#me forgetting about it completely and now fuck

[darlingdream1010]

(Dpxdc)

When Danny was younger, his favorite line from a movie had been, “With great power comes great responsibility.” It felt like being in on an inside joke whenever somebody would quote it. It made the character’s journey to making the right choices with his powers even more meaningful. And above all else, the line was cool. Because that’s all that matters when you’re a kid.

Or at least, that should have been all Danny had to worry about.

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“Welcome to Bat Burger, what would you like to order?”

Jason frowned up at the employee, whose tone was dry as bone. Icy blue eyes gazed apathetically at him from underneath black bangs.

“Jaybird, order. Wounds don’t heal themselves, I have to feed this engine,” Dick said, patting his stomach behind Jason.

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve survived on less.”

“And I don’t want to again. Two bat classics and one Joker-fries to share?” Dick called up to the window, climbing over Jason’s back to get within hearing distance.

The person nodded and slammed the window closed before Jason could rescind Dick’s order.

He whipped around, glaring at his older brother. “I’m not taking you for midnight runs again.”

Dick just patted Jason and laughed. Maybe he didn’t take him seriously because that’s what he’d been saying the past five midnight Bat Burger runs.

The window slid open again. “Move up.”

“Tha—“

The slam of the window cut Dick off.

“Damn,” he muttered.

Jason couldn’t help smirking at that. He lazily pushed them forward with the engine, cruising forward just in time for his bag to be thrust unceremoniously out of the window.

He grabbed it before their grumpy patron could think to just drop it on him. Dick snatched his burger and cradled the fries to his chest. Jason steered them over to the parking lot and jammed his kickstand down.

Dick leaned over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. Here?

Jason shrugged. It was nice outside tonight. Dark, tranquil and silent. He liked the whistle of the wind and the rustle of the vines—

“JASON!” Dick shouted.

Jason was off the bike in half a second, hands on his holsters. Dick had pulled out his escrima sticks and was stinging massive torrent of vines whipping toward them. Jason groaned.

Of course somebody had to ruin his night just as he was beginning to enjoy it. He ran his hands along his belt, considering what would be best to fight the rabid plants in front of him.

Just as he pulled out his lighter and a trusty can of wasp killer, an angry male voice called out from across the parking lot.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Both Jason and Dick turned around instinctively at the voice. It was the employee from before. Dick glanced back at Jason. He nodded, and they both ran for the citizen.

“Get out of here! Run!” Dick shouted.

“Your scrawny ass isn’t a hero for coming out here!” Jason shouted.

The staff member ignored them, stalking toward the vines with a stormy expression. Dick jumped to the side, striking one of them. Jason was pretty sure he heard him say “bad dog.”

He raised the wasp killer to help his brother, glancing over at the employee. “You should really get out of the way.”

He didn’t listen, stepping into the arena of vines. Instead, the young staff member raised his voice and shouted:

“Don’t tell me what to do—YOU DIDN’T PAY!”

Jason saw Dick jerk in surprise, opening his side up completely to the plant. Before Jason could step in, the citizen lunged forward and wrestled the vine out of the air, then tore it out of the cracks in the road like it was one behemoth of a weed.

Huffing and puffing, the red-faced citizen(?) faced them, hands now braced on his knees. “I’m sorry about-“ they wheezed in another breath, “I-I’m sorry about that, it was my fault you didn’t pay. I forgot to ask for your card,” the young man apologized.

“Forget the money, what did you just do?” Jason demanded. The mass of vines was completely uprooted and just laying there, twitching with its final ounces of life.

“Sir, I know you and your friend are vigilantes and you do a great service, but this is my job…”

“I said what did you just do? With that vine!” Jason demanded again, but Dick stopped him with a hand.

He passed the man two twenties. “Will that be enough?”

The man smiled gratefully. “Thanks. I’m Danny, by the way. Sorry about the confusion again.”

“No…need,” Dick said uncertainly, watching Danny hoist the entire tangle of vines over his shoulder. He did it while wincing, but the point stood that he could do it.

Danny waved them goodbye and strolled off toward the Bat Burger dumpster.

Jason turned to Dick, who shook his head tiredly. “No. We’re not asking questions. I’m going back to my city, you’re going back to your alley, and B—actually, probably Tim—will figure it out like the big boy heroes they are.”

Jason sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Sure, man.”

[hahaifolded]

hello!!!!!

I don’t know if this is a stupid or unnecessary ask but how would Kyle and the team react to Soap and Reader’s break up? Would they notice a difference since Soap wouldn’t be so happy and loud anymore? Maybe he would just whine and complain the whole time, and it happened too much that one of them pushed him to confess what happened (I would believe that to be Kyle since we called him and not the captain or such). I might be going off topic and beginning to rant right here, I am so sorry!!!! 🫶🏽

Enjoy this rough, continuation of Cellophane (Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x POC!GN Reader

Warnings: MDNI, ANGST (racism), comparatively not as bad as the first part, Johnny still sucks however, mid-writing, abrupt ending Author's Note: You know what, I wasn't going to do a part two but I read this and boom... thoughts! Thank you for the ask, @shitaaba

Has the sun ever felt better on his skin? Gaz doesn’t think so.

