#adding more tags bc im thinking now

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

I often mention about how Robin is a survivalist who builds a lot of shelters and spaces for himself in the woods, it affects almost all of his verses ━ and I think I finally found the type of thing I'm talking about! I definitely want to go into more detail about it later because I feel like its an aspect of his personality/hobbies I don't often dip into, but for now enjoy this cool video showing what I mean:

[mrmeepsmadmind]

traumatized dickweeds turn to torturing each other so they can distract from the fact that they both need therapy

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[ladybeug]

MAN THE MUSICAL NUMBERS CAUGHT ME SO OFF GUARD I HAD TO PAUSE AND STARE FROWNING okok!!! so the thing was that one time agessss ago you said liking ml fanfics is just wanting to read the same story over and over again and after that textbook 2016 post reveal final kiss that sentence just flashed in my mind and everything that happened in the movie (the ladynoir patrol fighting in the rooftops, the adrien snapping at his dad, gabriel being actually decent) just shifted in context for me and the realization of how fanfic coded the movie is and how that directly related to my enjoyment was so clear i couldnt stop laughing hdhshsjs

WOW ACTUALLY

i remember saying that and its STILL TRUE!! And honestly you're putting it in perspective for me, thats why i liked the things i liked about the movie. like the ladynoir patrol fighting on the roofs also did lowkey make my dreams come true they could have done whatever they wanted in the rest of the movie, that scene is what i live for.

And that last scene really did feel like it was out of a fanfic, A 2016 FANFIC, its OLD FANDOM VIBES. back when we were still chewing up the concept of a reveal and not picking apart the bones of adrien's identity like mad scientists.

I remember thinking im sure ive read this scene somewhere. idk where but i have. all of it in different pieces a million times.

Anyways thank you for sharing this i love it?? good take

[jamiethebeeart]

:D (I ramble in my tags about this)

[drawnecromancy]

Find the word !

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer ! Thank you :D

Tagging : @isabellebissonrouthier, @tales-from-nocturnaliss, @queerlilchinchin, @jezifster and open tag ! If you feel like doing this game, do it !

Words I was given : Borrow, Beg, Steal, Manage.

Words I'm giving you : Spiral, Sheer, Cold, Fur.

As usual, I'll be picking around in all of my files, because I'm Like That, and I'll be adding at the end of each passage where they're from.

BORROW

"The wizard turned again to his own work, trying not to stare at the other too much.

This continued for a few days, generally for some hours in the morning, and a few in the afternoons. With permission, he borrowed some books, stating that he’d rather be able to work elsewhere as well. What the prince was doing when not in the wizard’s tower was a mystery, and Velial certainly didn’t want to know. It was almost a week after he started reading, when he was done with the books, that Maran started asking questions." – How the wizard got a lizard

BEG

"He trembled when the sword moved, held by hands he could not see, and begged when it brushed over his chest. The bloody, deformed wolven face drew closer to his, spit and icy water and blood dripping down, the blurry, blue eyes unable to give him a single clue about whether this creature could feel anything.

– Beg again, General, said a voice he had not thought he would ever hear again. Beg and maybe I will consider freeing you.

His own words, thrown back at him a thousand years later. His words that he knew had been lies back then, that he knew were lies now, but he begged anyway. The wolf’s half open mouth twitched, grinned, a nightmare of teeth and cold, and let out a laugh, garbled parody of warmth and humanity. His ears hurt, icy pressure building up, until the sword plunged into his chest, narrowly missing his heart, filling his lungs with blood." – Winter's Rage

STEAL

...surprisingly, none, in any of the WIP files I have. I'll just give you two different ones for "manage" because I have like. A LOT of instances. lmfao

MANAGE

"Anne struggled a little, coughing up some dirt to try to reply something. It tasted bad.

– Aw, you want to defend yourself ?

– What the fuck, she managed to spit out.

Her speech was completely garbled by the dust, but it seemed like Atropa understood anyway." – Meet Cute :3 (Anne/Atropa) [yes that's literally the file's name.]

"How long had it been there, waiting ? How many hours had she devoted to actually doing something useful for both of them while he was useless in his tower, failing over and over at making spells of his own that did not even manage to dampen the effects of the Emperor’s powers ? How easy was it, after replicating the strings, to figure out how the rest of the puppeteering worked, to stop possession from happening ?" – A Realization

[deus-ex-mona]

‼️reset the counter‼️ it has been ✨0✨ days since the last chizuutan content drop‼️

[akascow]

man yellowjackets would be so much better if it didnt keep cutting back to the present day

[starry-bi-sky]

#battinson with chronically ill half dead teenager yesssssssss#I'm imagining that first night he brings danny to the cave and hes just internally panicking#like what do i do with this kid. where do i put him. i cant just leave him in the cave. im DEFINITELY not leaving him alone

FRRRR. Like @/that1badassbitch mentioned in the comments, Bruce's thoughts that entire time was just varying pitches of internal screaming. Which I am still wheezing at because yeah, preach. Bruce's pov from the moment Danny accosts him in the alley to him bringing Danny into the cave ranges from awkward panicking, genuine desperation to get this kid some help, a lot of heartbreak on the boy's behalf, and also just pure anger at his godfather.

Cuz like, who the fuck does this?? How dare he. This boy is a child. If it weren't for Danny's genuine terrified pleading, Bruce would've probably had a confrontation with Vlad. He would've lost, considering Vlad's power set and Bruce's lack of and Vlad would have gotten away with Danny. But he would've tried it. (Could've resulted in a spin-off au where Bruce, after losing to Vlad, proceeds to hunt the bastard down to save Danny.)

But yeah, I absolutely, delightfully agree that Battinson is just. internally panicking the entire time. From the rooftops, to the car, to the driving all the way to the cave -- which, after a quick google search, is apparently in an abandoned train depot in Batman (2022). Which is fascinating to me, but I digress. His internal monologue consists of cussing out Danny's godfather, trying to figure out what the poison is, a repetitive use of the word "FUCK", and him going "keep him awake keep him awake keep him aWAKE--"

But like, in a more Bruce Wayne fashion.

Danny is curled up in the passenger seat beside him and Bruce keeps intermittently checking on him every few seconds. Danny just looks like shit, man. Poor kid has a seemingly unending bloody nose, he's coughed a few times already and each time sounds like its shaking through his lungs and taking a piece out. His breathing is hollow, quietly raspy, and Danny sounds like he's gasping each time he breathes in. He's pale, clammy and sweating, but trembling, and his eyes are glazed over, unfocused, and half-lidded.

Dealer's choice here but I'm very amused but also fond of the idea that Bruce, in an attempt to do anything to soothe this kid, panic-clips off his cape and kinda just. throws it at him. Cringes, then awkwardly tries to adjust it so it's laying over him like a blanket.

It works though! Danny, through his haze, cracks a smile at him before grabbing the cape and practically curling around it. He seems to visibly relax, and Bruce silently slumps with relief that his idea worked. I also think he tries to painfully make some sort of small talk but frankly the only valid form of "small talk" he knows is interrogation. Danny's too out of it to mind though.

Bruce asks him if he knows what his godfather used to poison him.

