#while uncontrollably geeking out

[the-shiftshop]

H for Henry?

Monday morning. I'm supposed to go on a date with a girl I met on Tinder tomorrow. As an asian geek with no amazing body, nor something other people would find attractive with, I wanted to look good on my very first date.

My roommate, Henry, was kind and supportive for it. He's very fond of dressing well so he did all he could to make sure I will look great when I finally meet the girl, and so he let me borrow some of his clothes.

He helped me get dressed. After wearing it all up, he decided to add finishig touches. He pulled a necklace from his pocket and handed it over to me.

"H?" I asked, "Wouldn't it be weird if she sees me with an initial of your name, Henry?"

"That's not really what the H is for. Just try it out, Dennis, and let's see." He replied

As soon as I wore his necklace, I started to feel an impressively pleasurable feeling that washed down my body. At first, it just feel as if I'm all relaxed, but when I sat down on the bed, my whole body started to feel so sensitive. Even just my skin feeling the confines of my clothes sends shivers down my spine. Sooner or later, I felt my cock tent. I realized then that I'm so horny. My hands moved to paw on my errection as it started to grow. My other hand felt up inside the shirt I was wearing to tease my nipple, realizing that my chest is starting to lose fat and get replaced by muscles.

I looked at Henry as he moved closer to me.

"H can mean a lot of thing, but one things for sure." Henry grabbed my chin to make me look directly into his eyes.

"Horny."

I groaned as I felt more uncontrollable lust wash all over me.

"and the other would be..." He pulled my face near him, matching our lips as they level to each other.

"Himbo."

It's like a command. As soon as he said that, my mind cleared out. I couldn't help but just give a smirk as I feel my horniness rise up with Henry in front of me.

"Mmhmmm, broooo...." I groaned as I started to feel more muscles begin to fill up the clothes he made me wore. I couldn't think if anything else but to get some tight pussy to fuck. God, I can't wait to hook up with that girl tomorrow.

"Hairy." He added.

My face started to get itchy and my right hand that I was using to play with my nipple rose up to sratch it, feeling my facial hair fill up to a trimmed beard. My chest also filled up with hair as the thin ones on my arms and legs started to thicken.

"Homo." He finished

My eyes widened. At first, I wanted to push bro away because he called me a Homo, but isn't he right?

"Bro.... You're so.... close..."

"Yeah? Watchu gonna do about it, big guy?"

With his fingers still on my chin, he pulled me in for a kiss. I returned back, giving him the deepest kiss. He climed up the bed, spreading my legs and his legs in between mine. As we kiss, we starting taking off each other's clothes. Well, isn't what I'm wearing also his? Haha.

I feel his hard cock grinding against mine through each other's pants. We broke the kiss for a bit so we can take each other's pants off.

"God, bro... You're hugeeee..." I trailed off, looking at his cock.

"You're 'Hung' too, big guy." He winked at me, and soon, like a command, my cock started to grow bigger too. I moaned loud as I gripped on it, growing from its 5 inch to an 8.

Henry dove back and continued kissing me. His hand now gripping on my cock. His kisses went down to my neck, then to my nipples. Goddd! I'm so sensitive! He's jerking me off while licking my tits! His cock, softing poking my ass.

"Fuck, bro... I want you..." I moaned.

"Yeah, big guy?" Henry said in between kisses.

"Fuck me, bro. I want your dick in my ass."

Henry didn't have to be told twice. He pulled my legs on top of his shoulders, and soon, he was pushing his cock in me.

"Ooohhhh, broooo! That's soooo....." I groaned as he slowly pushed it.

"You're so tight, big boy!" Henry said.

"Fuck me hard, now. I want it bro!"

"Yeah? You want it hard?"

"Make me bust my nut!"

Henry moved in, pushing hard, then back out. Slow at first, but soon he was fucking me like a crazy. His cock, making it all feel good inside. His hand on my cock.

He was so good, he was kissing me while he fuck my wits out. God, I'm so horny and gay for my bro.

"Bro! Bro! I'm...!"

"Yeah? Let it out, big buy!"

"Fuckkk!"

"I'm close too- I'm!"

Henry pulled out, jerking both of our cocks. Then our gate just bursted open and we came at the same time. His cum mixing with mine as we emptied out our balls all over my abs and chest.

"G-God, bro... That's so goood..."

Henry fell on top of me, our cum smearing all over our bodies. We hugged each other as our lust subsided.

"Wish that wouldn't be the last time, bro..." I whispered into his ear.

"Me too..." Henry said, his arms tightening up around me. "I've always liked you and I don't wanna let some girl take you away."

I took a deep breath. Henry's sudden confession didn't feel too bad. If I'll be honest, I started to feel more comfortable now. Realizing what magic he did to me, I don't think I mind. Henry's a nice guy. He did a lot for me. It might've been he change, but I remember telling my best bro that I would go out with him if I was gay. I hold onto the necklace and thought of something.

"We can make it last forever, you know." I said.

"How?" He lifted himself off, looked at me in the eyes.

I took the necklace off and wore it around his neck.

"H-...." I hesitated, being a himbo now kinda made me forget the right word.

"Husband."

Henry's eyes widened as we feel our new wedding rings appear on our fingers.

[ashomodeus]

PLEASE WE NEED PART 2, I'm begging you!

You ask you shall recieve.

Thank you Beyonce for the Geek bar.

Why is it Monday I don't wanna work.

Types of kinks the datebles (Plus Raph, Mephisto, and Thirteen) have.

cw: Gn!Mc, poor grammar, kinks

Part one ft The Bros

Solomon

♡ Temperature play

~ He loves to get cocky and mess with sensations. Wax, Ice, small things. He has this constant fantasy of having an ice cube in his mouth, dragging the cold cube down Mc’s body. Leaving trails of water, he can lick later.

~ He hates heat, but he loves dripping wax on Mc. He wouldn’t mind if the wax was dropped on him.

~ The slight burning sensation would bring him over the edge. There’s something so sensual about being able to admire Mc’s body while tracing their curves.

~ He has wanted to insert an ice rod into Mc or himself to see how much either of them could take.

~ Temperature play involves a lot of trust so he would feel so honored to have that trust from Mc. He wouldn’t say it but it turns him on more.

Diavolo

♡ Katoptronophilia (Mirror sex)

~ Diavolo loves to have Mc sit between his legs as they both stare into a mirror. Both nude and just the two of them. He admires both sights. He loves to take in the before… and the after.

~ There’s a mirror on every side of his bedroom. He wants Mc to know how good they look as he thrust into them.

~ Contrary to popular belief, Diavolo used to hate the look of himself. He was very insecure with his intimate acts. He’s supposed to be the demon king soon, so that means every part of him needs to be perfect.  The mirror idea came to mind to make sure he was doing everything correctly, but soon enough… it turned him on to see how well he was pleasing the person he was with.

~ That kink became stronger as soon as he met Mc. He loved whispering how good they looked. How much of a mess they are with his cock in their mouth.

~ He knew pictures would never suffice but the memories of the mirror would stay with him.

Barbatos

♡ Praise kink

~ Barbatos would love Mc to tell him how good he’s doing. He’s a butler and loves to please other but he’s certainly not a mind reader.

~ Barbatos considers moans as the biggest form of praise, so sue him if he just wants to make Mc scream out his name.

~ He loves to give back the praise in return, especially when Mc goes down on him. He seems like such a calm demon who doesn’t need anyone’s opinion about him, but the more praise, the more it makes him melt.

~ Barbatos always hopes Mc would mention how good he is in bed just so he can out do himself the next time.

Simeon

♡ JOI (Jerking off instruction)

~ Jerking off instructions seems like a kink for someone who doesn’t know what they are doing but it’s the opposite actually. Simeon wants to be Mc’s one and only and he wants that same respect.

~ This is a bonus for Mc and Simeon especially since the two do not share the same dorm. He loves calling Mc in the middle of the night and instantly saying “Why don’t you put your hands down your pants for me and show me how much you wish I was there”

~ To control when They are able to cum or even get off makes Simeon rock hard. Some nights he does have this uncontrollable urge to just head over to HOL in the middle of their late-night calls just to see Mc finish at the sight of him.

~ He would match the energy as he softly moans Mc’s name on the phone just to pout when Mc says hands off.

Raphael

♡ Dirty Talking

~ Gasp an angel into Dirty Talking. He loves pulling Mc aside and telling them all the things he would do to them. He loves to verbally tease Mc as well.

~ He might not talk much but that’s just because he knows he shouldn’t say what he’s thinking.

~ Raphael would be staring off into space and Mc would ask him what’s wrong. He would look around and pull Mc close. “You see that table there. Wouldn’t it be nice if you were sprawled out on that table taking every inch of me like the good love you are” As Mc gets flustered with the comment Raphael would have a plain expression but his cock would be trying to escape his pants.

~The text messages between him and Mc should never be shown to anyone else. The detail and wording would be enough to make either of them cum in an instant.

Mephisto

♡ Pleasure Dom

~ Mephisto can have anything and everything whenever he wants. But he would love to be the one in control.

~ He noticed doing smaller things like getting them a piece of candy would have them excited. He found that extremely cute, but he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to completely take care of them.

~ Imagine Mephisto’s reaction when Mc told him that no one has ever made them cum. Not even themself. Mephisto was thrilled at the challenge but after the first time he was completely hooked.

~ When it came to intimacy Mephisto wanted Mc to be the center of attention and getting Mc off got Mephisto off. He wanted to make them cum over and over and over again till they were no longer thinking .

Thirteen

♡ Ownership Kink

~ Thirteen likes to be private and keep to herself, but that doesn’t mean she’s not possessive. She wants everyone to know that Mc is hers and only hers.

~ She loves to tell Mc what to do and what Mc to know that they are her property and no one else’s toy.