What a perfect day! No early meetings or training. Sun is shining, the town isn’t too busy, and Kyle finally has time to hit that coffee shop you and Johnny showed him all those months ago. 

You and Johnny… what a beautiful couple. Well mostly you but Kyle will keep that to himself as he doesn’t need Johnny on his back for “fucking you with his eyes” again. His teammate sure is a lucky man, especially since Kyle isn’t a homewrecker, because if Gaz had his way, you’d be right next to h— 

“Ah!” Kyle quickly grabs at the poor soul that he smacked into. 

“Shit, so sorry. Are you ok… oh, it’s you!” he first apologizes then gleams. What a strange coincidence. Is this manifestation? 

You look up and immediately pull away from his grasp. Your eyes are wide as they wander for a quick getaway. “Don’t even worry about it. If you’ll excuse me,” you rush out as you side-step Kyle. 

Kyle blocks you and throws you a warm smile as an attempt to ease your embarrasment. “Woah, woah, why the rush? It’s been awhile. What, Johnny has you caged up?” Gaz laughs at his own joke. He thought that would for sure make you laugh. It doesn’t.

Your face falls, and for the first time ever, Kyle sees you shrink. Your energy completely dissipates as discomfort overtakes you. 

“Hey, everything okay?” Kyle softens his voice and reaches out, laying a gentle hand on your upper arm in an attempt to lift you up. You slowly step away from it which only worries Kyle more. “What happened? Did Johnny do something?” 

“John and I broke up.” 

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“Up for drinks tonight boys? My treat,” announces Price at the end of the team meeting.

“Sure.”

“As long as you pay, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

“Can’t.”

“Again Johnny? This is the fifth time you’ve bailed on us,” Ghost remarks. 

Soap lets out a deep laugh. “You’re just bitter that I have something sweeter waiting for me at home.” Ghost rolls his eyes while Price laughs. 

“Wanker.” 

Soap, Ghost, and Price all turn towards Kyle. Did he just call Soap a wanker? Why?

“Just a wee joke. Meant no harm,” Soap yields. Gaz just rolls his eyes and continues packing his things. 

Instead of engaging with Gaz, Johnny decides to concede and continue packing. Clearly something is bothering his fellow sergeant but Soap knows it's better to wait until Kyle opens up. And if he’s honest to himself, he really doesn’t have the capacity right now for other people’s problems.  He has enough of his own. 

“Before I forget, ma has been nagging me to bring you guys over for dinner again. Worried that we’re starving or something. Think next week works for all of ya?” 

“Sure.”

“Should I bring anything?”

“Your mom okay with me coming?”

Ghost and Price do a double take as Kyle’s question catches them off guard. Kyle pays them no attention as he stares down Soap who’s smile drops. 

However, as fast as it dropped, it immediately reappeared. “What kind of question is that? Course she knows,” the Scotsman smiles. 

Kyle chuckles in disbelief. “Really? So she knows about me but not your bird?” 

“What?” Soap’s entire demeanor changes. His confident, go-lucky self crumbles, now replaced with shame and discomfort. “What are you on about?”

“Mate, you can’t be serious?” Kyle barks. He takes a step forward towards his counterpart but is stopped by a confused, but attentive captain. Price steps in and asks for an explanation. 

Kyle stares Soap down and bites, “you want to tell them or should I?”  All color drains from Soap's face

“That’s enough you two,” Ghost jumps in, unable to take this anymore. “Whatever problems Johnny is having with his bird is between him and—“

“They broke up two months ago!” Kyle finally exclaims. Ghost’s eyes widened. Price’s jaw drops. That made no sense as just last week, Johnny went on and on about the perfect getaway you two went on. Ghost and Price look to Johnny for answers, but with the way Johnny is standing, head down, shoulders slumped, their questions are answered. 

“Johnny, what happened?” Price tries to comfort the Scotsman. He saw how happy you made the sergeant happy. He even had a heart-to-heart with Johnny when he expressed his desire to marry you. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I’ll tell you why.” And with that, Kyle goes off. He tells the team how Johnny, despite claiming to love you more than life itself, refused to fight for you. ”I bet you’re just like your parents,” spits Kyle. 

“You don’t get it,” counters Johnny. His face twists in despair. 

“What’s not to get? Your parents are fucking racist and you refuse to do anything about it.” Kyle couldn’t believe it. Johnny is his friend, his comrade, his brother in arms; despite everything they’ve gone through, Kyle thought he could trust the Scotsman. And worst of all, he wasn’t the one who got hurt, it was you, sweet, beautiful you got hurt. “You’re pathetic. You never fucking deserved them!” 

“That’s enough,” Price puts his foot down. His face stern. He gestures to Soap and sends him to his office. Soap drops his head and nods in defeat. As Johnny walks away, Price lets out a deep breath and asks Ghost to watch Kyle before heading off himself.

