#and 2) They did not need me. They would get adopted in a heartbeat

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Northern attitude

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a/n I welcome you to the second part for more Sugar and Ghost. Did I have a right to form attachment to these two in two chapters? No. But here I am. Enjoy.

summary: mission gone bad, feels a little like enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort sort of goodness.

warnings: blood, wounds, needles, death, hospitals, IV's, vomiting, trauma... I think that's all...

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"Keep the chest compressions going", the female voice filled the space that now seemed as buzzing as the actual hospital room. Not that any of them truly had been in the midst of it all. But army hospitals, especially while on the move, could and did get chaotic at times. "You'll need another shot of adrenaline", a calm and collected tone instructed. Gaz looked into Soap's eyes, who has been ramming at your heart for some time now. The two males nodded at one another. "Coming in 3 2 1", Gaz called out as they switched for only a heartbeat or two. Soap's hand left your chest, while Gaz aimed the needle right toward your left shoulder.

Simon felt as if he was in a daze. In one of his nightmares, maybe. Yeah, maybe that's what it was. One of his nightmares where he was aware that he was in his mind traps. Yet he didn't recall what had happened after he started shaking your body. Who pulled you out of his arms? Who pushed him to the side?

"Go back to stimulating the heart, Johnny. Hum, while you're at it", Ghost knew that voice now that his brain had granted him a moment of clarity. Eleanor Price's wife was a medic and a woman not ready to give up on her adoptive daughter. Desperate and ready to do anything. Make the four basic medical knowledge-baring males do everything they can so her baby girl will come back home. Come home, but not in a casket. Simon had no clue who even dialed her number. The phone was used for emergencies only. They were strictly advised not to use it until it was a life-or-death situation. The call had to be directed straight to the base. Eleanor wasn't at the base. But somehow, that made Simon calmer. He was happier that it was her and not some careless idiot in charge.

"You need to start the drip", another desperate order filled the space. "I can't, El,", Price said, running a hand through his face in frustration. "John, for fuck sake, you've done it before. Put it in her hand, the palm; don't go full vein, but do it damit", that was the first time Simon caught onto her voice, quivering. For a split second, her cool doctor mask had slipped, making Price clench his jaw so tight that his voice was barely a groan. "Eleanor", he breathed. "Keep humming, Soap," she barked at the man now responsible for pumping your heart, ignoring her husband. And Soap did. His humming grew louder. I got a pocket—a pocket full of sunshine echoing from the walls, accompanied by his thick Scottish accent—now that he too was under lots of stress.

Gaz ran back into the main room with the pouch full of liquid. "Got it", he said breathlessly. "Good, you see that there are two different colored liquids?", Gaz nodded too overstimulated to realize that Eleanor could not see him. "There is", Price said for him. "Good, bend it. It needs to mix, then start the drip, or so help me, God, I will never forgive you, John".

Maybe not a nightmare. Maybe a bad movie. One Ghost hoped he would forget eventually. He just sat there. While everything buzzed around him. For the very first time, he felt helpless. That was a lie. He had only felt helpless that night. The night when all of the people he loved got slaughtered. The night he was forced to lock the last bits of his humanity away. To promise himself that no one would ever get close to him. He would not make friends. He would never fall in love. But here he was. Your blood was still all over him. Simon's hands were tinted. Permanently tinted. It felt almost like an out-of-body experience. He knew this was happening, but a part of him kept on screaming that this was not real and couldn't be. That fate wouldn't be so cruel. Yes, Ghost wasn't a good man, but selfishly, he was sure that after all that he had been through, his debts had to be paid off by now.

Ghost didn't know why, but his brain took him back to the base. The room you two shared. Did he hate it at first? Yes. But you brought peace. You brought life. His room was bland and colorless. Now, with your posters and books, plants, and fucking throw blankets, it felt like living there was intensional. Like you, and only you had to return there. And that was important to Simon. He cared about it. Cared about you even if his snarling demeanor wouldn't let it show.

There were nights when he would find you passed out with your book in your hands. The hardcover digging into your neck. It was not enough to hurt, but it sure had to be uncomfortable. Simon had stood there for a solid ten minutes, the first time it had happened, just watching your slumbering frame. He turned around and went about his nightly routine. He had gone and laid down in his bed. But only a handful of moments later, he was out, crossing the white line. He had gently pulled the book from your skin, using your pen to mark the page you were on. Pulling the blanket over your shoulders because the base got rather cold at night. He told himself that he couldn't allow a soldier on his team to get sick because manpower was crucial, but deep down, he knew that any other lad could be freezing his balls off for all he cared. It was you. You were the main factor in this equation. There was something even back then that didn't sit well with him when it came to you not being well.

"It's bleeding, Eleanor", John's desperate voice filled Ghost's mind, and it was like his systems had been restarted. His eyes darted toward the table. Onto John's slumped shoulders as he fidgeted with the needle. Simon jumped up. He rounded the table to push John's hand off as he reached for the tape, repositioning the very tip of the needle before securing it in place. "You need to keep it stable", Eleanor's voice rang out. "Simon just did it", John breathed out. The room stilled for a moment. They were running out of things they could do to keep you alive. To keep you with them. Ghost held onto your hand. He hoped that everyone would take it as just him making sure that your skin wasn't puffing up, indicating that the incision was done incorrectly. And none of the men, sweaty and mentally exhausted, would have said anything. But Eleanor did.

"Simon, you're okay, sweetheart?", It was so soft. Too soft. She should be yelling. Simon was responsible for what had happened here. Maybe even more, because he should have ripped all the doors that separated him from you. Should not have followed everyone into the safe house. "She will fight; you know it; you stay strong for her. She needs you", Ghost bit onto his cheeks, feeling the taste of iron filling his mouth. He had met Eleanor a couple of times. The woman was an angel. How John had landed her was beyond him, but she was exactly what you had been for the team. A breath of fresh air. Some days when everyone was off duty, she would ring up everyone, inviting them for a barbecue at her and Price's shared home. "Positive", Ghost breathed out, yanking the wall of steel back up. He couldn't let himself feel it. Not here. Not now.

"Her chest", Soap's two words were enough to shift the focus back to the table. His big eyes looked between the rest of his team and the women on the living room table. "Soap", Eleanor's voice carried both worry and hope. "It's moving, she's...", Johnny's voice died down, only to be overshadowed by Eleanor's once more, "Count her pulse for me; tell me if it's steady enough". No one breathed for a moment, as if afraid to chase it away. As if they inhaled too much oxygen themselves, there would not be enough for you. A minute passed. Two. Three.

"Yeah", Johnny breathed, "It's steady. Weak but... but...", a sob slipped past his lips, followed by a cry from Eleanor. Gaz sank to his knees, his chest heavy, as he tried to catch his breath. John moved past them all, rushing towards the side door. But the distance between him and the room wasn't big enough for the rest of them to not hear him heaving. "Fucking hell, Bonnie, you just took ten years of my life", Soap carefully ran his hand over your leg, his head falling back as the quiet tears continued to flow. "Keep a watch on her for me, boys", Eleanor sniffled from the other side. Simon leaned over. His face pressed into your side as he tried to keep his tears at bay. Not even for a moment letting go of your hand.