~ She likes to give them a collar to wear but it’s not an obvious collar. Just something for others to know to back of. She loves to queen Mc.

~ Something about sitting on their face as her cum and juices get all of their face making sure to remind them that they belong to her.

~ She loves to mark up Mc everyday to make sure that’s all hers.

[suzukiblu]

In the Superboy Switch, is Jay a speedster? I'm not entirely familiar with the supers in Jons age group

Honestly I barely know anything about them either, aside from Jon and Damian, but he is not! I . . . actually genuinely don't even remember if Jai West is even an actual speedster or not, tbh, I know he at least for a while in there didn't have powers at all due to Weird Twin Shit and I'm not sure they were even technically "speedster" powers when he did, but actually the Jay I'm using in Superboys Switch is Jay Nakamura, who's a love interest of Jon's in the comics post his age-up.

They were together for at least a couple years in, like, out-of-comic time, though I think they've since broken up and I'm not sure how much he's currently around. Either way I still think he's a really interesting character and a really interesting person to pair with a Super because HIS powerset is literally just, like, a phasing ability that apparently actually somehow works faster than Kryptonian superspeed where he just literally CANNOT be physically injured, as far as I'm aware. Like, just full-stop, phase through anything, either deliberately or on an uncontrolled reflex, depending. So like, not really an offensive power at all, but also just someone that just CANNOT be threatened in the same way as like, a Lois Lane can.

He is, relatedly, from a country that got unjustly overthrown and whose new administration (cough cough dictatorship) apparently wound up producing metahumans as an actual EXPORT, disturbingly enough--those experiments being the source of his own ridiculously OP if incredibly niche powers--and also kind of a self-employed internet journalist who runs an underground news site and a dude who was way more geeked-out over meeting Lois Lane than meeting Superman. His hero name is "Gossamer", though I don't know how much he's really used it or how concerned he is about having a secret identity or not, given his whole thing being "literally cannot be hurt" and also, like, some personal emotional damage he's got going on.

For reasons I expect will be immediately obvious when looking at the pic of him I'm about to include at the end of this post, some people apparently call Jon/Jay "Pink Kryptonite" as a ship name, which has fucked up many a Tumblr and/or Google search for me when I just wanted to find that one dang Supergirl page with Clark flirting up Jimmy, lol. Ngl, search result issues aside I do find the name kinda funny/ironic anyway since what would pink kryptonite even DO to a bi dude, genuinely, but like, we all know I've had some questions about the actual effects and implications of pink K percolating in my queer lil' brain for a queer lil' while now, lol.

Anyway: behold, a man!! Well, a metahuman underground reporter who should maybe go to therapy in a way that I don't think canon has yet acknowledged or is yet capable of achieving.

[wesleycrushers]

Hey, I need the lore on the Wil Wheaton national TV fiasco. I'm intrigued.

I apologize for letting this sit in my inbox for a hot minute, being an adult with responsibilities and stuff is stupid 😒 (especially when you have an uncontrolled chronic illness on top of it, but anywho)

my time has finally come

okay I lied just a little because it wasn't technically Wil Wheaton that made fun of me, but you'll get what I mean in a moment

So about ten(ish) years ago, Wil had a short lived series on Syfy called the Wil Wheaton Project and for those unfamiliar, he would basically discuss the geek news of the week (like, I know Gotham was airing at the same time, so he would often talk about the latest episode) and there were sketches and guest stars and things of that nature.

But, let me give you some context on me ten years ago, so I can really paint the picture of how batshit this was for me. So, I would've been around 19, maybe 20, at that time, and I had just watched Next Gen for the first time and instantly fell in love (it was actually the first star trek series I had seen, and it's what got me into it). But, not only did I love the show and characters as a whole, I was OBSESSED with Wesley in particular (and Data, but that's not relevant to this story), and at that point in my life I was so much worse than I am now in the sense that, when I was fixated on a certain character, I was FIXATED. Which made me want to look up what Wil was doing in the present day. (it certainly didn't help that i developed a brief little crush on adult Wil). Like, I bought and read his book, I watched and rewatched every movie of his I could get my hands on (Toy Soldiers and Stand By Me in particular were practically playing on a loop), I would rewatch the Wesley episodes like. It was bad lol

So, when I found out he was going to have a new show on Syfy, ofc I was super thrilled and my ass was SEATED from day one when it first premiered. I would faithfully watch it every single week while live tweeting. But, obviously the only episode I ever missed live ended up being the one where I was mentioned lmao I can't remember exactly why I couldn't watch it right away, it's been ten years lol But, I think I was just out or something so I had my DVR set. Normally I would've just watched it the second I got home, but my Mom really enjoyed it as well so I promised I would save it until the next night so we could watch together. As soon as I said good night to her, I logged onto twitter and. all these random people were tweeting me and retweeting a couple of my tweets and I was like "????" I used twitter a lot back then, but I still like. my following was very modest, and I was only involved in one (1) fandom on there, so things like that did not happen to me. And what's worse, the first few people that tweeted at me didn't really explain why?

BUT THEN. I got to one that I still remember it to this day both because it's when I was sort of clued in to what had happened and also because the tweet itself was kinda funny to me. It said something like "just watched the wil wheaton project and immediately had to run to twitter to see if you're real, I'm so glad you are. Have a good evening!" and that's when the adrenaline kicked in. I saw a few more tweets mention the Wil Wheaton Project so at this point I'm literally shaking lmao and I ran into my Mom's room to show her and to freak out a little so she's like "alright, let's go watch it"

And we're watching it, and everything's normal, Wil's just talking about the nerdy stuff that happened that week and I'm just getting more confused as to what I had to do with this BUT THEN

(as a sidenote, they obviously showed my twitter username, but I'd rather not repeat it here because I started it when I was a very young teenager and I no longer have access to it and I'm sure there's stuff on there from past me that would get me doxxed and killed on the "we piss on the poor" no nuance website)

Anyway, he had this segment with Skeletor where Skeletor would read mean tweets, and since this was the season 1 finale (which, unfortunately, also turned out to be the series finale), Skeletor was reading tweets disparaging the Wil Wheaton Project. AND THEN ALL OF THE SUDDEN, MY TWEET POPS UP ON THE SCREEN BEHIND WIL AS HE SAYS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF, "I happen to know a lot of people like watching the show. For example, [REDACTED] said, 'My Tuesday isn't complete without a new episode of the #WilWProject :)'"

and that's about where I burst into (very excited!) tears lmao my mom had to lovingly shush me because she was trying to hear what was being said but I was too busy crying

So, then Skeletor made comment about how I must be a woman of sophistication before he pulled up another one of my tweets that read, "I love sitting on countertops and I don't know why" and then he said one or two more things making fun of me and my love of sitting on countertops and that was about it lol

But the thing is, those two tweets were not back to back. I was a young millennial on social media, I was posting every damn thought that popped into my head lmao and idk when they started planning out the next week's show and writing the jokes, but there's about a 50% chance that either Wil himself or someone on his team saw some of tweets where I talked about how adorable I thought Wesley was in his uniform 🤦🏻‍♀️ (I like to imagine my absolute nightmare scenario where Wil and maybe a few writers are all sitting around some table and my tweets are just projected onto a screen in the front of the room or something. I don't want to be corrected if that's not what happened, I'd rather just live with that image forever 😂)

Anyway, I can't remember exactly how long it was after that happened, but I believe it was at least a few days, Wil posted on his website that unfortunately, the show had been canceled. Except he titled that particular post with "if you like sitting on countertops..." which was so bittersweet for me. Like, I was obviously super bummed his show hadn't made it but it was so exciting that I wasn't just a blip on his radar, like I was still a part of the running gag! And, as I said, it's been a decade since this happened but I still think of it at least once a year on the anniversary, if not more often, because it was legit one of the top 5 moments of my life lol

I've always hoped that I would get to go to a convention or something and meet him so I could be like "I'm the countertop girl!" but sadly, especially with COVID, that hasn't happened yet. Perhaps someday :)

[idkjustlemmedrownlikerab]

I just finished reading Winterlude by the lovely @otrtbs and might I just say it healed something in me which Art heist baby! broke, I also kinda get why its the fav child (Like I didn't even see the mcd tag in ahb! but I knew Regulus was gonna die coz it ties the whole story together, personally I don't feel like the point would've driven home if he stayed alive and I love how Nat wrote the story so that Reg is actually satisfied by the time he dies, coz he got his brother back, fell in love, was loved back and was immortal for a while, not the way he ever imagined but still)

This is not to say that I didn't sob uncontrollably during the Copenhagen chapter and pretty much every one after that, I even have a pink sticky note in my room to remind me of the misery I suffered.

Anyways back to winterlude it was soo cute, being a Regulus kin I completely understood how he felt, being overshadowed by Sirius, always feeling like he is not in on a joke the whole world knows about, wanting and hoping for his mother to reach out when he knows its never gonna happen but whatever he does he can't extinguish that little flame of hope.

I absolutely loved Regulus' internal monologue sm tho how its always sassy and snarky and he just can't hold it in around James coz he just makes him feel that comfortable. I missed all the other characters a lot since we only see Sirius as a main character along with James and Regulus ofc while some of the other made an appearance. I did miss Barty and Evan tho but the amazing writing made up for it.

Loved the fact that the author basically geeked about art restoration the whole time as a person who is obsessed with art history and art crime for the longest time, restoration is not something I had explored much but this makes me want to.

Also Ruby and Ziggy??? Honestly I get Regulus, I would too run out wearing the most ridiculous outfit to get a glimpse of James Potter riding a motorcycle.

And I really appreciated the innuendos they made the whole time in the studio, all in all it was a very nice read and is being added to my comfort reads right there with just lovers.