The lieutenant and sergeant stand in silence as Kyle is way too angry to speak and Ghost is just uncomfortable by the entire situation. Did Johnny really lose you because of his parents? Ghost couldn’t believe it. He’s seen firsthand how Johnny furiously defended you during late nights out at the bar when other soldiers got a little too crude with the way they spoke about you. Ghost personally has had to rip the sergeant off one too many times from rude allies. What made Ghost even more uncomfortable was the amount of time he’s spent with Johnny’s family and never once got the feeling that his parents were racist. They’ve always been kind to the Lietenant. He assumed it was because of his rank or even his own past, never for… 

“Kyle?” Kyle cocks his head towards Ghost, eyes still buring with rage. “Has his parents ever…”

“No,” Kyle admits. He exhales deeply, his shoulders easing a bit. “I mean, there's been some weird comments here and there but I just assumed it was cause they’re old, never…” Kyle trails off, clearly affected by everything. 

Ghost just nods. He stays quiet for a bit until another question pops in his head. “Are they okay?” 

Kyle shrugs his shoulders. “They’re alright. Still hurt but they’ll survive” 

Ghost hums. He has a million other questions but decides to stay quiet. As much as he wants to know how Kyle found out or what (but really who) you’re doing these days, Ghost sees that Kyle is just exhausted. So with that, the two men finish packing in silence. With their bags in hand, they both leave the conference room, walking side by side in the hallway. 

Kyle pulls out his phone and lets out a small chuckle. Ghost can’t help but give Gaz a weird look. What’s so funny? 

“You know something, L.T., I don’t even feel bad anymore.” Ghost tilts his head as Kyle shows him something on his phone.

You: Saturday works for me! 

Word Count: 1246

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[bambiens]

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 02 lucky me

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to say you were too embarrassed to even step foot in this place again would be an understatement. yeonjun arguing with the receptionist suddenly became background noise to you.

you became so engrossed within your own thoughts that you hadn't even seen heeseung hastily walk up to the desk, trying to mediate the situation going on in front of you.

it wasn't until you heard a familiar voice start speaking that you decided to look up at the scene, "riki, stop terrorizing our customers seriously – listen i'm so sorry about the inconvenience–"

it was him. you were sure of it – okay, maybe only about 75% sure it was him. you could barely make out what that guy looked like the night you drunkenly tried to get a stupid tattoo. but there was no doubt about it that this was the place.

all you could do was stare at him while you try recollecting the events of that infamous night.

when he finally looks up to meet your gaze, he stops talking and just squints his eyes at you for a second – well, at least that's what you saw before you frantically turned around in shame.

yeah, that is definitely the same guy.

facing the other way, you hurriedly took your phone out to make yourself seem busy; just pressing random shit and going on different apps.

"hey, you back for your free tattoo already lucky?"

the room followed with silence – and then a simultaneous, "huh?" from both yeonjun and the receptionist.

that sentence alone made you shudder completely. you froze for a second before you slowly turned to face everyone again.

you look at all the faces around you; amusement, confusion, and even more confusion.

all you do is let out a sheepish laugh.

grinning, heeseung turns and asks, "riki, could you prep – sorry what's your name again? my bad."

"oh um, yeonjun – it's yeonjun."

"ah yeah, i remember now, jay mentioned you'd be coming today," heeseung looks back at riki, "could you go prep yeonjun for his tattoo?"

riki nods and leads the way to yeonjun, both walking in complete silence, leaving you and heeseung alone.

heeseung quickly breaks the ice, "so, you made your mind up lucky?"

"why do you keep calling me that?" you interject, tilting your head slightly.

he twirls his finger in the air, "your back."

you place a hand on your exposed back, oh. you often forget that you got this tattoo in the first place.

the tattoo was freshly two years old now, but you remember it like it was yesterday.

after getting broken up with by your then boyfriend, you decided to commemorate the start of a new era by getting your first tattoo. your ex-boyfriend was always so over-protective and territorial of you, but you hadn't thought much about it then – you simply listened to him because you trusted him. he was your first everything: first kiss, first boyfriend, and even lost your virginity to him.

so, like any normal human being would, you crashed the fuck out after he brutally ghosted you the day of your first year anniversary. that was essentially the end of your first and only relationship.

from then on, you decided to live your own life, refusing to ever let a man be able to control you – refusing to ever let a man get so intimately close to you as he once was.

so ultimately, you got a cheeky tattoo on a whim to declare independence from men (for the time being). and now you're stuck with "lucky you" carved on your lower back. it's almost a laughable situation, really.

heeseung clears his throat, "hello?"

"oh, sorry, got lost in thought." you blurted, "listen, about that night, i'm sorry. just forget all about it please. i was pretty drunk and didn't know what i was doing."

he raises an eyebrow, "oh really? could have fooled me," letting out a devilish smile afterwards.

you don't know whether to laugh out of embarrassment or anxiety, but thankfully, you didn't have to choose after you and heeseung both hear a loud bang coming from the other room.