That was three weeks ago. They had managed to keep you alive for two days in that house. Two days. Finally, transportation from the base was provided to get all of them out of there. The doctors had told them straight to the face that what they had been doing was God's work. They were the reason you were still breathing. But even under the unfaltering gaze of the base doctors, Ghost still couldn't shake the feeling of you slipping away.

Simon was down in the medical wing every day. Some days, he stood for hours in the corner of the room. Some days, he pulled himself a chair and sat by your side. It was the nights that were the hardest, though. Because now all Ghost saw was you. All he felt was a lack of your presence. If he did manage to slip into a restless sleep, he would be up in no time. Sweaty and panting. He would reach for his hoodie as he moved through the quiet hallways to get to you.

"Debrief starts at five", Soap's head popped into the hospital room. Making Ghost stutter on the last words that he was reading as he slowly lowered one of your books to his lap. Most of his mornings looked the same. Quick shower. Breakfast if he was up for it. Your hospital room. Training. Back to your hospital room. Days when he had to be in meetings or debriefs were the ones he hated the most. That meant he had to be away from you for longer than he was willing. "Copy", he said sternly, eager to at least finish the page he was on. And even more so, hoping that Soap would go away. Simon had nothing against the guy. Out of everyone, he liked Johnny the most. The two had a similar sense of humor, and working together never felt like a never-ending nightmare. Just the Scot talked a lot. At times, it was fun, and Simon's ever-running brain benefited from it. But there were times, like now, when he wished that the man would get the message and go his own way. "Ain't my place to say this, but...", the door cracked open a bit more, "I'm sure that she loves that you're here", Simon was so glad that his back was turned to Soap because he was sure that he would be able to see his face falter. Fingers grinning at the book just a bit tighter. "Copy, Soap, you can go", Ghost's tone was more than unamused. He didn't want to break in front of any of them. The safe house had already been a dead giveaway of how Simon felt when it came to you. And he didn't want anyone to know anything else. "And she...", Soap started once more, but Ghost just lifted his hand up, making all sounds die down. "Copy", Simon said thickly through his teeth. He knew that it was selfish to push everyone away like that. You two were also friends. Close ones at that. Simon knew that Soap loved you. He had a front-row ticket to watch that after the mission went south. But he just couldn't. Couldn't do it now. When the door quietly kicked shut, Simon let out a sigh, his eyes darting towards the clock on the wall. He had to go, even if he didn't want to.

"I'll be back", he muttered softly, placing the book on the little table by your bed. "Will finish reading that book for you later", Ghost reached his hand out, softly running his fingers over your forehead, lingering touches stretching out for longer than they should. "You sleep well, Sugar", he breathed out, leaning in to place a kiss on the side of your head and stilling right beside you as he let himself listen to the sound of your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. And he was pulling away, running a hand through his face before he walked out of the room.

Ghost barely said a word in the debrief. When Kate asked for his input, the man shrugged his shoulders and said, "You read my report; you know my thoughts". Was the upper management getting fed up with him at this point? Most definitely. Yet no one managed to put the lack of everyone's involvement against them. Most of the base had been rather quiet when they wheeled you through the corridors, almost lifeless. And yes, the key thing was not to get emotionally attached. Teammates came and went, but everyone knew just as well how tight everyone in this group was. Or came to realize that with the four men following the doctors in one quick stride.

"Ghost", Price's voice yanked Simon back to the meeting room. An almost empty meeting room at that. "A word alone in my office", the captain said, only waiting for a head nod before walking away. Simon followed suit. He knew there was no other option. "Eleanor said you didn't call her back", John mused, reaching for the lighter as he puffed out smoke. Ghost's face stayed blank as he muttered, "I didn't see the call". That was a lie. He did. And there was more than one. Simon just couldn't pick up. The same way he couldn't watch the way Price's wife had sobbed in her husband's chest when they had just returned. The guilt was too much. The sight of her sobbing only made Simon think that it was over. An hour. Maybe two. And your body will be in the bag. Stored away in the cold room.

"Simon", John snapped his hand in front of Ghost's eyes, making the male blink a couple of times. "Is that all, sir?", his voice was grim. Even Simon was struggling to recognize himself. John frowned, "Don't you sir me, boy", a warning finger was jabbed into Simon's chest. A moment of silence. A deep exhale. "Her vitals are getting better. She will pull through", Price said softly, clapping Ghost's shoulders, but the man simply shook his head and said, "You don't know that". And it's like that's all Price needed to realize where the stem of all of this denial was rooted. "I called the shots there. It's on me, not you", the captain said firmly, that same warning finger now pointing directly at his chest. Neither of them said anything else afterward. They just stood there. Eyes burning into each other.

Price's eyes narrowed for a moment before he muttered, "Do you like her? My, Sug, do you like her?", the question threw Simon off the hilt. He didn't expect it here. Now. It wasn't supposed to be discussed here. Like that. And my Sug... Fucking hell. It was his captain's daughter Simon was falling for. Biological or not, she was still a daughter. And for the first time, did he realize how much shit this could bring you both? Maybe it was one-sided even. But the way you held onto him. Your touch. Simon had never been touched so tenderly in his life. And what's more, for the very first time, he didn't want to pull away. "Because if you play...", Price's tone shifted completely as he spoke his words, and Ghost cut him off quickly, "Positive. I do... I like her". John simply nodded at his words, making Simom mimic his movements. The older male scratched his chin before waving Simon away, and he didn't waste a minute before turning away. He'll deal with the potential consequences later on.

Simon was almost out the door when a voice stopped him. "Simon", Price called out once more, making the soldier turn back, "I expect you to mow my lawn in the summer". A strange, warm sensation filled Simon's chest as he looked at the man in front of him, smiling as he puffed out another cloud of smoke. Ghost lets himself linger for a heartbeat more before he closes the door, heading towards the medical wing once more.

"I also overwatered your succulent", Simon said quietly as he looked out of the window in your room. The rest of the team had slowly turned the little, awfully sterol-looking room into a somewhat comfortable place. Or at least a place that screamed less about the inevitable outcome they all feared the most. A plush blanket. Some of your books. A night lamp in the shape of a duck. That was a gift from Soap. Was it slightly questionable? Yes. But everyone dealt with this in their own way, so if bringing you a light-up duck made Soap happy in some way, so will it be.

"I bought you a new one, but... still felt like you should know", Simon continued. He was doing this a lot. Way too much. Maybe? Ghost wasn't sure what was normal or not at this stage. Yet he couldn't help but feel that you would be sitting there with an eyebrow lifted at the number of words he was sharing. One thing everyone knew was that Ghost didn't speak unless it was necessary. Some called it arrogance. Others said that that was just his cold demeanor. The truth was, no one truly stopped to listen or cared for Simon for most of his life. So he got used to it. But talking to you, at least now, made him feel lighter. Besides the reading he did here, Simon also went over meetings with you. A part of him didn't want you to feel left out. Not that your unconscious body cared, but... if you could hear him. He wanted you to feel involved. Then there were an endless amount of stories about how and who had pissed him off that day.

