You often found yourself daydreaming of evenings spent together candlelit dinners outside under the stars or cozy nights in. But those moments had become nearly impossible recently, with the chaos of your teaching schedule and the everyday hurdles of werewolf life creeping in. It wasn't long before your phone buzzed.

“I’m busy at the moment. Let’s try again soon?”

Another letdown. You sighed, feeling the weight of disappointment settle heavily in your chest. You needed support and just wanted to share how your day went, stresses, and laughter with someone, anyone at this point.

As the days rolled on, this pattern continued. Text messages flew back and forth, filled with brief exchanges and promises of plans. Yet, the long separation gnawed at your heart, leaving you feeling lonely.

With a mountain of overdue papers to grade, you knew it was only a matter of time before Larissa Weems, the headmistress of Nevermore, summoned you for a private meeting.

You entered her office, nervously adjusting the collar of your shirt. Moonlight combined with a small table lamp lit the room. “Thank you for seeing me, Headmistress.”

“Of course, darling. And please call me Larissa when we're alone,” she said, gesturing for you to sit. Her voice was smooth and inviting.

“I wanted to check in on how you’re adjusting. Teaching at Nevermore isn’t a small feat, especially for someone new.”

“I appreciate that,” you replied, warmth flooding your face at the pet name. “It’s been… a challenge, but nothing I can't handle. The students are incredible,” you said with a small smile.

Larissa nodded, her expression thoughtful. “It’s okay to feel that way. It’s a lot to manage. I can’t help but notice you’ve been distant. Is it the job, or is something else troubling you?”

You hesitated, weighing your words carefully until finally, the dam broke. “It’s my husband. I've been trying to set up dates, but every time I try, something comes up. I just feel distant from him, and I didn’t expect it to hurt this much.”

Larissa leaned back in her chair, her gaze steady and warm. “Distance can be a heavy burden, especially when you're trying to maintain a connection with someone you love. It’s completely understandable to feel lost among the chaos.” She allowed a moment of silence for you to absorb her words before continuing. “You know,” she said, a playful smile dancing on her lips, “there are other kinds of connections that can help fill that void. Sometimes, a touch of companionship is just what one needs.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at a deeper meaning.

As you blinked in surprise, Larissa leaned slightly forward, light creating shadows that danced across her elegant features. “I admire your dedication to your husband, truly. But don’t forget to nurture yourself as well. You deserve someone to lean on, someone who can brighten your days… perhaps even a charming headmistress.”

You felt a flutter in your chest, a mix of comfort and thrill at her flirtation. “Larissa, I—”

“Look, you’re a remarkable person, and it’s only natural to crave connection. Life can be overwhelming, but it’s important to embrace all the experiences that come your way. Don’t be afraid to let yourself be cherished, even if it’s just for a moment.” With that, Larissa’s fingers brushed against your hand, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“You are not alone in this, and it’s okay to seek out something or someone that brings you joy.”

Your pulse quickened, caught off guard by the soft intensity of her words. “I’m trying to figure everything out,” you replied, feeling both reassured and intrigued by Larissa’s flirtatious words.

“Just remember, sometimes the heart knows exactly what it desires, even when the mind hesitates. And if you ever need a listening ear or some special company, you know where to find me.” She said with a wink.

“Now, about those ungraded papers?”

[magical-reid]

Tangled Thoughts

Pairing: Professor!Spencer Reid x TA!Reader

Word Count: 900

Prompt: 29: “I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

Summary: In a quiet seminar room, you nervously approached Professor Reid while he was engrossed in grading essays, eventually offering to braid his unruly hair to help him concentrate. After an awkward but sweet exchange, you completed the task, and though he returned to his work, the soft touch of his fingers on the braid suggested you may have left a lasting impression.

The seminar room was quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. Professor Reid was hunched over a stack of papers, his brows furrowed in intense concentration as he graded essays. He had a knack for getting lost in his work—so much so that sometimes you wondered if you even existed to him when he was like this.

You stood at the side of the desk, a notebook tucked under your arm as you waited for him to notice you. The man was brilliant—probably too brilliant for his own good—but his social awareness often lagged behind his IQ.

“Um… Professor Reid?” you finally prompted, your voice soft but persistent enough to pull him from the labyrinth of words on the page.