"guys, i think he fainted," echoed riki.

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the energy in the store shifted when heeseung scolded riki for quote, "provoking yeonjun with the tattoo gun," – making him faint.

the atmosphere was quiet, and especially awkward now that yeonjun was sitting in fetal position in the waiting area, sipping his juice box while holding a cookie in his other hand.

all you could do was lightly pat his back as if it was any consolation.

when riki gets sent to the back for "time-out," you slowly walk up to the reception desk.

"um," you begin, "sorry about my friend collapsing in your store."

scratching the back of his neck, heeseung replies, "don't worry about it, i should be the one sorry. i'm pretty sure riki was trying to scare yeonjun on purpose."

you hold in a laugh.

"yeah," you look back at yeonjun, whose still staring at the ground traumatized, "i don't think he'll be able to get a tattoo today."

"that's no problem at all. sorry for the bad experience," heeseung reassured with a grimaced smile.

"well, i guess we'll get going now," you begin walking back towards yeonjun.

"wait," heeseung shouts.

you look back at heeseung, who is now jogging towards you with something in his hand, "the offer still stands – the tattoo i mean, if you ever want to get one," he hands you his business card.

you accept it, brushing against his hand lightly where you notice "luck" tattooed across the knuckles of his right hand.

you take a quick look at the card; lee heeseung, independent tattoo artist at black heart ink, the store's website, and his personal phone number.

"thanks," you look back up at him before putting the card inside your purse, "i'll think about it."

he nods and watches you pull yeonjun up, dragging him towards the door.

before stepping outside, you look back at him once more, "bye heeseung."

and for the second time, he watches you leave.

"lucky me, indeed," he thinks to himself.

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author's note: if heeseung and yn’s encounter this chapter didn't make sense it’s bc u prob didn’t read the PROLOGUE!!!😾 also does anyone wanna guess which idol will faceclaim yn’s ex (yes, he will make an appearance in the story at some point)🫣 + everytime i start writing like a tattoo i have to play lucky by riize🍀

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[kithtaehyung]

Hi ryen! I was watching josh johnson and he was talking about the trend/“prank” where guys call their friends to wish them goodnight and i wondered how 3tan yoongi and bro would react if they did it to each other lol

…oh my god. oh, my god.

You [10:12pm]: come here for a sec

Idiot🙄 [10:12pm]: ???

Your brother walks into your room ten seconds later, wondering why the hell you’d text him in the middle of the night if you weren’t in serious need of help.

“Oh,” you puff out from your cotton abode. “I just didn’t wanna get up.”

“…Wow.” As he turns to leave, you shoot up and stop him,

“Wait! Real quick, you have to do this.”

“Do what.”

He goes to where you beckon him with a grin, sitting on the edge of your bed and looking at your phone. You show him a video of a prank you’ve seen making the rounds, and he immediately laughs in recognition,

“I’ve seen this, yeah. And it’s weird! Why would you just tell me goodnight outta nowhere? The fuck?”

“Y’all are the ones that are weird! It’s just a good night!”

“Nah. That is a red flag if I've ever seen one. Wait, you want me to do it? To who?”

You have someone in mind, but you’re definitely not gonna say his name out loud. “I dunno, you have like a thousand friends. Pick one.”

After a quick laugh, your brother comes to the conclusion on his own. “Nah, wait, it’s gotta be Yoongi. Hold on.”

Excellent. You agree. Perfect scenario.

You get your phone ready to record, already knowing your brother is gonna put on the most ridiculous show known to man, cheeks straining with repressed anticipation.

What’s Yoongi gonna say? How’s he gonna react? Is he even gonna pick up?

The phone rings once.

Then it goes quiet as it’s answered.

“Sup.”

Immediately, your brother folds his lips to keep from laughing, and you have to smack your own mouth shut with a hand. Talk about stage fright. He looks downright embarrassed.

“Hello?”

When your brother’s voice comes out a little forced, you throw your head back and feel a burn down your throat from containing your laughter. “H-hey, Yoong, what’s up.”

“Just finishing things up at the studio. You good?”

"Yeah, man. About to head to bed."

There's a jingle of keys on the line, and your fingers slide up to your eyes then back down again as you watch your normally confident sibling fight to keep himself together.

"...And?"

A high-pitched squeak eeks from your mouth before both you and your brother double over in painful, joyfully painful silent laughter. This is going exactly how you imagined it would, even up to the way your sibling cannot sit anymore and has to result to pacing.

"Nah, that was.. That was it," he strains out in a higher pitch, unable to look at your tear-dotted eyes. "Just wanted to say goodnight, you know? You know how it goes."

The elongated silence on the line is enough to send you straight into your pillowcase. You damn near forget you're recording this whole disaster of a call.

"...Is this a joke?"

