#and some people get so defensive when you explain why constantly using it is a bad thing

[awesomenikie]

There has been an increase in people saying that they use ChatGPT as basically a friend and are always talking to it and getting advice from it etc and I am begging y’all to form human connections and not rely heavily on AI. You are not tony stark and that is not Jarvis please talk to people.

[lilacgaby]

title: i've changed, won't you see?

pairing: prohero!katsuki x reader

summary: katsuki ruined your life when you were small, giving you a life altering injury, though getting nothing more than a pat on the back. throughout his successes he can't get you out of his mind, so he sets out to make amends with you.

tags: silent voice inspired!! childhood bully katsuki :(, disabled reader, mentions of violence, angst to fluff, su1cide attempt, comfort, implied nsfw, no proofread

(a/n: i wanted to give my hand at really long works while doing drabbles in between but i have so many drafts now jajsjsj)

wc: ~4k

your eyes were always blurry around him it seemed. your hands shaking as your voice cracked, just begging him. "please leave me alone!" with all the might a five year old could muster.

they scoffed at you, they always did. "crybaby. blame your parents for not giving you a quirk. you should've moved when i told you to anyways, it's my park dont you know?" katsuki mocked, moving closer to you, noticing the card behind your back.

"stop being so mean! quirkless people don't do anything wrong!"

"quirkless don't do anything."

your chest was heaving with pain, your little heart couldn't take it. "you-- you'll never be a hero, you're too mean!"

in an act of rage, he set off an explosion. it was only meant to intimidate you but..

once the smoke settled your screams of terror filled the playground.

blood dripped on the floor, pooling in your hand as your grasped your ear. a ringing was all you could hear, it was driving you crazy.

were you crying? you couldn't tell, you couldn't hear. your eyes were shut as you were filled with panic, the smell of iron flooding your senses.

but katsuki remembered so much more.

the smell of the burned cartilage of your ear, the sight of it, or rather the lack of. the blood that wouldn't stop coming, why wasn't it stopping?

his group that usually rallied behind him was now gone, leaving him and a wailing you alone. he tried to talk to you, but you weren't responding.

he grew the courage to touch you, tapping on your shoulder slowly, but that didn't comfort you. in fact he thought it made it worse, making you bow your head in a defensive position.

he stared at you, unable to move, he was supposed to be a hero like allmight, were you right?

finally, a teacher came running to get you, an ambulance already on the way. they didn't look at katsuki, only at the pitiful state you were in.

you didn't respond to them either.

katsuki felt sick as he stood where you and the teacher had left them. he felt sick as he looked down to the remains of what he'd done to you.

he couldn't process it yet, but he felt a sickening despair and guilt be placed upon his shoulders.

one that wouldn't disappear.

he wasn't blamed for anything, only getting a quirk consolation. they thought he lost control? his parents eyed him as he tried to explain what had truely happened, he didn't know why he was trying, did he want to get punished?

but even after, nothing was done. with a lecture and a couple promises he was sent back to class with nothing done to him.

your life was changed forever though, it was apparent in the way that you seemed even more quiet and closed off. you sat in the back, never spoke to anyone, and got teary eyed when he even stood close to you.

your hair covered your ears constantly, a hearing aid peeking through the strands occasionally. the teacher never forced you to participate, none of them ever made an effort.

the teacher had explained to the class how you were completely deaf in one ear, and extremely hard of hearing in the other. how you'd use sign language from now on, and that the class would learn some in support. they never did though, the conversation going ignored as soon as it was uttered.

you were pulled out of class often, the teacher having to tap you on the shoulder to get your attention. your eyes dejected and your presence small as the person who came to get you made gestures with their hands to you.

you'd been cruelly placed in matching classes 'til your last years of junior high. you'd stayed the same way for forever, it was like a weight placed over his chest.

yet he felt he deserved it. he knew he was messed up. he watched you, a lot. he saw you in the back corners, usually forgotten and ignored. when you were acknowledged you were mocked, people making random hand signs to make fun of the way he forced you to communicate, mocking your unconfident speech right after.

he saw the way you sunk into yourself afterwards, making his heart hurt as you grew impossibly smaller. your hands held your own as you prayed for it to be over.

everytime you'd catch him in the halls, you'd still freeze up. your breath shaky as you bowed and left quickly, making his friends laugh but make him queasy.

that interaction was witnessed by your teacher who, after a day of you not showing up, assigned him to give you your work for the day.

with sweaty palms and a racing heart, he dropped by your house. he knew where it was, of course he did, your mom and his were close industry friends even after the incident.

because you'd never told anyone about what he'd do to you.

he knocked on the door, attempting to seem nonchalant. when you answered though, he felt his heart lurch in his chest.

"[name], uh-- this is your work."

you didn't respond, you looked almost nauseous at the sight of him, it was deserved though.

he placed your work on the floor and walked off, that was the only time he'd spoken to you since the incident,

and he couldn't even apologize.

- - -

U-A wouldn't only be a dream for him, but a release for you both. was it selfish to want to run away from his problems? sure, but it'd help you too.

as everyone in the class exclaimed the names of the schools they picked, unsurprised at katsuki's choice, he pondered on where you'd go.

nobody asked you, so you didn't speak. staying quiet as you looked out the window.

katsuki got accepted into U-A easily, but he couldn't help but feel he lacked the main criteria. he'd hurt people poorly, and couldn't apologize because of his ego.

he felt sick to accept these accomplishments of his, knowing it'd be built up on the foundation of hurting you.

but he did anyway, selfishly. he kept up his harsh demeanor in U-A anyways, working hard and scoring high. he graduated top of his class, job offers to agencies left and right.

he accepted one, working for his old internship officially now. he climbed the ranks quickly, saving lives and catching the attention of the media.

a couple years later, he was a steady number five hero when he took a patrol route over for deku. as he strolled through the city, stores littering the buildings, he saw someone he never thought he'd see again.

you, only now working for your mothers seamstress company. you were embroidering something on the station, hands precise and focused, not noticing him.

he had to keep moving, but.. he made a mental note to come back later.

he finished his patrol anxious, he went to sleep thinking of what he'd even say to you. 'hey sorry for ruining your life, can you forgive me?' he slapped his forehead in frustration.

he searched up basic sign language for beginners, learning a bit. he laughed at the stupid thoughts of your forgiveness that he dreamt of.

"as if i deserve it." he muttered, looking deeply at the ceiling of his room before falling asleep.

as soon as he awoke, he got dressed and prepared. he tried to look causal, as if he wasn't planning this.

he walked in, immediately greeted by your mother who congratulated him on his heroics. "well isn't that dynamite? saving the world i see."

he laughed politely. "i'll be number one soon enough."

"of course! well, what're you looking for? i'll give you a family discount, you grew up so close to [name] didn't you?"

his heart jumped into his throat.

"uh.. we did."

"you two were so adorable! she was so nervous around you, she must've had a crush on you or something!"

"i definitely don't think so."

"oh, you're just being modest." she said, hitting his arm lightly. "there she is now, go and speak to her."

"uh-- i--"

"go!" she shoved him in your direction, making you look up to see him. your lips parted in an unrecognizable expression as you saw him, the line you were working on now crooked as you were left alone together.

it's been about ten years hadn't it? ten years since he last saw you, but a lifetime he needed to apologize for.

he'd learned so much in U-A, outwardly changing his demeanor to what he always aspired to be. but all that meant nothing to you, who only experienced him at his worst.

he awkwardly raised his hand up to you, he did his best to sign while speaking, his hands shaky and unconfident. "hi [name], i'm really sorry about what happened back then."

your eyes followed the movements, your hands absentmindedly wrapping around yourself loosely, defensively.

"i know this is a lot but,

can we be friends?"

he waited anxiously for you to answer, you looking as if you were processing it.

in a grown up, yet timid voice, one that he hadn't heard since you were young, you almost whispered, signing as you did so out of reflex. "thank you, bakugo." your eyes grew watery. great, he just couldn't seem to stop making you cry.

he sat near you after getting wordless permission to, hanging onto every word you spoke, and being mindful to speak in a calm tone himself.

"i.. i'd like a friend, honestly. a new one anyways."

he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you said that, but still, it wasn't enough.

he wanted to, no needed to make you happy. the years of torment he subjected you to couldn't be made up by anything less than years of happiness.

after a bit of small talk, him asking you questions about what you'd been up to, how your life was treating you. he zoned out a couple times, thinking of how beautiful you've become.

"what would make you happy, [name]?" he finally said, his head supported on his hand as he gazed at you, making sure to enunciate his words so you could read his lips.

"what makes you ask?"

"i-- i want to make you happy. no matter the cost, it's what you deserve."

she laughed softly at that, her eyes flickering with an indistinguishable expression. "...i always wanted to travel. around the world, to see mountains and landscapes."

"then i'll take you."

"you don't have t--"

"i do. and ill do more [name], what i did to you was-- is horrible. you know that."

"i..

okay, okay bakugo."

"katsuki."

you smiled, "katsuki."

going from having very limited contact with your only friend from high school, to having a prohero come to your shop everyday was jarring. but not unwelcomed.

he brought gifts with him everytime, learning what you'd like and not. it ranged from food to stuffed animals, flowers to accessories, all of which you really appreciated.

you grew closer, eventually starting to meet outside of your mother's shop. at the park or walking around the mall, he'd take you anywhere you wanted to go. he'd pay for everything too, despite your reluctance.

he kept his word to you, and at the end of the month he asked you to come up to his apartment.

a penthouse.

as you walked in, greeted by the shimmering atmosphere of the expensive furniture and decor all around, abstract paintings and trophies littering shelves on the walls.

you stood by the front entrance, taking off your shoes as you walked in. "katsuki?" you asked, looking around.

he came out, a tiny smile on his face. "ya made it." he had something behind his back, "come in [name]."

the apartment was huge to say the least, it becoming even bigger than it looked from the entrance. he guided you to his plush couch, sitting next to you.

"so, i know you said you dreamt of traveling, right?"

at your nod, he pulled out the tickets from behind his back. "i.. got this tickets for you. i didn't want to push it in case you didn't want me to go with you but--"

you cut him off with a hug, tackling him into the couch.

"of course i want you to come,

katsuki."

you signed his name differently than other times,

you'd finally made a name for him.

he hugged back mindfully, so excited to finally have a huge first step in the right direction.

but he still needed to make you happy. "we'll leave in two days if that's okay, i just wanted to give you time to pack."

"okay, that's good."

"do you.. want to stay?" he asked nervously, the thought had popped into his mind and out his mouth in a millisecond.

you blinked, sitting up on his legs, pondering it over.

"sure, okay."

he put on some movies for the two of you, his heart was racing at the proximity of your body to his.

the night ended with you laid on top of him, fast asleep as he was comforted by the beating of your heart against his. your chest against his, his hand in your hair as your head laid in his neck.

he woke up first, to the sight of the gold light making you look heavenly, your hair messy from how he was playing with it throughout the night. your face was almost against his, he could kiss you right now.

but he shouldn't. he would move but he didn't want to couldn't, so he looked you over. you woke up to the feeling of his fingers caressing your face, your eyes half lidded from sleep.

"'suki. g'morning."

his heart was getting used to irregularly pounding around you at this point. "[name], uh-- hi."

after a couple moments, you got off of him, much to his discontent. his hands sliding down your legs as you got up.