He looked up, startled, as if he’d forgotten he wasn’t alone. “Oh, uh, Y/N. Sorry about that.” His lips curled into a sheepish smile, his hand going to the back of his neck. It was something you’d noticed he did often when he felt awkward. Adorable didn’t even begin to cover it.

“No worries,” you said, trying not to let your heart race as he met your eyes. “I just wanted to drop off the attendance sheets from the last seminar.”

“Right, thank you.” He reached for them, his long fingers brushing against yours as he took the papers. It was the briefest of touches, but it sent a spark up your spine.

You shifted awkwardly, adjusting the notebook in your hands. You were about to excuse yourself when you caught sight of a strand of hair falling into his face. His usually neat curls looked particularly unruly today, like he’d spent the morning running his hands through them in frustration.

“Do you need anything else?” you asked, though your eyes betrayed you by flicking to the stray lock of hair.

He followed your gaze, then seemed to notice the state of his hair for the first time. A faint blush crept up his neck. “I—uh, no, I think that’s everything. Sorry, I didn’t have time to, um, fix it this morning.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I can braid your hair for you—” Your heart stopped as you realized what you’d just said. “I mean, only if you want,” you added quickly, your voice stumbling over itself in your panic. “You know, just to keep it out of your face while you’re grading. Not like I—uh…”

You trailed off, your cheeks burning. What had possessed you to say that?

Spencer stared at you, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, to your surprise, his lips quirked into a small smile.

“Really?” he asked, tilting his head in curiosity.

“Yeah,” you said, shrugging as nonchalantly as you could manage. “It’s not a big deal. My roommate in college used to make me braid her hair all the time during exam season. Helps with concentration or something.” You were rambling now, but at least it filled the silence.

He hesitated, his eyes darting to the papers in front of him and then back to you. “Okay,” he said finally, his voice soft. “If you don’t mind.”

You blinked. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Sure.”

Setting your notebook down, you moved behind him, your fingers twitching nervously. His hair was soft to the touch, the curls slipping through your hands like silk. You started separating the strands, your movements tentative at first but growing more confident as you fell into the familiar rhythm.

Spencer sat perfectly still, his posture rigid as if he were afraid to breathe. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the scent of coffee and the faint trace of some woodsy aftershave lingering in the air.

“You’ve got nice hair,” you said without thinking, then immediately wanted to slap yourself. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

“Thanks,” he murmured. “It’s, uh, not something I usually hear.”

“Well, you do,” you said firmly, your fingers deftly weaving the strands. “It’s soft. And the curls are really—” You stopped yourself before you could say pretty. “—uh, nice.”

You finished the braid a moment later, tying it off with a small elastic you’d pulled from your wrist. Stepping back, you felt a sudden rush of self-consciousness. “There. All done.”

Spencer reached up to touch the braid, his fingers brushing over it as if he couldn’t quite believe it was there. “Thank you,” he said, turning slightly to look at you. His eyes were warmer now, the earlier awkwardness melting into something softer.

“Anytime,” you said, smiling despite the nervous flutter in your chest.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then Spencer cleared his throat, his gaze dropping back to the papers on the desk. “I should, um, get back to grading.”

“Right. Of course.” You nodded, stepping toward the door. But before you left, you glanced back at him.

He was still touching the braid.

And you couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, you’d made an impression on him after all.

[marigold-field]

Headcanon for best friend dick Grayson who has a crush on you but you don’t know (can you include some jealousy blurbs?)

Thanks!

- Best Friend!Dick Grayson who harbors romantic feelings for you is just as chaotic as you’d expect

- You guys have such a close relationship. One of those ones where you feel you can tell each other anything and embarrassment doesn’t seem to exist when you two are together

- This was great first, until Dick realized his true feelings for you. Now it seemed as though flirting would be impossible, everything said being interpreted as a joke

- Definitely compliments you shamelessly, not only to send you a hint but also because he loves your reactions

“Man, you’re beautiful, ya know.” he said, yawning and stretching as he spoke to try his hardest to make his subtly flirtatious comment seem casual. Your focus immediately turned to him, a smile lighting up your face as you looked into his blue eyes in the mirror. The warmth that crept up to your cheeks was evident. You chuckled, “you’re not too bad yourself, Dicky.” He swears he almost had a heart attack.