Oh, god. Your shoulders hurt as you puff into silk, and you raise your head enough to see your brother's teeth as he laughs,

"What? No! I can't even wish my bro goodnight?"

"No."

"Ah, come on, say it back."

"Pass."

Your cheeks are pulled so taut you don't know when they'll snap back to their regular shape.

Forget perfect, this has crossed the line into priceless. Leave it to your brother to twist his timidness to a place of control in a snap. Now the ball is in Yoongi's hands and you can't wait to see what he does with it.

"Come on, Yoongi,” he chides in a whine, “I'm about to pass out, lemme hear it."

What you expect is for Yoongi to go radio silent again. Or refuse again. The ambient noise on the line is normal, as always.

So both you and your brother are completely thrown speechless when you hear a tender, quiet,

"Good night to you, too."

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Your mouth agape mirrors your brother's stunned expression, and a second passes before both of you completely and utterly lose it.

"Holy shit!"

"What the fuck, Yoong?"

Your laughter must sound so crunchy over the phone, because your laughs combined are so damn loud in response, yours even more so because seeing your older sibling reduced to jelly is making you wheeze.

On the speaker, you can just hear the laughter in Yoongi's voice. And it makes you miss him terribly,

"Of course."

"Damn it, man! You gotta warn me before doing that."

"Don't play games you can't win."

When he throws his head back in laughter, you grin and watch your phone recording him. "I'll remember that."

"Is it just you two?"

"Yeah, she made me do it," your brother blurts, to which you yell in response,

"Wow, snitch!"

Another laugh on the line puffs out, and you let your own out again. This was everything you imagined and more.

When they have their own conversation, you stop your video and keep laughing to yourself, more than satisfied that you initiated the prank. Doesn’t matter that your sibling walks out of the room with even more laughter, closing your door with a soft click.

Yoongi took that like a champ.

You hope your brother will take your dirty little secret just as well.

....

Right.

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3tan slices: mini scenarios inspired by reader asks! series: three tangerines

[kissmeizuku]

"Embarrassed to be your boyfriend." Bakugo x Reader (ANGST + FLUFF)

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You and Katsuki had been in a relationship for over 5 months, and it's been going very well!

Well, until one morning he woke up and said "Yeah, I'm gonna be a complete asshole to Y/N without reasoning."

On that day, you had screamed like a banshee, "KATSSS!!!" like you always do.

You ran up behind him and hugged him tightly, but he, instead of smirking a little and turning around to ruffle your hair and kiss your cheek, decided to grunt in annoyance and shrug you off.

You blinked in confusion. Maybe hurt, maybe shocked, maybe concerned. But mostly confused.

"Did I do something wrong, sweets?" You asked, tilting your head.

He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, his upper lip pushing up a bit to show his sharp left canine tooth. "Jus' leave me alone." He growled out.

You paused there for a moment. Well, maybe he's just stressed from homework... if that's even possible for him. You thought, before ultimately nodding and leaving him alone.

A day after that, you grinned when you saw him leaning against the hallway wall, through the swarms of crowds trying to get to their classes on time. You hugged him tightly and leaned in to kiss his neck, but he just placed a rough hand on your forehead, pushing you back.

You pouted slightly. "You're still mad about something?" You asked.

He nodded, grunting in irritation, turning his head to the side so he didn't have to look at you.

You grumbled something under your breath and turned away, walking away to leave the explosive boy alone... again.

A week. An entire week. You were drowning without him. You were confused, sad, and scared all at the same time. Did you do something wrong? Is he cheating on you? Did he lose feelings? It was horrifying.

You couldn't take it anymore, and you stood up, walking around to hopefully find Katsuki. And there he was, talking to Denki, Kirishima, and Sero.

You gently tapped him on the shoulder, staring up at him with big innocent eyes.

He tensed up feeling your touch, and he growled, snapping. You broke his last straw.

"What the fuck do you want now?!" He yelled, eye twitching.

You froze.

He was yelling.

He always yells.

But never at you.

"...I just wanted to ask som-" He interuppted you.

"God, could you fuck off for once? I'm embarrassed to even be dating you! You're so damn clingy, overly affectionate and touchy. Tch. Pisses me off!"

Denki, Kirishima and Sero watched with wide, blinking eyes, the juice boxes in their hand forgotten and comically, slowly slipping out of their hands while they watched the scene before their eyes.

You swallowed thickly, shrinking into your shoulders, as if trying to make yourself invisible so he'd stop yelling at you (God bless Hagakure).

"I-I'm sorry..." You mumbled out, fidgeting with your fingers, slowly backing away and then leaving.

He snarled, rolling his eyes as he tapped his foot impatiently on the ground.

"Can you believe that extra?" He muttered to the other three, who were still frozen like they just saw All Might commiting a murder to an innocent person.

"Dude..." Sero started, blinking.

"What?"

"Bro..." Denki added.

Katsuki cocked his head to the side.

Kirishima cleared his throat. "That... wasn't very manly of you..." he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"The fuck do you mean?"