Thank you for coming to my rant y'all

[willowsages-blog]

Johnny Knoxville vs. MySpace x female reader

Description: Johnny is trying to figure out MySpace, and that doesn't work for him without you and Rebecca messing with him while filming him.

I made a profile for myself on MySpace, and there's a bunch of Johnny Knoxville profiles, I wasn't expecting there to be so many. So, I just put a president on there, and Johnny replied.

“No one will know it's you,” you say.

“So, why did it come up?” he questioned you.

“Um…I want to answer some of their questions, but I don't want them to know that It's me," Johnny said, meeting your gaze.

“Your real profile is there,” you point out as you explain. “This is you.”

Okay He laughs

But you laugh. You need to change the name a bit while giggling at him.

Why - is that funny? he asks, laughing too well. What do I want it to look like? I don't know what a profile means.

It means that you are not impersonating anyone. You start to explain more of the conversation.

Okay, yeah, I was just going to write something, and I thought you and Rebecca were going to post It!

Shit, I don't know what it is. Johnny says You shake your head,

Well, I fucking used the link you Said to use Y/N...

No No Johnny, you say don't go pointing fingers at me, you say.

You logged in on your account, and your profile is set up telling him?

Okay, where do I get to get a profile asking he asks you confused.

Shaking your head, both of your hands went over your face, trying to explain. No, you already have a profile. Look.

You and Rebecca both started laughing at Johnny uncontrollably.

Shut up you fucking computer geeks he says.

And Rebecca Here is just sitting here with a fucking camera on me, why are you even filming he asks.

Well, it's good footage you say, not it's not it's half-ass. Photage Johnny laughs.

Well, I'm not writing until you leave me alone, Rebecca, telling her now.

Okay, Johnny, Rebecca replied

[final-girl96]

Killer Geek Chapter Twenty-Eight

Yn

My breath caught in my throat, and the phone slipped slightly in my damp palm. The distorted voice dripped with malice, each word sending icy tendrils down my spine.

“What do you want?” My voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

The laugh that followed was low and mocking, cutting through the line like a serrated blade. “Isn’t it obvious? I want to play again. You were so much fun last time.”

My eyes darted to the windows, the blinds half-closed. I could see the faint outline of the front yard, empty but cloaked in eerie stillness.

“I’m not playing your sick games,” I snapped, trying to summon some strength in my voice, though I could feel the trembling in my hands.

“Oh, but you don’t get a choice, sweetheart,” he drawled. “And here I thought you’d be happy to hear from me again. Didn’t Randy tell you? He’s so worried about you. Such a sweet guy, isn’t he?”

The mention of Randy made my stomach churn. “Leave him out of this.”

The voice chuckled, sending a fresh wave of dread through me. “Oh, I don’t think I will. You know, Randy would look good in your mailbox too.”

The air left my lungs in a strangled gasp. My grip on the phone tightened, and I turned, pressing my back against the wall as though it could shield me from his words.

“You’re sick,” I hissed, bile rising in my throat.

“Sick? Maybe. But I’m not the one hanging out with a bunch of liars and killers. Tell me, Y/N, how does it feel to not know who you can trust?”

His words struck a chord, and I swallowed hard, my mind racing. My eyes darted to the front door, then the kitchen, scanning for anything I could use to protect myself.

“Stop hiding,” I spat, trying to keep him talking while I edged toward the counter. “If you’re so tough, show your face.”

Another laugh, colder this time. “Oh, you’ll see me soon enough. But for now, I think I’ll keep you guessing. It’s more fun that way.”

The line went dead, the dial tone blaring in my ear.

I slammed the phone down, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. His words echoed in my mind, each one seeping into my bones.

Randy would look good in your mailbox too.

I staggered toward the kitchen, grabbing the largest knife I could find and clutching it tightly. My legs felt like jelly as I moved to check the locks again, my eyes darting to every shadow and corner.

The house felt too big, too empty, and yet suffocating all at once. My breaths came in shallow gasps as I peeked through the blinds, scanning the yard for any sign of movement.

Nothing.

I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, squeezing my eyes shut. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint sound of the wind outside.

Think, Y/N, think.

The voice had been so confident, so close. He’d known about Randy, about everything. And now, I couldn’t help but wonder—was he watching me even now?

The thought made my skin crawl, and I backed away from the window, clutching the knife tighter. I needed to call someone. Billy? Tatum? But what if—

A loud thud on the porch made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat.

“Y/N!” Randy’s voice called out, muffled through the door.

I hesitated, my fingers hovering over the doorknob. The memory of the voice taunting me about Randy flashed in my mind, and I shook my head.

“It’s me! Open up!” Randy’s voice sounded urgent, concerned.

I peeked through the peephole and saw him standing there, rain dripping from his hair as he looked around nervously.

My hand hesitated on the lock before I finally turned it, opening the door just wide enough for him to slip inside.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded, locking the door again behind him.

“I was worried about you,” he said, brushing water off his jacket. “Tatum told me you’d been acting weird all day.”

“Randy, you can’t just show up like this!” I hissed, my fear turning to anger. “You have no idea—”

“I know more than you think,” he interrupted, his tone serious for once. “Something’s wrong, and you’re not telling anyone.”

I stared at him, unsure of what to say. His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I felt the smallest flicker of comfort in his presence.

But the voice’s threat lingered in the back of my mind.

Randy would look good in your mailbox too.

Randy’s presence didn’t ease the tension that coiled in my chest. If anything, it made it worse. Every step he took, every glance he cast around the house, only reminded me of the masked man’s chilling words.

“I’m fine,” I muttered, turning away from him and gripping the knife tighter behind my back. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“You’re holding a knife, Y/N,” Randy pointed out, his voice softer now, tinged with concern. “That doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m fine.’”

I froze, realizing how obvious my fear must be. Slowly, I set the knife on the counter, though my hand hovered near it, just in case. “You don’t understand. It’s not safe.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Randy said, stepping closer. He reached out as if to touch my shoulder, but I flinched away. “What’s going on? Did something happen after school?”

My heart thudded in my chest as I considered telling him. He already knew something was wrong. If I kept dodging his questions, he might press harder—and the last thing I needed was Randy involved in this nightmare any more than he already was.

“The calls,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “They haven’t stopped.”

Randy stiffened, his usual carefree demeanor vanishing in an instant. “What do you mean, calls? Like the ones Sidney got?”

I nodded, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “It’s the same voice, the same games. But he’s not just messing with me. He’s…he knows things, Randy. About you. About Billy and Stu. He’s watching us.”

Randy’s face darkened, and he looked toward the window as though expecting the masked man to be standing there. “Why didn’t you tell someone? The cops—”

“No!” I cut him off sharply. “Billy won’t let me. He says it’ll make things worse, and he’s probably right. Besides, it’s not like they could do anything. This guy is always one step ahead.”

Randy turned back to me, his jaw tight. “That’s insane. You shouldn’t have to deal with this alone, Y/N.”

“I’m not alone,” I snapped, though I wasn’t sure if I was trying to convince him or myself. “Billy and Stu are handling it.”

Randy scoffed, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Oh, great. The dynamic duo. I’m sure they’ve got it all figured out.”

“They’re doing what they can,” I said defensively, though doubt gnawed at me. Billy had been so on edge, so volatile. And Stu…well, Stu was Stu.

Randy stepped closer again, his voice softening. “Y/N, listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he’s dangerous. You can’t just rely on Billy and Stu. They’re not exactly…” He hesitated, his lips twitching as though he was holding back harsher words. “They’re not the most stable people right now.”

I glared at him, the sting of his words hitting too close to home. “And what makes you think you can protect me any better?”

His expression shifted, something darker flashing in his eyes for just a moment before he covered it with his usual awkward grin. “Because I actually care about you, Y/N. I’m not using you as some…some pawn in whatever weird games they’re playing.”

[dcrkfcngs]

INTRODUCING AKIRA WAN !!

basics

status: active, open for plotting

full name: akira wan

nicknames: rara, ki, kira

gender: nonbinary transmasc

pronouns: he/they

sexuality: pansexual

aesthetics: alternative

age: twenty seven

date of birth: 9th aug 1997

zodiac sign: leo

residence: penthouse apartment

occupation: one of the most sought out underground hacker during the night. professional cosplayer.

appearance:

face claim: @_hakkencoser_ on instagram

height: 187cm

build: slim with a muscular shape

eyes: brown often seen as hazel while in sunlight.

hair: soft black and straight, can be styled in differed ways but often in a half up and have down style

piercings: tongue twice, angel bites, ears covered in them along with gauges, their nipples.

tattoos: a knife going along the center of their spine.

other distinguishing features: when dressed down and not wearing his usual mask, freckles and dimples are visible

style: genderless

personality:

traits: loyal, intelligent, calm, fair, tactful, sarcastic, sneaky, evil, disrespectful, uncontrolled

labels / tropes: the closet geek

mental health: sees their therapist twice a week, working on antisocial behavior.

physical health: in the gym three times a week during the early morning

likes: desserts, theatre’s, scissors, antiques, spiders and moths, reading

dislikes: the sun, hot days, strong smell, loud people, crowded places, lectures, controlling people

phobias: astraphobia, enochlophobia, coulrophobia

hobbies: hacking, drinking, reading manga, cosplaying, stargazing

skills: empathy, persuasion, creativity

quirks: bites their lip a lot, always too cold, dresses in one color, double blinks without noticing, can’t sleep with their feet covered

pet peeves: open mouth chewers, interruptions, talking during a movie, people who walk slow, borrowing and not returning, people who purposely ignore boundaries

family:

mother: angel wan, deceased

father: drake wan

siblings: katie & kylie wan, twins. leo wan.