("Blood Bl'ssom.") ("What is that?") ("A k'nda plant. Issa type o' rose.") ("Where can I find one?") ("Y'can't.") (And hear Bruce's blood chills for a moment. "What do you mean?") ("Blossoms went extinct in th- in the 1600s.") ("What? How is that possible? How'd your godfather get his hands on one?") ("Science.")

He also learns that the poison is, horrifyingly, cannibalistic, and Danny reassures him that he kinda stopped feeling the pain a few hours ago. Then he gags on nothing and spirals into an ugly coughing fit. "...Mostly." He adds on.

I have this very vivid mental image of Battinson screeching to a stop in the cave, Alfred's off to the side messing with some prototype gadgets. Bruce's side door swings open and Alfred's in the middle of snarkily asking if he's decided to get a reasonable amount of sleep tonight, only to immediately eat his tongue when Bruce beelines to the other side of the car and frantically pulls a waifish victorian kid with the tuberculosis blood cough to match out of the passenger's side.

("Dear god, what happened!?") ("His godfather poisoned him. I need towels and every medical device we have in here.")

The few photos I could find of the Battinson Cave did not imply there was a gurney in there, so Bruce uses on of the metal tables. He uses one arm to swipe off all the stuff on there onto the floor before laying Danny down.

It's. a very stressful time! That's for sure. Bruce is stuck between trying to get some form of antidote or at the very least a neutralizer to the blood blossom extract made, and also reassuring Danny that he's going to be fine. He's out of his depth.

They do get Danny stabilized though! How? Uh, I hadn't actually been able to think of how up until now, and this is just me trying to throw together an idea up on the fly. But Bruce like, manages to make some kind of 'antidote' that doesn't completely kill the blood blossom extract, but it makes the poison at least forcibly slow down.

[Forced to put a read more because this got SO LONG. oops]

"like what do i do with this kid. where do i put him. i cant just leave him in the cave. im DEFINITELY not leaving him alone" <<< is his sudden internal crisis after Danny's stabilized and passed out on the table. Giving him back to his godfather is completely off the fucking table, and Bruce can't give him up to CPS because there's a risk that he'll also return to his godfather.

He ends up, unsurprisingly to all of us, on deciding to keep Danny with him for the time being. At least until they can get his godfather behind bars. And you're right! Danny can't stay in the cave -- it's a half-furnished, rundown train depot. There's a tetanus shot waiting around each corner. It's Bruce's (reluctant) idea to take him up to the manor.

So Danny wakes up in an incredibly gothic guest bedroom, not feeling 100%, but also not feeling like total death like he did yesterday. He can still feel the blood blossom in him -- it leaves a joint and muscle soreness throughout his whole body, and when he breathes there's a weight there.

His confusion over where he woke up -- because it's very much not Vlad's place -- is overshadowed by his frank awe. You can't tell me he hasn't developed an appreciation and fondness of gothness due to his friendship with Sam. He might not be into it like Sam is, but he can appreciate the beauty when it's right in front of him.

#and hes got that awkward silent staring thing going on. Danny's trying not to die and vlads not there anymore#so hes unbothered by it really

Bruce pulled up a chair next to Danny's bed in the manor and didn't move a single inch the entire time. Just. sat there and stared to make sure the kid didn't stop breathing in the middle of the night. Probably has some facial recognition scanner going to try and figure out Danny's last name -- whether that works or not is dealer's choice frankly.

Either way, Danny turns his head to the left and nearly jumps three feet into the air when he sees Bruce and his 'stares into your soul' blue eyes. Sends him into a minor coughing fit by accident. Battinson very awkwardly and quietly apologizes. danny kinda just waves him off.

That's a whole conversation I'm not gonna go into, but to sum it up Bruce asks how Danny's feeling, and Danny tells him that he feels better, but he can still feel the blood blossom poison. So whatever he did, didn't get rid of all of it. (He's still incredibly fucking grateful nonetheless)

cue that "getting to know you" interrogation stuff.

(Danny can probably keep the full extent of his halfa status a secret from Bruce at first, but he is forced to tell Bruce about the ectoplasm running through him since it's the only reason the blood blossom toxin even works on him. Which results in him telling him a.. slightly omitted version of why he even has that in there in the first place.)

(Maybe he reveals that he was a hero in order to convince Bruce to let him out on the field rather than being just support? I've got ideas and fortunately your tags will help me delve into them)

#alfred pretends to be exasperated that bruce kidnapped a kid but honestly hes relieved#maybe being responsible for someone else will make bruce more responsible for his own health

no notes. just know that i'm wheezing at this. my friend @kingcrow01 had Alfred essentially reacting the same fucking way.

#the media would eat it up are you kidding??? the reclusive prince of gotham seen with a mysterious child???#and theyve both got that sickly pathetic wet cat look to them what with bruce constantly being injured and danny being chronically poisoned

FR! I love social media shenanigans and I love seeing it in fic (Lex Luthor's Ascent From Supervillainy To Fatherhood is a really good example of it imo), although i'm not too good at making it myself. Imagining how twitter in-universe might react to photo evidence of Danny with Bruce is going to fuel my desire for seeing people's reactions to things for ages. I am delighted to imagine that dumpster fire. The in-universe memes, guys.

Nobody has any clue what this mysterious Wayne child looks like for the longest time because Danny follows Bruce's lead and dresses in Anti-Paparazzi Recluse Fits. Mostly because he's the godchild of an equally reclusive and influential billionaire figure, and I imagine Vlad would pitch a media fit trying to find his poor, beloved godson.

Can you imagine the fucking SCANDAL if people found out that Vlad Masters' godson ran off and was currently living with recluse Gotham Prince Bruce Wayne? The tabloids would eat this shit up. It's a three-course meal that's paying their rent for the next three months. That's not even to say what Vlad might do upon finding out Danny's whereabouts.

So yeah, photo evidence of Danny only has shots of him wearing a large hoodie, one of Bruce's jackets, and a medical face mask and a hat. It doesn't hide any of the Sickly Pathetic Wet Cat look, if anything it enhances it. But you can see his bright 'staring into your soul like the oracle of delphi' blue eyes, and the black curls plastering his face, and his pale skin.

In some photos, as blurry as they are, Danny appears to be leaning into Bruce's side, seemingly using him as a support. The "antidote" (medicine?) Bruce created that first night was effective, but it wears off eventually. Before they make his medical bracelets, the both of them agree to use the antidote Bruce made to stave off the worst of the poison.

These photos are taken around the times the antidote was wearing off or had worn off, and the toxin was taking itself out of the backseat and shifting back into high gear. Despite that, Danny managed to convince Bruce to let him tag along on whatever shopping run he was on.

Someone took one of these photos and captioned it "Pathetic Wet Cat and his Sickly Pathetic Wet Kitten" and posted it on SMS. It got numbers.

Oh my god, I just thought of this but when Battinson is finally cornered by reporters asking him about Danny he does this:

he internally panics, and then with a straight face says "i don't know what you're talking about. i don't have a son." and then he Flees.

(this blows up in his face because the reporter he responded to never asked him if Danny was his son, they asked him who the boy seen with him was. Bruce is trending on twitter before he even makes it home. He's mortified. There's potential here for a scene between Bruce and Danny where they have that long-awaited 'are we family?' conversation.)