"i'll be going now, i gotta pack and stuff." you said, looking in one of the many mirrors scattered around as you fixed your appearance as much as you could.

he nodded. "let me walk you home at least."

and he did walk you home, hand in hand.

those two nights he spent pondering over you. he didn't know why, but hero work felt much lighter after talking it out with you. becoming your friend was one of the best things he'd achieved in years, and that was including his recent rankings.

he thought back to how he treated you as a kid, had he really just been searching for your validation all along?

is that why it hurt when you told him he'd never amount to his dreams, because he only valued your opinion?

he let himself sleep, he'd see you tomorrow. and he'd make it all right.

he woke up and picked you up at your place, his expensive sports car standing out against the comfort of the neighborhood. you walked out, dressed simply but cute, a bag of your own in hand.

he grabbed it from you and placed it in the back, opening the passenger door for you as he drove to the airport. his hand on your thigh as he did so, letting you play the music you'd like with loud bass.

it was a half hour ride in comfortable silence, he gazed at you occasionally, a thoughtful expression on your face.

on the plane, you sat by the window. it was first class so you'd get to sleep in a physical bed, in a closed room. you were treated to whatever food and drinks you wanted, hugging katsuki when you found out you where you were heading.

the flight was a long eighteen hours, but it was spent hanging out with katsuki. on his lap asking him questions about the shows you two had watched, power scaling arguments about past heroes, fights he'd recently been in.

also what you two planned to do as you were there, you wanted to go to the beaches and mountains, he just wanted to follow you.

you fell asleep together again, your face laid directly in his chest as he held you.

you woke up to katsuki tapping you on the shoulder. as you raised the volume on your aids, you heard the beeping on the intercoms that meant you'd have to go back to your seats for the landing, groggily being helped up by katsuki as he moved you to to your seats.

you sat by the windows, looking at the tropical region as you two landed, your hand still in his. the moments after we're a blur, before you knew it you were in a car being buckled up by katsuki as you were being driven to your hotel.

what you didn't know was that it was a villa, built on top of the waters of the ocean, your very own private beach right outside your doors with the mountains you'd dreamt of treking right behind you.

you'd never been so happy.

the days you'd spent started and ended all the same, you waking up and going to sleep in katsuki's arms. pretending like you didn't notice how your bed hair got worsened after he played with it all night.

the first days you'd spent at the beach, attempting and failing at surfing. your jet lag was killed off by your utter excitement.

you being thankful your aids were water resistant because of how much you loved the waters of the river and the seas.

you'd had a sandcastle competition, sunbathed, and soaked off in the hot tub of your villa together.

the trek's were fun too, katsuki was annoyingly good at everything so you'd have to fight to keep up.

your polaroid in hand as you snapped candid shots of him, turning it to yourself as you got a selfie of you two with the gorgeous rivers as background.

you jumped into those too, making katsuki freak out as you dived in to the deep waters.

you even got to the top one day, jokingly saying that you should've brought a flag to the top to celebrate. the golden hours of the sunset making you glimmer.

a moment of silence passed over you as he slowly approached you, wordlessly asking for permission as you once again put your hands in his.

you leaned in first, kissing him with the sun as witness.

"i really like you [name]." he sighed and spoke after you pulled away.

"i like you too." you replied, hugging him tightly.

the rest of your trip was filled with your firsts with katsuki.

your first official date was in the burrows of the forest, a picnic where you two painted portraits of eachother. albeit, unique portraits... but painting nonetheless.

your first moment truly loving someone, the feeling you recognized as you laid him in your lap for the first time.

your first talk about what happened all those years ago. a deep one.

"[name], before we become something um.. official. we need to talk about how i hurt you." katsuki said one day, laying faced to you but taking your hands into his.

"kats--"

"let me speak. please." after you nodded, he took a breath and began.

"i was egotistical and really insecure all those years. you were the only one who really read me, that's why i think i got so upset.

i didn't mean to hurt you, i never wanted to hurt anyone i swear-- i just hated that you were right.

that weighed over me all these years, the fact that my hero work meant nothing if i was doing it while acting so.. unheroic.

i never fully felt like a hero, not until i met you again.

not until you graced me with your friendship, your undeserved affection towards me. i just-- i really care about you. and im really sorry, ill spend the rest of my life apologizing to you, and you don't have to accept it because i don't deserve it.

i guess what i'm trying to say is..

sorry, and.. i love you [name].

you don't have to--"

he was cut off by a kiss on his lips.

it felt different somehow, he couldn't place it. almost sad in a way as you pulled back.

"i don't think you were trying to hurt me. but, you did.

and you're working to change it, i appreciate that.

i really care for you too katsuki."

the rest of your trip was comfortingly domestic, learning things about each other you'd never know.

your last week was bittersweet, having to leave your jointed paradise was a reality that saddened the both of you. but your dream was fulfilled, and so was his.

seeing that he was the cause of your smiles and not your horror, making you happy was the light of his day. no, his life.

he thinks he was born to make you happy.

the flight back was a blur, you spent it clinging to him. you started to gift him your own things over the hours, a scrunchie of yours, a bracelet for him to keep.

a locket with a photo of you two, and the polaroid you'd taken on the mountains.

"why are you giving this all to me? not that i'm complaining."

"well, you'll get more use out of it. that's all."

he scrunched his face up in confusion, but with a smile you waved off his concerns.

he wished he pushed you more.

he wished that you'd forgive him for failing you once again, as he fought to take the razor blade out of your grip, slicing your hand in the process.

you were in your bathtub, surrounded by water yet fully clothed, tears and wails wracking your body as you just wanted it to be over.

you finally relented, your blood staining his clothes and the water as he picked you up. you couldn't hear him, you'd taken out your aid.

but you could feel his sobs, his tears hitting you as you shut your eyes, embarrassed of what you'd just done.

you were rushed to the hospital and given stitches, you were to be closely watched from your mom now on, you were told by an interpreter.

katsuki's eyes were red, matching his pupils as he looked at you.

he was frustrated, you could see it in the trembling of his fists and the scowl in his mouth. if he hadn't been there.. you would be dead.

why, he asked you. and to be honest, you really couldn't explain it yourself.

when you got home to your apartment, empty and reminding of your reality away from katsuki, you just felt so..

scared. what would happen when he finally got the validation he needed and left you? your whole life was quiet and tranquil, you'd gotten used to it. but he flipped it upside down again, showed you what your life really could be.

it was too much for you. you had to escape, so after sitting on it, tapping your leg anxiously as you pondered your decision, you went on your phone.

you went online and saw his life outside of you, how he had everything going for him yet what did you really have? a mom and a job at her company?

you grew impulsive, grabbing it absentmindedly and filling up the tub with the water you grown to love over the past month.

after you started bleeding, you panicked. what had you just done? but it was too late..

until he saved you from yourself.

you were zoning out. when you didn't answer him, he repeated himself, grabbing the interpreter so you could sign.

but still you said nothing, except a small sorry.

he left afterwards, leaving you alone in the bed to think.

you were back in your childhood room now, your mom having sobbed as she looked over your hands, as she asked you, "what the hell were you thinking?"

you looked at those glow in the dark stars and tried to find an answer, but there was none.

you held yourself to sleep for the first time in months, already missing him deeply.

little did you know, he was thinking about you too.

the next morning you awoke to a knock on your bedroom door. assuming it was your mom, you got up and opened it.

it was katsuki instead, holding a bouquet of flowers and the locket you'd given him.

"can i come in?"

you opened the door wider, leading him to sit on your bed.

"katsuki i--"

"[name]. i don't know why you did what you did.. but i know it probably has something to do with me. so what did i do wrong?" he looked defeated, as if he thought it was his fault you tried to end your life.

"no! no that wasn't it at all. well, it was about you but not like that.

it's just.. i've been alone. for so long? having you around felt.. too good to be true. i didn't want to go back to how i was before. in a way, you were too good for me."

"you're.. an idiot. but i guess i understand."

"i just.. i really love how you treat me. i didn't want it to go away."

a moment of silence passes, a small anxious laugh leaving katsuki's lips.

"fuck, i thought you hated me. could barely sleep without you."

he pulled you into him, staring deeply into your eyes as he pulled you impossibly closer. he kissed you deeply. his worries, passions, and frustrations all poured out into it.

he pulled away, eyes half lidded as he asked gruffly.

"wanna take this back to my place?"

he took your last first away, gentle and loving as he guided you through it. reassuring you that he'd never leave you.

you moved in with him soon after, finding it hard to sleep without eachother, no matter how late he got back to your shared home.

he'd be welcomed back by the sight of you, who always tried and failed to stay up waiting for him. he'd pick you up, like always, and hug you to sleep.

he'd know he woke you up by the feeling of your smile in his chest, the way you tightened you arms around him.

he loved spending every waking moment he could with you. you were right though, he did break up with you after he got your validation.

...

but that's just an odd way to say he proposed to you, vowing to spend the rest of his life making you happy and fufiling your wishes one by one.

he changed not only himself, but the way you see yourself. he changed your relationships with yourselves and eachother for the better,

and as you walked down the aisle, your wedding planned by your two designer parents, being lavish and gorgeous. the silk on the floor being runway to your expensive shoes specially designed for you, the guests in awe of how gorgeous you are.

you both knew, you'd better eachother for better or for worse, for as long as you'd be together.

he signed 'i do', sealing the rest of your lives together,

with a kiss.

[lavenderhateswritting]

LOWKEY I need Bruce’s reaction when he finds the divorce papers

I'm low-key obssesed with divorcing Bruce. This got so much longer than I thought it would I hope you like it.

If he were to ask himself what he remembers about that night he would say it was the look in your eyes. You were never good at hiding how you felt he could tell what kind of day you had just by staring into your eyes and watchng the way the light bounced off them.

You were sad, of course you were sad he had done it again broken the trust you gave him, over and over again even as past experiences showed, he could not be trusted with it. There was more to it though. You weren't just sad you were determined. He used to love that look on you. The way your eyes would narrow when you had finally found the best path forward.

He knew you had made up your mind as soon as you looked him in the eyes and he saw in you the very reason he had fallen in love all those years ago.

Coming home to the empty bedroom wasn't surprising he knew in a way that he had lost this battle. You were going to leave that night, likely to your parent or friends house maybe if he was lucky to one of the properties you both owned. He could concede this to you learning about a child he had out of wedlock with a woman he had already cheated on you with once before, you were going to need to be alone.

He just needed to think of a plan to get you back like he had before. What had he done before to get you back? To pull your relationship from that ledge he couldn't stop walking it towards. Vacations that never lasted long because there was always a new problem popping up and a world to save. Dates that he planned, going to your favorite restouraunt where he was getting flirted with constantly reminding you why you were out in the first place. Flowers, but you never really liked flowers it just seemed like something he was supposed to do when he failed in the relationship. Likely none of those would work.

In a way the divorce papers had come as less of a surprise than he would have liked to admit. You had been out of the house for a month and not answering his phone calls. He kept tabs though, he had to, to make sure you were safe and that he'd be there when you were ready to move past this together. So he noticed when you started talking to lawyers. So if you asked him, no he wasn't surprised that you had asked for a divorce. It still hurt though. In a way he had never thought a simple piece of paper could hurt in his life.

Twenty years of marriage couldn't be over this quick. With so little fight or care he just needed to talk to you and explain himself. You were always good at understanding him probably the only person who consistently could.

"What are you doing here Bruce." You weren't facing him. You were chopping carrots on the cutting board at the counter, but you had of course heard him come in. You had gained some kind of second sense for people like him and the kids after a while sneaking past you was nearly impossible.

He remembers one of the days when Jason was young and had gotten it in his head that he was going to manage to sneak past you and into the cave even though he was benched for the night because of a cold. He had by the end of the night gotten so frustrated that he had accused you of secretly being a double agent sent to spy on the family.

For a moment he can feel himself wanting to smile at the memory he stops himself he's Batman right now. Maybe coming in the suit was a bad idea, but in a way this was his best defense against you against whatever way you decided to hurt him.

You're waiting for a response, but what should he even say. ' I missed waking up to your smile everyday and holding you close at night.' Or ' I don't know what's wrong with me because you are the most gorgeous man I have ever seen and for some reason that's not enough for me'. Or maybe ' I don't know what a life without you in it would look like and I would never want to live in the world where I have to figure that out.' He doesn't say any of that though can't bring himself to.

"You left." He finally says and he can tell by the tension in your shoulders it was the wrong choice.

"I told you I was going to." Your back is still turned towards him. He'd like to think that if he could see your face maybe he could find a road map towards fixing this.

He watches as you scrape the carrots into whatever soup you have cooking on the stove that has left the entire house smelling like those moments of peace you two would share after a rough week.

"I never got the chance to explain myself. You left and now you want to leave everything we built and you haven't even given me a chance to explain myself." He's hoping that if he can just get you to understand in the way you always have that there might be some chance of fixing this.

"What is there to explain Bruce. You've done this so many times that I think I've heard every excuse or explanation you could possibly have. Can we just end this like adults." You stir the pot and then finally you turn around to look at him. You have dark rings underneath your eyes and he's not sure what of that was always there and what wasn't. You were always exhausted running from one problem to the next trying to keep things afloat as best you could. Tryng to keep this relationship afloat as best you could.

"I know that my relationship with Talia has hurt you multiple times and I need to apologize because this isn't fair to you it never has been." He inhales rememders everything he's ever tried to tell you and just assumed you knew and tries his hardest to voice it.

"I can't tell you why I keep cheating on you because I am truly a lucky man. You are the center of my world Y/N and most of the time you're the only thing keeping it running." He looks into your eyes and he can see the tears rushing forward threatening to flow.