Denki stepped forward, frowning a little. "That was a total dick-move. All she wanted was to ask a question."

"And then you yelled at her and called her clingy..." Sero reminded, as if Katsuki forgot it.

Of course he didn't forget it.

He wanted to.

But he couldn't.

And the guilt was eating his insides.

"And?" Katsuki questioned, acting nonchalant.

"Bakubro... She's your girlfriend. You know who you just yelled at, right??" Kirishima said awkwardly.

"Of fuckin' course I know. Why would I yell if I didn't? I said she's being clingy, and I meant it. You would get sick of it too if you were her boyfriend." Katsuki shot back, crossing his arms.

Denki blinked, golden eyes wide. "...I mean, if you don't want her, I'll gladly take her." He offered, shrugging.

Kirishima snickered, and Sero stifled his own laugh with a hand clamped over his mouth.

Katsuki growled. "Fuck off, Pikachu. You wouldn't be able to handle her anyway. She's too clingy and annoying for your own good."

"Naaahh! I can handle her! Me personally, I'd be swooning and tripping on my own shoes if she were being clingy with me." Denki grinned.

"You're already swooning for her when she's doing literally nothing." Sero snickered out.

"Exactly! Just number 396 why I should be dating Y/N and not Bakubro dating her." Denki said boldly, smirking.

"Hey, I have an idea." Kirishima mentioned, grinning with his sharp shark teeth.

"What is it now, shitty hair?" Katsuki replied, his hip tilting to the side. (gay pose I mean what who said that)

"If you're clearly so tired and sick of Y/N... why not let Denki borrow her?" Kirishima suggested smugly. "Because you so very obviously don't want her..."

His brain said "kill all 3 of them right now" immediately at that suggestion. Sharing you? As if you were some trophy? Oh, fuck no.

But did he really want to back down on a challenge?

Also fuck no.

So he reluctantly agreed. "Fine. Whatever. Go ahead. See how long it takes until you get sick of her clinginess."

Denki bounced up and down, grinning. "WAIT, REALLY?! OH, HECK YEAH! THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME! I'll ask her out tomorrow!"

[pinkolve]

Numbers-Spencer Reid ···—–—⚜—–—···

Summary: Spencer and Penelope struggle to find a license plate number, you quickly offer your assistance.

Genre: Fluffy-ish

CW: Fem!Reader, Autistic!Reader, second person point of view, no use of Y/N, swearing because I can't write a single sentence without it...And I think that's it!

Word Count: 613 (Very short drabble that I wrote based on a daydream I had)

A/N: This is sooo short, but I like how it turned out anyhow! I hope you enjoyyyy!

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You sit in a rolling chair behind Spencer and Penelope. They’re leaning closely towards the screens, staring at traffic cam footage.

“This is impossible! I can’t see anything it’s so blurry, how the heck are we supposed to get the license plate?!” Penelope whines, waving her fuzzy pen in the air.

“We could try-”

“What street is it?” You cut in, eyes never leaving your phone. Penelope glances back, eyebrows furrowed. She doesn’t question you, and gives you an answer.

“Route 29.” She says, watching your face. Everyone at the BAU knew you were on a similar level to Spencer, your knowledge just focused on different things. You may not know everything about literature, or languages, or anything medieval, but you knew certain things.

“What kind of car?” You asks again, eyes still trained on a TikTok of a fluffy cat.

“White Toyota Corolla.” Spencer chimes in, looking back at you now too. Their eyes linger on you, waiting for you to say something. You finally look up from your phone when the video is finished, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“You need the license plate number, right?” You ask, eyes darting under your eyelids. Spencer and Penny share a confused glance.

“Yeah.” They both answer. After a couple more seconds your eyes still.

“WWJ-7498.” You call out suddenly, opening your eyes and looking at the two agents. They look at you with wide eyes and open mouths.

“How do we know if she’s right?” Penelope looks at Spencer and whispers.

“For fuck’s sake.” You grumble, jumping up from your chair and walking to the computer. You push past Spencer and type into the keyboard, moving the mouse around before the license plate is zoomed in. You press a few more buttons and the photo unblurs.

“See, WWJ-7498.” You state. They both lunge for the screen, staring with amazement. You huff and sit back in your chair, legs crossing.

“How did you know that?” Spencer asks, looking back at you. You sigh and think of a proper response.

“Well…I didn’t get all the smarty pants benefits of being autistic. I suck at math, I don’t know shit about science or anything remotely important, and my memory is shit. Basically the complete opposite of you.” You smile a little. “The only thing I did get is a remarkable ability to remember numbers, names, and dates.” You pull your phone back up, opening TikTok once more. “I remember at least 70% of the license plate numbers I see.”

“How long can you remember them?” He asks, all his attention focused on you. Penelope sends the plate number to Hotch, but Spencer’s seemed to forget all about it.

“It depends. A majority of the time they stay in my brain for a couple days, but if it’s a combination I really like I can remember for a week or two.”

“What combinations do you like?” Spencer asks, confused.