#i know everyone's focusing on danny working as a hero with batman and his relationships with dick and jason and everyone as the older siblin#but im still stuck on early days batman with a teenager to care for and how that dynamic is going to be SO DIFFERENT#than that same bruce with a 9 year old Dick. like the circumstances are so different and hes never bat-dopted a kid before this

NO BECAUSE YOU GET IT. YOU GET IIIIT! I fucking love older brother danny, however the biggest appeal of the "eldest son danny" idea is in fact how he and bruce's relationship would have to play out in order for that to happen. You could argue that Danny could be an 'older brother figure' to the Robins and still not have any familial affiliation with Batman, but the fact of the matter is, simply? I want that familial affiliation with Bruce. I want to see how that would play out, and how it would develop.

I am. a scientist prodding a little glass stirring rod at the potential family dynamic of Bruce Wayne and Danny Fenton and going, in complete wonderment and awe, "wow. fascinating. how does that work? how did you happen? what made you? how can i do it again?"

I also think there could be something fascinating over the fact that Bruce Wayne watched his parents die in front of him, while Danny's parents don't even know Danny died at all. A (once) child with dead parents, and a dead child with living parents. I think there's something to be explored there, I just haven't yet figured out what.

And yeah! a teen is completely different than an 8 year old. They're in very different developmental stages in their life, and that's not even addressing their lifestyle differences. When I made this prompt I mentally kinda just placed the death of danny's parents as having happened a few months ago. To me, it feels like enough time for Vlad's temperament to escalate from bad to worse, and for him to actually cook up that blood blossom toxin.

Danny's at a different mourning period compared to Dick, who was brought in while it wasn't even a day old. Maybe Danny hasn't had much time to mourn his family as much as he's wanted because he's been stuck in survival mode living with Vlad, and once he feels secure with Bruce he can finally tap into that grief he's been keeping on the backburner.

Lots of things to explore that can adjusted and changed as needed! Very flexible.

All in all though, I am a sucker for found family and in order for Danny to have family in Dick and the others, he needs to find it with Bruce.

#and this one has a crazy demon murder godfather and poison blood and a history of punching otherworldly apocalypse-creatures#into another dimension. no parenting book will help.

no notes here other than yeah, agreed, wheeze. The good news is that he doesn't need to be completely afraid that those otherworldly potential-apocalypse kickstarters will show up at any random point, Because, imo, Danny shut down and destroyed the portal before he could be shipped off in order to prevent anyway (cough-the GIW-cough) from accessing it. Vlad's the only one with a working portal currently and he's not as careless as the fentons are as to keep it open willy-nilly.

now the only thing he needs to worry about is the crazy demon godfather and the flora-boros blood toxin in his son's veins! whoo.

#and like yeah danny will want to help gotham and save people#but honestly? with his new limitations and no expectations from a previous robin do you think he would do it the same way?

I love this question! because honestly when I was initially expanding on this idea on my own, my initial answer was "no" due to the toxin's limitations. I had the same idea as you where Danny takes on a more 'oracle' role where he's not out in the field, but he's still helping behind the scenes. I was torn between "logically would this happen" as well as "chronically ill people aren't delicate flowers, they can do things" and a little dash of "okay but i really want nightingale out in the field"

In the end I decided that I liked the idea of Danny actually out with Bruce, and that as a result there would need to appropriate consequences and drawbacks for this decision.

#idk guys he fights ghosts because no one else can#i think he'd probably play a much more supportive role. at least at first. << you're totally right, too. And Danny's motivations for wanting to help in Gotham would have to be different than in Amity Park. Oooo this has good character growth potential.

Danny helps Amity Park out of a sense of obligation right? Like obviously it's also because he's a good person, but ultimately it kinda comes across as an obligation. He's the only one who can, so he's the one to do it, despite the fact that throughout the show he's shown to want that normal life. There's guilt there if he doesn't do anything; he has the power to stop this, so why shouldn't he?

(Oo, doesn't that sound kinda familiar? Guilt over something he ultimately has no control over, but thinks he could have?)

So! For him to choose to decide to rejoin the hero life, and not just from behind the curtain, feels like a pretty big character decision to me. Especially because now, he doesn't really have the power to help. Not like he did before.

He's sickly, essentially powerless because using his powers speeds up the toxin, and equipped only with his wits, his creativity, and whatever fighting skills he may have acquired during his time as Phantom -- and whatever martial arts prowess the author decides to have Maddie pass down to Danny.

He's not doing this because he feels like he has to, but because he wants to. I think that's pretty cool.

You reminded me that ideas can be combined too! It's dealers choice for anyone who wants to throw their hat into the ring in how Danny decides to join the frontline fight.

I'm going to kinda contradict myself here but one of my ideas for Danny going from behind-the-scenes to in-your-face-scenes is just. Batman needing backup for a fight. I'm not going to go into specifics for who he's facing, because frankly i'm not sure myself, but he needs backup.

And Danny, who likes to sit in the cave more often than not, waiting for Bruce to come back, sees this through whatever cameras are available. He's stressed out, worried for Batman's safety. This could be a good catalyst for the overarching subplot of him rejoining the hero scene as well as hey, maybe realizing that he doesn't need his powers to help people.

Danny's warring with himself about what to do. Trying to soothe his anxieties by reminding himself that Bruce is an incredible fighter and good at getting out of tight spots, telling himself it would be fine. Rebuffing the little voice in his mind saying he should help by telling it that he might make things worse. And when his subconscious tries to tell him that he can help, he rebuffs it by saying does he need to?

And there, right there, is what's been playing on repeat for however long it takes for him to become nightingale. Every night: "I can help, but do I need to?" and during this night is when he has an epiphany; "No, but I want to."

it's like the sun peaking through the clouds after weeks of gray skies. He wants to help. He can help, but not because he should or because he's able to, although that is important, but because he wants to.

So he finds where Bruce hides the face paint, smears what he think is an adequate amount on his face -- it looks almost mask like. And hunts down one of the spare utility belts -- he ends up having to wrap it around his shoulder and torso like a bandolier due to how tall Bruce is and how willowy Danny is. he already has a hoodie on, and pulls it up over his head. And fuck it, i'm calling down the Rule of Cool Law. Danny finds one of Bruce's spare capes and tears it up to make a makeshift scarf to better hide his face. He gets some other tools he needs that he knows Bruce uses, and then he's off.

(Bruce is both very shocked and very upset when Danny comes crashing through the ceiling with a faux-confident; "Hiyo, B! You're looking pretty bat-tered, so I thought I'd come in and give a helping claw!")

(Results in what I think is a very funny post-fight conversation where they have something of a hissed argument in front of the half-conscious criminals. "what are you doing here?!" "i wanted to help!" "where'd you learn to fight like this?" "mom taught me" -> which causes a fucking BUZZ in the criminal underground when word gets out.)

there's conflict. argument over bruce not wanting danny to come out to help him. Until danny eventually wins out in the end by pulling up footage of phantom on the batcomputer, revealing his previous hero status, and pure damn stubbornness. Bruce agrees but only after he updates Danny's self-defense and gets him a proper suit.

#alfred cant handle TWO wet rats getting beat up every night lol

singling this out because it's funny and you're rIGHT.