- You guys often spend most of your time in each other’s company. Whether it’s dragging Dick along on your shopping trips (he will go out of his way to carry all your bags), last minute restaurant visits (he’ll be a total gentlemen; pushing your chair in for you, paying for the meal, holding the door), or just lounging around your apartment (he spends this time admiring all the bits of your personality he can’t seem to learn enough about), you two are inseparable.

- Let’s just say, you’ve definitely had a couple failed attempts at relationships because the guys/girls quickly picked up on your “friendship” with Dick.

- Those situations often left you confused, asking millions of questions and attempting to explain that two of you are just friends. They say something along the lines of, “Keep telling yourself that, you’ll see!”

- Unfortunately for Dick, as your “best friend”, he has had to witness many date night preparations and spent the entire time hoping that one day he’ll be the one you’re picking out dresses and makeup inspo for.

with mountains of clothes across the floor, haphazard piles of strappy heels askew, and lord knows how many purses littered across the floor; it appeared as though a tornado passed through your room. Dick sat criss-cross on top of a pile of cocktail dresses and watched as you continued to rummage through your closet, mumbling curses about how you didn’t know if it was a formal or casual kind of night. you were getting ready for a date with some guy from your book club. obviously, Dick was far from enthusiastic. he felt helpless. the woman he loved more than anything was getting ready to meet a guy that he knew, and Dick swears he’s not biased, could never make you as happy as he could. the thought of this guy holding your hand across the table, making you laugh at his jokes, and even leaning in for a kiss, made his stomach churn.

you suddenly turned around to face him, holding a deep blue sequined dress against you body, asking him if he thought it’d be a good choice. he couldn’t help but frown as he attempted to come up with a half-assed response. “it looks great, but maybe you should look for something more comfortable? don’t want you to be in itchy clothes for hours.” he mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse to keep you home for as long as possible. maybe even make you late—force you to cancel the date. however, you were far from dumb and had known Dick for too long to not notice something was bothering him. you threw the dress down on to the floor, allowing it to join the mess of your wardrobe, and dropped to your knees to make eye contact with him. you reached for his large hand as you studied his face, searching for signs of disdain or discomfort with squinted eyes. “what’s wrong? did i do something? i’m sorry to drag you into my mess.” you rambled, words coming out all at once. he immediately shook his head, “no, it’s not you—i promise. i’m here because i want to be,” he paused, “i just wonder if things could be different.”

you raised an eyebrow before speaking, “sorry, i’m not following?” he stood up then, rubbing his hand down his face as he walked to the other side of your room. you jumped up after him, following him and reaching to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Dick, don’t do this to me. this isn’t fair and you know it. i can’t help you if you don’t speak to me.” you whispered, your calm voice easing the tension he felt building inside him. reluctantly, he let out an exasperated sigh before speaking. “look, i don’t need help okay—it’s not anything like that. we can talk later i guess, i’ll leave so you can go on your date.” he spared you one last glance before walking out the room. knowing how stubborn he is, all you could do was remind him that you’d always be there to listen before letting him go on his way.

- after an interaction like this, he became noticeably distant as if he was hiding something. you definitely started to put the pieces together around this time

- i imagine you two having a movie night in your apartment when you find yourself more focused on him than the movie. stolen glances between you two, silently hoping the other would have a sudden surge of confidence and say those three words

- as you went to take another sneaky glance at him, you’re met with his eyes pouring back into yours

- wordlessly, he places hand on your cheek and leans in for a tender kiss

- albeit shocked, you quickly begin to kiss back and lean into his touch

- you two only stop when you realize you need to breathe, but not straying far from each other as your foreheads touched

- “i love you, dick.” you whisper, so quiet he almost misses it.