"I...", Ghost's voice dies down as he turns back to face you. You looked like a doll laid neatly on the sheets. They have moved the IV out today. Nothing more but a heart monitor left running. Eleanor had no doubt been here while he was in the debrief because your hair had been brushed. Simon let out a sigh as he pulled a chair for himself, quickly shrugging off his gloves.

"You know, you caught my attention the moment I saw you", his hand hovered above yours for a moment. He didn't trust himself to touch you. What if he harmed you in some way? What if he triggered a negative reaction? "Fucking hell, did you keep us on your toes", Ghost shook his head, "I took it for granted. I'd do anything to see you striding past the main entrance once again". Simon let his head fall over your stomach. Oddly enough, that was the only time that his head seemed to work these days. Taking a deep breath, Simon let the feeling of your body slowly ground him. You're here. With him. He can hear your heart beating. Your body is no longer cold. You even have some of your color back. He can...

A sudden rustling of the sheets makes every single muscle in Simon's body seize. For a moment, he can't even hear his own heart as he stays as still as he can. One heartbeat. Another. Nothing. Devastation rushes through him. He had gotten so sensitive to the sounds in this room. A gentle hand caresses his scalp, and Simon jerks away.

Blinking rapidly, only to find your half-hooded eyes open. Looking right back at him. "No", Simon muttered, fully convinced that his lack of sleep had finally gotten the best of him. He doesn't move away, but he digs the back of his palm into his eyes. "Simon...", and it's barely a whisper. So weak still, but it's there, and... Simon's shoulders quiver. There's no sound. Not a single hick-up, but you know.

Every single part of your body feels as if it's on fire. The room is dim, but gods, it's still too bright for your sensitive eyes. Yet you can't take your eyes away from the man drowning in his own emotions right next to you. You carefully reach out for him, muscles soar from the lack of movement. Brushing your fingers through his hair. Scratching his scalp. You have no idea how long you've been out, but you've heard him talking. Soothing the anxiety of being trapped in nothing but darkness.

"Si", You breathe out once more, trying to tug at his wrist softly. Wanting nothing more than to see his eyes once again. Simon gives in instantly, the tears soaking his mask. You try to wipe some of them away, but his fingers wrap around your frail wrist. For a second, you are convinced that he will push you away, but he does quite the opposite. With both of his palms, Simon presses your hand into his cheek. Leaning into your touch.

"You died... I held you," he says through heavy breaths, pulling at your heart, "You... the blood". You shake your head slowly. "Look at me", you say softly, coughing slightly. At the feeling of your dry throat, Simon is out of the chair, lifting the water jug to pour you a glass before carefully cradling your head as he helps you take a couple of sips. That's enough to chase some of the big emotions away. Enough to give time for Ghost to pull the iron mask back on, but his eyes still glisten.

"I'm here, aren't I?", you whispered, "That pink rug was too appealing to give up", you joke slightly, and it's enough to make Ghost let out somewhat of a chuckle. "You don't have to die to buy a rug for our room", Simon says, head turning to look at the monitor as if waiting to see something that would still prove to him that this wasn't happening. "You look like shit, LT. Losing sleep over a girl doesn't look good on you", you mutter, and Simon lets out a dry huff. "Because I'm a decent bloke, I won't comment on how you look", you let out a gasp in return, and that nearly sent him flying off his chair because the man is on such high alert that anything rings danger bells in his head now. "I'm okay, just trying to be dramatic with you", you say, squeezing his hand softly, trying to get him to calm down once more. Silence falls. Not an uncomfortable one. One that fully captures the shared amount of words running through both of your minds.

"I heard you, you know? Kind of pissed that you think that Jack deserved to get his heart broken," Simon snorts, running his fingers through his hair. His shoulders droop. All of the adrenaline that's been keeping him upright is finally wearing off. Leaving him feeling heavy and weak. "Should I get the others? Price would...", Ghost breathed, turning to get up, but you grabbed onto his hand quickly. "I just want you right now", you muttered straight away, realizing how dumb and desperate that sounded, "If you don't mind".

Simon scoffed, "Sugar, I sat here for three weeks begging for all the holy things that you would pull through", You bit your lip at his words. You knew that he did. You felt him. Heard him. Smelled him. He had been your lifeline all this time. "If I could, I would pull rank to get myself off duty so I could sit here till you fully recover", Ghost says, rolling his eyes, now doubtful at everyone who has been up his ass for not attending every single meeting. You smile at him weakly, feeling the little bits of your energy slowly giving out. Yet you still muster what's left of it to move your head up so you could run your fingers beneath Simon's eyes, where the darkest tired bags screamed about the lack of sleep he was getting.

"Get in bed," You tap the side next to you softly. You have no idea how you both will fit here, but you can't watch him practically fall asleep by your side. He had already spent way too many nights in that tiny plastic chair. "Shouldn't we at least go on a date first?", Simon jokes, making your cheeks grow crimson, and you're convinced that they are a dead giveaway of how you are feeling. "Oh, fuck you...", you huff, trying to frown, but the smile that tugged at your lips was too strong. "Lay with me, so you could sleep. So we both could sleep", you say once more, not letting go of his hand. With the size of this man, the bed will get crampy. But you didn't care. You needed to feel him close. To just know that he was with you. Fully. As if reading your mind, Simon got up, climbing into the bed from your good side. Making sure your uninjured shoulder was pressed against him.

"Is this okay?", he said after a moment of you two moving around to find a comfortable position for the two of you. "You can wrap your hands around me; you don't have to lay there like a log", you chuckled, tugging at his sleeve and urging him to cling onto you the way you were clinging to him. Ghost chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss your head. Your hand instantly moves up to cradle the side of his masked face. The feeling of the soft material soothing to your senses. "I fucking missed you", Ghost breathed after a moment of silence. Fingers running up and down your back. You slowly peeled your eyes open, fighting the tiredness just for a heartbeat longer. Meeting his soft eyes as looked down at you. "I missed you too, Simon. Been missing you since the moment I saw you", you smiled softly, turning to press a loving kiss on his chest, right over his heart, before you lay your head back, listening to the steady drumming.

[lazycats-stuff]

Jason Todd x male!reader

So, I didn't think that this would have a part 2, but it seems you guys like it so why not. A continuation of this request. @soupasses also asked for part 2 of this, but I didn't see your ask so I didn't answer it here, but I did get your other ask and I will get on it as soon as possible.

(Y/N) sighed as he heard Jason getting into the apartment by the fire escape.

" Oh. Why are you awake? " Jason asked as he removed his mask and jacket.

" I had an another nightmare. "

" Oh. Well, give me a minute to change and then I will join you. "

(Y/N) nodded as he moved to Jason's bed. It always helped him sleep better if it was with someone, usually after a nightmare. Or when he felt scared for Jason.

It all depends on the night. Right now, it was a mix of both. Jason came back in his pajamas, laying down next to (Y/N).

" Jay? "

" Yes? "

(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. He knew that it was nothing to worry about, but he still needed to know.