#danny innovating new and better bat gadgets. making good humanitarian use of the wayne money in ways that would make sam proud. #making sure alfred isnt the only thing standing between bruce and bruce's death at the hands of the city he loves

Danny's bambi eyes are lethal work, and Alfred's favorite employ whenever Bruce is being stubborn. Even after rejoining the active hero scene, Danny will still team up with Alfred to drag Bruce to bed or rest. Excuse you, don't make the same mistakes he did! He's the elder hero here!

Danny churns out so many anti-ghost gadgets for Bruce for the inevitable confrontation with Vlad, along with non-ecto gadgets just because he wants him safe. It becomes an unusual bonding experience for the both of them to come up with gadget ideas together and then figuring out how to make it work, and then building them together.

Vigilante equivalent of helping dad in the garage except you're both fixing the car and telling the other to grab them the 3/5th quarter-inch flathead screwdriver from the toolbox.

Danny is delighted to have someone to bounce ideas off of with, as does Bruce.

For the good old "fights are one of the ways ghosts socialize" trope: They have regular training sessions, but it's Danny who asks if they could sometimes just have some for-fun sparring sessions. Then has to very embarrassedly explain to Bruce that it's just something ghosts do with each other to socialize sometimes.

Bruce reads between the lines and sees it for what it is: play fighting. Danny's asking to play fight. There are no parenting books on taking care of a half-ghost teen, but he immediately thinks on a documentary on lions he saw a while ago and agrees.

These play fights more often than not result in Danny being tossed around like a ragdoll and loving it -- he's light as feathers and being thrown up into the air feels like he's flying again. Something he can't do anymore for obvious reasons. Plus the ghostly bonding thing.

I don't have much to add about the humanitarian use of wayne money thing, i agree. It also makes Bruce proud and could help inspire him to start getting more involved with Wayne Industries so he can start using his parents' company for humanitarian use as well.

#MAN imagine the fluff of danny learning to decipher bat grunts#if anyone has experience seeing past the crazy obsessive seemingly single minded focus of a parental figure and to the real love and care#that exists so deeply and truly under and throughout it all it'll be danny

aaaaaa, man you're so right. i was talking to crow about this but, for context, the idea was that Nightingale has a tendency to sometimes bite his opponents. And it's become something almost like a signature surprise move because he has Ghost Fangs, but the first time this happens its during some kind of gang fight between B, Gale, and a handful of goons.

However, the fight halts to surprised stop when one of the guys shrieks out; "OW, HE BIT ME!" and like a spell, everyone turns, flabbergasted, towards the guy who said it. Because what the fuck did you mean he bit you, wHY IS HE BITING.

And there, hanging off the guy's arm with all the smug self-satisfaction of a cat, is Nightingale, with his fangs still chomped down onto the guy's arm. There's a few seconds of silence, long enough for everyone to see what's going on, before Gale reorients his momentum and kicks the guy square in the jaw; knocking him out cold.

The thing that catches everyone's attention is that Nightingale drew blood. They watch, half-terrified, half-baffled, as the kid scrunches his nose up, wipes at his mouth, and makes a noise of disgust. He turns to look at Batman, who has also stopped what he's doing to stare as well.

Nightingale asks him; "Am I gonna have to get checked for this?"

Rather than deign him with a response, Batman remains silent. They stare at each other for three whole seconds, before Nightingale clicks his tongue like Batman had said something he didn't like, but expected.

"Aw, okay." Then without missing a beat, he turns and launches himself like a feral cat at the closest person next to him, and the room descends back into chaos once more.

Man, I'm just imagining them working next to each other on their own personal project, and Danny will quietly ask for Bruce's opinion on something. Bruce gives him a single grunt, and Danny's silent for a moment, contemplative, before muttering something like "huh, i guess you're right" or "oh, good idea."

Danny eventually adopts Bruce's little "hrm" quirk himself, and it slowly goes from: "hey, what do you think about this?" "hrm" "that's what I thought too" to: "..hmn?" "hm."

The ever consistent urge to make Your Blorbo The Most Specialist Character On The Block Ever is forever a plague of mine, and I'm very tempted to say that Danny is the only other kid except Cass who can do the "hm?" "hn" thing back to back with Bruce. Don't get me wrong, the other batkids can do the "Hey X thing" "hm" "okay" thing, and on some level can do the "hm" "hm" thing too, but they can't do it quite to the same extent as Danny can, and its from those years where it was just the two of them.

but yess!! I agree! Danny's got experience with that kind of obsessiveness, Bruce reminds him a lot of his parents that way and he understands it the best out of all his siblings as a result. It also means, however, that he willingly goes in to drag Bruce out of whatever obsessive rabbit hole he's fallen into, if he feels that Bruce has been too hyperfocused on something. He saw it with his parents, and it ended up killing them. He's not losing another dad because of his foolish tunnel vision.

#bruce is so much quieter than his parents but man if danny doesnt understand him. and maybe bruce comes to learn what dannys used to as well#comes to learn to speak his affection and open up so much more. to make danny feel more comfortable and welcome

AGAIN, NO NOTES. This is perfect and yes. I've got nothing to add.. okay I lied, i just needed a moment to think. Bruce isn't the most physically affectionate person, but he starts to be thanks to Danny, who is very tactile. Same thing with verbal praise, Danny hardly got any of it in school or, regretfully, at home since Jazz tended to get all the praise.

Bruce tells him "good eye" once after Danny spotted something before Bruce did, and Danny preened so brightly Bruce genuinely wondered if stars were going to appear over his head. He'd gotten his hands on video footage about Phantom that had shown him doing that exact same thing.

(oh which reminds me. The moment Danny tells Bruce about his previous hero experience as Phantom, Bruce goes on a research helldive to get his hands on everything about it. He's watched every single video showing Phantom. There were very few videos of Phantom that weren't videos of his fights, which were horrifying to watch on multiple levels.

Including but not limited to the fact that ghosts could apparently survive the most lethal of injuries, and he was never going to get the image of Phantom yanking a steel pipe out of his chest out of his head, or him pulling out a broken chunk of glass from his throat.)

(It was even worse seeing videos of Danny's parents shooting at him. That was a long, uncomfortable conversation.)

Another time Bruce is asking Danny about being a ghost, and Danny wistfully tells him that the thing he misses most is flying. Grappling through the city is the closest thing to it, but it's still fundamentally different -- and in some ways more exciting -- than flying. The closest comparison he could give is an indoor skydiving ring.

Bruce, a week later, rents out an indoor skydiving ring for the day and Danny spends hours inside the wind tunnel. He tells Bruce all about the similarities and differences in the car on the drive home, and then tells him that next time Bruce should try it too.

Just, all-in-all, seeing how these two interact and impact each other is what makes this so appealing to me. Especially with early years Batman. And I had so much fun typing all this out, thanks for the opportunity to infodump haha.

#UGH OP THIS POST TT-TT

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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[ginzuras]

still thinking abt the ashfur redemption au if anyone was wondering

[why-the-heck-not]

"...and now a quick  1-1.5h simmer" why do I do this

”quick fast dinner, gotta go to sleep soon” then pray tell,, why are u cooking things in separate batches?? and ohmygod is that tomato sauce mf reducing on the stove ?????

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

*pulls out chair and sits* okay but listen to me:

no doubt!jakeyn trying to kill a cockroach and then it starts flying.