- the cheeky grin that appears on his face causes you to both giggle

a/n: I loved writing this! it’s my first time posting my writing of any sort so feel free to leave critiques and comments <3

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And being a doctor is a demanding job. Beyond stressful even. I know, I live with one and another who's aspiring to be one. I saw that they barely get any real "off the clock" hours. That is, if you wanna save lives. How it takes everything from them. Damian already does that as a vigilante, does he really need to do that outside of it too? Everything in his life just dedicated to everyone else? Nothing wrong with that of course and it's a VERY noble goal, but there's gotta be a break. A limit. He's already known as the "artistic" Wayne. Why not be an artist? People say it's symbolic for him to be trained to kill, but grow up to heal. He showed that healing through his own journey already. Is it not also symbolic for him to be raised to DESTROY his enemies with his bare hands, but instead choose to CREATE wonder with those very same hands? Stain them with paint instead of blood? Color the world- the city -that's been so dark and dull in his own way outside of the uniform. He was never the "light" as Robin, because his Batman (Grayson) didn't need that as much. But through his eyes, he can show how brightly Gotham can shine via canvas. If not, he could even be a vet! It's still healing another, but it's also something more attuned to his own personal interest rather than someone else's. (They already did the "exact same job as my predecessor" thing to Jon. This just feels like a different flavor of "becoming like my grandfather" again but instead of on Ra's side, it's Dr. Thomas.) Isn't it better to put Damian in a job he's been showing interest in since he was younger? Be it animals or art or something else. Rather than dedicate what half of his life is left for himself to The Cause, yet again. Plus, while the idea of "being forced to choose between saving a life in his day job versus his night job or fail both" as a dramatic scenario may sound interesting, in hindsight, this entire family has enough angst to last literal decades. He doesn't need to go through any more. Alfred (R.I.)Pennyworth already gave us that extra kick of trauma. Thanks. Let's not add to that. I'm rather tired of the trope. Though if you're saying it's also for him to have a connection to Thomas Wayne, boy, he's more connected to them than any of his siblings already. They're literally blood and if I was a grandparent or a parent in general, I think I'd be happier to see my child pursue their own dreams than just be a mirror of my own when they so clearly have an entirely separate interest. I'm not forcing anyone to agree with me or anything, but I'm just saying. It is something to think about... As for the "not turning your hobbies into your job" thing, yes, it doesn't work for everyone. But I know many others who have found the most fulfillment in going for it anyway. Let's not dismiss the whole for their parts. Because reducing hard-won "passions" to mere "hobbies" doesn't seem very respectful of their efforts. I mean, if you don't hate what you're doing even just a little, then you might not love it enough to push yourself harder for it, yeah? Okay. I'll stop rambling now. I didn't think I'd have that much to say about this until I started writing. Damn... Still, this was a take that's long been on my mind, so it's kinda nice to have it out there.

As an assassin, he kills.

As Robin, he saves.

As a demon, he destroys.

As Damian, he creates.

Something like that. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

-Bubbly💙

Damian Wayne becoming a doctor would is so funny from 'making his own path' point of view that I've seen it framed as, because both his grandfathers were in fact doctors, and both his parents studied medicine, so we're back on the 'destined by blood' path. I understand why people are glad he's getting some life goals other than wanting to be Batman in the future, but actually we're trading one "traditional" family occupation with the other.

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Highest Form of Empathy - Chapter 6

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Logan x empath!reader

It's a blessing and a curse, feeling other's pain. More so when you can take it away, albeit at the expense of your own peace. One-night stands were a usual for you. That's all this was supposed to be. But, seeing someone in so much pain, you couldn't leave him like that. You just couldn't. Besides, it's not like you'd ever see him again.....

Chapter CW: Relationship issues, Violence, Blood

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Mid-January, 2006

Westchester, New York

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You sit in your office checking over your appointment notes of the week, highlighting where needed and taking occasional sips of an energy drink Remy was kind enough to buy you during lunch period. It's kind of atrocious. The sickening aftertaste of cherry sweetener lingers in the back of your throat. But, hell if it didn't wake you up… 

Rubbing your face you play over your interaction with Logan from the morning just after his nightmare. The two of you have more or less ignored each other since then. But, how the fuck are you supposed to do combat training on Friday? Maybe, if you're lucky, the tension will subside by then. But, you doubt it.

There's a meek knock at the open door frame. You look up to find Rogue standing in the open doorway, arms over her chest. “Can I come in?”

"Hey, hon. Yeah, of course. What's up?" You rub your temple as you stumble over your words, and smile.

She takes a big step forward before quickly shutting the door behind her and saying, "What do I do if someone's avoiding me?"

You knit your brows together. "Can I ask who?"