birth order: leo wan, katie & kylie, then akira as the youngest

spouse / lover: open

children: none

pets: bruce, their doberman

notable close relatives: none

best friend: open

rival: open

crushing on: open

faves:

ice cream flavor: peach

time of the day / night: night

weather: winter

breakfast food: waffles & crepes

dinner food: fried rice

colours: black, white, and velvet maroon

songs: sleep tokens discography

misc:

first love: none

a cherished item: a stuffed baymax

usual mood: mellow

1 thing they want to do / experience before they die: sky diving?

bio page

childhood:

being born into a crime family wasn’t an easy pill to swallow. while they were a kid, akira and his mom had a very close relationship. often, most would see him attached at the hip to his mother. his dad, most of the time, was too busy dealing with deals and taking over the city to even notice when the pair weren’t at home. even going as far as being successful in kindergarten and elementary school. their parents were often told that he was a child genius. at that time, his angel would dress him like his own personal doll, and he was often called the face of the family. but at the age of eight, his mom was taken out as a hit against his family. the hit happened while he was at the park with his mom.

adolescent:

it was after his mom passed that akira realized she was the only person who truly cared for his well-being. there was no longer a reason for him to dress up nicely and go outside when going outside was the thing that killed his mother. his grades started declining, and he became more cautious of those who would approach him. his family started seeing him less and less when it came to dinner and weekly meetings. it was in moments when he shut himself in that he fell in love with computers. even while shut in, he wanted to prove himself to his father. so, when requested to dig up information on his enemies, he would use his knowledge to find out anything and everything that could be used to bring them down. it was also during this time that he struggled with his self-identity and being comfortable in his own skin.

[crashcitycentral]

jaybart headcanons pls

Ffs I just saw this cause tumblr didn’t notify me of any requests and I checked manually, rip. anyways, ABSOLUTELY! You’re in for a treat

• Bart has an oral fixation, which means he has a bad habit of biting the inside of his cheek or his tongue. Jason always has sucking candies (suckers, mints, life savers, etc) on him to keep him from doing that

• Jason is a classical literature geek while Bart is a comic nerd, and they often debate over plot devices used in their respective books

• Both of them have different comforts when it comes to calming a nightmare. When Jason wakes up, images of green tinted vision and uncontrollable rage pushing him to the brink of insanity, Bart knows not to touch him since that could be a trigger. Instead he sits some ways away from Jason and asks him simple questions (what colour is the sky? How old are you?) or walks him through the 5 senses trick until he’s grounded back to the present. When Bart is startled awake with a choked off scream, as he watches himself die over and over again and it feels like his body is being torn apart down to the molecular level, Jason has to hug him from behind tightly, staying silent and breathing exaggeratedly to get Bart to match to remind him that yes he’s alive and still there, not in a VR simulator or dead in the speedforce

• They don’t have constant contact with each other since their schedules are very different and both of them have missions at different times, so all of their texts are spread far apart and never say a typical ‘hi’ or ‘miss you’. Most consist of complaints about their day or a sudden random thought (“your brother is being a real dick, pun intended, planning on pranking him. How does he feel about paint in his hair?”) the other won’t see or reply for hours but they are perfectly content with that, they still see each other in person often enough.

• Bart has a way of getting Jason to do absolutely anything and it’s not by batting his ridiculously pretty doe eyes like one might think (though that is one method) Bart just challenges Jason into bets or trades and Jason caves cause his competitive, chaotic side wins over every. Single. Time.

• Bart doesn’t hold it against Jason not getting along with the rest of the bats like people typically do. (Mostly cause Bart’s got his own issues he needs to iron out with the flashfam even if him and Wally are on semi decent terms now) Even though Tim is one of his best friends, he listens to Jay’s complaints without bias and laughs at the dramatic retellings of their outings

• Similarly, Jason doesn’t hold Bart’s villain heritage over him like a lot tend to do when they find out about it. (Seeing as most of his family has some sort of bad blood) and he encourages Bart to reach out to his brother (Owen) despite him being a rogue (cause Bart deserves some family damnit!)

I have more but I didn’t want to overdo it in one. <3

[allthingsfook]

Not sure if you are taking ships right now but here goes:

I am 26 years old, 5’7, on the curvy side, tan, with long, wavy/curly hair dyed dark red. I have brown eyes and I have softer features, like a round/oval face, full lips and a button nose. I wear glasses quite often, and I don’t really wear a lot of makeup too much. I have multiple tattoos as well.

I’m a Virgo sun, Sagittarius moon, Virgo rising, and Libra venus. I am a queer woman (not yet out to my family though). I was in the military for 5 years, and now I am working towards a career in the aviation industry.

I have 3 dogs, I have a big garden in my backyard, and I love watching shows mostly on the history and science channel. I also love horror movies and comedies. Watching football is also one of my favorite things, and I grew up playing soccer for 12 years as well.

I have an expansive music taste, I grew up on bands like Metallica, Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Led Zeppelin, Motley Crue, Journey, etc, but I also really love indie, folk, and alternative. And I love a lot of music from the 50’s-90’s, really 😅

I have a shy personality, I don’t drink, don’t go out much on my days off unless it’s shopping or going to the movies, I prefer staying at home and reading or watching tv. I will open up super fast if I feel comfortable enough with someone though. My favorite foods are curry, tomato soup, and tacos! Eventually I wanna move to Wisconsin where most of my family is, but I do love to travel! Korea and Germany have been my fav places to go so far (:

Anyway I think that’s it lol I’m super excited to see who you ship me with 😊

Heyyyy!!! I’m honestly the worst at getting to ships lately, but trust me I have been thinking about you and here it is—

I ship you with…

Danny ✨

I honestly struggled. Your interests screamed Sam, your music taste screamed Jake…. But to mesh the two together, I thought Danny would be a good fit ☺️

Danny would melt over your appearance. Your pouty lips and full figure 😍 He would not be able to keep his hands and eyes off of you. He’d always want to be showing you off even though he knows how reserved you can be. He would constantly compliment your natural beauty and admire the lack of make up you wear. Maybe a little mascara when you’re getting ready for an event. He’d notice immediately, telling you how it makes your eyes pop! (Danny of all the boys would love your tattoos. Grazing over them and commenting on how sexy they are 😏)

Being you are a Virgo and Danny a Capricorn, you are intensely compatible. You are both earth signs which creates for a relationship built on respect, stability, and intimacy. Danny would accept you for you and be able to support you when you are ready to come out to your family. Danny would admire your service and be so proud of your aviation career, to which Sam would geek over too!

Danny has big love for puppers so to have his own with you would fill his heart. He’d spoil them just like a kid. When he is home, he’d love to help you in the garden. Watering, trimming, and harvesting. Don’t imagine him playing around, plopping a floppy sun hat over his curls, and carrying a wicker basket to collect produce and a little bouquet for you 🌷You seem to have a good mix of educational and entertaining taste in movies, which Danny would enjoy. You’ll always keep him guessing. Also your interest in sports would trip his trigger. He’d fall so madly in love with you the first time you get talking sports.

Danny seems to have the most versatile taste in music, so anyone could bond with him over music. I can see him blaring 80s rock in his corvette while your hair blows uncontrollably in the wind! As social as Danny is, he’d appreciate staying in and soaking up the downtime he has outside of recording and touring. He’s cherish the nights you spend cuddling on the couch and having dinner in the backyard. Danny would treat you to homemade dinners all the time when he’s home. Making you all your favorites. Of course you’d indulge in them when he’s gone, but they hit different when he makes them. He’d whip up mean tacos and virgin margs! Even sporting a tiny sombrero you guys got on a trip to Mexico.

I hope you enjoyed your ship, lovely!!!! Please let me know what you think!! I always love to hear 💕

[wandaromanova]

Geek

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion, that’s all!

A/N: hello! hope you guys like this! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi Kass! Could I request a super fluffy clingy Nat that’s trying to take her girlfriend shopping for video games and completely geeks out about like collectibles, games and other stuff? If you’re okay with it of course.

Summary: Y/N supports Natasha’s gaming addiction, despite not being a gamer herself.

Word Count: 1.5K

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“Come on, babe!”

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You rolled your eyes as your girlfriend, Natasha, pulled you by your hand and towards a store, GameStop, to be exact. 

The redhead has always had a love for video games, which surprised you, in all honesty. It wasn’t exactly the fact that she was a gamer that shocked you, it was more like her favorite game was an unexpected one; Minecraft. 

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Yeah. Natasha Romanoff, the world’s deadliest assassin, absolutely loved to play Minecraft.

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She had a thing for creating various buildings in survival mode. There was something soothing about going out and finding supplies to use that got your girlfriend all excited. 

Natasha played the game on the computer you had in the living room of your shared apartment, not having a game station of her own. So, you took the liberty of buying a brand new PS5 for her just because. Now, the redhead was on the hunt for a PlayStation Store gift card to purchase the BedRock version of Minecraft. 

Truthfully, you didn’t know the difference, regardless of how many times Natasha had tried to explain it to you. Although you tried to understand it, considering how much your girlfriend adored the game. 

“So… what’s the difference between the one on your computer and the one you’re trying to buy from the online store?” 

You questioned your girlfriend as she dragged you towards the gift card section, her eyes scanning the plethora of cards for the one she needed. 

“The Java Edition is the original version of the game that was created for PC users, which is the one I’ve been using. You can do multiplayer with other PC users.

You nodded your head as she spun around the gift card stand, her other hand still firmly holding your own. 

“The BedRock Edition is for gaming consoles. This version allows cross-platform multiplayer mode, which means I can play Minecraft with anyone, regardless of their console.”

Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of what she had been looking for. 

“Considering there hasn’t been a release of Minecraft for the PS5, I have to purchase it online, with this gift card.” 

Natasha smiled triumphantly when her eyes landed on what she was looking for. She selected the card and proudly presented it to you, a wide smile spread across her face.