" Do you think your family will like me? "

Jason laughed at the question.

" Trust me, they will adore you. I told you that when you came to live with me. I just have to make sure that Bruce doesn't adopt you. "

(Y/N) smiled, moving closer to Jason. He laid his head on Jason's chest. Sometimes he just needs to hear Jason's heartbeat. "

" But in all honesty, don't worry. They will like you. Now try to get some sleep. "

" Okay. "

Jason wrapped his arm around (Y/N), making sure that he was warm and comfortable. They can worry about the dinner later.

(Y/N) was going trough his closet, trying to find something. First impressions matter. Nothing... He huffed in frustration.

" What's wrong? " Jason asked, peaking his head in. He was already dressed and ready to go.

" How did you get dressed so quickly? What the hell? "

" I'm not going to meet the president. "

(Y/N) laughed sarcastically. The cheeky bastard.

" Well, I want to make a good impression. "

" Then put on your beige cargo pants and that plain black shirt. Bam. Problem solved. "

(Y/N) sighed. He wishes to have Jason's calm attitude about this. He listened to Jason either way and changed into those clothes. Jason was right, it was a good combination. He put deodorant on and brushed his teeth.

" You are really scared of this dinner? " Jason asked, as he waited for his turn in the bathroom.

" Yes. I'm meeting Bruce Wayne, the most influential man in Gotham. What I am supposed to wear? "

" Something normal. "

(Y/N) chuckled at Jason, making sure to bump Jason in the process. Jason smiled, knowing why he was nervous, but there was really no need. The entire family was excited to meet him. Bruce even offered legal help to Jason, to make the process easier. Jason couldn't thank Bruce enough for that.

" Come on, take your phone and lets go. Shoes, jacket and go. " Jason said, already prepared at the door.

(Y/N) shot him a glare. No need to rush him.

" You look like a puppy, you are not scaring anyone. "

(Y/N) huffed as he took the jacket from Jason. Jason smiled at his little brother. He was so cute when he was pouting.

Jason glanced at his brother once he parked the car in front of the manor. He was nervous as hell. His hands were sweaty and he was biting his lip.

" You there is no need to be nervous. "

" I know Jay. It's just... I don't know. My head is a mess. "

Jason patted his thigh, turning the car off.

" You know, I would never lie to you. They are going to adore you. And you are probably going to be Bruce's favorite. "

(Y/N) snorted at that.

" And if you feel overwhelmed, even if you feel like it's a false alarm. Okay? "

" You got it, Jay. "

Jason nodded, opening the car door. (Y/N) followed, seeing a man waiting for them. He was wearing the suit and (Y/N) had guessed that it was Alfred. He heard a lot about this man.

" Master Jason, always a pleasure to have you back. And this must be master (Y/N). I am Alfred Pennyworth. "

" You don't have to call me master, my name is just enough. "

" I'm afraid that I can't. Come on you two, your brothers are waiting. "

(Y/N) glanced at Jason as Alfred led them inside. What was he getting into? Jason simply smirked in response. (Y/N) decided to ignore the smirk, opting to look at the walls of the manor. To him, it reeked of rich. He knew that Bruce Wayne was filthy rich and it shouldn't surprise him that this is just the reflection of that, but his Crime Alley heart was going nuts. He preferred smaller spaces and not this big.

" The manor is gorgeous. " (Y/N) commented as they were walking towards the dining room.

" You are right about that. " Jason said.

(Y/N) heart started beating faster as he saw the famous Waynes. He was going to go nuts. Jason had to hide a smirk. (Y/N) was so adorable.

" This is master (Y/N), Jason's half brother. "

All of them stood up, ready to introduce themselves to (Y/N). First up was Bruce, who was smiling at the boy, seeing that the boy was slightly nervous. He stepped aside, letting the others get to him.

Damian was the second one, eyeing him up and down. He already saw the shyness and a hint of anxiety? He shook his hand, muttering his name. (Y/N) smiled at him, moving to meet with Tim. Damian glanced at Jason, who simply raised an eyebrow in question. Damian looked away, watching him interact with Tim.

Jason wasn't sure what to think about (Y/N)'s and Tim's interaction. He wasn't sure why... In fact, he was slightly freaked out. It seems that Tim was sleep deprived again too.

And the last one was Dick. The man was far too energetic, even for Jason's standards. He brought (Y/N) into a hug and that's when Jason stepped in. (Y/N) didn't like such contact with people he wasn't familiar with.

" Okay Dick, leave him be. " Jason said, separating the duo.

Jason led (Y/N) to a chair, making (Y/N) sit between him and Tim. Damian and Dick were on the other side of the table and Bruce was on the head.

" So (Y/N), how come you came to live with Jason? " Damian asked. Jason didn't tell them why he brought (Y/N) home. He didn't tell them about Willis.

" (Y/N), you don't have to. "

" It's okay Jay. " (Y/N) said, turning to look at Damian. " Willis tried to kill. I don't want to go into detail, but it wasn't a pretty sight. I called the cops and they took me to Social Services. He came in the middle of the night and the rest is history. "

Damian didn't say anything, simply nodded and Jason could see that Damian was slightly pissed. Oh my. He got protective of him already. Jason hid a smirk behind his hand. In matter of minutes, (Y/N) had won Damian over.

An accomplishment of a lifetime.

" If you don't mind me asking, when is the trial? " Bruce asked. He was going to help them as much as possible.

" In a month. "

" Do you think you will need to testify? " Dick asked, taking a sip of his water.

" I don't know, I hope I don't. "

Dick didn't know what to say. (Y/N) didn't seem like he was touched by the violence and abuse. They continued to chat before Alfred served the food. They ate in silence and afterwards helped Alfred help. It went well. Jason was suspicious. Nothing goes well at any type of meal in this manor. Nothing goes well here at all.

(Y/N) was happy. The food that Alfred cooked was amazing and he was stuffed. And there was still desert to go through. He didn't know how he was going to do this.

" Alfred, you are an amazing cook. " (Y/N) said, huffing.

" Thank you. Would you like to move to the couch? I will bring something more to drink. "

(Y/N) had to take a deep breath as he moved to the couch that was, thankfully, nearby. (Y/N) plopped down onto the couch, leaning on Jason for support.

" And there is still desert to eat. " Jason said to (Y/N).

(Y/N) smacked Jason's arm, clearly not amused by Jason's remark.

The day turned into evening and Jason was happy to see his brother interacting with others. (Y/N) wasn't so shy anymore and he was more open with them. Life was good.

" Okay (Y/N), I think it's time to go. " Jason said, getting up.

" Already? "

" It's been hours. "

" And? " (Y/N) asked, either completely clueless or knowing exactly what he was doing. Jason concluded that it was the latter.

" You can stay the night, " Bruce said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

The other boys voiced their agreement. Jason was outvoted. Democracy at it's finest.

" Okay, we can stay the night. "

(Y/N) and the boys cheered. Jason sat back down, sighing. He was never going to leave. (Y/N) won't allow it. And to think that (Y/N) was afraid that he wouldn't be liked. His brother is a dumbo.