"The world before I knew you was a dark one, I wanted to help people, but in a way I never cared what happened to me. You gave me a reason to want to come home at the end of the day. You made me whole in ways I never thought I could be. I don't want to end this I can't imagine a world where we aren't togehter." You're crying now. He cant seem to stop making you cry.

"Bruce I have loved you for so long that, the idea of not having you in my life was something I could never even consider. And maybe that was the problem. I've stuck beside you for so long and tried my hardest to make sure that you and your life were the best it could be I think I've forgotten that I'm a person outside of you." You reach up to wipe the tears out of your eyes and wrap your arms around yourself like a hug. "You aren't good for me Bruce hell you're not even really good to me and I have to find some way t-to move past relying on you for everything because you don't know how to stop hurting me and I'm just going to keep letting you."

"Don't say that. You know I don't want to hurt you. I don't ever want to see you hurt."

"You say all of this, but you keep hurting me anyways. Maybe you do love me, maybe you actually do believe what you're saying." You're staring him down now. "But that's not enough and I've given you chance after chance to be better and every single time you just hurt me again. Something had to give and I- I need to break this off or this relationship will kill me."

"I'll be better." He's stood up and begun to walk towards you now. "I won't even look in the direction of a woman if you ask me I will do better." You reach your hand up and cup his face. He can see it in your eyes that there's nothing he can do to change your mind, but he'd be a fool not to try.

"Oh Bruce, I wish I could believe you." You take your hand down and lean your head onto his chest. Your eyes are staring back at you in the chine of the bat symbol. You both stand there for a few minutes and breathe in the last of eachother you'll ever get.

"You need to leave Bruce." You finally push yourself away from him and he can tell you mean it.

So he leaves.

[taomyou]

nerds do it better - digimon reference guide

a running post explaining every digimon reference in nerds do it better (ㅅ´ ˘ `) inbox is always open for any questions/asks/requests, so don’t be shy! this guide will be updated as i continue releasing chapters if you have not read nerds do it better, please read it before you read this post. this guide contains spoilers for that story, and you deserve the full experience of reading without knowing what happens. that said, this guide is split into chapters, and you can follow along as you read. note that i am referencing the english version of the anime i hope this guide helps you in understanding this story! i love digimon very much, and i really wanted to make sure digimon fan!nerdjo was written as accurately as can be (and that the reader also likes digimon because i think nerdjo fits best with someone who understands him) ( 〃．．) happy reading! key: ♢ - general information | ✿ - in-text reference from NDIB | ♡ - author’s favorites last updated: 07/28/25

chapter 1 ☆ Digital Gate, Open!

♢ Digimon is a media franchise with anime, movies, video games, a trading card game, manga, and digital pets; digimon (lowercase) and mon is used to refer to digimon themselves.

♢ DigiDestined refers to the humans with digimon partners who are chosen to save the Digital World; the Digital World is where digimon are from, and the Real World is where humans live.

Apart from a small D-3 digivice keychain on your backpack that constantly gets mistaken as a Pokédex for whatever reason—it’s ridiculous, they look nothing alike—...

✿ A D-3 is the digivice used by the DigiDestined in Digimon Adventure-02, the second season of the anime

There’s a huge poster on the wall in front of you with a charmingly messy drawing  of the WarGreymon digivolution line with an arrow pointing to the entrance.

✿ A digivolution line refers to the path of digivolution. The WarGreymon digivolution line is the primary “main” line of Digimon Adventure-01, the first season of the anime. Note that digimon can de-digivolve and are not permanently stuck at their highest level.

…there’s a cute Gerbemon drawn on another poster by the trashcan to show where to throw things away.

✿ Gerbemon is a trash digimon.

Funnily enough, he does have the necklace on: a blue tag with the crest of light engraved into it.

♡✿ Refer to this post to understand what crests are and to read why I assigned Gojo the crest of light.

♢ The Digimon Card Game (DTCG) is a trading card game where you battle with and against digimon. People typically build their deck around one digimon—Gojo and the reader both build their decks this way.

Blue? You suppose you’d peg someone like him as a Magnamon player.

✿ Magnamon is one of the more current meta decks, implying that the reader is assuming Gojo cares a lot about game meta.

♢ Playstyles are generally dictated by the color of the deck you play, but some decks will have multiple colors. Generally, red is very aggressive, blue uses multiple attacks, yellow is recovery and security-focused, green is for fast and cheap digivolution, purple is for using the trash mechanic, black is defensive, and white are all over the place. Gojo primarily plays blue because he likes speedy/fast gameplay, and the reader plays yellow because it’s the most risk-averse of the colors. In this chapter, both Gojo and the reader play decks that center digimon that they personally like (instead of their usual colors/playstyles).

♢ A memory marker is a trinket used to keep track of the turn-system in DTCG. A memory marker can be anything, but some people like to use Digimon-related objects or small digimon figurines themselves (which is what Gojo does).

“Digital Gate, open!”

✿ A phrase that you say when you start a DTCG match.

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chapter 2 ☆ DNA Digivolve!

♢ A Vital Bracelet (VB) is a real-life piece of Digimon merchandise that functions as a digital pet. A VB is similar in form to a smartwatch, and it can tell time, track your steps and heart rate, and you can raise and battle digimon on it. Relevant mechanics described in the story are explained in-text.

…the difference between MetalGreymon and SkullGreymon…

✿ MetalGreymon is the “true” ultimate-level form in the WarGreymon digivolution line, and SkullGreymon is a dark digivolution of Greymon. A dark digivolution makes a digimon abandon all sense of reason/logic in order to obtain power. This is referenced in Jujutsu Kaisen below:

”…They’re saying that it’d be something like Cyber Sleuth, but since you brought up wanting a game with the Frontier spirit mechanics, that’s all I can think about wanting—...”

✿ In the video game Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth, the digimon are collected via battle. In Digimon’s fourth season, Digimon Frontier, the DigiDestined themselves can become digimon via usage of the Digimon Warrior Spirits. Gojo is saying he would like a video game where the player themself can become a digimon.

”...Not even for an actual presale announcement, just to see the list of tamer cards!"

✿ Tamer cards are a subtype of cards in DTCG. Card lists are typically posted all at once, with pictures and artwork posted in increments on DTCG social media over time.

”...you begged me to place the order for the 25th anniversary D-Ark presale during your astrophysics III midterm for you last month…”

✿ A D-Ark is the digivice used by the DigiDestined in Digimon Tamers, the third season of the anime. Digimon Tamers is considered the best season of the anime, and in this story, it’s both Gojo and the reader’s favorite season. It is also my (the author’s) favorite season.

”...when you tried getting the limited edition D-Scanner…”

✿ A D-Scanner is the digivice used by the DigiDestined in Digimon Frontier.

But, then you remembered that this is Satoru Gojo you're dealing with, and just about everything is a Digimon reference with him, so that took care of any confusion there.

♡✿ Gojo calling the reader “Princess” is another Digimon reference because Mimi (the holder of the crest of sincerity in Digimon Adventure-01) is referred to as a princess, and the reader also wears the crest of sincerity. Refer to this post for a more thorough explanation.

"DNA Digivolve!"

✿ DNA Digivolution is a digivolution mechanic where two digimon form into one. Here, you'll see that the two base digimon circle each other, similar to how Gojo’s merging into a lane and another car from that lane merges into the one he was just in.

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chapter 3 ☆ VITAL BRACE_normal_manual_10

You've got a tote bag hanging on your shoulder with pins you've collected over the years and a Digivice clipped onto it—one he also has clipped onto the coin pocket of his shorts.

✿ A Digivice is the digivice used by the DigiDestined in Digimon Adventure-01, the first season of the anime.

"If you fucking kill us, I'm taking your EX-7 Textured Cendrillmon for myself!"

✿ Cendrillmon is Gojo’s favorite digimon, and the EX-7 Textured Cendrillmon DTCG card is the rarest of all her cards.

"I had no idea Ikebukuro Aquarium was even open this late! And there's an Ikebukuru event for Hacker's Memory, too!"

✿ Ikebukuro Aquarium is a real-life aquarium in Japan. Ikebukuru Aquarium is a location in Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth — Hacker’s Memory.

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chapter 4 ☆ Play It Cool

He knows you, and he knows you know sincerity like no other. As stubborn and headstrong and shy as you are, there’s no way you’d belong to any other crest.

✿ The reader has the crest of sincerity, and Gojo is thinking about how well it suits her. I will be making a headcanon post more thoroughly explaining why I decided to assign this crest to the reader, but in summary, it’s because I think my nerd!Gojo would be most compatible with someone who demonstrated sincerity. I (the author) also wear the crest of sincerity myself, so it came easier for me to describe the crest.

Besides, the crest of light belongs to him, and him alone. He wears it with honor.

♡✿ A joke. You know, because Gojo’s the honored one. Please laugh.

...he hums the Tamers theme song to fill the quiet, making the extra sound effects obvious so that you don't mistake it for the Adventure openings....

✿ The first three seasons of the Digimon anime (Digimon Adventure-01, Digimon Adventure-02. Digimon Tamers) all use the same opening song. The Digimon Tamers opening, however, has added sound effects to match the more techno aesthetic of the season.

He could definitely go for some Guilmon bread, though.

✿ Guilmon is a digimon from Digimon Tamers. His partner is Takato, and Takato’s family owns a bakery. Throughout the season, Takato gives Guilmon bread from the bakery to eat because there’s an excess of it and Takato has to keep Guilmon hidden from his parents. Guilmon ends up loving bread, and when he’s finally introduced to Takato’s parents, they decide to make “Guilmon bread,” a bread bun that’s shaped like Guilmon. Guilmon also asks Takato’s dad for the bread to have peanut butter filling (which is referenced in chapter 5 of this story).

You talked about wanting to try the Terriermon parfait there…

✿ Terriermon is another digimon from Digimon Tamers.

Besides, there’s plenty of other things to not like about Frontier.

✿ Digimon Frontier is widely disliked by fans because the DigiDestined don’t have partners and turn into digimon themselves, which is more of a preference because the mechanic itself is good and works well. However, Digimon Frontier has lots of storytelling and lore issues that are more logical reasons for not liking the season.

And, honest to MaloMyotismon...

✿ MaloMyotismon is a Mega-level digivolution of Myotismon, a primary antagonist in Digimon Adventure 01 and 02.

"Jo? Like, Jo Kido?”

♡✿ Jo Kido is one of the DigiDestined in Digimon Adventure-01, and his partner is Gomamon (more on this in chapter 5). He dresses similarly to how I imagine Gojo dressed in this story (sweater vests, collared shirts, shorts) and wears glasses. In the epilogue in Digimon Adventure-02, Jo is a doctor for digimon and wears a white lab coat.

Also, it’s a joke. Jo. Gojo. Go-Jo. Please laugh (again).

…a sleeve from a set you'd gifted him for Valentine's Day.

✿ A card sleeve is used to protect DTCG cards.

…a custom DiM card with your favorite digivolution line

✿ A DiM card is the chip that’s put into a Vital Bracelet to give it a new Digi Egg. A Vital Bracelet can only hold one digimon at a time, and, thus, digimon can be transferred via NFC tap into a mobile app and stored to make room for new digimon on the Bracelet.

Always so considerate of the game rules, not wanting to touch your card without permission. What a nerd.

✿ Per DTCG official rules, your opponent is not allowed to touch your cards without explicit permission. The reader is calling Gojo a nerd because he's still adhering to that rule outside of a traditional match.

…and he carefully places the X-Antibody back in the box without its sleeve

✿ X-Antibody is a card in Gojo’s deck. He takes it out of its card sleeve to put the reader’s Lilithmon in.

♢ On Gojo’s cosplay:

Gojo wouldn’t cosplay as Angemon because Angemon’s outfit is too revealing, and I think that this version of Gojo would be too shy for that. Angemon is also a very popular digimon, and not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I think Gojo would want to be a more niche character. Gojo wouldn’t cosplay as Takato, either, because his outfit is too simple, and Gojo doesn’t share any physical features with him. Gojo would cosplay as Cool Boy because they look very similar (white hair, glasses, similar physique) and they have similar personalities. Cool Boy is also decently niche, as you wouldn’t recognize him unless you have either played DTCG (because Cool Boy has cards) or read Digimon Liberator. Digimon Liberator is really popular within the Digimon community but is not likely recognizable to the general public. Gojo has also never cosplayed before, and Cool Boy’s outfit is easy enough to put together that it makes sense for him to choose this character.