“Ta-daaa, my ticket into the realms.” Natasha scrunched her nose up while lowering her voice into an ominous tone. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at her antics. 

“Is there anything else you want, nerd?” You looked around the busy store. God, there were so many weird people here, nerds.

“Okay, first of all… I’m a geek, not a nerd. If you’re gonna do something, do it right.” Natasha sassed and you raised your eyebrow at her as she began to pull you towards the collectibles section, not before shoving the gift card into your free hand. 

“Potato, patato.” Natasha flipped you off, lifting her middle finger up behind her back as she guided you through the busy store. 

You let out a chuckle, then suddenly, Natasha let go of your hand and practically ran towards your destination. 

“Babe! Look!! It’s a baby panda plushie!!” Natasha snatched the stuffed animal off of one of the shelves and quickly whipped around as you caught up with her. 

“Wow… very cool…” Your voice lacked enthusiasm and the redhead sent you a glare, landing a soft punch on your shoulder. 

“Uh, don’t even try and act like this isn’t cool. The panda is my favorite animal mod! They do cute little tricks when you feed them bamboo.”

Natasha hugged the plushie close to her chest. She gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, paired with pouty lips. 

“Can I please get the baby panda? I’ll give you head later if you get it for me.” You let out a genuine laugh at your girlfriend’s words. 

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She was really bribing you with sex in order to get a stuffed panda; adorable. 

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“I mean I was going to get it for you anyway, but I’m definitely not declining that offer.” 

Natasha let out a small squeal before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. You winced, not being able to breathe. 

“Babe, I- I kinda need to be alive to buy it for you…” You croaked out and the redhead loosened her hold on you, pulling back to peck your lips repeatedly. 

Natasha let go of you and turned around to face the section once more. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of another piece of Minecraft merch. 

“Baby, look. It’s a torch-shaped water bottle! It looks exactly like the ones in the game.” Natasha tucked the panda under her arm, reaching out to grab the item that was on a higher shelf. 

The Russian let out a huff when she failed to reach the water bottle. Shaking your head, you made your way over to her, placing a hand on her waist as you grabbed the bottle with ease. 

Natasha rolled her eyes at you as you handed the object to her, a cocky smirk on your face.

“Show off…” Natasha muttered as she turned around to face you, staring at the water bottle in awe. She was freaking out over how detailed the design was and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the cutest shit you’ve ever seen. 

“I’ll get it for you if I can get head, twice.” Natasha looked up at you with a smirk on her face, her eyes focusing on your face. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Deal.” 

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

A few hours later 

“Natty, dinner is ready.” You called out from the kitchen, your eyes lifting up to eye your girlfriend. 

She was sat on the couch in the living room, playing the version of Minecraft she had just downloaded. 

Natasha completely ignored you, too entranced by the video game.

With a sigh, you made your way out of the kitchen and sat beside the redhead, finally gaining her attention. 

“Baby, the graphics are so much better on this version than the other one.” You focused on the screen and watched as she opened the door of a home she built while you cooked dinner. 

“Look at all my dogs! I killed a ton of skeletons and got their bones so I could tame a shit ton of dogs.” Natasha smiled while your eyes widened. 

In a room of the house, there was nothing but dogs. The barks could be heard through the surround sound. 

“Jesus, Nat. How many do you have?” You couldn’t believe that she managed to find that many dogs. You’d watched her play a few times and you knew that it took a ton of time to come across dogs in the wild. 

“I have thirty. Aren’t they the cutest?” You turned your head to face Natasha’s side profile, a smirk making its way to your face. 

“Can I try?” You asked sweetly and Natasha immediately handed you the controller, showing you which buttons did what, before letting you play. 

You let out a small laugh as you began to hit the dogs with your hands, spamming the strike button as much as you could. 

Natasha let out a scream as the dogs yelped, your hits injuring them. You’d known this was possible because the redhead cried when she accidentally killed her dog on the PC a few months ago.

Seriously, she was devastated. This woman could kill men without flinching, but she cried for weeks after killing her virtual dog.

“Y/N! What the fuck are you doing? Stop!” Natasha exclaimed, yanking the controller out of your hand while you laughed uncontrollably. 

“I’m sorry, I had to. They’re not real and there are way too many! You can’t possibly take care of them all. It’s a small price to pay for salvation.” 

Natasha sent you a harsh glare, creases forming on her forehead. You let out a small sigh, wrapping your arms around her waist.

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“You’re heartless. I’m dating a puppy murderer.”

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The redhead grumbled out as she tried to get out of your grip, but you wouldn’t let her. 

“I’m sorry. I love you.” You shoved your face into her neck, your words coming out muffled against her skin. 

“No. Go fuck yourself. You killed two of my puppies.” The seriousness of Natasha’s tone sent you into another laughing fit. 

You pulled your face away from her neck, and sneaked a few kisses on her lips before placing one on her nose. 

Natasha tried her best to keep a straight face, but that didn’t last long. Her lips curled upward and she shook her head, cupping your cheek with one hand, and kissing you deeply. 

You disconnected your lips and stared into her emerald eyes. Her forehead was pressed up against yours as her eyes scanned your face.

“God, you’re such a nerd.” You breathed out when Natasha pulled her face back from yours slightly, a faux look of annoyance and offense across her features.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“For the last time, I’m a geek, not a nerd!” Natasha huffed out and your eyes softened, a playful smirk on your face. You absolutely adored her and loved to piss her off whenever you could.

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“They’re interchangeable terms for loser.” 

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“Fuck you.” 

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“I mean… I was promised head.” 

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“I revoke that promise.”

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“Hey! That’s not how promises work!”

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[buckybarnesdiaries]

casablanca

first part — second part

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

request by anon: Hi hi hello, I’ve a request night be a tad much but up to you to judge, reader is a fellow avenger and gets severely hurt and when Bucky finds her after a battle he’s scared she might not make it and there’s a lot of “please don’t leave me/I can’t lose you” and such, pretty please maybe? 👉👈

word count: 904 words.

warnings/tags: a little angst.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Four days had passed. Ninety-six anguish hours since Tony and Bruce removed the bullets and took you to a private hospital run by people like them. Geeks using high technology to rebuild the tissue damaged in your lung and your shoulder. You were weak. Your constants and your pulse were slower than normal. And they didn't know if you could get through this. But that wasn't the only thing that was destroying the Avengers.

Bucky didn't leave your side. He didn't sleep, nor eat. Surviving just by drinking water. He used to talk to you all the time, remembering all the moments you had shared together, remembering funny anecdotes from his past like that time he almost set on fire the Stark Expo. He also used to cry. He found himself falling into pieces on more occasions than he could count. When night came, Bucky lied on the bed by your side, wrapping you with his arms and trying to keep you warm. It turned into an obsession for him since Bruce told him the temperature your body should have.

He guarded your rest, kissing your temple or your forehead from time to time. He asked the doctors to explain to him what all the devices around you were for. He wanted to understand, to help in any way. Bucky was attentive to the clock, knowing the schedule of your medicines better than his own name —ragging if they were supplied one second late of the terms. He threatened anyone who dared to neglect you. And nobody could blame him. You were his soul mate, the person with who wanted to spend his life. James couldn't live without your love for not a single day.

“Brought you clean clothes”.

The soldier didn't notice Steve's presence till he spoke, offering him a backpack with his stuff.

“Nothing?”

Bucky put down from the edge of the bed, grabbing the bag while shaking his head. He looked deadly tired, taking all the strength from the serum running through his veins to stay awake and keep an eye on you. Walking in the bathroom, he took a quick shower to refresh his senses. Only leaving you alone if Steve was there. He didn't trust anyone else to take care of you without his presence.

The Captain took Bucky's place then, sitting on the bed and holding your left hand free of cables and tubes, to place a kiss on the back of it. He understood to perfection why his best friend fell in love with you. Steve was a man of small details and he noticed every one of them you used to have with Bucky. The kind of ones that showed how much you loved, respected, and supported him.

“Don't tell him I hate Casablanca”.

That funny confession left your sore throat in a hushed tone, not being able to speak louder yet. His eyes widened as he felt you squeezing his skin under your fingers, and he couldn't help but laugh in a soft cry. That sound captivated James' attention, running out from the bathroom barely wearing a pair of sweatpants.

“(Y/N)?” He whispered, stopping two feet away from your position.

Steve didn't doubt standing up to let his friend take that place. And he embraced you. An arm around your waist and the other around your neck. Carefully, but tightly. The tears fell from his dull eyes at the instant you made a big effort to place yours around his back. You had never been so scared of dying, only because of leaving him alone, lost, desolated. It wasn't for you, nor your family, nor anyone else. Only for him.

The Captain left the room, waiting a couple of minutes before giving the call to the doctors. You needed that moment. You needed to be that close before being set apart to continue checking your health and if the nanotechnology worked as it should. Bucky sunk his face into the gap between your neck and your shoulder, not being able to stop sobbing uncontrollably. Not believing you were awake. Tony and Bruce said it was the sign for you to stay alive, to beat the wounds.

“It was… It was my fault…” He wept because of the guilt he had been carrying since he found you moribund.

“No… It wasn't, Buck…”

“I… I got distracted… I lost you”.

“You told me to stay close and I didn't”. You replied going against his thoughts, pressing him a little more over your chest to be comforted by his weight. “I won't do it again. I promise”.

Bucky raised his face enough inches to peck your lips once and once, not having the intention of stopping unless you asked him for. But you wouldn't. You had been four days suffering more for him than for yourself —hearing him talking to you to feel accompanied in your darkness, being embraced fondly all night long, demonstrating to you that love wasn't enough to express his sentiments for you and how real they were.

“How much have you slept?” You reprimand him with a low tone, noticing the black bags under his eyes.