IM CRYINGGGG i literally laughed out loud when i saw this in my inbox...and then again when i was imagining them while writing this..pls im pretty sure they would both faint at the same time . or jake would act all high & mighty bc he'll do anything for yn but....

this is just literal jakeyn crack for those of you who love their slices of life <3

──── NOT THAT BIG 🪳 💭 ↳ requested // part of the no doubt series !

"It's literally not that big."

"Okay, see—" Jake squints at you. "—you say that, but you're also the one currently crouched on the kitchen counter asking me to kill it for you."

You narrow your eyes at your boyfriend like he personally betrayed you—until you catch your reflection in the microwave. Your hunched-up, shaking reflection.

Yeah, okay. He's not wrong.

But also—

You hate bugs. You despise bugs. Let alone cockroaches the size of a mini croissant.

Jake, on the other hand, tiptoes across the kitchen floor, armed with one of your precious sneakers in hand as a weapon.

His stance is wide.

His eyes narrowed.

He's trying to be brave for you.

He is failing.

"I don't even know where it went," he mutters, turning slowly with the shoe raised, ready for combat. "I swear it must have crawled into a vent and like, vanished or something."

Your grip tightens around yourself, "That's what it wants you to think, Jake. It's plotting. It's gonna lay eggs. Did you know German cockroaches lay up to fifty eggs?! Do you want FIFTY baby cockroaches in our apartment, Jake?!"

Jake freezes.

Gives you a look.

Lowers the shoe.

"Okay. You need to stop watching those weird nature documentaries before bed."

"AND YOU NEED TO KILL THE COCKROACH BEFORE IT LAYS FIFTY EGGS."

Jake flinches at your tone but nods determinedly, immediately locking in—because unfortunately, he's in love with you and would follow you off a cliff.

And then, right as he turns back around—

A massive, brown blur whizzes past the two of you from behind the fridge.

You scream.

Jake screams.

Limbs go flailing.

Eyes go wide.

The shoe clatters to the floor as the both of you immediately go sprinting out the kitchen and to the other room.

"IT'S FLYING—JAKE, IT'S FLYING—"

Jake dives onto the couch face-first.

You drop under your shared dining table, arms covering your head as if that protects you more.

"THEY FLY?! SINCE WHEN DO THEY FLY?!" Jake yells from the couch, his voice muffled, as he refuses to look up from the throw pillow his face is buried into.

"I TOLD YOU THIS. THIS IS WHY WE WATCH THOSE DOCUMENTARIES, JAKE."

The roach suddenly appears again, buzzing across the room.

You scream again.

Jake screams louder.

He hurls the pillow at it.

He misses. He hits the TV.

"I can't do it, Jake, I can't," you gasp as you curl into yourself under the table. "I think I'm going into shock."

"Babe. We need to get a grip," Jake pants, now from under the couch blanket he's rolled himself into. "We're adults. We can do this."

"Okay, then get the shoe."

"No."

"Jake."

A beat of silence.

Both your eyes lock together from across the war zone of your living room.

You nod.

Jake nods.

And then, in perfect, wordless understanding—

You both book it.

Jake throws off the blanket.

You roll out from under the table.

Both of you sprint down the hall, yelling at each other to GO, GO, GO, arms flailing at one another, grabbing the other while escaping the hostage situation.

And then—

Jake slams the bedroom door behind you two. Both of you collapse against the wood, breathless. Sweaty. And emotionally scarred.

"Baby?" Jake whispers.

"Yeah?"

He looks at you with wide, broken eyes, "You know I love you, right?"

You don't let him finish.

"Yeah," you say, already taking your phone out. "I'm calling Jungwon."

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[yauchfilms]

so american ✢ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader

warnings: none; just some silly shit, some swearing, google translate dutch, max's home race is belgium and not the netherlands for timeline related reasons

summary: y/n is teasing way too many things at once…..can the fans keep up? 

author's note: this is NOT an original concept i am aware of this. but this hasn’t left my brain in days. i’ve got a very specific vision so let me cook. i know i haven't posted on here in over a year but i've returned an f1 fan. enjoy!

yourname added to their story! 

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yourname: i think i'm in love with montreal. sorry i’ve been so off the grid but i am Loving Life so hard. so much inspo in my life rn. will talk soon i promise. love u all bunches 🫶🏼🌷

ynsbestfriend: hey queen you have done it again!

-> yourname: ugh i love you so bad

user1: UM BAE WHOS THAT IN THE LAST SLIDE?

-> yourname: beats me! 

-> user1: i do not trust you. 

lilymhe: hiiiii pretty girl

-> yourname: stop im blushinggggg

user2: i fear she’s in her lover girl era 

-> user3: girl help im so fucking scared right now what’s happening

user4: so does any of this have to do with your story from yesterday??????

*liked by yourname.*

maxverstappen1 added to their story! 

yourname added to their story! 

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yourname: life's been a beach lately. clearly i've been loathing my time in spain ://///

user5: IS THAT MAX

-> user6: no bc it HAS to be

heidiberger_: Loved spending the week with you! 🤍

-> yourname: same!!!!!! let's do it again sometime 🥰

-> user6: NOT DANNY RIC'S GF COMMENTING?????? AND LILY MUNI HE ON HER LAST POST???????

user6: no bc even if her and max were dating and she's been traveling with him why have we not seen her in the paddock

-> user7: to throw us off our rhythm????

-> user8: what if they debut at his home race in spa ijbol

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tagged: maxverstappen1, redbullracing, and ynsbestfriend

yourname: hahaha felt like dropping 2 things at once on u guys LOLLLLLLLL. thank u to redbullracing, spagrandprix, and the city of spa for letting me and my friends crash the race the other week to film the “so american” music video, and to maxie for winning in ur home country. it was so fucking special to be there supporting u. i love u baby!

ps. another thank u to max for thinking i'm the funniest person in the world and making fun of my americanness for as long as i've known him (which is quite a while).

enjoy this tune guys. it's urs forever and i hope u love it as much as i love the person it's about 🫶🏼 🇧🇪 🇳🇱 TU DU DU DU!!!!!

user9: OH NMY GOD I FUCKING KNEW I SAW U IN THE GARAGE

ynsbestfriend: thanks for letting me third wheel mommy

-> yourname: no one else i'd rather drag along!!!

danielricciardo: Welcome to the family! Song's a banger although I can't believe it's actually about Max of all people 🤢 GROSS!!

-> yourname: jealousy is a disease danny.

user10: i actually cannot fathom this this is so me core

alexandramalsaintmleux: I am so glad to know you! Your happiness is everything 🩷

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tagged: yourname and ynsfriend

maxverstappen1: Spent a week away in New England with my talented, gorgeous girl. Loved getting away and experiencing America through her eyes! Consider me an honorary American now! Also, stream “So American” wherever you choose. It's about me 😉 

yourname: does this mean i can stop hiding in the garage now???

landonorris: Happy for you mate! Love the song as well yourname 🤍

-> yourname: awe thank u lando 🥺 i got more to show u when i see u next!!!!!!

redbullracing: ❤️💙

user11: MAX IS IN HIS LOVER BOY ERA

danielricciardo: How many more times can you say American?