[terraliensvent]

I agree abt the white knighting. u and some anons r quick to criticize the language ppl in terras use but when asked to introspect abt it urself, u refuse cause it’s ur blog ur opinion ur rules. that’s hypocrisy to me. i aint burying my head in the sand like u say, this is a genuine criticism and if u r gonna ignore it then I think that’s petty. all ur being asked is to look back and try to understand where anons r coming from, u call some ppl white knights and meat riders for bringing up valid concerns even if they also agree terras r bad. U don’t just do it on posts where ppl actually are white knighting.

alright lets dissect every recent post i have called whiteknighting

Post 1

“Oh yeah. A villain bc they revoked the right to THEIR OWN WORK... Whatever shall the world do? However shall we survive the fact coy didn't want them using THEIR WORK after going back on a deal”

hey look speaking of whiteknights

youre missing the forest for the trees here, terra staff was completely willing to remove coys assets but they wanted to act like a toddler stomping their foot shouting “NOW NOW NOW” that they broke in to the site and vandalized it. but sure, your immature petty pos idol can do no wrong

what about this is ignoring?

their argument: “coy is not a villain for wanting their art taken down”

my argument: “nobody said that, cal was perfectly fine taking the artwork down, they just said they cant do it in a heartbeat. coy is in the wrong for breaking in to the site and doing it themself with no consideration for how it will affect the species.”

Post 2

“It's so funny how obsessed y'all are with coy and civ... Get over it bro”

wow its almost like… their actions have a direct consequence on the species…whoooaa

Their argument: “why do you guys care about this”

my argument: “because people have put time and effort into this species, cal and his new team are trying to pick up the pieces and have gone a lot further than ever before with coy and civ at the head. coy being a dipshit has a direct affect on how the species will operate, specifically in this situation by taking away all the old pet species which people may have cared about and wanted to make characters out of.”

Post 3

“You mean.... The site THEY MADE? oh noo, how dare they remove their art from the site them and their partner made... Boohoo.... Boo boohoo.... Stan petty Coy”

come in my inbox again with these room temperature iq takes and im blocking you. they barely did shit for the species and you know that, and coy themself admitted they never had anything to do with the site they just wanted to make their dumbass plain white dog adopts to rake in cash while doing no extra work to put the pieces together

repeating: cal and staff were PERFECTLY FINE taking off all of civ and coys assets, however you cant fucking do that with the snap of a finger. i know this must be incredibly difficult for you coy supporters out there but lets TRY to use our brains for a min

their argument: (ignores my counterpoint from Post 1) well THEY made the site initially. i dont care im still gonna stan coy.”

my argument: “oh ok cool, i can see you are not actually willing to engage with the argument and just want to be inflammatory, and i dont feel like dealing with you if you arent going to use critical thinking. (reiterating my point from post 1)

for this post in particular, i would also like to add that in the transferring of species ownership, there are cetrain things that can be assumed to change ownership along with the transfer. (this is not the first time a species has ever been transferred in ownership). for one, the site. obviously thats needed for species functions so it now belongs to cal. another is NPCs, other species when transferred will give the NPCs to relevant staff because they are an integral part of species function. in this specific instance, the pets, since they were never a part of the original agreement they are assumed to move ownership as well. coy can make the argument they want their art taken down, thats perfectly fine, they could even say they want their designs taken down, but again, the problem is that this is not something that can just be done at the drop of a hat. you need to find replacements and create new assets. breaking in to the site and vandalizing it because you wanted to be a bitch baby and have no patience is immature and wrong. the site has changed ownership. you do not have agency over it anymore, you dont get to go in and delete things without asking.

lets compare this to an oc you trade on toyhouse. lets say you own this OC for a year, and you have drawn a good amount of art for it. then you trade it away, boop, gone, not yours anymore. lets say later on you dont want your art featured on that OC’s page. problem is, that art you drew is embedded within the character’s profile code. you have the full right to delete the art, but you cant just break into the OC’s profile code and fuck around with it yourself. you have to ask the new owner to take it down, and they say of course, but youll have to be patient so they can redraw a new asset for the code.

granted, this example falls short in some ways, but you get what im trying to say

anyways, the point is that if youre going to refuse to engage with the argument then im not going to engage with you. i truly do not understand why you guys are ride or die-ing for these shitty posts that have absolutely no substance

[sbizz25]

Chp 2

It has been many years since that incident. Isla has adopted Y/n as a daughter, and they quickly get along since Isla's quirk is Earth just like Y/n's. So Isla could only train Y/n's earth side.

Isla : "Come on Y/n it's time to train! Put on you blind fold!"

Y/n : "Really again Isla"

Isla : "Don't complain! It's part of your training, now Hurry Up!"

Isla wanted Y/n to see from her Pov since she can't see. She taught her how to make sense of it like sensing the vibration through the ground. Around their surroundings giving a mental image of it. Also allowing them to have a 360 version. They could tell how many people were there by their breathing, heartbeat, body heat, etc. Isla uses semi-sense as a daily thing since she is blind. Just like Toph from the Avatar. Isla could tell when they're lying but Y/n can't do that just breathing and body heat.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

( This is around S2 Ep16-19 After the Hero Killer or after they came back to school after training with pro-heros)

Y/n : "Isla have you been checking the mail lately? "

Isla : "Of course I have , why would you think that?!"

Y/n: "SuUre I'm going to check just in case cause we haven't gotten mail in a while." Y/n went downstairs to check the box, and when she opened the box a bunch of papers came flying out of the box. Y/n sighs "God damn it Isla." She grabs all the papers and brings them up the stairs into the apartment. She was looking through the stack of papers and saw a letter from UA. She was furious and kicked open the door of the apartment.

Y/n : "Isla! You lied to Me!".

Isla stands up "Ahh No! I would never lie to you, the Audacity! mph!

Y/n : "Isla you're facing the wall, I'm over here".

Isla : "Ohh!". Turns to Y/n. "what was I saying ohh yea , I never lie!"

Y/n: " Ohh really then what is this then!" shows her the letter.

Isla: "Geez I wonder what is it, Remember I Am Blind !"

Y/n : " Oops, it's a letter from UA"

Isla : " Oh my god you got into UA!"

Y/n: "Yeah but it was weeks ago, I don't know if they would still accept me."

Isla: "Ooff yea". Gets her white cane. "Don't worry sweet heart I'm sure you'll get in , I have my ways". Y/n : "yyay I guess".

Isla: " But double check if your dumb add did actually got in and we will go to UA tomorrow child, cause I'm going to sleep , I need my beauty sleep."

       Time Skip: To UA In The Principal's Office Nezu: " Lady Isla what brings you and your daughter here today?" President Mic, Midnight, and EaserHead were there also in the office.

Isla: "Ahh yes so my lovely daughter Y/n got into UA but you see we just found out yesterday at night".

President Mic: "?? How we sent out those letters to everyone weeks ago!"

Midnight: " Isn't kind of too late for her to join or—"

Nezu: " I mean she did get in but Y/n might be a bit behind".