♢ On the reader’s cosplay:

The reader wouldn’t cosplay as Angewomon because she’d also want to cosplay a more niche character. Angewomon also generally is considered to be the same power level as Angemon, which is unfair because Angemon is a champion-level digimon and Angewomon is an ultimate-level, and the reader would be too sad about that to really commit to the cosplay. Cosplaying as one of the spirits from Frontier is a bit more likely, but Kazemon, Zephyrmon, Ranamon, and Calmaramon (the female Warrior spirits) are still decently popular. The reader knows that Gojo is going as a Digimon character (because what else would he go as?) and she wanted to match, so she wasn’t ever considering a character from a different franchise. The reader would cosplay as Lilithmon because she’s the appropriate level of recognizable (appears in a less popular season of the anime, has a decent amount of DTCG cards) and because Lilithmon’s outfit is achievable with the experience the reader has from cosplaying at other conventions. She doesn’t know that Gojo had a crush on Lilithmon, but Shoko knows and was very enthusiastic about the reader choosing that character, which reaffirmed to her that she was making the right choice. 

♢ On both their cosplays (in relation to the actual story):

Cool Boy is the best option for Gojo because I needed Gojo to be less recognizable for some events in chapter 5. This still works because the reader (who is as much of a Digimon fan as Gojo is) could tell that he was Cool Boy, and he doesn’t necessarily care about who recognizes him as long as he knows the reader does. From a storytelling perspective, Lilithmon is the best option for the reader because she’s representative of Lust, and I wouldn’t need to describe her very much physically if Gojo (who is the narrator when the reader’s cosplay is revealed) already perceives her as attractive (and, thus, in line with Lilithmon being Lust digitized). Because Gojo is the narrator, the reader in Lilithmon’s attire and general styling is going to be more alluring than if the reader had fully dedicated herself to looking identical to the digimon anyway, so I didn’t write her as wearing a wig or sharing other physical traits with the character. I also wanted both Gojo and the reader to not look too different from their usual appearances because I knew I wanted them to still be attracted to each other, and I thought it would be weird and out-of-character for them to experience some things in chapter 5 while in cosplays that made them more character than themselves. Not that Lilithmon and Cool Boy aren’t attractive, but the point is that both characters still look like themselves enough that them being attracted to each other would still make sense.

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chapter 5 ☆ Satorumon

Earlier, you were given a Koromon phone charm and him a Botamon one…

✿ Koromon and Botamon are baby-level digimon who appear in Digimon: The Movie (2000).

….you snicker to yourself when you see a SkullGreymon charm…

✿ SkullGreymon is the dark digivolution of Greymon, and he is widely considered to be the scariest digimon of Digimon Adventure 01 and 02. SkullGreymon is not an antagonist, but he is representative of Greymon (who is digivolved from Tai’s Agumon) “dying” and losing his personality.

”...my girlfriend reacts the same way when I show her pictures of Piedmon.”

✿ Piedmon is a side antagonist in Digimon Adventure-01.

...there’s someone in a Calumon mascot suit passing out paper menus to people in a line.

✿ The food truck is themed around Digimon Tamers. Calumon is a digimon in Digimon Tamers, and they are necessary in order for the DigiDestined to digivolve their partners to ultimate-level via Matrix Digivolution.

There’s also a Lopmon sundae…

✿ Lopmon is a digimon in Digimon Tamers who is visually similar to Terriermon, hence why their desserts look similar.

…three Digimon Analyzers from the D-Ark in season three of the anime, each one’s color matching one of the three main Digidestined.

✿ Digimon Analyzer is a function in a digivice for digimon identification. In Digimon Tamers, the Analyzer is a purple circle. Takato’s D-Ark is red, Henry’s is green, and Rika’s is blue.

…you pat down where your EX-6 is secured.

✿ EX-6 refers to the version of the reader’s Lilithmon card.

“I’m not a digimon, though. Doesn’t make sense for me to appear on an Analyzer.”

Analyzers do not scan humans, and Gojo is cosplaying as a human character.

“As if Lilithmon was ever even in Tamers.”

✿ Lilithmon does not appear in Digimon Tamers and therefore has never appeared on an Analyzer in that season, so Gojo’s insistence that Cool Boy can’t be found in an Analyzer would mean that the reader should also not be there because Lilithmon has never appeared on that specific Analyzer.

“...you cry when Evil Rings are used in Adventure 02.”

✿ Evil Rings are used in Adventure 02 to force digimon to dark digivolve, which forces them to abandon all sense of reason. Their personalities dramatically change, and their new purpose is solely to destroy (kill) other digimon.

…he rushes to go stand behind Rika’s blue D-Ark while you back away to get the full prop in frame.

♡✿ Rika is generally considered the strongest of the DigiDestined in Digimon Tamers, and Renamon (Rika’s partner digimon) is canonically the strongest digimon that’s rookie level. Renamon is explicitly chosen by Rika because they are both the strongest.

And, like. Gojo is the strongest.

Please laugh. I swear I’m funny.

You'll both sit quietly in the center of the front side and you stare up at all the decorations around the room, themed perfectly…

✿ Just a cute throwback to how Gojo decorated the room where he and the reader first meet in chapter 1.

…that they'll be handing out an event-exclusive DTCG card for all the people in attendance today, and he doesn't need to point out how well it'll fit with your primary winning deck because he knows you're already trying to figure out what to swap out for it.

✿ There are cards that are given as prizes in DTCG tournaments, and this is a spin on that. Gojo immediately recognizes that this event-exclusive card is going to work well with your primary (and most successful) DTCG deck, but he knows that you also recognize it and doesn’t need to point it out to you.

Which leads you to right now, engaged in a small group conversation while you wait for someone to put their Daemon headpiece back on so they take a group picture with you and the rest of the Seven Great Demon Lords of the Digital World.

✿ Daemon is another Demon Lord of the Digital World. For this group picture, all Seven Great Demon Lords are present (which includes the reader, who is Lilithmon).

A group of other female humanoid digimon found you fairly quickly and stole you away from Gojo for an all-girls photoshoot at a nearby stairwell…

✿ Female humanoid digimon include (but are not limited to): Angewomon, LadyDevimon, Beelstarmon, Lilithmon, Venusmon, Kazemon, Zephyrmon, Rosemon, Lilymon, Sakuyamon. Point is, there’s lots of female humanoid digimon, and the other cosplayers wanted a picture with the reader.

…he’s also taken by someone in an Omekamon cosplay who wants a picture with their in-verse partner.

✿ Omekamon is Cool Boy’s partner digimon in Digimon Liberator, the manga where Cool Boy is from.

Gojo’s Greymon is digivolving… MetalGreymon appears… the crest of courage has lit up…

♡✿ In the story, this is a callback to the WarGreymon poster that’s in the room at the comic book store where Gojo and the reader first meet in chapter 1, Gojo’s Greymon in chapter 3 (where Gojo is incredibly shy and thinks his love is unrequited), and SkullGreymon at the midpoint of chapter 5.

In Digimon Adventure-01, Greymon is only able to digivolve into MetalGreymon once Tai (who is the human partner of the WarGreymon digivolution line) activates his crest of courage and saves the rest of the DigiDestined from Datamon. Greymon digivolving into MetalGreymon on Gojo’s Vital Bracelet is symbolic of the crest of courage being activated here because Gojo had the courage to ask the reader to kiss.

…his MetalGreymon sprite is happily running in place as it mistakes his increased heart rate as him exercising… Your digital pet is running, your vitals increased enough to trigger the sprite animation.

✿ Vital Bracelets can detect your heart rate and will display the digimon on its home screen as doing the task that the Bracelet detects. In the story, both Gojo and the reader’s heart rates increase so much that their Bracelets both think they’re running.

♡♢ On "Satorumon":

In Digimon Tamers, it’s a running gag that Takato is “Takatomon” because when he was teaching Guilmon his name, Guilmon thought that everybody had “mon” at the end of their name. “Gojomon” cannot be used in this instance because, as I included in the story, “Gojomon” is too phonetically similar to “Gomamon” (who is Jo Kido’s partner digimon, who I so meticulously planned for the reader to guess Gojo’s cosplay as in chapter 4). If you try searching for “Gojomon” online, Gomamon will show up. “Takatomon” is also a term used very affectionately, and using Satoru here makes more sense when the reader is trying to emulate that affection. But, also. Satorumon is just so cute, and it’s the perfect way for the reader to break out of her shell and address Gojo by his given name. I didn’t write Gojo saying the reader’s first name because I think it’s more fitting that he continues to call her Princess.

[ofc-vi-writes-too]

so all ive been able to think about is gotham for the past several days, and more specifically how gothamite culture has to be SO drastically different and jarring to literally anywhere else in the world. Like even other super cities like metropolis, or central city, or wherever else are at least KINDA normal. Like yea u have superman or wonderwoman or the flash but they dont really have to deal with the same level of bs as Gotham.

That being said here are a list of things that I think are extremely normal to Gotham, and other things that happen in thay horrible little city:

• the episode of Hot Ones with Brucie Wayne where no one thinks he’ll even be able to stand the 2nd or 3rd wing but he eats all of them with no reaction, and Sean Evans (or the in universe equivalent) just sits there like “wow no one has ever had literally no reaction before this is really crazy, and Bruce Wayne of all people?” Afterwards Bruce has second thoughts and realizes that maybe he should have played up his reaction to the spice a bit more. People Inside of Gotham are a little shocked because everytime he eats in public it is the most boring, bland, flavorless food imaginable. (he handled the spice so well because Batman is ready for all potential threats and forms of torture. Ridiculous levels of spice included)

• Gotham schools offer courses in self defense. In some school districts its actually mandatory, thats usually in old gotham or downtown gotham. In more affluent areas, self defense is still taught in schools, but most kids are sent to some ritzy trainer to make sure they can defend themselves.

• No one even blinks when theres a new vigilante by the time Damian comes around. Theres still a little buzz but by the time Duke shows up, people are like “Oh cool another one. HEY BRO WHATS YOUR NAME.” I saw someone post here about how when the Wayne kids get mad at Bruce, they go to Selina and make public appearances as Stray, Catwomans sidekick. I personally believe that Tim was the first one to do it but Dick does it the most, and gothamites didnt even need to get used to Stray showing up sometimes, nor did people really care that Stray was always wildly different heights, shapes, colors, etc. the additude is kinda like “I have taxes and job security to worry about. If a new vigilante is what were doing then so be it.”

• People tend to think that Gothamites aren’t smart, but that city is home to the Richest, smartest, most creative people alive. They mostly just lack morals. Like Dr. Freeze, Harley Quinn, hell even The Riddler are all insanely intelligent. Half of Gothams Villains have at minimum 2 Doctorates in something or other. Gotham generates a lot of cash as a whole, and small businesses thrive there. They have high employment rates, and most citizens have their associates despite everything happening around them. People who have never been to Gotham before expect to have to talk down to the citizens but Gothamites just kinda roll their eyes at them and carry on about their merriment.

• Gothamites CONSTANTLY says “because I’m Batman” when they don’t want to explain themselves. Kids hear it a lot from parents and they also get “If you don’t go to sleep, Condiment Man i gonna come and cover you in stinky relish.” Because truly what else is condiment man good for.

• Gothamites who work at BatBurger and typically work the night shift are used to visits from Batman, Robin, Red Hood, Cat Woman, Harley Quinn, etc. Sometimes they remember the workers and ask about their family, and how life is, and other things like that. Theres some barely 18 y/o who just graduated high school who worls at Bat Burger, and asked Red Hood to help him impress his gf by saying theyre friends. He like fuck it why not and tells the gf that the kid helped him save an old lady’s cat in a tree and now theyre bffs. She totally believes it. Score.

• I see the Gotham thinks Batman is Bruce Wayne’s boyfriend theories and raise you: Its pretty common knowledge that Bruce Wayne is Batman, just no one has the heart to tell him. Also theyre scared he will quit if anyone brings it up. So from this Gothamites created the joke that BW and batman are dating and when asked about it in an interview, dick grayson is like “……yes! My adoptive father is dating the guy who dressed up like a bat every night…!”

• this cuased and arguement between Bruce and Dick because no! Bruce isnt dating Batman! (stray was seen again that week) HE IS BATMAN! But fuck now the public thinks theyre a couple so now bruce gets asked about it and hes like “haha yes my spooky bat bf is who i love very dearly!” As punishment He makes Dick bring him flowers in the batsuit because “as far as he is concerned, this is his shithead son’s fault.” Thats a direct quote btw. Little does he know this somehow ties back to Tim Drake before they met.