She opens her mouth to speak, inhaling sharply, but closes it again. 

You figure it might be Bobby. There's been a recurring pattern, lately, where he'll give lots of attention before pulling away again soon after. You concluded maybe he repeatedly got comfortable, would think he didn't need Rogue anymore, then would come back on his knees when he did miss her. You figure he must be going through his own torment. You never tell her that, though. It's not your job. Besides, it would probably sound worse out loud than it does in your head. 

But, still, you gave the best advice you could. You suggested drawing a hard line between herself and him for boundary-sake until she was ready to have a proper conversation about the relationship. You also recommended imagining a stop sign or door when anxieties about the situation pop up. Especially when the mansion is so small, and it’s easy to run into people. You thought those techniques were working so far, but now she’s-

"Logan won't talk to me," she blurts out.

Oh… Maybe you were a little off. Standing, you gesture for her to have a seat in one of the green chairs.

“Sorry, I know we’re not scheduled until next week, but-.”

“No! Don’t worry,” you reassure, shaking your head. “Mind if I take notes, anyway?”

She shakes her head, prompting you to grab the teal notebook from your shelf and sitting in the green chair adjacent to her. You sit in silence, waiting for her to talk. She doesn't meet your gaze, preferring to stare at the snow falling outside.

“Wanna tell me anything specific?” You prod gently.

"It’s just,” she begins, clearly exasperated. “I know he just got a promotion and is probably busy with the new workload and all. But, when I try to talk to him, he's so short with me. I tried talking to him during lunch, but he kinda sat there in silence the whole time. When he did say something, he just kinda grunted or was like ‘Mhm, yeah’. It's like he's pulling away, but I don't know why."

"I see." You nod as she rambles, and you take in yet another thing that you have to wonder whether it’s your fault or not. "Did you ask him about it?"

"Yes!" She nearly shouts. "Twice yesterday and once the day before. But, he just tells me he's fine and not to worry. Just said he's got a lot to deal with. It’s like he doesn’t want me around no more. I’m worried I did something." She seems at a loss, and you place your elbows on your knees so you can look her in the eye.

"I'm sure it's not your fault," you say. Regardless of your personal feelings on Logan, Rogue's habit of self-deprecation takes priority for you. If you can stop any line of thinking before it starts it might as well be this one. Besides, from how Rogue talked about him, you have to imagine she's pretty important to him, even if he seems to be a bitch to everyone else.

"I just... It feels like he was the only one I could talk to. No offense!" She brings her hands up in a surrender. "I just know you're so busy."

"No, no. I understand." You nod with a chuckle. It's not a surprise to you. You and Rogue need to keep a level of distance and professionalism given your other clients being her peers. "Is Logan really the only person you feel comfortable talking to?"

"Well," her face goes a slight shade of pink and you feel a hint of embarrassment waft off her. "I guess there's one person..."

"And, you trust them?"

A shadow of a smile graces her lips as she nods. "I don’t wanna be a bother."

"People who care about us want to help us, Rogue. But, we need to let them. Sometimes we need to be the one to reach out first, and that can be scary for a lot of people. But, if you’re close enough to trust them like that, they could be willing to help."

“Maybe you should tell Logan that.” It’s a joke, but her words still make you cringe, and you grimace as she continues. “I just wish I could help him the way he’s helped me.”

“I’m sure he’ll come to you when he’s ready. Until then,” you start writing in your notebook. “Can you tell me about this other person? What are they like?”

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This is all so unfair. You've barely slept all week, kept awake by Logan's nightmares. For some reason, you just can’t shut out even the faintest feel of terror he radiates. You’re lucky if you get even four hours of sleep. Now, you’re expected to fight him, too.

Under normal circumstances, fighting someone twice your size and weight wouldn't be a daunting task. You've done it several times, having been your teachers’ best fighter back in high school and college — the private lessons probably helped, especially when you began adding knives to your fight style. But, on top of your lack of sleep, this guy can't stand the sight of you and, come to find out, has fucking metal for bones! You can't help but feel fucked over by the whole mess as you hardly stand a chance. But, at least it's just hand to hand. No weapons until Charles could get his hands on some special metal you can't remember the name of.