Isla: " Yes, I could train her at home to make up the missing work, I mean I am a pro hero plus SomeBody Named Aizawa Owes Me a Favor Cause of Last Time—"

Aizawa: " Ok! ok! Deal, Y/n can be here in UA and she will be in my class!" Then whispers to Nezu "Plz Nezu just this once, this bitch is crazy!"

Nezu whispered back to him: "Fine but you're going to be in charge of her if anything happens it's on you". Looks back at Isla. Nezu: " Uhh alright then". Stamps the paper "Y/n is accepted and she will start going to school tomorrow, make sure you have your uniform and Midnight will tell you the rest".

Midnight: "Ok Y/n I'll show you around the school and rules tomorrow".                Time Skip: Morning Time Isla with pots and pans banging together "wakey Wakey Batch, it's time for school you don't want to be late!"

Y/n rises up from her bed "Uhh! fine i'll get up" Isla: " Ok you have 15 mins and the food is ready on the table"                          Skip 15 mins Later Isla: " Y/n! Are you ready ?!" Y/n grabs a waffle and eats it on the way " yea I am".

Isla opens a hole on the ground and they get in and heads towards UA. Isla dropped off Y/n and she went to side to meet up with Midnight to show her around the school.

Midnight: " Alright Y/n down the hall to the right is where Class 1A is"

Y/n: "Okie thanks". Midnight: " Ok I see you later than, they need me somewhere else bye".

Y/n started to head towards Class 1 A. Y/n mind "I really don't want to socialize with humans". She arrived at the door "Alright I guess there's no turning back".

Aizawa : "The written exam is only one element, there's also the practical portion to worry about. Good Luck". Looks where Y/n was standing next to the door. "Also we have a new student, Come on in". Y/n walks inside.

Aizawa: "This is Y/n, she is going to be with us starting today, please try to get along with her. Don't scare her away". Then hands her some paperwork too.

Aizawa: " I'll get going now, Y/n just fine a seat and sit down and do some of the paper work". Y/n walks to a seat between Iida and Uraraka just ignoring the class complaining about Mid Term.

Momo : "This is Wonderful, Yes let's do it!"

All group : "alright right!"

Momo: "Okay then, we can hold a study section at my residence over the weekend"

Mina: "Seriously?! I can't wait to see your fancy digs"

Momo: " Oh! I must call mother and have her prepare the great hall for us to set up; it'll be the perfect spot"

All group : "Great Hall!!??"

Y/n mind " Jesus Christ, how rich is this bitch, I only live in a studio that is broken down with a crazy lady".

Momo: "What kind of tea does everyone like, I'll have her make sure we're stocked"

All group : " That's over killed"

Momo: " In my family blah blah blah we'll of course the new girl will join us right ?!" turns to looks at     Y/n. " Uhh M-me?" pints at herself.

Momo: " Yes! I'll start preparing everything and blah blah".

Y/n goes back going her work and someone near her has been looking at her since she came in. ?? : "She looks very similar like I have seen her before"

Time Skip: Weekend; All The Group Arrived at Momo's House

Denki: "Wow... I knew her family had cash but I didn't know she was this rich!" They ranged the doorbell.

Momo on the speaker : " I've been waiting for you, Everyone please come on in" All of the group sat down on the dinner table

Ojiro: " I couldn't feel anymore out of place right now"

Sero: "Yea me too" Momo comes in with a cart of food. Y/n mind :" yes finally food"

Momo: "Is something wrong"

All Group: "No Everything Is Perfect!"

Study Session Over : Skip Exam Day

Aizawa: " Alright put your pencils down, the last person in each row bring the answer sheets to me"

Mina: "Thanks so much for all your help"

Denki: " I didn't left anything blank at least"

Skip: The Written Exams Were Over it was Time for the Practical Exam Aizawa: "Now then let's begin the last test, it's possible to fail this final if you wanna go camping, then don't make any stupid mistakes"

Jiro: "Why are all the teachers here?!"

Aizawa: " I expect many of you have gathered information and believe you have some idea of what you'll be faced today"

Denki: "We're fighting this big old metal robot!" Mina: "FireWork! S'Mores, Here we come, Camp!"

Nezu : " actually this year's test will be completely different for various reasons" All group : "Principal Nezu?!"

Momo : " You're changing things ??!"

Nezu: " The test now has a new focus, there will be HeroWork, of course, but also teamwork and combat between actual people. So what does that mean for you? Your students will be working together in pairs and your opponent will be one of our esteemed UA teachers. Isn't that!* Fabulous *!"

All group: "We're fighting the teachers !?" Aizawa: "Additionally your partners and opponents have already been chosen etc blah blah and for the last pair is Midnight Vs Sero and Mineta Ohh yea One last thing Y/n you're sitting out this one since you. and late to class. So you just have to take notes for each fight but if you don't You'll fail too"

Mina : "Ahh what ! Lucky Y-n" Hugging her Y/n : " Yea I know "

Time Skip: All battles Are Finished

Y/n reviewing her thoughts. Y/n mind: " Ahh so that's all my classmate's quirks huh, Hmmm what's his name again Ohh yeah Shoto Todoroki, he has 2 quirks like me". She looks over at Todoroki and stares at him. Y/n mind " he looks cute I think I might  like him"

                             To Be Continued

[lennjamin-o7]

🌯🗡️ back just to quickly say with the “I think you might need to be wary of the "accidentally" in that sentence.”

Phil: (maybe) deliberately delays the trip so that when techno comes to the manor, his parents might be mad at him and present an opportunity for him to drive a wedge between them so he can get more trust / use it as a “well they were dicks so really I’m saving you” excuse before adopting tech

Phil: “This will work out perfectly and techno probably won’t even realise what I’ve done until too late!”

Techno: gets scratched on the cheek pretty badly, gets his hair shaved off and then gets locked in his room ignored and alone just to top it all off.

Phil: 👁️👁️

Phil: “I may have miscalculated just a tiny bit. Slightly bigger wedge than I was expecting but I’m used to improvising at this point”

The real magic behind this royal family is the way they’re constantly able to fuck up literally ANY plan Phil has with them. Purely just a “oh you think you’re bad?? Watch this!” And then they just accidentally neglect their son.

The royal family: “We have 2 perfect children. It’s not really our fault when we compare the normal one to them and punish him harshly because if it!”

Phil: “You’ve fucked up a perfectly good sonboy is what you did! Look at him. Now he has self worth issues ON TOP of anxiety!”

That and just:

Phil, finally coming face to face to renegotiate the deal: “You’re not leaving until I get my son.”

The royals: “Don’t you mean daughter??”

Phil: “I know what I said”

Or:

The king and queen: “We want nothing more than to have our children happy and safe which is why we’re going to the queen of fae to negate this deal”

Techno: Would genuinely intimately be happier and safer if he was adopted by Phil and Kristin. He gets to experience everything they deprived him of ON TOP of becoming immortal and having 2 of the most powerful fae in existence willing to go to battle for him in a HEARTBEAT

The king and queen: “No not like that-“

As well as:

The king and queen: “Wow we’re such good parents!”