[olderthannetfic]

I have really mixed feelings about the small proportion of F/F fiction (original or fanfic), because yeah sure, people have their desires, they should write what they want, I get it. It all works out when I hear it from person to person. But somehow the logic only ever applies in one direction? "There are more male protagonists because men only care about male characters! Women also mostly care about male characters, because that's the majority of characters they get!" And then somehow we also yet kvetch when men write female characters (because it's incorrectly or something, nevermind if women are writing male characters correctly). Why don't we expect gay men to feel compelled only by femslash for the same reasons (but gender swapped) as the lesbian slashers/fujoshi? All of those very rational justifications are applied selectively, "for me for not for thee," and it all only leads to "idk I just don't wanna write femslash", for Reasons. Do we get to call them microaggressions yet?

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No, you don't get to call other people's fantasy life a microaggression.

That is indeed "for me but not for thee" in the sense that you get to want what you want but other people aren't supposed to follow their id.

Do you also police gay men who spend too much time on drag and obsessing over female divas? That's an actual real world behavior that's somewhat equivalent. It frequently goes unchallenged, at least by progressives, because men are allowed to do whatever they want with chick stuff, while women are "stealing" if they dare to stray into dude stuff.

(God, I've seen so much more policing of drag kings being ~problematic~ for acting out stereotypical gender than policing of drag queens for the same. It's nuts!)

Fujoshi are often queer, but it's absurd to think we're mostly lesbians. We tend to be bi or asexual women with gender stuff going on, though there is a mix of everybody, including lesbians. There are also a lot of AFAB non-women who get lumped in with us. On the rare occasions I find a man willing to admit to being a similar demographic, he usually does like gender play in his hobbies and entertainment. It's just that men face even more pressure than women do to fit into tidy categories. Bi women get told we're whores. Bi men are told they don't exist.

Yes, I know plenty of lesbians who write more m/m than f/f, but in the big picture of all of AO3 or all of fanfic or all of media, they aren't the demographic driving these numbers. They're vastly outnumbered by the bi women, the asexual women, and the straight and gnc women.

The men we should be looking at as an equivalent aren't cis gay men but bicurious soy boys and the like.

Do most of us fujoshi object to equivalent men doing an equivalent thing? I've seen it sometimes, and I agree it's hypocritical. I'd like us to afford men the same ability to play and take on identities in their art. I remember enjoying Ranma fandom back in the day and reading quite a lot of f/f that was probably by men. It had some of that same sense of distance and fantasy that I so enjoy in m/m aimed at fujoshi. (I do consume some by-cis-gay, for-cis-gay content, both m/m and f/f, but it's often too literal and too bound up in specific named identities for my taste.)

On average, the people I see complaining most about men producing f/f material are the same people who think that because I have a clit, I should center my life around women exclusively. In other words, people spouting radfem ideology, perhaps on purpose or perhaps without realizing.

I do agree that some of the ways of expressing a lack of desire to write femslash can get pretty douchey. I want us to move away from some of the less accurate ones like "There are no compelling female characters" because of this.

But the reason for all these jerkass explanations is that women and people perceived as women who like m/m are constantly asked to explain ourselves. These aren't usually microaggressions: they're openly hostile. People get defensive and try to answer with important-sounding reasons about identity and pain because society at large won't accept "I like this" as the true explanation.

Pleasure is never enough of a reason for a woman to do something.

[wordy-little-witch]

Silly Buggy ideas, but Buggy have oversensitive observation Haki but also Buggy having a strange ability not unlike the voice of all things, specifically being able to hear the echoes of energy from others. He can hear, see and sense the dead, the dying, the things beyond this world.

It's both INCREDIBLE useful and fairly useless. Buggy is constantly getting a lot of Input, because echoes exist everywhere and he's semi desensitized to it all. Sometimes they give him useful info, like a heads up about am attack from behind or little reminders. Sometimes they just wanna cause Mischief and Buggy, being the only "fleshy" who can see them, is their target. He gives as good as he gets though.

He forgets sometimes that others can't detect the other's, so he'll overhear a recruit in a heated discussion with another about ghosts existing, will drop a serious "Oh yeah they're definitely real. There's a bunch here, too" and then leaves, never to explain or expand on that again, his underlings now SWEATING bc Chairman Buggy What Do You Mean-??

Add in that certain blades in One Piece are given specific titles and specifications because they meet certain criteria. Yoru is one of the highest ranked blades in existence. She is imbued with Mihawk's Haki, but she's also spirited and has a soul - one imbued into her by the death of other handlers/smiths. Mihawk, as her Current Wielder, is able to feel and hear her, but Buggy can see her. He's.... a little intimidated by her, all things considered, but he's also got some survival instincts AND sense, so he's always polite. Yoru actually quite likes him. He isn't sure if he likes being favored by the patchwork persona of a giant and deadly weapon.

Crocodile meanwhile can never understand why Buggy has such a fixation on cleaning his hook. It's clean enough, but he will admit that it does often feel better when he gets it back from the clown. He'll allow it.

Buggy just has full on conversations with dead people when he's alone, not bothering to hide it at all, and because of the close proximity his main crew has had with him for so long, they also begin to find themselves Noticing things. None of them really have the same innate ability as their captain, but Buggy's Haki has braided into theirs just enough to give them glimpses, usually of the more powerful beings present.

Crocodile and Mihawk only really notice it when they are both tired, stressed, worried over a feverish, unconscious jester, and between one look and the next there is suddenly a fourth man in the room. They both jolt upwards, defensive, protective, until the man turns enough to flash them a familiar grin, and they both gape.

Gol D Roger cackles soundlessly at their expressions before turning back to Buggy. His smile softens, his eyes fall lidded, and sweat slick curls are brushed back from a burning forehead with a tenderness most would think the King of Pirates incapable of. The pinch in Buggy's brow twitches, a soft whine of discontent rising hoarsely from his throat. He turns his head, a mumble of what may have been nonsense or may have been a horribly slurred attempt at "cap'n-".

There is no sound from Roger, at least not that the dark haired men could hear, but they see the man move his lips, see Buggy's head turn towards him, like a flower to the sun. They smell the sudden wave of sea salt and rum and laughter, a scent without compare. They can't do much else but watch as a dead man takes up vigil at the side of a man he had once called son.

Buggy's fever breaks early the next morning.

[stylesclarified]

Hi! I really like your blog and your responses.

I Never was a fan of Larry but still curious about it. Most things look very far fetched to me and I don’t understand how people believe in it.

But there are a few things that keep me uncertain and left me wondering:

1) when fetus Harry answered that he and Louis are dating. Like why?

2) Mario interview when they used sex innuendo (who push who)

3) why Harry moved in with Louis?

4) Adore you my and book Louis the fish references

Can you please explain/debunk them? Tell what you think?

Hey, thanks! I'm glad you like it.

I hope you realize that each of these debunks, by definition, has to be quite long. We're talking about a decade and a half of lore. It's quite a bit of work. I'd appreciate it if from now on, you'd send them in separate asks, because I don't really know if I can fit it all in one post.

1- "When fetus Harry answered that he and Louis are dating. Like why?"

First of all, I hate the term "fetus Harry." I hate this whole classifying Harry by "eras" as if he was a Pokemon that evolved. It's dehumanizing.

Harry did not say that he and Louis were dating. That's a typical Larrie lie—taking what actually happened out of context.

Let's actually give it the context it needs.

From late 2010 on, fans "shipped" all the guys together in a bunch of different pairings. Larry was the most popular one, with Niam—Niall and Liam—not far behind. Harry and Louis were actually very close friends for a hot second, and the band in general was very online. They did Twitcams all the time, and followed and replied to fans constantly. One Direction and Justin Bieber spearheaded what's today known as Stan Twitter.

Larry was a joke everyone participated in. For instance the following two screenshots come from the same blog.

The post about Eleanor is from February 24 2012, and the post about Larry from February 27. Same year, same blog—three days apart.

So, how did it go from a joke to a conspiracy theory?

When One Direction first got put together, Louis had a girlfriend called Hannah. For the most part, fans of the band really liked her. Louis met Eleanor in March 2011, seemingly cheated on Hannah with Eleanor, broke up with Hannah in late July 2011, and by mid September 2011 was openly dating Eleanor.

Fans did not take well to this (even though the whole cheating thing wasn't really known). In fact, in late 2011 and early 2012, the main issue Louis defended Eleanor from wasn't conspiracy theorists, but fans of Hannah that wanted her back.

When he tweeted this—note the YOU in all caps...

It was because that day was Hannah's birthday and fans were tweeting up a storm about wanting Louis and Hannah back together. They were also tweeting pictures of them together and allegedly even sent those pictures to Eleanor directly.

Louis felt bad and defensive, so he decided to tweet that.

Parallel to this, since about late 2011, a group of people on Tumblr were taking the whole Larry thing seriously—going from joking about it to trying to prove it was actually real. It was a very small number of weirdos, and it would've probably never taken off had this whole Eleanor/Hannah thing not happened at the same time as Harry was starting to date Caroline Flack, who was 15 years Harry's senior.

Harry had been linked to other women before, but he was seen with Caroline a bit, was asked about it in interviews, and they interacted some on social media, which enraged fans. They mostly claimed it was the age gap (which would've been a fair criticism), but it was clear that for most the problem was jealousy (which is not fair at all).

In the context of Louis dumping the girlfriend the fandom liked and getting with someone they didn't, and Harry dating an older woman they definitely didn't like, impressionable fans started to get swayed more and more by conspiracy theories.

At first, it was a majority of jokes and a small number of people believing the conspiracy theories, but over time, slowly, it started to shift. Between 2010 and 2012, you could be just "A Larry shipper"—someone who liked them together and joked about it. From 2013 on, Larry shippers were basically extincted, replaced instead by "Larries", conspiracy theorists who truly believed they were together and tried to prove it.

When it was mostly jokes, Harry, Louis, and their friends and family, would go along with them. Almost all of "Larry proof" is those early stages, when there wasn't an actual conspiracy theory that was widespread yet and everyone followed along with the jokes.

Harry and Louis were close friends, and their moms also became quite close (they were of a similar age, similar area, background, both divorced, etc). Everyone went along with it. Until it started to get out of hand.

Now, if Louis was defensive about the whole Louhannah thing, I think you can only imagine how defensive he would get about the whole Larry thing when it started to cross over into conspiracy territory...

Fans not only insulted Eleanor, but started to directly harass her. They would email her university to "prove" that she wasn't who she said she was. They made theories about who her father was (Eleanor has posted her dad on Snapchat—it is not, in fact, a billionaire working for Jive Records). There was a whole whack ass theory about her having a twin/triplets... They started involving Louis' family—mainly his mom and sisters. They would pressure them to "confirm" Larry, and they'd get upset whenever it was denied.

Louis' sisters were quite young—Lottie was 13/14, Fizzy was 11/12, and the twins were 9/10 when all of this was brewing. They looked up to Eleanor, who became like an older sister to them, and they got pretty defensive of her, as little kids often do.

So, in turn, Louis got more upset at the whole thing and would often go on rants on Twitter to deny it. Eleanor and Louis' best friend, Stan, would also tweet alongside him. Sadly, this contributed to the proliferation of the conspiracy. The more attention he brought onto it, the worse it became. I don't blame him for it, to be perfectly clear, but that's just a version of the Streisand effect.

This whole thing unfolded between late 2011 and late 2012. It wasn't immediate. It wasn't that one day everyone was joking and the next everyone was a conspiracy theorist. It shifted slowly.

So, that's the context.

The interaction you mention happened March 17th 2012. One Direction was doing a signing in Boston. Their debut album, Up All Night, had come out March 13th in America, so they were signing that. A fan approached the table and talked to all the guys. Harry was last in line. When she got to him, Harry gave her a smile and she asked him, "Are you and Louis dating?" Harry looked quite tired (they all did) and didn't seem particularly amused by the question. He just nodded. The fan pressed, "You are?" to which Harry gave her a lazy, "Yeah." Then the fan said, "I figured," and, as she was ushered to leave the line, Harry gave her a lazy smile.

Here you have the video. The specific interaction starts at 1:03 mins.

Here you have it in gif form

He didn't say they were dating. He just went along with a fan who joked about it. She was JOKING.

This is from the fan who asked this question, THE DAY after she asked the question. Not much of a Larrie if she's fantasizing about Harry romantically, huh? But I have more confirmation.

She actually thinks it's ridiculous that people are still going on about it, and thinks her question was "stupid". She quite literally wanted him to date Taylor Swift later that year...