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tagged: maxverstappen1

yourname: nothing like celebrating the best 2 weeks of my life than showing my boy around ye olde stomping grounds #soamerican

liamlawson30: This is so American of him

-> yourname: like he fits in so well!

lydianight: u'll have him in the american flag board shorts in no time

-> yourname: baby steps :///

user11: she really is in her lover girl era 🥺

clairo: did you take him to the chipotle that is also a historic landmark downtown??

-> yourname: dude of COURSE i did. he said it was "interesting"

yourname added to their story! 

[clarkeysbedchem]

whatever happens, i’m letting it | part four

previous part | next part

will lenney x fem reader

summary: will falls for chris’ new assistant

masterlist | main masterlist

notification !

new message from christopher 🤓

chris: we’re going skiing

you: ooo sorry not sure my boss will approve of my holiday

chris: stfu you prat

you: right. i quit.

chris: okay bye

you: thats crazy work actually christopher

chris: are you coming skiing or not?

you: who else is going?

chris: bach, arthur, george, chip, liv, flo, and sabina

you: yay okay, sure i’ll come

chris: oh and wil 😁

you: nvm im not coming

chris: too late i’ve already booked everything

you: wanker

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tagged: sabinablair_, livvydimartino | italianbach, georgeclarkeey | willne | arthurtv | glambyflo, livvydimartino | theburntchip | chrismd10

yourusername pov: youre a worldclass skier 🤟🏻

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sabinablair_ im genuinely terrified for your life

┃ yourusername atleast its a good story of how i died

┃ georgeclarkeey yeah being killed bc you and will can’t ski for shit

┃ willne dont lump me with this pillock

┃ yourusername i dont want to be associated with him

userone i wonder how much convincing chris needed for the last photo

┃ yourusername none, it was his idea

┃ chrismd10 you lie

georgeclarkeey if you fall one more time im not helping you

┃ yourusername you were my last hope 😔

┃ usertwo SHIPPPP

chrismd are you still gonna work for me after this? 😅

┃ yourusername maybe with some compensation

userthree this is looking like a couples holiday bach+liv, sabina+chip, arthur+flo, george+chris does this mean will and y/n??

┃ userone youre delusional

The lodge you were all staying in had fallen into a heavy silence, the kind that only comes in the dead of night. Everyone else had retreated to their rooms, now wrapped in sleep. The only sounds left were the wind whistling through the cracks in the walls and the soft, steady crackle of the fire burning the hearth.

You sat curled up on the couch in front of it, the warm orange glow flickering over your face. The faint scratch of a page turning was the only other sound in the room. You sipped at the tea cradled in your hands, letting the warmth seep into your fingers.

It was at least 3 a.m., but you were wide awake.

You never could sleep properly whenever you were away from home. Something about unfamiliar walls and beds always left you restless, and this had become your ritual - sitting alone in the quiet while the others caught up on well-earned rest.

The sudden creak of the stairs broke the stillness, pulling you from your calm. Your head snapped up. Will.

He emerged from the shadows, hair a little messy, eyes half-lidded, and voice still gravelly with sleep. “Why’re you awake?” he asked, and the simple sound of his voice sent a jolt through your chest.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek as he stepped around the sofa to face you. “Couldn’t sleep,” you admitted softly.

He tilted his head, his tousled hair flopping with the motion, and gestured for you to scoot over. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, shifting to the side as he sat down and pulled part of your blanket over his legs. “I can never sleep when I’m not at home.”

Will leaned back, arms folding behind his head. The movement tugged his t-shirt up slightly, exposing the faint line of muscle at his waist. You noticed it before you could stop yourself, your eyes snapping quickly back to the book and mug in your lap, cheeks growing warm.

“Why are you down here?” you asked, tracing your finger idly around the rim of your mug to distract yourself.

“Just came to check on ya.”

Your head lifted at that, brows furrowing slightly.

“You think I haven’t noticed you’re always the last one to sleep and the first one up?”

You gave a quiet laugh, “Didn’t think you noticed anything about me, to be honest. Thought you could barely tolerate me.”

Will looked over at you, his expression unreadable in the low firelight. “I notice more than you think, love.”

The nickname made your breath catch. You were suddenly thankful for the shadows of the room, because your face was definitely giving you away.

“Oh.”

He hummed and shifted lower on the couch, slouching until he looked completely at home there. “Is there anything that helps you sleep?”

You shrugged again. “I’ve tried everything except medication.”

Will nodded slowly, then - without warning - reached for the book and mug in your lap, setting them on the coffee table, ignoring your quiet protest.

“C’mere.”

Your brows drew together in confusion, but before you could say anything, he rolled his eyes and gently pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t-”

“Be quiet, will ya.”

You gave in with a sigh, letting your head fall against his chest. The rhythm of his breathing, steady and even, filled the silence. You could hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of him beside you. His thumb traced gentle, almost unnoticeable shapes along your arm, his touch featherlight and soothing.

Your eyes fluttered shut before you could stop them.

“You can go to sleep,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His chin rested softly atop your head. “I’ve got you.”

And for some reason, you believed him.

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, not really. You were only going to rest your eyes for a second - just let your muscles relax into the warmth of the fire, into the way Will’s arm held you like he’d done it before, like it was second nature.

It was easy to let go.

The feeling of his hand tracing slow shapes into your arm, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the low, steady sound of his breathing - it pulled you in like a lullaby.

You didn’t know how long you'd been asleep when your eyes cracked open again. The fire had burned lower now, glowing with just enough light to paint everything in gold and shadow. Will was still there, still holding you, his body slack with sleep. His head had tilted slightly to the side, lips parted, a strand of hair falling over his forehead.

Your breath caught in your throat again - not from surprise, but from something else. Something heavier. Softer.

He looked younger like this. Calmer. Like the weight he usually carried had slipped off his shoulders just long enough to let him rest.

Your gaze dropped to where your hand had ended up - resting gently on his chest, right over his heart. You should’ve moved it, should’ve pulled away, but you didn’t. Something about this moment felt… fragile. Like any movement would shatter it.

Will stirred then, shifting slightly. His arm instinctively pulled you closer, like his body registered your presence before his mind caught up.

“You still awake?” he murmured, voice raspy with sleep, barely above a whisper.

You nodded against him. “Yeah. Barely.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Just breathed. You wondered if he could feel your heart racing, wondered if his was doing the same.

“I used to hate nights like this,” he said eventually. “Could never sleep either. Too quiet. Too much to think about.”

You stayed still, listening.

“But this…” he paused, his thumb brushing up and down your arm, slower now, more deliberate. “This is nice.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “You mean being stuck on a lumpy couch with someone stealing your blanket?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Exactly that, yeah.”

There was a comfortable pause after that. No pressure to speak. No need to explain. Just the soft creak of the old lodge settling around you, the fading fire, the quiet rhythm of breathing in sync.

“I meant it earlier,” Will said suddenly, more awake now. “I notice things. I notice you.”

You tilted your head to look up at him. His eyes were open now, locked on yours. There was something steady in them - no teasing, no sarcasm. Just truth.

Your throat felt tight. “Then why do act like I don’t exist – and when you do it’s like I’m the worst person to ever step foot on earth. Why didn’t you just say something?”

He gave you a look - gentle, a little unsure. “Would you have believed me?”