Phil: Provides a better parenting experience in a single evening than they did in their entire lives of having 3 children

Phil: Steals the one child they never truly appreciated and gives him the best life POSSIBLE to make up for all that he missed and went through

Phil: “And I’d do it again BITCH”

I genuinely just adore the thought of Phil having just CONSTANT beef with them, like it’s not even about the deal anymore he’s just mad at them over their parenting skills. Just doing ANYTHING he can to fuckin upstage them, bro has beef with them down to the BONE with how mad he is.

Phil: Deliberately has Kristin make winter colder just so the king and queen like have problems heating the castle and their kingdom struggles

The king and queen: “Damn it’s fuckin way too cold this year”

Phil: “And that’s what you deserve! I fuckin PRAY you freeze”

Techno: Shivers slightly

Phil: “Oh my baby, my poor sonboy. Do you want some enchanted blankets to keep you warm? What about some Totally Not Magical stew to make you extra toasty?? Maybe even a heating enchantment on that earring???”

Bro will forever be their BIGGEST hater. He wakes up every day and tries spread as many bad vibes onto them as possible. He literally worked out a way to magically make sure both sides of their pillows would be warm. That’s the level of hating he’s been on.

Or that meme with I receive vs you receive:

Phil: “Here’s the deal, I receive a perfect sonboy who I can dote on and adore with my wonderful wife for the rest of forever”

Phil: “You receive me not obliterating your entire bloodline and taking the kid anyway”

The king and queen: “I can’t help but feel this real might be a little bit uneven”

Techno: “Do I get a say in this like at all??”

Phil: “No ❤️”

That 1 sentence just spurred on so much brainrot for me I couldn’t help but share! My brain created like 50 different pathways just to brainrot and come up with more scenarios. I’m like going back and checking for spelling mistakes and I’m literally only just realising now how much I’ve written lmao

As always, have a nice day and I’m sorry if I’ve overwhelmed!

Phil. Maybe not the King of the Fae, but certainly the King of Improv. He is an opportunist. They opportuniest of opportunists. He is 'Yes, and?'ing this adoption.

Techno is just a little guy. A little guy with a big heart. He needs some attention. Some love. That shouldn't be too much to ask. And yet-

And Yet-

Enchanted blankets, you say?

But Yeah, Philza is not happy about the state of the sonboy. He should have been better taken care of. Don't worry. :) He's got this covered :)

Bro, sorry it took me so long to respond. But I adore every SYLLABLE of all of your brainrots. Literally. Never apologize. I am so glad you sent them. <3 <3 <3 <3

[overthinkingfeathers]

One of the local* shelters takes exactly one photo of their incoming pets, and whatever they get, they post. This has led to one of my most favorite kitten photos of all time: 

That face. That tongue. Perfection. 

(*Local as in shows up on Petfinder so, like, in state.) 

[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[i-cant-sing]

hi!! can i request a platonic yandere erasermic with a student reader??

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

Thanks for requesting! I love yandere Erasermic so much 😤😤 👊

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Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

The BEST platonic yandere couple to have!

You're a student at UA, part of class 1A. You're Aizawa's favourite student. You're just so polite and so sweet. Always so eager to learn and try out new things. And even the class would notice his special treatment of you. "You forgot to do your homework? Hmm, alright you can submit it to me tomorrow. Denki you forgot to bring your homework? Go run 5 laps right now."

Hizashi would often hear about you from his husband. You sounded like a good kid. But he really became interested you when you came looking for Aizawa in the staff room, but you found him instead. Hizashi started talking to you, really just rambling about the most random things. He was expecting you to just leave and go look for Aizawa, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started talking to him too, easily carrying the conversation. Your eyes would light up when you were talking to him. And since then, you would always give him your complete, undivided attention whenever you guys spoke, no matter what the topic was. You'd sometimes be rambling, and then suddenly forget what you were talking about. It was just so cute!

Gradually, these two would become obsessed with their favourite student. They'd also become very protective of you. When it was time to choose an internship, Aizawa rejected all offers from different agencies on your behalf, lying to you that you didn't get any offers. And then you'd become so sad, near tears and then Aizawa would offer to train you himself, that he sees potential in you. Of course you'd accept, you'd get to train with Eraserhead, a rare opportunity!

When you'd be training with Aizawa, he'd go easy on you, but he'd still give you great tips on how to improve yourself and control your quirk. You still haven't been able to beat him once though. Since you'd be around Aizawa a lot, you'd also meet his partner, Hizashi, often. And since you would accompany Aizawa on his late night patrols, you'd have dinner (made by Hizashi, who's more than happy to cook for you) with them at their place a lot, and it always ended up with them offering you stay the night, and you sometimes did.

Their obsession love would continue to grow the more you spent time with them. And then one night, the couple would be discussing about expanding their family, and then they both knew it, right then and there. Its you. You'd be the perfect addition to their family, the perfect child! You're so kind, soft spoken. Outgoing yet shy and reserved when meeting new people. But you're just so naive, too innocent for your own good. And they've both seen the ugliness of the world, the worst in the people. They cannot afford to just stand by idly and risk you getting tainted by this filth.

It was decided that night that you had to become a part of their family. They'll make your parents disappear, they have both the money and the skills to do it. Maybe they'll say that your family was taken or killed by some villians, or better yet, they were caught doing something illegal. But don't worry, you can stay with them for as long as you want. When you try to refuse, that you can stay with a relative, they'll tell you that it's for your own safety. They don't want the villians to complete their unfinished business. Plus, they are more than capable of taking care you, and since you didn't want to risk another family member's life, you agreed.

You'll be having the best time of your life. They'll spoil the hell out of you, Hizashi especially. Aizawa does too, but he's just more protective of you.

Hizashi is a great cook! He'd learn to make your favourite dish too. And if you like something from a restaurant, he'll take it as a challenge and try to replicate the dish, or make a better one! At school, all 3 of you would sometimes have lunch together, you always bringing Aizawa's lunchbox along too, since he often forgets it. If you try to cook a dish for them, they'll treat it like its a Michelin star dish!

Aizawa would be the more protective one, always the harder one to convince to let you go out with your friends, especially at night. Hizashi would always convince him in the end, they're gonna follow you anyways so why stop you? Aizawa's a bit possessive too. He doesn't like it when you talk about other pro heroes, you're his little girl, you should be looking upto him. He won't say anything about it though.

Hizashi would love to just talk to you; you guys would often gossip. Oh and you always go to him for any fashion advice. Since he also has long hair that he styles up a lot, he can do your hair too! Just show him a picture of what you want, and he'll style hair exactly like it. Aizawa likes to do your hair too sometimes, but he only knows how to put it in a simple braid.

They're will be a lot fun activities for you to do with them. You can be having karaoke nights with Hizashi, Aizawa watching you guys with just pure adoration in hie eyes. You can play video games with Aizawa, which he is scary good at, especially at Among us. Family game nights are a must!

If you have any other hobbies or passions, you'll have 2 dads, cheering for you. They'll get you the best supplies available. If you win an award, any award, no matter how small, they'll tell you how proud they are and put your achievements either on the fridge or somewhere where everyone can see it.