She also confirmed that Harry was "being sarcastic":

So the fact that thirteen years later we're still having this conversation is insane. This is the person that took the video. She was never even a conspiracy theorist to begin with. She just liked them together.

And this is 100% the same fan. Her name is the same in both accounts (Daena), and she linked her old Twitter handle in the description of the video. It used to be YMCMBelieb. She has changed her Twitter handle since 2012, but if you search the old one on Twitter today, you'll find people replying to "Pogue_Malone."

Larries take Harry smiling at her "I figured" as him "being moved by her support." He was smiling at a fan who had paid to get his signature. He smiled at her when she first approached him, then smiled again as she left. The fan DIDN'T EVEN ACTUALLY THINK HE WAS WITH LOUIS. She was JOKING.

I'm going to answer #2 in this post but I'll move to separate posts for the other two.

2- Mario interview when they used sex innuendo (who push who)

I'm adding this one here because it's just the same exact thing as we just went over. It was a joke. Harry and Louis are BRITISH.

British humour carries a strong element of satire aimed at the absurdity of everyday life. Common themes include sarcasm, tongue-in-cheek, banter, insults, self-deprecation, taboo subjects, puns, innuendo, wit, and the British class system. These are often accompanied by a deadpan delivery which is present throughout the British sense of humour.

The "Mario Kart" interview happened in February 16th 2012. Combine your typical British humor with the context of how the fandom treated the whole "Larry" thing in early 2012" and you have your answer.

They're just joking. I don't know what else to tell you. They're joking. They're not openly discussing their sex life in an interview. Larries need to choose—were they a closeted couple that was forced to have fake girlfriends and limit their interactions in public or were they telling the world what sexual positions they favored? You can't have both at the same time.

Here's the interview:

It was posted in March but recorded in February. And they thought it'd be funny to joke about bumfucking. Because they were British boys.

I'm almost finished with the third question, but it'll have to be done in two separate posts if I want to be thorough.. I'll also do a separate post for the fourth one.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

¡Hello Miss Raven! Comentarte una teoría que tengo del evento de Halloween y es que la manera tan regida de actuar de Skully con respecto a la forma correcta de celebrar Halloween me recuerda mucho a la forma tan estricta que tenia (y aun tiene) Riddle de seguir la reglas, esto por que fue criado de esa forma y hasta entro en Overblot por ello, entonces mi teoría es... ¿Y si Skully paso por lo mismo? ¿Su familia lo obligaron a celebra así el Halloween y Skully es un niño traumado?

Hello, uuum 💦 I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Spanish so I’ll have to respond in English. I think I still understand the gist of what you’re asking though, so no worries! (Thank you Vic for that 👍)

Shoutout goes out to my homie Hajime Hinata (of Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair) for the following full Spanish translation:

I don't doubt that Skully will probably have some kind of traumatic backstory to explain his very intense devotion to Halloween and why he's so defensive about keeping the traditions of his hometown alive. However, I don't think it will be the exact same as Riddle's?? Skully tells us very early on that everyone in his hometown loves Halloween and Jack Skellington. I get the sense that his enjoyment is very genuine, not something forced upon him. Additionally, Skully speaks about dissenters very differently than Riddle, even if they both express a similar rage. Riddle demands that rules be followed for their own good; he thinks following the rules will benefit them. Skully wants people to celebrate Halloween his way because "well, that's just how it should be". Their reasoning is not exactly the same. When upset, Skully says he is disappointed in others and constantly stresses not being "understood". This, combined with him being uncomfortable talking about his school life, admitting that not many people understand him, and talking down to his peers, makes me suspect some degree of bullying and ostracization for his interests and/or beliefs.

There might be similar elements as another character's backstory perhaps? After all, Idia and Rollo are both older brothers who are both coping with the loss of their younger brothers in unhealthy but different ways. It's possible that Skully will be like that too. There's only so many traumatic elements Twst can work with before they have to repeat some, but just put a different spin on it.

[frvnkcastles]

Could I please request one where reader is dating Frank but kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop, wondering when or if Frank’s going to break up with her constantly since her last boyfriend (and several ex “best” friends) left/ghosted/broke up with her unexpectedly for no reason so she doesn’t know why and worries about her body/everything she wears and everything she says and does and is trying not to do anything wrong so Frank doesn’t do the same to her but Frank of course catches on, finds out the problem and makes her see different and that’s she beautiful and worth staying and being cared for even though it’s hard to believe because no one has ever chosen her and wanted to stay before…

Thank you, I love your work ❤️😊

I CAN SEE A LOVE RESTRAINED ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’ve been hurt one too many times, and letting Frank in isn’t as easy as you’d like it to be.

Warnings: Abandonment/trust issues, body image issues, angst, hurt/comfort, reader is friends with Matt, feminine nicknames, language

Word count: 3.2k

Author’s note: Thank you so much for the support, anon! I definitely understand this feeling that you described and it really sucks. That said, I’m positive people will appreciate you and see how wonderful you are, don’t give up <3

It was fair to say that your past relationships, romantic as well as platonic, had left their mark on you. You were a naturally affectionate and loving kind of woman but being left on multiple occasions had hardened you, made you more reluctant to share the love that you had within you. It was a natural reaction — you just didn’t want to get hurt again, and so, you settled for keeping people at a distance, never really allowing yourself to lower your defenses enough to let anyone in.

That proved to be extremely hard when you met Frank. He was handsome and intriguing, not a very talkative guy but he had effortlessly made you smile and laugh, regardless. He had been reserved about you, too, mostly because he wasn’t looking for anything casual nor serious, and he certainly didn’t trust Red to find him the kind of company he liked. But when his friend of sorts had insisted on introducing you to him, annoyingly persistent, he had caved in and figured it couldn’t hurt to give a chance to the person Red spoke so highly of.

”How come you ain’t together if she’s so perfect?” Frank had questioned, fully suspicious of Matt and his intentions, but the man had quickly laughed him off.

”I don’t think we’re meant to be anything more than friends. But she’s a wonderful person and I think you’d hit it off. I’m not just doing this for you, I think she could use some company, too”, Matt had explained, not entirely acting with your blessing. In fact, you had no idea what he was up to, but he knew you well enough — you were getting lonely whether you wanted to admit or not, and despite their disagreements, he knew Frank could be worthy of your time.

And that was how you ended up shaking Frank’s hand in your favorite bar where you never went to find company, just a drink after a long week. Matt had known you’d be there and more or less shoved Frank inside, and as annoyed as he was, Frank couldn’t deny that the sight of you immediately made his heart skip a beat.

”Did Matt put you up to this?” you asked eventually, well-aware that the two of them worked together often. It wasn’t frequent for Matt to set you up with anyone, but he was the only thing common between you and Frank, and you weren’t stupid.

Caught, Frank chuckled. ”Yeah, yeah, he did. I ain’t gonna lie, I had my reservations but uh, talkin’ to you… I don’t regret comin’ in here. You seem real sweet”, he admitted, his eyes lingering on your figure. Not only did he find you sweet, he thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and he fucking hated the fact that he was going to have to tell Matt he had been right.

You blushed at Frank’s words and shrugged. ”Thanks, but I—I’m not really looking for anything right now. You seem great too, don’t get me wrong”, you gave him a half-apology, chewing on your lip nervously. He was charming, you had to give him that much, but you really weren’t up for having your heart broken yet again, and so, you found it best to keep Frank at an arm’s length.

”Hey, I get it. Can’t say I was expectin’ anything much when I walked through that door but I guess you kinda got me rethinkin’, ’s all”, he nodded in understanding before licking his lips and taking the plunge. ”Maybe we could get another drink sometime? No pressure, no expectations. Just hangin’ out, I guess”, Frank went on, a hopeful look in his eyes, and it wore you down.

”Sure”, you swallowed, feeling familiar anxiety rush in your veins as you agreed.

But like he said, there were no expectations. It could just be two friends grabbing a beer, nothing more. So, you gave him your phone number and hoped for the best.

You met up a couple of times after that. Frank couldn’t believe he was being so forward and that he really was so into you, but it was a fact he couldn’t deny. He had a strong will and good self-control, but he found himself losing all of that around you. Previously used to solitude and being wary of new connections, he now felt hooked on you, needing more and more even if he was willing to do it on your terms.

He could tell you liked him back, though. As much as you tried not to, you couldn’t help it. You started to feel less lonely and he occupied your thoughts on a daily basis, and it scared the shit out of you. You weren’t ready to fall in love again, but it seemed your heart wasn’t waiting for permission.

A few weeks passed with you getting to know one another, and one night, he was walking you home in the dark night, far too protective to let you make it all by yourself. Once at the door of your apartment building, you both lingered, not quite ready to say goodbye, but unsure what else there was left to say.

”I had a good time, sweetheart. I’m glad you ain’t sick of my clingy ass yet”, he joked, and it made you smile nervously. You were mere inches away from each other, his taller build towering over you with his fingertips brushing against yours. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you could feel the undeniable tension in the air, and so could he.

”Of course, not. I like spending time with you”, you whispered, quiet but close enough for Frank to hear. His heart soared at your words, flattered and honored that for someone who chose her company carefully, you had given him the time of the day.

His eyes fell to your lips, and when you didn’t pull away, he made the move and leaned in. Right before his lips could graze yours, though, you ducked your head with a swell of panic in your chest. It was all too real suddenly and the idea of moving from a mutual interest to something concrete terrified you.

”Shit”, Frank breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut. ”Sorry, I shoulda asked. Just thought… Doesn’t matter. Didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable”, he added while stepping back, and in an instant, guilt and regret took over your body. Seeing the rejection on his face hurt worse than the risk of letting him in, and that was enough for you to know that kiss or no kiss, you were in too deep.

”No, I’m sorry. It’s me, I—I just can’t. Sorry”, you repeated before turning your heel and rushing inside, too embarrassed to stay and look at Frank’s hurt face any longer.

He frowned at your words, but let you go. He had pushed your limits enough for one night, but even if he didn’t stop you from running indoors, he couldn’t help but get stuck on what you had said. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him back, something else was holding you back, and that caused worry to flare up in him. Clearly, someone had hurt you badly, and he felt pure anger at the simple thought of it.

That same night, he tracked Red down, itching to pick a fight, but mostly he wanted to find out what was stopping you from going all in. He could sympathize — after all, he had closed himself off to relationships after Maria, and even now, when he had grown so attached to you, he struggled with that little nagging guilt in the back of his head that didn’t want him to move on.

”She ain’t ready, Red. Wanna tell me what happened or should I punch it out of ya?” Frank grumbled as he joined Matt on the rooftop, an unhappy look on his face that only deepened when he saw the mysterious smile on his friend’s face.

”You weren’t ready, either”, Matt retorted before sighing deeply. ”She’s been hurt a lot, Frank. Every guy she’s been with has broken her heart. It’s the same with best friends, too. Everyone leaves her. So, yeah, she’s careful about who she lets in”, he continued, causing the anger to fade from Frank’s face. At least Red had stayed, but he knew he wasn’t the most stable presence, either. He didn’t think he himself would be, for that matter, but he wanted so badly to prove to you that he’d stick around.

”She don’t deserve that”, Frank grunted, unable to understand why anyone would turn their back on you. Sure, you were stunning in a way that took his breath away, but you were also a good, caring person. You had such a big heart and you were an excellent listener, not to mention how funny you could be. And even though you knew who Frank was and what he had done, you had never judged him.

”I agree. That’s why I wanted you to meet with her. Platonic or romantic, I knew you could appreciate her for who she is”, Matt explained, and sighing, Frank couldn’t deny that he had been right. He thought you were amazing, and he really wanted you to know that.

So, the next day, he made his way to your apartment. He was uncharacteristically nervous, his usual cool demeanor cracking under the pressure of the situation, but he was good at concealing it. He stood on your doorstep, calm and collected, and once he had knocked and you opened the door, you couldn’t have suspected he was feeling troubled in any way.

”Frank”, you exhaled, honestly surprised. You were sure that your refusal to kiss him would have pushed him away, but here he was, and you reluctantly felt relieved. You had given him enough reason to walk away, but he kept showing up, and it gave you hope.

”Red told me about your shitty exes. I want ya to know that they’re assholes for leavin’ you like that and that… that I wouldn’t do that. I know I come with a lot of baggage, but I swear to you, I’d treat you right, sweetheart. Shit, you really… you really got me, y’know? I really care about you and I wish I could make you less scared ’cause I know you care about me, too”, he rambled, calling you out in a way that maybe you needed to be.