You didn’t answer. Because maybe you wouldn’t have. Not when you were so caught up in overthinking every glance, every word, every moment where it felt like something was there.

You couldn’t find the words to reply to him, moving your eyes from his and down to the hand that was splayed over his chest rising with the rhythm of his breath. Every inch of you wanted to pull away from the contact but you couldn’t.

Will’s fingers found yours, curling around them without thinking. “You don’t have to say anything,”

You nodded slowly, your fingers tightening slightly in his. “Okay.”

You wanted to say so much more - but for now, the quiet between you felt enough.

No bickering, no challenges, just silence.

Eventually, your head dropped back onto his chest, your eyelids heavier than before. Will’s arm stayed wrapped around you, holding you close like a secret.

Neither of you said another word.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you might actually sleep.

“Will you twats be quiet?”

Will’s groggy, annoyed voice cut through the haze of sleep, echoing through your ears and pulling you back into consciousness. His voice, though irritated, still carried that familiar warmth beneath it - like it took effort to sound properly annoyed.

You stilled.

There was a hand resting on your hip. A thumb tracing absent-minded shapes into the fabric of your shirt. Small, lazy movements that sent a quiet warmth up your spine.

You let out a slow, silent yawn, stretching your legs slightly, trying not to move too much -but it was too late.

Will cursed under his breath, just softly enough for only you to hear, and you opened your eyes to find his already on you. His gaze was soft, half-lidded with sleep but undeniably tender.

The fire from last night had gone out, leaving the room lit by pale morning light that spilled through the wide lodge windows. In it, Will looked unfairly good – his face lit in a way that made him seem otherwordly

“Sorry,” you whispered, your voice still hoarse from sleep.

You shifted back quickly, putting a little more distance between the two of you than either of you really wanted. In your rush, you didn’t notice the way his expression faltered, the flicker of disappointment that passed over his features.

The shift in warmth - the sudden absence of contact - left something hollow behind.

But then you felt it: eyes. The kind of sensation that meant you were being watched.

You turned your head toward the kitchen, where a group of your friends stood, frozen mid-movement. Toast halfway to mouths, coffee cups paused, eyes wide.

George and Bach looked mildly amused. Chris and Television had a knowing smirk. And Chip looked like he had far too many questions he was dying to ask. While the girls looked as though they were gonna burst with a plethora of emotions.

Your stomach dropped.

The colour drained from your face as heat flooded your cheeks. Whatever soft, delicate bubble you and Will had existed in overnight had burst the second the rest of the world woke up.

Without saying another word, you pushed yourself up from the sofa, quickly bolting for the stairs, the sound of your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

Behind you, Will sat up slowly, dragging a hand through his messy hair, lips parting like he wanted to call after you - but he didn’t.

Instead, he just watched you disappear up the stairs, still clinging to the spot you'd left behind.

You shut your bedroom door with a quiet click, leaning your back against it for a second as you pressed your palms into your face. Your cheeks were still warm, heart racing from the way everyone had seen. From the way Will had looked at you like he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

You weren’t sure what rattled you more - the intimacy of waking up like that, or the fact that it had felt so normal.

The moment was clinging to your skin like static.

You let out a slow breath and turned toward your bag to start getting ready when you heard the creak of the floorboards outside the door.

A knock came - soft but intentional. Followed by the familiar sound of Liv’s voice.

“Open up. We saw, don’t bother pretending.”

You groaned quietly, but there was no real fight behind it. You cracked the door and saw the three of them standing there: Liv, arms crossed with a knowing glint in her eye; Sabina, barely holding in a grin; and Flo, clutching her mug of tea like she’d just come from witnessing a soap drama and needed the tea to cope.

You sighed and stepped aside, letting them in without a word.

They all flooded in with quiet laughter and whispered gasps like they were sneaking into forbidden territory. Flo dropped onto the edge of the bed, Sabina leaned against the desk, and Liv closed the door behind her with a smug little click.

“You slept on the sofa with Will?” Liv started, her voice hushed but clearly filled with barely-contained excitement.

Sabina tilted her head, eyes sparkling. “And not just slept - slept slept. Like spooning? We all saw the hand placement.”

“Guys,” you muttered, covering your face again with a groan, “please, I’m already dying of secondhand embarrassment.”

“Secondhand?” Flo asked, raising a brow. “Babes, you were the source.”

You flopped onto the bed beside her, dragging a pillow over your face as they all laughed softly around you.

Liv nudged the pillow. “Okay, but seriously… are you going to pretend there’s nothing there?”

You peeked out, your voice quiet. “It wasn’t planned.”

Flo nodded gently. “Didn’t look like it. Looked… natural.”

That word made your stomach flutter. Natural. That’s exactly what it felt like.

You sat up slowly, fingers knotting together in your lap. “I didn’t even realise I’d fallen asleep. One minute he was telling me I could, and the next…” You trailed off, unsure how to even explain the way it felt. The way Will had held you. The way he hadn’t hesitated. Like you belonged there.

Sabina gave you a soft smile, her voice gentler now. “And when you woke up?”

Your throat tightened. “He was already looking at me.”

They all went quiet for a second.

Flo set her mug down. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

You looked at her like she’d asked you to solve world peace. “What can I do? I ran out of the room like an idiot.”

“You panicked,” Liv said simply, brushing her hand against your arm. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Sabina tilted her head. “But maybe don’t run next time, yeah?”

You nodded slowly, chewing the inside of your cheek. The image of Will’s sleepy face, the warmth of his chest, the way his thumb had never stopped drawing shapes against your arm - it all came rushing back.

“I don’t know what this is,” you whispered. “But it’s driving me insane.”

Flo smiled. “Then talk to him about it.”

There was a beat of silence. Just the sound of the wind brushing softly against the windows, and the distant hum of voices downstairs. Then Liv stood, smoothing down her hoodie with a sigh.

“Alright, lovebirds. Let’s get ready before someone else accuses us of being dramatic.”

“We are dramatic,” Sabina shot back, and you couldn’t help but laugh, your nerves softening under their familiar chaos.

But even as they joked, your thoughts lingered in the quiet corners of that morning.

And in the space beside you that still felt a little too empty.

[https-milo]

Hihi !! First time requesting, this is so awkward ..😭 but by any chance, could you do a Monoma Instagram (if you write for him, of course) thank you !! 🤍

hihi tysm for the request! i think I forgot to put Monoma on my list of characters 😭😭, but yes I can!!

DATING NEITO MONOMA INSTAGRAM!

details!

Instagram posts w/ comments while dating Neito Monoma!

a/n OBVIOUSLY these are just pictures off of interest, reader can be however you imagine!