“I don’t know how to explain it, sometimes I just see a plate and it tickles my brain.” Spencer nods, like he actually understands, and he probably does. You’ve spent so long feeling unseen you forgot it was possible for someone to hear you, really hear **you.

“That happens to me too, with certain poems or paintings…A lot of things actually.” You nod back at him.

“Do you have a favorite painting?” You ask, your phone long forgotten. Spencer’s face lights up and he opens his mouth, already rambling. Unlike most of the team, or plenty of other people Spencer has known in his life, you actually listen.

[faramirsonofgondor]

I also feel like it’s essential to state that while Dick is a weirdo, Bruce is just as much of a weirdo and part of the reason the other batkids are getting upset is because they don’t understand Bruce the way that Dick does.

Bruce, buying the entire batfam ice cream and staring at them expectantly: 😐

Almost everyone: Thanks, B.

Dick, who knows exactly what Bruce wants: *does six front flips followed by two backflips* You’re the best, B.

Bruce: 🙂

Jason, who just revealed he was Red Hood and is having the most dramatic crash out of all time, pointing a gun at Bruce’s head: What the fuck? What are you fucking smiling about?

Bruce, who is just happy that Jason is alive and finally emoting around him: Hn.

Jason: Ok but - but what the fuck does that mean?

Damian, watching Dick stop during patrol to talk to a bunch of different people: Father, will you not put an end to Nightwing’s foolish chatter?

Bruce, externally: Making alliances is an essential way to gain additional information about various operations. You should follow his example more often.

Bruce, internally: My baby is making more friends 😊. If only my other children had friends, they must be so lonely 😔.

Dick, who knows exactly what Bruce is thinking: *gives a thumbs up*

And then while all of this is going on Bruce and Dick are just like completely oblivious to how irritated the rest of the batfam are getting because they both forget that not everyone understands Bruce’s grunts and twitches in his facial expressions. They’re even more annoyed because it’s starting to seem like Bruce really only reacts when Dick is showing his emotions, not anyone else.

Bruce, watching Dick storm off after they had a 20 minute long screaming match where Dick started throwing shit around the cave because of how unreasonable Bruce was being: I hate it when he’s upset.

Tim, who had been subtly insulting Bruce for the past 5 days because he was mad at him, gritting his teeth: Yea, it must suck when your kids are mad at you.

Bruce: I knew you would understand, Tim. You’re so mature and helpful.

Tim, almost growling: Yup, that’s me.

Dick, doing a flip on patrol because he’s happy: Tonight was great!

Bruce, happily: Hn.

Dick: I knew you had fun!

Jason, who got stuck in mud and has been annoyed the entire night: Ok seriously fuck you guys.

Also now I’m just imagining Dick translating Bruce’s grunts for various people as a kid.

Bruce: Hn.

Dick: He said Fuck You, You Dumb Asshole

Oliver, who accidentally stepped on his cape: *surprised pikachu face*

Also Hal just trying to bring up Dick’s weirdness like ONE time and getting completely shut down

Hal, after watching Dick throw a tantrum and almost completely trash the watchtower and bite him after Hal made some lame joke about Dick being a sidekick and his bed time: Ok I feel like maybe this is a bit much and -

Bruce: How dare you try to criticize him after the way you acted. He’s a complete normal child and I will not hear you insult him further.

Hal: But I didn’t even-

Clark, disappointed: I expected better from you, Green Lantern. You are an adult and yet you have acted so immaturely today.

Hal: But he-

Diana: Your words were harsh and unnecessary. You should apologize.

Hal, realizing he’s working with a bunch of super-powered psychos: Um, ok. Sorry.

Then when the JL is making plans to help the rest of the batkids act more ‘normal’ it’s just like:

Clark: And then we show them the videos of his backflips.

Bruce: You don’t think that will be too much?

Diana: No, it would be good to give them an example of how normal children behave.

Hal: Actually, I think -

Everyone: *turns and stares*

Hal, suddenly remembering the incident: I think that’s a wonderful idea!!

ok but give me bruce holding all of the kids to dick’s standard but not as robin, just as a normal kid. like bruce has always been a weird guy even as a kid and while he has a public persona he’s incredibly awkward underneath and does not interact with many people. alfred ‘let me help train my little orphan friend in martial arts and let him loose’ pennyworth is not much better. then they get dick who, by most means, did not have a normal childhood either. his new caretakers do not have any idea what normal children are like. so when dick gets excited and does 10 back flips in a row, they think “ahhh children must do that to show their happiness”. when dick is angry and throws massive hysterical fits where he bites people, destroys shit, and climbs onto chandeliers to sulk, not once do they consider that his reaction may be a bit disproportionate. when dick has depressive episodes where he can’t get out of bed, they think that this must be what other people mean when they talk about teenage hormones. when dick makes friends with almost everyone in the entire universe and then some, they think “well who doesn’t like children?”