Gulping, you nodded to confirm he was right. ”I do care about you. I wish I didn’t, but I do”, you confessed, sending his heart reeling. ”I just don’t want to be let down again. I really can’t do it again”, you pointed out, not sure if Frank would get it, but he did.

”I hear you, sweetheart. It ain’t the same thing, but I know loss, and I don’t wanna go through it again. Maybe we could learn to trust again together. I know it’s fuckin’ scary to let your guard down, I sure as hell have a hard time with it, but you make me wanna try”, he shared, his voice so soft and careful. He wasn’t used to opening up about his feelings, but he knew you needed honesty, and he wanted to give it to you.

”Okay. I… I think I can do that. I want to trust you”, you told him, sparking a smile on his face.

Hesitating, he stepped closer to you and took his hand in your own. ”Can I kiss you?” he asked in that low, husky tone of his, full of want, and it sent a shiver down your body. You nodded, and he broke into a grin, cradling your face in one massive hand and dropping his mouth to yours. It was slow and careful, just testing the waters, but you could tell he was holding back, and it made your stomach do flips. He really wanted you, needed you even, and that felt so good.

He was willing to take things slow. However you wanted him, he was yours. And sure enough, you fell into a comfortable rhythm with him, both of you head over heels for one another, and Matt was pleased whenever you two showed up to a night out together, Frank’s hand protectively around your waist. The three of you began to spend more time together, allowing Frank to see the more carefree, relaxed side of you that Matt brought out, but you also dedicated plenty of moments to just you and Frank. Right before your eyes, you built a relationship, and you were so happy with him.

Nevertheless, there was something of a dark cloud above your head, invisible to Frank but so heavy on you. Your mind fed you constant worries and anxiety — since everyone else had left, surely Frank would do the same. And without even fully realizing it, you began taking great measures to avoid such a fate.

”Which one do you like better?” you asked Frank, holding up two dresses that were casual enough for your movie date, but too important for you to make the decision on your own. You had become highly worried about everything you wore, always wondering if Frank liked what you had on or if he was ashamed to be seen with you. Maybe your body wasn’t good enough, to begin with.

”Why’re you askin’ me, sweetheart? You’ll look stunnin’ either way”, he chuckled, not really seeing the point, but his answer didn’t satisfy you.

”Pick one. Please?” you pleaded, desperately wanting his input, and it twisted his face with surprise.

”Uh, alright. The one on the right”, Frank chose, and instantly, your stomach dropped — you had thought the one on the left was better. But it mattered to you what he thought, as you certainly didn’t want to give him any reason to leave you, and so, you put on the dress he had pointed out.

You picked at it the whole drive to the movie theater, uncomfortable with how your body looked in it and convinced that Frank was seeing it, too. You felt insecure and you wanted to cancel the entire date, but you didn’t want to upset him, so you swallowed it down.

”Somethin’ wrong with the dress, baby?” Frank noticed your compulsive touching at the clothing, and feeling exposed by his question, you gave him a weak smile.

”No, no, nothing. It’s alright”, you insisted, before swiftly changing the subject. Still, Frank didn’t forget about it. If anything, he was starting to notice a pattern of you seeming so uncomfortable in your own skin, leaving him stuck between wanting to reassure you and fearing he’d only be creating a problem by bringing it up.

He picked up on the anxiety that followed you pretty easily. But it wasn’t until you began putting yourself down out loud that he cut in.

”Hey, bring me that black shirt f’me?” Frank called out from the bathroom where he was brushing his teeth, preparing for the day ahead of him. You reacted to his request as quickly as you could, digging through his designated half of the closet to find that one button-up you loved to see on him and hastily carrying it to the bathroom for him.

You handed the shirt over, and you instantly clocked the look on his face. ”Oh, shit, I shoulda specified. The other one, sweetheart. This one got all torn up from that one asshole’s knife the other night”, he corrected you gently and with care, but it hit you straight in the heart, making you feel like you couldn’t do anything right.

”Sorry. Sorry, I—I’m stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking”, you stammered, turning around to go back to the closet, but Frank stopped you with a grip on your wrist.

”Hey, you ain’t stupid. It was a mistake. Where’s this comin’ from, huh?” he glanced you over with concern, hating the sound of you criticizing yourself like that. He saw no need for it, and the way you jumped to it was something he wasn’t going to look past.

You shrugged, trying to move on from it, but Frank wasn’t that easily convinced. ”Look at me, sweetheart”, he demanded softly, and shyly, you brought your gaze up to his. ”I don’t like you speakin’ that way ’bout yourself. You didn’t do anythin’ wrong, yeah? It ain’t a big deal”, he promised, and his attempts to reassure you got your eyes to sting with incoming tears.

”I just don’t wanna do something to make you leave me”, you whispered, wiping your eyes to avoid him seeing you cry. ”Sorry”, you added, and shaking his head, Frank pulled you in, his head tilted down at you. He was so close, you could sense his warmth and his stare, and you felt so vulnerable in the small space.

”There’s nothin’ to apologize for, sweet darlin’. Hey, listen to me. There ain’t a thing you could do to make me leave. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, ’m here to stay. I wanna be with you. The real you, includin’ every little thing you think I couldn’t love. I do”, Frank started, staring you down and trying to make you see he was completely serious. He would have never done anything to hurt you on purpose, and he wished he would have had the words to convince you.

”You really mean that?” you asked weakly, trembling from anxiety. You really wanted to believe him, but it was hard to unlearn everything you had grown so accustomed to.

”I mean it, baby”, he swore, leaning in to kiss your forehead. ”Is this why you keep bein’ so careful with what you say around me? And why you ask me what you should be wearin’?” he wondered, and embarrassed to admit it, you nodded.

”I just want you to still think I’m worth it”, you sighed, breaking Frank’s heart.

”Clearly I ain’t been very good at this boyfriend thing, ’cause I never want you to doubt how I feel ’bout you. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and I adore everythin’ you do and are. Can’t think of anyone sweeter and kinder than you. You’re the best thing to happen to me in a long while and I… I love you”, he told you, sincere and full of feeling. His words made your eyes widen, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words, but eventually, the right thing tumbled out of your mouth.

”I love you, Frank”, you smiled, unable to hold back the joy you felt upon hearing that. ”I’m always the one to love more. To get more attached. But you… you really care about me, don’t you?” you spoke in amazement, starting to see that he was serious about you.

”You’re goddamn right I do. And you’ll always be worth it to me, pretty girl. Nothin’s gonna change that”, he emphasized, his dark eyes filled to the brim with something fiery. For the first time since you had met him, you trusted in him one hundred percent and didn’t let the inevitable anxiety and doubt shift your faith.

As he leaned down to kiss you, passionate and needy, you felt like you had found your happy ending. And for once, you had hope, and thought that with Frank, you actually had a chance of healing.

[scivors]

I LOVE how you describe Simon. I can't explain it, but I think you're the first person in this fandom who has described exactly how a person with depression acts and it's strangely melancholic and comforting to me. Could you write something about Sick Simon? I'm tired of people giving more attention to Book Simon because he's the "edgy" version of Simon or something. I like to imagine that Simon gained a little weight after his accident but I suppose that might be unrealistic since this guy probably didn't even feel like eating before the accident, let alone after. But hey, write it your way. I just want him to get some love :(( (And he looks cuter/prettier with a beard for me, honestly. I imagine his beard tickling when he kisses you 💔)

Writers note (skip if you must): For me, representation means everything and how I write a character with mental illness. This can be tricky considering that I'm writing about mental illness from my perspective or with my experience with an individual with the exact same mental struggles etc. I can say I'm really trying to empathise with the person and try to understand them from a different point of perspective. But when writing a character with mental illness IN a relationship then I'm not gonna go straight into fluff but instead I'm gonna write the consequences and the struggles of dating someone who suffers with such, to really help people understand that characters with mental illness are PEOPLE with REAL LIFE mental illnesses and there will be some chaos in that relationship. So, I'm gonna have to end this note by thanking you for this message and I'm glad I was able to get something out of my writing.. My goal is to make people feel seen and heard (fluff is my biggest enemy but I somehow manage to make it work). ❤️❤️

- Mika, Mikayla Winters.

(CHUBBY SIMON, CHUBBY SIMON, YES YES YES)

Sick! Simon Henriksson headcanons

To go back to the chubby part, Simon is the type to be skinny fat. He has the normal body type, just some parts of his body has some fat on it (example: baby face, arms, love handles, stomach etc.) Average body type for a 19 year old suffering with depression.

(I have this headcanon that the reason why he can't run for too long is that he's not very athletic,..he gets tired pretty quickly.)

This is after his accident and he became crippled. He's constantly in his room contemplating his life and where it has come to.

Medication and pills are his biggest enemy. The taste of laboratory drugs even if it was a big part of his life, he'll never get used to it..

(but he can pick up a dirty syringe from the ground and inject it into his scars. He has no logic..)

The nurses actually took care of his scars, though his scars were infected from all the bacteria (probably from the syringe). They tried their best to clean his arms with gentle care. He zones out most of the time so he doesn't necessarily mind it.

He lost track of time. He noticed his beard growing out and the dark circles under his eyes becoming more noticeable. However judging his situation I don't think he'd get much sleep when he's sick + the bed is uncomfortable + the other mentally ill people are screaming their lungs out.

Even though it's not his fault, he keeps thinking maybe if he’d done something differently, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. There's guilt. Especially if others try to care for him. He hates when people care for him..(+bonus the other fluff headcanons where I mention him not being the best with opening up).

I don't know if y'all noticed but Simon likes to make some really dark jokes sometimes. I think it's some form of coping mechanisms to ease the situation to not make it appear as serious.

In an effort to ease the awkwardness, Simon will make dark, dry jokes about his condition. Not because he thinks it’s funny, but because it’s the only way he knows how to cope. Something like that.

To go back to the part where he doesn't like people helping him. He gets defensive this time.

Someone tries to open a door for him, and he snaps: “I’ve got it.” and he can do it himself, of course. The moment passes awkwardly. He didn’t mean to lash out. But it’s that damn feeling of helplessness again.

There are times when he gets the chance to have a moment outside of the mental hospital, just not FAR AWAY from the mental hospital. He'd be outside having a smoke and zoning out at the times while he's out.

What about cleaning himself?

When it's time to take a bath he feels so uncomfortable that someone (a nurse) has to watch him during this vulnerable moment, he tries his best to avoid eye contact at all cost however this is so that he doesn't get any ideas.

He politely asks with an anxious tone "Can..I...Can I have some alone time, please?" He looks at the nurse that had all her focus on the magazine in her hands.

The nurse took the time to take her focus off from the magazine, she lifts her head up, looking at Simon with a smiles before taking a short pause to think about it. Not long, but enough for him to feel the doubt. His eyes are fixed somewhere near the sink, anywhere but at her.

“Simon,” she says softly, “I want to respect your space. But I also need to make sure you’re safe."

He likes to sink into the water. He’ll slide down into the water until only his nose is above the surface.

"Great. Fucking. Great."

(to be continued?)

This is short, for now :)..

[themisinformer]

‘He Was Just Trolling!’ Republican Says in Defense of 78 Year Old President

FORT SMITH, ARKANSAS - Growing sick and tired of people constantly taking him out of context, longtime loyal Republican Gerald Keegler, 57, has rushed to the defense of current president Donald Trump, who is known for being overly blunt when he speaks, claiming that people misinterpret the things he’s saying by not realizing that he’s merely trolling.

“The thing is, you’re not supposed to take anything that Trump says seriously,” Keegler explained. “When Trump talks about invading Canada or taking ownership of the Gaza Strip, we all know that he’s just saying that to own the libs. But it’s also what’s on a lot of American’s minds, which is why we love him; because he summarily owns the political opposition while also validating the beliefs that so many people condemn us for.”

The White House has also expressed similar sentiments, with Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt being quoted as saying, “The president’s just engaging in some lighthearted discourse. The kids call it ‘shitposting’ and ‘ragebaiting,’ and if you don’t get it, then quite frankly, you’re out of touch.”

As for Keegler, he says that he’s actually quite sympathetic for the president whenever he starts trolling. “Like come on, can’t the president have a little bit of fun every once in a while?” Keegler asked. “He has the hardest job in the world — leading the free world, so in my opinion, he’s earned the right to troll the libs who only make his job harder. They’re just upset because they don’t understand meme culture.”

[bigheartbigcrush]

24/06/25 ★

With all my mocks and that, as well as my dumb school changing the way it is structured, I've barely seen him for the last couple of days. Most people in my year were at another college trip, only fifty people could go and there were all courses I wasn't interested in, so I didn't end up going.