(a little different from my usual insta posts)

main m. list / instagram m. list

y/ncantthink · 5w

1.9k likes liked by kendos.fist, tetsu.x4, deku_, ocha.uravity

y/ncantthink soft... soft launch?

ocha.uravity ???? CALL ME??? y/ncantthink ocha.uravity i cant say who it issss :(( ocha.uravity y/ncantthink why nottt :((( y/ncantthink ocha.uravity cause hes a hypocrite 👎👎

kendos.fist Oh! I know whooooooo ;) y/ncantthink kendos.fist SHUT UP PLEASE

monoma.copies whoever it is must be stupid, who would date someone from class A?! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

monoma.copies · 4w

800 likes liked by kendo.fists, tetsu.x4, ocha.uravity

monoma.copies Me. I would.

tagged: y/ncantthink

y/ncantthink you would what, sweetie 😊😊😊 monoma.copies y/ncantthink date someone from 🤢🤢class A🤢🤢 y/ncantthink monoma.copies hmmm I think your phone glitched and added some weird emojis :// monoma.copies y/ncantthink strange!! 😊😊

kendos.fist All Might gives his strongest soldiers (Y/n) his toughest battles (dating Monoma) y/ncantthink kendos.fist thank you Itsuka 🫶🫶 but Neito really isn't that bad!!

ocha.uravity hes got her defending him on the main 😭😭 y/ncantthink ocha.uravity im serious!! hes really not bad at all!

tetsu.x4 shes out on the frontlines after this post

y/ncantthink · 3w

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y/ncantthink my pretty princess <3

tagged: monoma.copies

kendos.fist cant believe he let you take that 😭😭 y/ncantthink kendos.fist bc he's not a bad guy :(

monoma.copies we're such a cute couple (I'm the cuter one tho) y/ncantthink monoma.copies whatever you say, princess 🙄 chargebolt.dk monoma.copies ik ur playing...

tetsu.x4 you guys are so cute, i want to punch a wall RED.RIOT tetsu.x4 IKR!! Even if Monoma hates our class, its so cute that they're together!! hanta.fanta RED.RIOT you're joking...

deku_ i don't see anything wrong with the two being together..? am I missing something? chargebolt.dk deku_ he's always been a dick to our class. and now he's dating one of us? It doesn't make sense. deku_ chargebolt.dk kacchan is always a dick too, but we're all friends with him. I mean like whatever, but I think we should just let them live their lives.

monoma.copies · 2w

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monoma.copies wish you guys would just hop off and let us be happy

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y/ncantthink im sorry, I know most of them are my friends. I've been defending you and everything, idk what else to do monoma.copies y/ncantthink I don't blame you. you can't control them. thanks for defending me (even though your class sucks) y/ncantthink monoma.copies ofc <3 anytime

chargebolt.dk maybe we would if you weren't such a dick :D y/ncantthink chargebolt.dk Kaminari istg if you don't stfu hanta.fanta y/ncantthink don't tell me his personality is rubbing off on you... y/ncantthink hanta.fanta I literally don't want to hear from either of you. idk why you're being such dicks but I hope you choke on each other.

tetsu.x4 idk why everyone is hating, you two are so cute kendos.fist tetsu.x4 no fr, monoma has literally changed and became more bearable cause of y/n :///

RED.RIOT sorry for my classmates dude! You two just keep being you!!

deku_ idk what has gotten into some of us, but the majority of class A has nothing against you two

y/ncantthink · 1d ⭐ close friends

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y/ncantthink i hope you guys are soooo happy!! he broke up with me because the CONSTANT comments ab how we "weren't good for each other" and "I could do so much better" got to him! I do not want to talk to either of you (you know who you are). I'm switching to shiketsu

kendos.fist im so sorry y/n. neito hasnt been much better. I can tell he misses you y/ncantthink kendos.fist I just wish things would've worked out :/

chargebolt.dk are you serious? dont switch schools dude. y/ncantthink chargebolt.dk nah fuck you and sero. i wont be seeing you ever *you have blocked this user*

ocha.uravity im so sorry babes. im going to miss you so much. please keep contact? y/ncantthink ocha.uravity ofc. ill miss you too

RED.RIOT im so sorry. i tried talking to them.

deku_ we're gonna miss you so much. im here if you need it and I wish you the best

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[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode thirteen :: RIBBONS & TEA.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴various drivers x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔the groupchat returns, and while lewis is feeling a bit funny, y/n casually gives everyone a heart attack and calls it a surprise.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

lewishamilton

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lewishamilton 📍🇬🇧

tagged: y/n, tommyhilfiger.

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y/l/nestate

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y/l/nestate behind the scenes 🍾🎀 fun things coming very soon ⭐️🩷

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username 😍😍😍

☆ IMESSAGE with ; BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

honey badger: avengers assemble.

honey banger: i have easily the most important tea to spill today.

y/n: “hear yee! hear yee!” ahh text

girlfriend kika: LMFAO

babygirl alex: hear yee 😭😭😭

honey badger: it’s about max

girlfriend kika: i ain’t laughing no more 🗿

chal eclair: what does he want

chili!: no bc after the shit his team pulled i don’t think i wanna hear from anyone abt him

angel carmen: wait is it important

honey badger: it’s abt the billboards incident

princess george: oh.

my baby lando: oH?

yukino: 🔪?

honey badger: might be necessary this time

alabono: he is personally involved isn’t he 😐

honey badger: yep.

my baby lando: wait oscar needs to see this

MY BABY LANDO added PAPAYA BABY #2

papaya baby #2: i love it here already

wifey lily: oh i’m so sat

honey badger: i was ‘hanging out’ with max before the suzuka race to make it seem like we’re chill. i wasn’t there to hang w him i had a mission.

my baby lando: okay okay

chal eclair: 🤨

honey badger: i managed to get ahold of his phone then i waited until he left his drivers room

honey badger: then i switched my phone case with his to make it look like i was on my phone while i was going through his

y/n

y/n: i would like to apologise, visa cash app driver, i, indeed was NOT familiar.

girlfriend kika: LET BRO COOK 🔥🔥🔥

chili!: oH HE IS COOKING ALRIGHT

honey badger: so i go through his messages and find a deleted group chat. a group chat with the employees that red bull fired.

chal eclair: OH HELL NOOOOO 😭😭😭

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princess george: i know he thought this was IT

alabono: bro thinks he’s him

papaya baby #2: who let bro cook

honey badger: not only that

y/n: THERES MORE?????

angel carmen: hELLO?

honey badger: he made sure to tell horner to cover for him

PIERRE GASLYYYY: no fucking wonder the fia’s investigation was wrapped up SO quickly

yukino: and their corny ass apology said it all

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babygirl alex: ^^^^^^ REALLLL

y/n: setting up a zoom call rn we need to brainstorm

y/n: im also adding lew, seb and nando because they’ve been PlISSSSEEEDDD

chal eclair: “lew” and “nando” and i’m still waiting on my cute nickname

y/n: be grateful i love you and your fuck ass pasta 🙄

papaya baby #2: i love it SO much here

chili!: don’t get too comfortable oscar

y/n: i’m not gon tell you to leave that baby alone one more time 🗣️

papaya baby #2: thanks mum 🫶🏻

y/n and y/l/nestate

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y/n and y/l/nestate surprise lol 🎀 champagne, sex & anxiety 7/10 🥂 considering the amount of people i worked with on this album, it’s truly a fucking miracle that i managed to shut the fuck up abt it and not say anything so here u go i guess 💗🩰⭐️ no more sad songs LETSFUCKINGO !!!! i personally call this one my mona lisa and i BEG u to love it as much as i do when it comes out 🍾🤍🏹 also no twitter jumpscare this time ur welcome lmaooo :)! love u to death 🧸🫂💘

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☆ IMESSAGE with : Unknown Number

xxx-xxx: hey

xxx-xxx: can we talk?