“Don't… Don't do that now, doll… Nobody could take care of you better than me”. He implored you, hiding his face back to your neck, having the luxury of shutting his eyes close for a brief second. “I had to do it… I had to do it”.

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[leaping-in-london]

C'est la vie, London

How can I possibly extrapolate the last three years, let alone the last three weeks into something that is not teeming in cliches? This is finis, el fin, das Ende, the end of my graduate studies. The essay has been submitted, all other posts are complete, and my Capstone has been accepted. All of the work over the last three years is culminating or ending in this last assignment and I cannot possibly pack up this experience with a few paragraphs because the end of London is the same as the end of my studies, they are mutually inclusive.

The idea of London was introduced by the lovely Dr. Rick Taylor in my first semester of studies in the fall of 2019. Over the next few years, my group of graduate buddies and I held onto the hope that we would be able to go to this magical place with Rick; that he would be the lighthouse for our adventure. With him, we were going to peel back the social classes of London and we were going to be introduced to literature that illuminated the immigrant experience in this area. This trip would either be the hill I climbed during my studies or the conclusion of my studies in multicultural literature. Neither of those happened . . . Rick retired and the light in the lighthouse went out.

It is difficult, today, to pack this experience in the suitcase that I had hoped to bring home with me. While I absolutely adore the friends that I made getting here-and finally met here in London-and while I have loved going to the shows, running the races, and exploring the parts of London that make me geek out as an English teacher, the overall experience, for a plethora of reasons-controllable and uncontrollable, was less than I had hoped for and, quite honestly, I am a bit sad about that. That I am just coming out of being in a hotel for three days, where I was isolated in air conditioning (quite triggering with the forced isolation over the last few years), is undoubtedly playing a huge role in the malaise that I currently feel.

I think it is going to take me months to unpack what I will take with me because it is much more than three weeks, it is the end of what feels like an incredibly long journey - Covid makes time feel heavier - and the end of this is not quite the fireworks and excitement that I thought it would be . As we all know, time has a way of softening memories and filtering out unpleasantries. As I physically move away from this chapter in my life, I know I will be left with an array of treasures gracefully placed in a suitcase. A suitcase that I will not only unpack in my own memories, but articles--large and small--will be removed to share with others in the days, months, and years ahead.

The view from the hotel room that I had in order to escape the heat wave. It was a lonely few days.

I am glad on my second trip here, I finally made it to Harrods. I am happy to say that one visit was enough for a lifetime.

This was honestly the best overall meal and dining experience that we have had and it was because of Lauren's wonderful write-up about her time at Fish Central.

Special friends

Slowest half of MY life and I took first place in my AG - a FANTASTIC memory.

Dante's Circle of Hell

#It'saWrap, #LondonisOver, #GradUATE

(Week 3, #9).

[anothertimdrakestan]

please do like the boy boys and yj boys reaction if they walked on the reader changing (based off of that tiktok trend)

Batboys/YJ Boys Reaction To Walking In On You Changing HC

hehehehe this is so funny omg i love it!!! for ppl who are wondering wtf i'm talking ab check HERE it was the first one that popped up so yeahhh

Wally West:

- i think we forget this man lives in slow-mo

- in a fraction of a second he's walked in, almost walked out, manually shut his mouth from hanging open, thanked every god for this wondrous occasion, and zoomed away blushing like an idiot

- then there's two clear options, if y'all flirting or dating or yk what i mean he's speeding back with a red rose in his mouth and a DANGEROUS glint in his eye

- if he's just crushing there's no chance he'll muster the confidence but rather he'll probably sprint straight to wherever Dick is and explain everything in intense, intense detail and follow you around like a puppy dog a little extra that day hehehe

Jason Todd:

- you best believe jason is shooting his shot

- he's the type to walk in and walk out, check the house is empty, then yeet back into your room tackling you onto the nearest surface

- something along the flirtatious lines of "god i should walk in your room more often" making you roll your eyes and grin

- then there's some kind of "well i can let you be the only one half clothed" and i think we alllll know where it goes from there ;)

Tim Drake:

- the ONLY way i see this happening is this when he walks in:

- "OH MY GOD Y/N LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR I DONT WANNA SEE THAT" *slaps his hands over his eyes*

- "TIM WE ARE FUCKING DATING YOU DUMBASS"

- "ITS NOT THE SAMEEEE COME OUT WHEN YOURE DONE"

- then he's slamming the door shut and patiently waiting to give you a happy lil kiss when you come out

Bart Allen:

- again, there's only one way this goes:

- bart walks in, his brain implodes, hand slaps over eyes at literal inhuman speed and you whip around to see bart shaking, like crackling with electricity, in your doorway

- "Bart oh my god GET OUT!" you screech, hoping he's actually covering his eyes cuz your cheeks have just gotten insanely warm

- "got it, i didn't see anything, well that's not true, i saw- no that doesnt matter, i'm leaving, leaving through the door, door, where is the door? i've got my hand over my eyes ya know cuz, well i saw you-" *BONK* idiot slams his face into the side of the wall trying to make it out of the door

- in a blaze of sparks he's zooming out of the room while you fall over laughing, later the two of you promise never to speak of the moment again, though in hindsight it was pretty funny

Steph Brown:

- she'd open your door and pause then be like "ooh honey those pants do not match that top your about to put on lemme help you out" not even acknowledging the fact that you're basically naked

- "wait why do those jeans make your ass look SO good go off queen omg"

- "do you need me to pop thay back pimple cuz lemme tell ya i'm quite skilled-"

- she makes you feel so comfy and gorgeous and proceeds to help you make the outfit of your life then y'all take some bombass instagram photos

Dick Grayson:

- you can't tell me dick wouldn't just pass out

- like he'd walk in, unannounced, continuing his original line of thought when he realizes this person he's being crushing on for months is looking like a five course meal

- his brain would go into overdrive, you'd probably be yelling then *bam* out like a light

- after some minor chaos he'd wake up to you uncontrollably laughing, fully clothed (thank goodness) while you relentlessly tease him about his fear of skin for the rest of the day and he's just like "if only you knew how much i liked you you adorable mess of a human being"

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[flamingo-writes]

Pannacotta Fugo — General and Relationship Headcanons.

I have no clue when did I start simping for this guy, having finished Golden Wind almost a month ago 💀 And there aren't enough fics or hc's about him, so I'm gonna make my addition to this. Also because I headcanon Fugo to be slightly different than what most fics portray him as.

Some of this headcanons were based on the backstory given to Fugo on the light novel, not the one he was given in the anime. You can read this post where both backstories are explained and analyzed.

Fugo x Gn!Reader

General

Listen, he's a kind person. He's gentle and empathetic. He took a wounded Narancia into the restaurant and asked Bruno to feed him, he also helps Nara study, so, Fugo cares. He really does.

He genuinely wants to become a good person, unlike his parents. Reason why he'll never treat anyone the way his parents treated him. Unfairly, continuously pushing them,

Fugo is short fused, and has issues managing his anger. But for the most part, his raging fits, whether they're uncontrollable, they're still brief.

He still is someone who acknowledges other's effors. While his family wasnt kind acknowledging his intelligence, Fugo however, is kind when acknowledging others.

He was the kid who was always under pressure, highly controlled by his parents, which made him a quiet kid, but a rebellious teen. He's still quiet, and for the most part, avoids conflict, but isn't afraid of throwing punches if necessary.

Listen, Fugo is touch starved. I don't make the rules. As a kid he barely recieved physical affection, pretty much only his grandmother gave it to him. He finds himself craving physically affection.

He's a genius and he knows it, but he hates being treated like one. He is after all a teenager and wishes to be treated as such.

Fugo is laid back, and can take a joke, even, sometimes joins Mista's and Nara's bullshit.

He is cautious tho. He'll go along with the bullshit until he realizes they're about to get in trouble.

He's got a bit of a low self esteem. He knows he's intelligent, and he knows he can rely in said intelligence. However, he still struggles to overcome the years and years of gaslighting from his parents. He knows he's more than his IQ, but sometimes, it's hard for him to realize his worth aside of it.

Relationship

He has issues opening up to people. Getting to trust someone isn't much of an issue, he's analytical and easily see if someone is trustworthy. The issue is opening up.

This is because of how controlling his parents were. His past haunts him, and wishes to forget about it. So, if he opens up to you, please be kind, listen.

Once he's opened up, you'll become his most trusted ally. He sucks at comuniting his feelings, he won't be able to understand them himself, but he will let you know if he's feeling anxious and uneasy.

He's an inexperienced teenager, so, he doesn't really know how relationship work. He knows only what he's seen from the outside.

Fugo is delicate. And he needs constant reassurance that he's doing well, that he's a good boyfriend, and that you love him. Tell him he's doing great, and that you love him.

Hold him. He needs it. Hold his hand, hug him, paly with his hair, he loves the affection, and he needs it.

He's also too shy to ask for both reassurance and physical affection, so, you'll have to keep both going on a daily.

He'll never ever snap out on you. Somehow, he never gets to lose his control when it comes to you

Narancia realized this and started using you as a shield. And it worked.

He'll still sometimes get annoyed and raise his voice at you, but it's not on purpose, he didn't mean to.

You're his most precious. He'll refer to you by your name when talking to others. But when he's talking to you specifically, he'll call you his beloved.

At first Nara and Mista made fun of him. And Fugo got annoyed. But he never snapped at them about it. Mostly because you kept telling him to ignore them and how much you liked that pet name.

"My beloved..." He says it with a particular dreamy tone.

If you like to read, get ready for the amount of book recommendations he's gonna give you. He'll borrow you all of his books at some point. And he will ready any book you suggest. He'll also ask you to lend him books all the time.

You'll find pressed leaves or flowers randomly in his books. All of them collected from random places at random times. And he most likely forgot about them.