But, he stood outside my maths classroom, looked directly at me, and just sort of walked away. Perhaps it's because he also hasn't seen me all day. Maybe he thought I wasn't in school.

I saw him again just before my last lesson, he was stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, glancing over his shoulder, and started walking towards me. He asked if I was going to his revision, which thankfully I was, so I just nodded. My friend made a buzzer noise since she didn't even do history as a GCSE, and he mocked the noise as he walked away. Then, he came into my class during his free period, talking about his lessons being observed since it is now officially his second year teaching (clap for B guys).

Anyway, I went to his revision session, and I'm really not one of eye contact. I don't know if it's because I'm somewhere on the spectrum, but I really struggle looking into people's eyes, like it makes my skin physically crawl, but when he's speaking? I can look him dead in the eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes and his long eye-lashes that I've never actually noticed before.

He sat down on a free desk, explaining the mark scheme and what techniques to use for the best marks at the end and his eyes were flitting over the class but they kept constantly landing on me and he used me as an example, "For example, if Tia got the eight-mark question wrong, I would help her to get it right and by the end of the year it would be her biggest mark grabber," He explained as I was just hanging on his every word. And he also said something including the words, "And I like that," and stared at me but I don't remember what it was.

He was making a joke about eyesight to another student (bare in mind, I wear glasses, and so does he) and the girl said something to do with 'like you can say anything' and he said, "Wow, don't diss me and Tia and (another girls name) like that," And chuckled. He was stood right in front of me and the way he commented on me — the girl who he has never taught, the girl he wasn't completely aware of until three weeks ago and he's saying my name over the girl he has been teaching for six months at this point. Like, okay, damn, just say you love me. And I said something about me not really needing glasses because I have a really low prescription and said something to do with me being a poser and "Just want to blend in, hm?"

He kept asking me questions, but I had a cold and could literally barely breathe, and I said, "I'm going to die," and he went, "You can't die, you're only sixteen. Sixteen? Fifteen? Fourteen?" He started rambling for some reason, "Fifteen," I said, "Why would I be fourteen?" and I guess I said it really defensively because he started going, "Well, you could be fourteen, I don't know," And then for some reason he started talking about how old he was. He was born in the year 2000, which I was already hyper aware of, and in October. Which is also old news. He also said he didn't want to be in the same generation as us. Sadly.

Nearing the end of the lesson, he was asking us if we had any questions, and he hopefully said, "Any questions, Tia?" and I went, "No questions." But I really should've just made one up so I could see his face as he explained.

(I'm updating this like a week later because I remembered more that happened lmao, anyways) I can't remember what I said, but I said something about my friend being my wife or girlfriend and I had my head turned the other way, like away from him, and I turned it back at the right time to see his eyebrows furrowed for a split second. Like he didn't like my joke one bit. Jealous, B?

And now that I think of it, he was favouring the side I was sitting on pretty much the entire time. Like he kept standing directly in front of me and was putting all his whiteboard pens and revision booklet that he was reading out of onto my desk. Hmmm...

And knowing my luck, as I was walking home, B actually drove past me. He used to do it a lot, but he stopped as I started becoming later to school. It's actually infuriating since I knew he was probably waiting at the lights whilst I was walking past with one of the boys. An actual idiot.

[heister-shmeister]

houston was the main person who convinced sokol and jacket not to beef with each other. he pointed out things they both liked and started conversations with both of them involved in order to hopefully end the rivalry they started. houston likes talking to jacket about cars and analog technology. sokol shrugs off most of the car stuff. most he knows is how to steal a catalytic converter, and hes more interested in other forms of machinery. jacket and houston attend car shows every once in a while at which houston has to hold jacket back from attacking some random blue haired dude with a bike. most joy sokol derives from the car shows are standing by random americans fancy vintage cars and acting like an eccentric salesman, saying blatantly incorrect facts about whatever vehicle hes standing. houston fact checks him every time, pointing out what the car actually is and getting defensive about it while jacket is doubled over on the asphalt trying not to laugh. houston and jacket also bond over video games, something sokol didnt understand fully until they dragged him along to an arcade. it just wasnt something sokol grew up with but he had a fun time playing air hockey. when jacket plays air hockey, hes less focused on blocking peoples shots as he is on hitting the plastic puck as hard as he can physically muster, leading to events where he is losing but its fine because he shot the puck across the room. houstons reaction time is just a bit too slow for air hockey, and sokols knowledge of how to hit REAL goals makes him good at shooting the puck at the perfect angle to score. jacket likes spending any money he has on the claw machine. nobody knows why. houston says theyre rigged and that the only time hes ever 'won' anything from it was when he lockpicked a machine to steal his quarters back. while sokol watches jacket meticulously line the claw up with a jigglypuff plush he points out the structural integrity of the claw. how it wraps around the object fine but lacks the grip strength and is constantly dangling like it isnt possible to just secure it better. houston tries to explain that the point of the machine isnt to be fair, in fact its the opposite. sokols favorite arcade games are ones where you literally just gamble. houston and jacket walk off to get food leaving sokol by the one fishing worm spinny wheel of tickets. they come back to discover sokol has broken one machine from the sheer force of him pushing the lever down and scooted over to one directly next to it, still gambling his money away with a somewhat decent pile of tickets at his feet. houston pickpockets random tiny trinkets from the arcade's prize corner. most of the stuff is the equivalent of 5 hours of playing time, so he forgoes those five hours and grabs junk just because he can. just because it tempts him. he cant NOT steal something thats so perfectly ripe for the taking, even if he has no use for it at all.

[spot-the-antisemitism]

This is another rant I got from an ex-friend who complained to me about the I/P conflict being discussed in the server. Blocked instantly

Okay, i have been gone for like what? 2-4 Months, maybe more from OGFC, and to my surprise the first thing I see when I finally have the energy to come and read messaged here is AGAIN something we were keen to keep out of here cause we all know some disagree with other. Really? Israel-Hamas AGAIN? Ill put my piece here cause I have to

1. Are we done playing like this conflict is as simple as "terrorist" against a "bad state"? The whole point is that Israeli agression kickstarted Hamas expansion, by putting Gaza is a no-man's land and constantly antagonizing Palestinian Populations., 2. Israel is a state formed from a coup in which Zionist Cells inside Jewish population used Guerrila Warfare and terrorism to convince Britain the issue was not worth it and to be able to unilatirally declare independence without a full treaty being recognized, they killed british troops, got mad when britain was afraid of putting more jews then arabs in Palestine and used their ideology to create a Us vs. Them narrative that was never true, 3. Are we suppose to ignore that the IDF has admitted to have given money to Yassin to undermind the left-leaning secular PLO in the West Bank?, 4. Although both sides have comitted crimes against humanity and there is no doubt that Hamas uses the Israeli attacks as a form of way to keep legitimacy, I doubt people in a peaceful state resort to supporting terrorism

How many times have terrorist cells been connected to foreign Global North investiments that directly or indirectly gave way to violence? I can count more than one Lastly, connecting Zionism to the Jewish Identity can in my mind only be explained as a attempt into making the world hates jews, because there is no rational logic that can explain why an ideology that bases itself in "race purity" (in this case jews marrying jews), religious dominion and ethnical erradication can be described as part of a "jewish" culture, because at least from what I know, this is not related to Jews at all Is the Westboro Baptiste Church a representation os all Christian? Of all conservative christians? Was any organization and ideology at any point in societal history been able to fully defined the beliefs of a population? I don't know why everyone has such a devoted opinion about how one side is completly right or wrong, the point is that whatever is right, you have gone so way past it that you ignore things you critique in similar situations elsewhere, I do not understand the double standard

Yes the middle east is chaos, from both internal and external factors, yes, muslim countries genereally are more conservative, but goddamit, is Israel the beacon of Democracy, Justice and Freedom to get its defense? If you cannot talk about this issue recognizing the complex situation it is, maybe you should stop, breath and reconsider your ability to talk about anything reguarding geo politics, because after years of this conflict being right in your faces, you still cannot understand the smallest complexity of the issue Stop talking about this issue here, and I would even suggest stop talking about this issue anywhere else, because I have to be honest, for some of you, I have had deeper and more meaningful conversations with a Conservative Uber Driver while drunk about politics than I have seen from you, an absolute demonstration of some on the way that a person can waste perfectly good brain capacity to do absolute nothing Have some self-respect and instead of coming over to discuss about any hot-topic issues, maybe consider that this Server was made to talk about OGF, not for us to have to time and time again, have to read the asinine opinions of a young man, we have enough of those elsewhere Good night

“Israel literally does all the same as hamas and is the westboro baptist Church of Judaism.” Listen if these guys can’t even name Ben fucking Shapiro or Lev Tahor or Nekutei Karta (oh wait they’re too busy sucking rampant misogynist holocaust denier dick because they said ‘nuke Israel’ never mind) they are not qualified to talk about Zionism

[divorcingjimmatthews]

time to inflict my jade and khatri AU headcanons on yall. jhatri AU masterpost

i hadn't thought about khatri in a while and that lovely ask brought back all the khatri thoughts please bear 🐻 with me

khatri is so repressed gay priest coded to me that i actually forget that's not a canon plot point most of the time

to me he's constantly having sexual thoughts about boyd that he is sooo deeply ashamed of, mostly because he believes that boyd is straight and would change the way he sees him if he knew

in any case with the dead wife situation boyd's got going on it's definitely just easier to push any lustful thoughts aside. until jade shows up :)

yall khatri was soo sweet and caring with jade!! and his reaction when jade flirted with him while high? kristi rolled her eyes, boyd slapped him away, but khatri had a fucking experience there, you cannot change my mind

pictured above: what could have been the start of a beautiful relationship if the writers were not so concerned with superflous things like "story" and "plot"

it might have been the first time in his life that another guy openly called him beautiful or looked at him like that. or it might also have reminded him of a boyfriend he had or almost had in his youth. take your pick. both work

also, we cannot ignore that jade is a really attractive guy and that he's literally handcuffed in this scene. it's such a peak meet cute come on look at them. look at their hands

now, i can see khatri going to check up on jade the next morning or a few days later. jade is completely alone after all so i feel like khatri would tell him that he can stop by the church if he wants. jade would just laugh it off and then be like oh you're actually being serious?

but he would go. not for his own sake but because tobey was catholic or something and he was kind of losing his mind when they buried him so he didn't get to give a proper goodbye. khatri does a little funeral service just for him and jade is a mess afterwards

they would sit and talk and khatri would ask him if tobey was his partner and jade would feel safe enough with khatri to explain the complexities of their situationship. khatri would share some of his own memories about loving other men in return

khatri is basically resigned to eternal unhappiness tm but jade is clingy and needy and entitled so he would find excuses to see khatri all the time. i stand by my belief that khatri couldve fixed jade. imo most of jade's bratty attitude comes from being defensive against what he percieves as threats but with khatri i think he would just feel safe to be himself

jade would obviously have a big problem with khatri being resigned to unhappiness tm and i think he would just rope him into projects like he did with jim and tabitha

they would have a lot of discussions about religion where jade would be a total prick but khatri would humor him because jade clearly needs the venting session and because khatri can really use a lighthearted break from his internal monologue of guilt and shame. symbiosis

obviously people would talk because it would make no damn sense. why is a priest going around collecting car engine parts

and indeed a big part of why they're spending time together at all is because they enjoy each other's company. just like with boyd the situation doesn't really work in their favor because jade is not really thinking about anything besides finding a way out of the town

one day some people are looking at them a little weird and jade knows that look so he gets really worked up and yells something like "yeah i'm fucking your priest if that's what you wanna know, can you move along now?"

as soon as he turns back to khatri he realises that he really fucked up, though. once they're alone in private jade apologises and admits that he said that because he kind of wishes he was fucking the priest but "listen, that's not the point, the point is that i'm really sorry, i shouldn't have said that, and i shouldn't have said that here, and... fuck"

"i'm just sorry, alright?" before leaving the church while feeling terrible for having fucked up that bad. sadly i think they... wouldn't really get to fix it? since jade would be getting sucked deeper into the whole visions situation around this time and khatri has the whole deal with sara going on

which is another reason why khatri would shut jade away. maybe jade would go try to fix things and ask to come in and khatri would have to tell him no. because he literally has his best friend's murderer locked up in the basement LMAO

if someone else wants to add to this or sees a way in which it could work please do add to this i am literally so starved and i have so many cute headcanons for them if they were together but i cant see khatri going for it so i just suffer