but then comes along jason, and jason also did not have the most normal childhood, but it was closer to normal than what dick and bruce had. bruce starts worry that he’s completely fucking up while trying to parent jason, because jason isn’t reacting like dick does. to bruce, jason hardly ever emotes around him. bruce buys him ice cream and the kid doesn’t do a single flip. bruce upsets jason and doesn’t even know it until jason starts ranting about how he’s tired of giving bruce the silent treatment. bruce starts to worry because jason doesn’t have many friends but jason yells at him that he doesn’t need to socialize all the time (bruce considers looking into therapy - surely such little socialization isn’t healthy?) at least jason does flips sometimes as robin, which must mean that it makes him happy, right?

then jason dies and bruce is alone for a long time. tim comes along and bruce is still so stuck in his grief that he’s not really paying attention to tim’s behavior. when he finally manages to get better he realizes that tim doesn’t do ‘normal’ kid things either, but bruce just settles on tim having a weird childhood and being a weirdo in the same way bruce is.

over time his family grows more and more, and yet none of them act like normal kids. bruce starts to get a little concerned - the only besides dick that emoted was damian, when he was angry, and even that went away over time. he tries to nudge them in the right direction time and time again with little anecdotes about dick but it doesn’t seem to work. he’s met with eye rolls and scowls when he talks about how dick used to do flips all the time, when he talks about dick swinging from the chandeliers, when talks about all of dick’s friends, when talks about dick diving off a roof to knee a goon in the face. bruce is just trying to give his children suggestions on how to be normal, dammit!

eventually he brings up his concerns to clark, who makes a considering noise and says “i had that same issue at first. i was waiting for jon to do flips when he got older but he never did. then i realized nobody taught him. now he does them all the time.” because while clark did have a normal childhood, he’s also an alien and did not spend much time with children as an adult (beyond saving them) until dick came along as robin. lois sighs exasperatedly from the background. bruce is incredibly horrified and sad at the thought that he had been waiting forever for children to flip for him and they didn’t know how (mind you, they all definitely know how to flip, he’s seen them all do it at least once). bruce wonders how he can broach the topic without messing up the conversation and decides to enlist the other JL founders for help. diana wants her nephews to be happy, clark was always on board, barry remembers all the weird shit wally did as a kid and doesn’t question it, oliver doesn’t really care, and hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them all that dick is just a weirdo.

Dude the last line fucking killed me “and Hal is too scared of everyone’s wrath to tell them that Dick is just a weirdo” beautiful, wonderful, excellent. Hal always thought Robin/Dick was a fucking weirdo little kid/teenager/adult but could never say it bc somehow everyone loves the kid.

And all the other Batkids feeling like Dick is just an impossible standard to live up to is so accurate. But would Dick even know about it? I feel like they wouldn’t blame Dick necessarily, but he absolutely grates on their nerves after a long lecture from Bruce about how they need to be more like Dick and now Dick is at the manor hanging out acting like nothing is out of the ordinary

[okurrroye]

The wait for percabeth to finally happen is going to be excruciating and I might as well kill myself now because I can’t wait that long

[orions-aether]

just me whenever I eat a new food or something with even a little bit of flavour / variation in texture or also sometimes just when my brain decides that the same plain food I've been eating without issue daily for six months is the most overstimulating and painful thing to ever exist in the history of the universe

I have never felt more seen than I did in "sad, sad fish, sad fish"

[archdevilsupreme]

It is, by far, way too funny to me how I've been confused about Karlach's inventory for god knows how long before realising what's wrong. I was convinced it was the game being bugged since she can carry like 250kg.

Then I realised... she's been carrying around Cazador's corpse all this time. This shit is so funny to me because can you imagine a group of 4 people walking around Baldur's Gate, just casually dragging the corpse of a vampire lord along with them as a sign of dominance (and forgetfulness of said vampire corpse).

Update - beware! There will be fun and fire!

[basileus]

I enjoy time loops and I enjoy regression fiction but there is something so full of love about a character looking at another character stuck in a cycle of suffering and going, "No. This is the last."

[bearyyayay]

SAM TRAPANI ACRYLIC STAND 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️

I made this with laminate paper actually, since I don't have the stuffs to actually made an acrylic for this. But ey it worked :D ( Basically a showcase ) ↓

I AM THE SAM TRAPANI FAN Y'ALL CANT DO NOTHING BOUT IT 🗣️🗣️🗣️

[iholli]

I will never canonize angst in my BlitzRat bc I need them to be the most married couple of all time forever but that doesn't mean I don't lay awake sometimes with the devastating potential of "how RTE's story would be different if Bee had actually killed Blitz in BBM"

[violet-jessop]

if i could stop crying that'd be fuckin sick

[kaurwreck]

It's actually really appropriate that bsd happened to me because I learned about the Sengoku period of Japan from Samurai Warriors. I was moé Oichi in the very first dream in which I exercised volitional control over the dream narrative and environment.

[vavistus]

Fuck man anyway i have more and more of these face to face social situations after which i feel like that was actually my best work fr