If you don't like to read, he'll still recommend you books. But always about the topics that interest you, and easy to read, nor too heavy books. However, he will make an effort to get you more into reading.

He randomly starts geeking about random topics he likes. One day, he'll start mumbling about the String Theory, multiverses, the laws of thermodynamics, how volcanoes are formed, or different historical events. And he will talk about them for hours without realizing it. It's super adorable. Listen! And ask him stuff! He'll love it.

If he doesn't know the answer, he surely will research it and tell you about it once he's learned about it.

When he finally notices he's been geeking about stuff for so long, he'll immediately apologize.

He really appreciates the tender moments. Quiet moments when its just the two of you, cuddling in either of your rooms, listening to music.

He really likes forehead kisses. Wether giving them or receiving them.

He prefers to be the small spoon, or to hide his face in your neck when cuddling. He feels protected. Please protect him.

But he will never deny you being the little spoon if you ask.

No matter how long you've been in a relationship, his kisses will always be shy in the beginning, wether if they get heated up or not, is a different story. All his kisses always start shy.

He really tries to be a good boyfriend, even if he sometimes has issues comuniting how he's feeling, or when he accidentally raises his voice at you over nothing, or when he's suddenly colder and wants to be alone, its just the way he is. He really tries to be a good boyfriend, he's never been in a relationship before, and really loves you, so he tries his best to be the partner you deserve.

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Reality check

Fandom: DC Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader Word count: 4.1k Summary: It was a normal day for you when the sidewalk literally opens up and swallows you whole only to spit you back out into a world that you thought only existed in comics before. There you meet a certain Vigilante and things get more complicated very, very quickly... Warning: I think this classifies as angst, not sure though, Definitly almost drowning tho, also multiple instances of unconciousness, lil bit of fluff if you squint, also me trying to be funny and failing Requested by the incredibly, amazing, breathtaking @dudeidkwhattoputformyusername: Hi! I love your work! is it possible for u to do a Damian Wayne x reader one shot, where reader comes from reality and bumps into Damian in Robin form. Then u can develop from there anyway u like! preferably fluff tho. thank u!!!!!!!!!!

Everything was blurry and your head was throbbing like someone was working on it with a jackhammer. The pain was the first thing that you felt during the process of waking up, no other sense quiet activated yet. Next was the realization that your body was shivering uncontrollably and wherever you were laying definitely wasn’t a bed for as far as you remembered, beds weren’t usually wet, cold and stone-hard. Following was your eyesight that finally returned to you, alongside with your smell and hearing, and as if they were high-school bullies who were teaming up against the local geek in a 90’s sitcom, they all came crashing up upon you like a train. Now theoretically seen, you were able to see, hear and smell again, but practically seen, asking you to do either of the three was like asking someone to find a needle in a needlestack, or a single straw of hay in a haystack. It was just too much, definite sensory overload. A few minutes you couldn’t do anything but lay there, shivering and cold and miserable, before slowly your brain started to work through all the input and sort through it until you were able to comprehend it. The first thing you noticed was the smell. It wasn’t a very pleasant one, it smelled like you fish, water and something rotten and if you had any more control over your body you probably would have thrown up. The sounds that you could hear now put the smells a little bit more into perspective. What sounded like screams and the end of the world before was now identifiable as the screeching of seagulls, the honking of boats and the soft crashing of waves. So you were near a harbor or port? The last puzzle piece was the view you got when you opened your eyes. The cold, wet, stone-hard ‘not-bed’ that you had been lying on was in fact a concrete jetty. Only a few feet away from you was the cold dark sea and above you was the night sky. How long have you been lying here? What happened? How did you get there? As you were staring up into the sky something about it made you uneasy, the way the stars were shining, the darkness of the universe, the fullness of the moon- Wait, wasn’t it a new moon just a few days ago? You sat up suddenly, immediately regretting it when the pain shook through your head again, re-starting the throbbin at 100%, and - after you could open your eyes again - looked down at your body. You were wearing a soaked through sweater that you had bought a few days prior and just as soaked through jeans and socks, your shoes nowhere in sight. The sea was restless and splashed against the sides of the jetty, dops landing on your sleeves and face. For some reason, the sensation of the liquid against your skin brought forth a flashback that completely blinded you. It was like you were watching from above as you relieved the last thing you remembered, how you had been going home after your part-time job at the library when the floor had literally peeled open below you and you fell into a cold nothingless, only for water to come crashing down at you from all sides. When you finally realized that you were not on the sidewalk a few blocks away from your home anymore, but in raging water, somewhere below the surface you were already only seconds away from drowning. With all the power you could muster and adrenaline rushing through your veins you managed to fight your way upwards and upwards until your hand finally broke through the water’s surface. The breath that you took when you made it up completely must have been the best and somehow worst gulp of air you had ever taken in. The adrenaline was ebbing off and the exhaustion made its way through all your muscles, but when you saw the lights in the distance you managed to keep on going until you had managed to pull yourself up a concrete jetty where you finally blacked out. Your mind made its way back into your body and you grasped the situation, even though believing it still wasn’t the easiest task. I mean the earth quite literally swallowing you up? That doesn't sound reasonable. And yet, it was the thing you remembered so you would have to live with that truth until someone could prove you otherwise. More and more questions started to swirl through your mind - an unreasonable amount of them quite honestly - but you knew you had to take things one step at a time. Okay, what did you know? You were in an unknown location so there was no new there, but your former question of ‘how long have you been there’ was now answered. Given the state of your clothes and the fact that it was still deep, dark night you couldn’t have been unconscious for long. But that didn’t help you much - you were still sitting there freezing cold and soaked with no idea where you actually were. What would you do usually when you were lost? Phone, ah, right. You patted over your pockets and actually found it, only to be very unsurprised when it only gave you a black void to stare into. Sadly you didn’t have a bag of rice to put it into in the other pocket, instead only a set of keys that you didn’t recognize along with something that looked like a keychain in form of a piece of polished wood with the letters D and (Your first initial) with a plus in between engraved into it. “Great, I can open some doors now, too bad I don’t know which,” you spoke aloud to yourself, only for the worlds to come out stuttered thanks to your teeth that were shaking just as much as the rest of you. You stuffed the keys and the broken phone back into your pockets and managed to pull yourself up and stand, even though all your muscles were screaming in despair. The thing you really wanted to do was lie back down and fall asleep again, wait for the sun to rise and dry your clothes, but you knew that with the coldness and the water all around you, you’d probably be dead or at least deadly sick by morning, so you had to find shelter, warmth and - maybe most importantly - answers. With slow, little steps you walked down the jetty, towards the buildings that looked unoccupied at that time of day, with an unknown city stretching out behind it that promised life and warmth. For what felt like hours, but was probably just minutes, you managed to walk a few feet until you were a safe distance away from the water and near a bench that must have been put there for people who wanted to watch the water or have a break from work or similar things. It looked at you so invitingly, so comfortably, so perfect. Deep inside you knew that you should probably not sit down, even if you told yourself it would be just for a few minutes, but your exhaustion took over and you sunk down onto it, falling to the side and rolling as good as it was possible together into a little roll. You’d take a nap, just a quick one, only a few minutes, then you’d get up with new energy and find the warmth you were looking for. The longer you sat there the heavier your eyelids got until you couldn’t take it anymore and the darkness enveloped you into its safety again.