You pull at the sleeve of your combat shirt, a long sleeve top with wetsuit-like material, and make your way to the other side of the large ring as Colossus shuts the door behind you. You breathe deeply, in and out, as you review the information Charles gave you about your opponent. On top of having metal-plated bones, he can heal from mostly anything, so if he's hurt, don't panic. But, don't get careless.

The rules themselves are simple enough. No dirty moves. Corner him or get him to surrender.

"Don’t worry, doll. I'll go easy on ya. If you don't believe me, you could always check." Logan’s words are condescending behind you. He must've heard you meditating.

"I'm never getting inside that head, again," you mutter, holding back a shudder. Does he always have to be this insufferable?

"Stances," you hear Colossus say beside you.

Turning around, you face Logan and look through your lashes at him. You watch as he cracks his neck. The sound of metal clinking accompanies it, and you cringe at the unnatural sound. Then, he hunches his body, fists out to the side, as if preparing to run.

"Ready..."

You can feel the blood rushing to your ears while you adjust your feet into a secure position. 

When Colossus presses a buzzer, you let out a deep breath as Logan charges towards you. Throwing tension into your legs, you make your way towards him, picking up speed the closer he gets. He's a couple feet away from you when you touch your feet to the ground and jump cleanly over him, twisting in the air. Wasting no time, you hit the back of his neck with your elbow and quickly back away, arms shielding your face.

Logan steadies himself and whips around to face you before he charges again, throwing a punch at your stomach which you dodge with ease. They keep coming, one after the other, and he's slower than you expected.

You manage to block one coming towards your stomach, and duck the next one, turning on the ball of your foot as you knock his feet out from under him. He goes down like a tree. But, before you can pin him, he rolls out of the way and swipes at your feet with one leg. You catch yourself on your arm before rebounding up, just in time to catch him standing. You punch him in the nose before kicking him in the stomach, and he stumbles back. You watch as blood slowly trickles down his nose.

"Going soft on me, hon? Scared to hit a woman, or can you just not pull it together? Thought you were our best fighter." You chuckle, pride getting the better of you. But, regret sets in when his face shifts.

"Oh?" He asks with a challenging sneer. Then his face darkens, a realization seeming to cross his face. “Oh, ok.” You feel his anger begin to heat up.

He runs again, and you snap into focus just in time to block a couple hits coming towards your arm and sides. He’s fast now. Really fast. He swings at your face, but you catch his wrist with your hand and twist his arm which proves to be difficult given his strength. It's enough for you to duck out of the way. But, he takes that chance to hit your back with his elbow, knocking you off balance.

You fall forward on your hands and decide it's safer to roll forward onto your shoulder and out of the way. Just in time, too, as a fist pounds into the place you just stood, metal clanging accompanying it. What the hell? Is this guy's trying to fucking kill you?

You charge at him and find an opening to swing at his arm, then his abdomen, and you hear him groan in response before another, heavier, wave of anger from him, closer to rage now, washes over you. He swings at you and you stumble backwards as his fist collides with your face. There's a metallic smell in your nose and you open your mouth to breathe, hoping to avoid inhaling blood into your windpipe. You don't notice immediately, but your head is spinning, too.

Fuck.

He throws two punches at your head, both of which you duck away from before pulling your fist back and plunging it towards his shoulder. But, he catches it and pulls you to the side, knocking you off balance. You barely register his elbow colliding with your ribs before you fall to the side only for him to catch you and shove you against the nearby wall, one arm holding your shoulders in place.

You stare, eyes wide and breathing shallow, as three metal claws protrude from his knuckles and point at your jugular. Your stomach clenches as you stare at the light glinting off them. Your toes barely touch the floor and you can feel steady streams of blood flow from your nose. You grab onto his arm, hoping not to slip and fall, and you fight against your urge to struggle. 

Charles didn't tell you about this. Why didn't anyone fucking tell you about this? The knives of special metal that Charles mentioned make a little more sense now, and it finally occurs to you that this man might be a little dangerous. Scratch that. He is dangerous, a fucking weapon. He's a fucking weapon who's pissed as fuck at you, and you're locked in the room with him inches from your face.

"Enough!" Colossus yells as he walks towards the both of you. You hadn't noticed until now, but he was calling Logan's name the whole time he was beating you into the concrete.