The next time you woke up, things weren’t so bad anymore, it wasn’t all that blurry and the throbbing had dialed down a bit, but your body was shaking worse than before. In fact, it was shaking so bad that your shoulder thumbed against the backrest of the bench before being pulled forward again and repeating the circle, the only weird thing was that it was just your shoulder. And there was this weird pressure around it. Wait! You weren’t shaking worse, someone else was shaking you as if they were trying to wake you up. You peeled your eyes completely opened and looked into white voids surrounded by black and like your eyes were the camera of a 2000’ kids-camera they slowly zoomed out and revealed the white voids to be the eye-parts of a mask sitting on the face of a masked (duh) boy who was wearing a very, very colorful and bright outfit. It seemed familiar and the gears in your head started turning. “Habibti, you’re okay,” the boy said in a relieved tone and while he helped you sit up you mustered him with a confused look. “That’s not my name, it’s Y/N.” The way his mask contorted gave off a sense of confusion that mirrored yours, just with a little bit more worry in it, but before he could say anything else you motioned to his outfit. “What is it with the outfit? It isn’t Halloween yet, is it?” “You don’t recognize me?” he asked you and the tone of voice he used almost made you feel sorry for him, but given that you had no idea what he was talking about you would probably be able to cope. “No, sorry…” you started before the gears finally fell into place and you recognized it, “Oh, wait, I think I do, you’re playing Batman’s sidekick right? I think it was Robin. That’s so cool, I myself was always more of a Marvel fan - you know with Black Widow and all that - but both are super valid so cool hobby dude. It looks pretty rad too.” Even with the mask you could see the complete bedazzlement in his face and you wondered if your weird world-swallowing-experience had magically changed the language you spoke from English to Mandarine. “What- What do you mean?” “You’re Cosplaying right? Dressing up as a Comic Character?” you tried to explain and you could feel a slight anger building up at how stupid he made you feel without even being able to see his eyes. “I’m not Cosplaying a comic character?” he said in a questioning manner. “Yes, you are. You’re wearing the outfit and everything, like the guy in the Comics who works with Batman. I think his name was Richard or something, but you should know better, you’re cosplaying him after all,” you tried to explain yet again, seriously questioning your sanity. Now he really didn’t need the mask to hide the fact that he was seriously triggered by what you had said - even though you weren’t quite sure why. Had Robin been cancelled over twitter while you were unconscious? “I think it’d be better if I bring you to safety and get you checked out,” he averted the topic of the conversation and started to position his hands like he wanted to pick you up, but you put a stop to it when you pressed him away. “Listen, I appreciate the help, but I’ll definitely not be going with a complete stranger in a comic costume, so if you could just give me your phone so that I can call my parents or my friends that’d be great.” For a few seconds he just sat there straight, as if unsure of the best course of action, before he sight and pulled a phone out, unlocking it and handing it to you. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard as you thought about who to call, thankful that your mum had made you learn her number by heart, but when you went to dial it your whole body stopped working, like there was a physical restriction keeping you from typing. Suddenly you realized it. You didn’t know the number - you knew you should, that you had been using it for years upon years and that you definitely should know it - and your eyes grew wide. You scavenged through your head searching for more numbers, but then you realized another thing. There were none. How was that possible? You didn’t even know the area code from where you lived. “I- I don’t- what?” you looked up at the boy with tearful eyes, the reality of the situation just too much for you. “It’s okay, I’m sure it will come back to you,” he tried to sooth you, but you were too frustrated and sad to be happy about soothing from some creepy geek. “Would you please finally tell me why you’re in costume?” you asked exasperated and moved further away from him. “I-” The answer of the boy was cut short when a ‘whooshing’ sound echoed around the area and a booming voice called out: “Robin”. The boy shot you another look before shouting back. “I’m here, I’ve-” he obviously wanted to add something, but he cut himself off this time and just looked at you. A man in a black, leather suit with a black cowl over his face that you noticed to be definitely inspired by Batman and very well done came rushing towards you. Again, you couldn’t see his eyes, but you recognized the same worried look that the boy already had. “Oh no, not another one,” you sighed and pushed your hair back, “Is there some kind of Comic Convention here? Or is this a weird sexual thing?” Now the man looked at the boy even more confused, and the boy just shrugged, but instead of answering you, he brought his hand up to where his ear was under the cowl and spoke to himself: “I’ve found Robin, he’s found her, we’re going to come back now.” If it had only been the first and last part of that sentence you would have made a joke about them being into LRPG or something, but the ‘her’ part scared you for some reason. You stood up and backed away, happy that the boy didn’t keep the grip on even though his eyes were following your every move. “This was fun and all, but I’m still soaked and really cold, and I had a nice swim earlier which I want to calm down from again, so I think I’ll just go back home now, call myself a cab or something,” you turned around, more than ready to strain your muscles yet again with running away, but it never got to that point, because a second later you were ripped up from the ground and sizzled through the air. It was so surprising that you didn’t even manage to scream before you found yourself with hard ground under your feet again. You looked up at what had pulled you through the skies and found the boys face yet again and - may it have been from the scare of everything finally becoming to much - the last thing you could say before you blacked out for the third time that night was: “That’s some on point cosplay dude.”

The soft sheets of your bed gave you a sense of relief as you woke up from that weird ass dream that you were having. You were unsure about why exactly your unconsciousness was making you see these things, but you made a mental note about checking the dream meaning of getting swallowed by the sidewalk later on. For now all you wanted was to go have some breakfast and call your mom to tell her about that dream. So you opened your eyes and threw the blanket back only to be surprised by the ceiling that was definitely not yours. There was a sound beside you and you looked over to see a boy about your age, black hair standing up from his head a little spiky and green eyes focused entirely on you. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” you cursed and moved as far away from the boy as possible, “Who are you?!” “What do you remember?” the boy asked you, completely ignoring your question. Your eyes flew to the door that was right behind him and you found that there was no way for you to get to it without having to overthrow the boy - but by the looks of him he’d knock you out easily. “I was on my way home from my job when the fucking ground opened up, swallowed me, thrw me back up into the ocean and then I met two werid ass cosplayers before I woke up here.” “You still think we’re cosplayers?” “We?” “Yes,” he just nodded with complete ease. “Well, I gotta admit that flying thing was pretty rad. What was that? Are you actors and you’re making a movie? Because if so then I’m sorry for bursting onto the shooting site.” “We’re not making a movie,” he stated, still completely chilled, even though there was something else lying under it. “What then? You telling me you’re actually Robin? Because if so I’m not the only one who needs to have her head checked out,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, arms crossing in front of your chest. The boy just mirrored your look, completely stern and serious. “You’re not serious, are you?” you couldn’t help but let out an unbelieving chuckle. He kept silent and just observed you. “You fucking are, oh my gosh.” “How can I prove it to you?” he asked, still so incredibly serious that you felt like you were a clown walking in on a job interview. “Oh, I don’t know. Call Flash, Superman and the easter bunny over so we can have tea with the tooth fairy,” you answered ironically and made a ‘cray-cray’ gesture with your hand going in circles beside your temple, but instead of being offended by your comment, he just pulled out his phone - the same phone you had tried to use earlier you noted. “What are you doing?” you asked, but he just held his hand up to sush you and raised the phone to his ear. “Hello, it’s Damian Wayne,” he introduced himself to the other person -  and you noted that he was not a ‘Richard’ after all, “Yes, could you do me a favor? Could you come to the Manor real quick? Yes, yes I know, no it’s not an emergency. The suit would be great, yes. See you in a bit. You opened your mouth again when he hung up to ask who he called over, but he kept his hand up and motioned to you to wait, while he opened up the window, even though it was still cold out. A gust of wind filled the room and suddenly there was another boy standing besides the original boy - Damian as he had introduced himself - who was wearing a cape, a shirt with a logo that was definitely Supermans and ripped jeans. “H-How the fuck did he just? Was he here this whole time? What? How?” you stuttered and looked between Damian and the other boy who looked at you even more confused than you felt, but Damian waved him off and motioned for him to leave, which he promptly did. The new boy looked at Damian with question marks in his eyes, but he just waved him off. “You believe me now?” he asked, directed towards you and you had to admit it was pretty convincing. “But how? I’m in a comic?” “Y/N, this isn’t a comic, this is reality,” Damian told you with a soft voice, but your eyes just widened and you tried to move back even further. “How do you know my name?” “In your left pocket there is a set of keys and keychains. One of these keychains is a piece of wood with two letters engraved. A D and a (Your first initial), am I right?” Your heart stopped for a second and you patted the pocket where that exact thing was still lying. “H-How do you know my name?” “What do you remember about your life, about how you ended up in the water?” he avoided the question like a pro and you decided to play along, just in hope he’d answer your question sooner or later. “I was born the daughter of Y/Parents/N in Y/H/T. I grew up normally and went to school, nothing special, got a job on the side and when I went home yesterday the sidewalk started to open up like there was an earthquake and I was suddenly in the water, I told you about that part already.” “And you have never met me in your life?” he asked and sounded almost disappointed. “No, an hour ago I thought you didn’t exist outside of paper, the internet and movies,” you huffed and tried to figure out what his endgame was with this, when he pulled his phone out again and tapped on it for a bit before shoving it in your direction. “How do you explain this then?” You moved forwards with caution until you could see the screen and your breath stopped. It was a picture of you. Of Damian and you to be precise. The two of you were sitting on a bench, laughing and smiling and obviously happy, a cute dog on the ground between the two of you where something else drew your attention. In the photograph your left hand was intertwined with his right one. “W-What is this? Some sick kind of joke?” “You really don’t remember? Not at all?” he asked flabbergasted. “Remember what? What is going on here?” you almost shouted, the frustration becoming just a little bit too much, “Please just give me some explanation, please.” “You’re Y/N Y/L/N, you really are the daughter of Y/Parents/N, but you didn’t grow up in Y/H/T, you grew up here in Gotham. You went to Gotham academy, where the two of us met and...became friends. You found out about me being Robin and my father being Batman rather quickly too,” Damian explained and even though it didn’t match up even slightly with what you remembered, it felt weirdly accurate. You went to the bed again and sucked down onto it, before thinking back to the picture and raised an eyebrow at Damian. “Not that I say it’s true what you’re saying, but if we hypothetically say it was, then we weren’t just friends, right? We’re together?” “Yes.” “Okay,” a sigh escaped you and everything was feeling blurry, but you had to continue asking, wanting to know the truth, “Then how do you explain me ending up in the ocean?” “That’s where things get a bit harsher,” Damian sight too, but obviously for other reasons, “Yesterday evening you accompanied me to a party - a family thing - on a yacht and things were going great, but something went wrong. No one had an idea that the weather would shift like that, but a storm came and the yacht was thrown around and you - you were thrown off, I thought you died, I was devastated, but- uhm...well… You remembered that keychain? I gave it to you for our first year anniversary and it may or may not have a tracker in it, so that I could find you in a worst case scenario and if that wasn’t a worst case scenario then I don’t know what is.” For a few minutes silence filled the room as you worked through all of the new information, but the sad look on Damian’s face, the seriousness in his voice, the entire situation in itself? They made it hard to doubt what he was telling you. Your gaze was stuck on your fidgeting hands when you asked the one underlying question. “Why can’t I remember?” “I don’t know, I think you must have hit your head when you fell off and your mind mixed things up - mixed reality into something else and took a few actual things and made them fiction,” Damian gave you his half-assed, definitely not medically appropriate explanation, but you couldn’t blame him for that, you had no idea either. You pulled your legs up and hugged your knees close as you looked at him, really trying to see this supposed boyfriend of yours, but your mind just turned up blank. “What if I’ll never remember? What if that’s the way it’ll be from now on?” “I’m positive that things will turn out fine, we have friends who have the best medical experience you can get, we even have mind readers who could probably help you and if not, we’ll help you make new memories, I’ll help you and I’ll wait for the memories to come back just in case.” “That’s not fair on you though, Right now I’m not the girl you’re with, you shouldn’t have to go through this,” tears were now welling up at your eyes, even though you weren’t completely sure why your emotions were so strong. “I don’t care, I really don’t, because no matter what you remember or don’t, I love you and I really hope you’ll remember that you love me too…”