Logan retracts his claws, the skin gruesomely knitting itself back together before your eyes, before letting you go. Your knees give out under you, and you collapse to the floor. You spit out blood, and tears blur your gaze as you try to pull yourself together. Screwing your eyes shut, you yell, "Are you fucking psychotic?"

"What? Too hard, now?" he drones above you, walking away. "It's combat training, bub."

"So, you try to kill me?"

"Some people get angry when their heads get fucked with," He spits. You look up to see he's facing you now, stopped in his tracks. 

Ignoring the hand Colossus offers for help, you put your weight against the wall and claw your way to your feet before wiping your nose. "Look here, dipshit. I get that you're angry. But, this is stamina training. Training! You outclass me by one- fuck, maybe two hundred pounds. You were not supposed to knock my damn lights out." You pant. You feel his anger matching yours by now as red clouds your vision, but you can't find it in you to care. Maybe he does have a right to be upset, but this reaction was so disproportionate to anything you did or could’ve done that you're surprised he wasn't pulled off of you the second he so clearly snapped. Wasn't that the point of supervision?

"Maybe you're out of your league, little girl."

"Oh go choke on-"

"Enough!" Colossus shouts beside you, his booming voice shutting both of you up. "Both of you. You act like toddler!"

You avert your gaze and take a deep breath. Then another. Then one more. The pang of tightness in your side where he whacked you becomes more apparent. Exhaling one last time, you begin to make your way towards the door, avoiding Logan's face. "Learn to fucking control yourself," you say, bumping your shoulder into his arm as you leave.

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"Well, your vitals are fine," Storm says, looking over the monitor. "Just a couple bruises."

You sigh heavily and remove the bloody tissue from your nose. You inhale sharply as Bobby moves his icy hand from your cheek to your ribs.

"Sorry," he mutters under his breath.

"You’re fine, hon." You give him a reassuring smile as he looks up at you, clearly not expecting you to have heard him. He really is a sweet kid.

"You're lucky," Storm says as she comes to stand before you. "Not a lot of us last so long when sparring Logan. I’m surprised you’re not concussed after that blow to the head, too." She's trying to reassure you, but it falls flat when your vision was so tunneled only moments ago.

"Yeah, well, not a lot of you have had to fight for your life," you retort, shooting her a glare. You never bothered telling anyone what went down between you and Logan, but you were really considering it, now. Maybe some context could get you out of training with him.

As if fate wasn't cruel enough, lovely Scott walks right through the door. "I take it you know who you're dealing with now?" He gives you a sickeningly sweet smile and nods to Bobby's hand on your side. Poor Bobby, caught in the middle, keeps his attention on your bruise, which is quickly darkening.

You shoot Scott a venomous look, wondering what it would be like to slide a blade through his glasses and into his head right about now.

"What?" He asks with a smirk.

"You're a dick," is all you give him.

His eyebrows raise in what looks like genuine surprise, though you can't really tell. "...Ok."

You turn your attention to Storm again. "Is he always like this?"

"Scott or Logan?" That makes you chuckle. You see Scott's mouth fall open in your periphery, and you don't bother hiding your chuckle.

"Logan," you clarify.

Storm looks at Scott wearily.

"Usually no," he says.

"Actually, he usually holds back when fighting." Storm says as she goes to take the blood pressure and oxygen level readers off your arm and finger. “He’s not stupid. He knows how big he is.”

"Rogue says he's been off lately," Bobby chimes in. Upon realizing the three of you are staring at him he goes on. "Maybe something happened."

"Try not to judge him harshly." Storm gives you a look of worry.

"What, so I just cater to him like a spoiled brat?" Your voice goes up an octave. You can't be hearing this correctly. "He's a grown ass man. He doesn't get to pitch a fit like that." You gesture out with your hands until Bobby grabs your waist to hold you still, causing you to grunt at the sudden increase in cold air. Scott and Storm stare at you awkwardly while Bobby puts his focus back into the temperature of his hand.

You see Scott shift from foot to foot as he goes to speak. "Um...Storm and I have something to discuss." He motions with his head for her to follow him. “Professor needs us.��

She puts a hand to your shoulder and gives a look of encouragement before she walks away, leaving you and Bobby in an awkward silence.