Of the two, Aizawa would be the to quickly pick up on your mood. He knows when you're lying, when you're sad, or when you've just had a bad day at school. Hizashi would notice too, but it would be Aizawa who would know if you needed some space or if you needed to talk it out; they've always it clear to you that the latter option is always open.

Once they find out whats the reason you're feeling so down, they'll comfort you. You guys would often cuddle on the sofa as a funny movie played on the TV. Once you've gone to bed, they go and eliminate the cause of distress. Oh did you fail a test? Its okay, they'll tutor you personally. Oh did your favourite character die? Cry it out sweetie and let's go buy some of the character's merchandise . Oh did someone confess their feelings to you and you don't know what to do? Don't worry, he's taken care of.

Dating isn't an option. They'll be quick to reject him/her, listing reasons to you exactly why they're not good for you. Of course, nobody deserves their baby. But if you do go against their wishes, and still get an s/o in secret, they'll find about it. If they're thinking about how to separate you guys, and you walk in all heartbroken because your s/o broke up with you, with no persuasion from the couple; on the inside they'll be both glad and mad. Hizashi will be comforting you, cooing sweet nothings in your ear, while Aizawa would be standing with a "I warned you" look on his face at first but then he sees your red, teary face, your lips wobbling, your eyes full of pools of tears, and immediately his stern exterior would melt and he'll gather you in his arms and let you cry into his chest, while his mind will go to "MURDER". You're their sweet girl, their precious little baby. How dare someone play with your feelings like that. Your ex better sleep with one eye open.

If you do somehow find about what really happened to your parents, and you try to run away from them, not only will they have you back in their arms within the hour, they'll take you somewhere countryside. Its always been noisy in the city anyway. They'll try to explain to you, that they really just did all of this to protect you and that it should show how much they love you and care about you. No physical punishment will ever meet you. No, they can't bear the thought of hurting you! They'll use manipulation to control you, and they are master manipulators. They do so much for you, aren't they enough?

Just be happy they still allow you to roam around the countryside, and not had you locked up in your room. School would be off the table for a while, as will any connection to your friends. Its about time they all had a family vacation anyway.

I'd let Erasermic adopt me in a heartbeat, ngl. 👊 Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! Requests are OPEN. :)

[sixeyesgojo]

Dad!Gojo with a teenage daughter

Summary: In which you've grown up a little too much for his liking. Using a female reader.

Characters: Gojo with a teenage daughter

Word count: -

Content warning: mentions of menstruation, blood, reader is injured but nothing descriptive, Gojo Satoru

A/N: requested on AO3.

Oh dear. Gojo knew that raising kids did not fall into the "easy" category, like exorcising special grade curses was to him. At first, it was extremely exhausting, brain-draining even, but as the time went by, he managed to do better, to just manage. Young children were a handful and he knew it from experience - not only was he a teacher of youngsters but he had also been younger once upon a time. Gojo remembered being put on a pedestal in his childhood years since he was the honored one and came from a renowned household. However, nothing ever prepared him for this.

Raising a teenage daughter was a challenge he had to take up on a daily basis. Puberty, the hormones, the fights, the worries about her going out late at night, the helplessness he felt. It wasn't rare for him to consult Shoko in "times of extreme crisis" (as he called them), asking for help and advice.

After hitting puberty, you became more and more distant to him bit by bit and as if that wasn't already enough for the two of you, your mood could change in an instant. Of course, you still loved him the same - he was your dad after all - but it is a known fact that teenagers may feel like their parents wouldn't be able to relate.

-

One day you had started bleeding from down below and frantically called out to your dad to explain your situation. He understood what was happening with your body and he knew this day would eventually come... but experiencing the situation itself and not really being prepared still sent him into panic mode. Yes, he went out to buy some pads, some tampons, whatever you needed at that moment but gosh, you should have seen him at the store: "What size should these be? Is this the right one? There are pads for NIGHTS ONLY?" It was a good thing he was super charming and just charmed his way out, so it was less embarrassing.

He hurried home to give you the necessary items. One thing he didn't expect in that moment was the tears that were streaming from your face, which was contorted in pain, as you opened the bathroom door to accept the items he had bought. Of course he knew cramps were a side effect of menstruation but he was just so perplexed to be able to think straight in that moment. Gojo patiently waited in front of the bathroom door until you came out, repeatedly asking if you needed anything else in the meantime. When you came out, dried tears on your face and just overall being a mess, he gave you a comforting hug and then scooped you up in his big arms and carried you to your bed. "For today, just rest, sweetheart. Your amazing dad will take care of the rest," he had said in a gentle tone. Later on, he even texted Shoko and Mei Mei to ask how to help as a dad, googled all about periods and how to ease the pain.

The very next day, you were wondering where he went when you didn't see him at home - turns out, he headed out early to buy an extra blanket and a hot water bottle just for you, some more pads and/or tampons (in different sizes since he wasn't certain about your flow yet and he was certain that you didn't know yet either), pain relievers and some snacks and sweets. Sweets could never be a wrong choice, could they? At least they always did the trick for him and he remembered that being the case for you too. He read that a lot of women eat chocolate as a sort of comfort food, so of course he also stocked up on chocolate. The look of gratefulness on your face when he finally came home and presented all the things he had gotten for you? He thought he should have taken a picture of your happy face in that moment but little, did he know he was going to be tackled into a hug by his daughter.

"Thank you so so so so so much, you are the best dad," you exclaimed and gave him a big smooch on the cheek. Gojo grinned and replied cheekily, "I mean, I know I am the best dad but it doesn't hurt to hear it once in a while from my little girl!" With him supporting you during times like menstruation, close to nothing could go wrong, even if your mood changed within the blink of an eye. He would spoil you with affection.

-

As human beings, there was no way for the both of you to avoid fights and misunderstandings, so naturally father and daughter ought to disagree sometimes. One time was particularly bad that you even ran away from home. Every ounce of stress was just piling up at that time. On top of that, you were on your period and the mood swings killed you. Ultimately, you couldn't handle it any longer and ran out of the house. Well, let's just say even the strongest jujutsu sorcerer could break out in panic. This state worsened when he got a call from Ijichi - an unregistered curse had manifested and was randomly attacking civilians. His gut gave him a pretty shitty feeling and the white-haired sorcerer just knew something was wrong. He had to hurry. When he arrived at the scene, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you lying weakly at the ground in front of a strong curse. This was enough to trigger his anger and he defeated the evil curse quickly. Hurrying to your side, he cradled your battered form in his arms and checked whether you had any life-threatening injuries - thank heavens, you didn't.

"This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't run away," you sobbed, the argument long forgotten, "I'm so sorry, Dad." "No, shh. Baby, I am sorry for letting it escalate like that. But what matters the most to me right now is your safety, so let's get away from here and we can talk it out when you feel better, yeah?"

Ever since that time, everything has gotten a little easier, especially since your dad helped you create a system you could rely on in order to manage stress and your mood swings.

-

When you hit age 16, oh boy, that was an age he feared. For multiple reasons:

He knew how he had been at 16. Gojo was definitely one of the more popular boys within the female community, despite attending a school with no more than twenty students overall. He had been invited to a lot of parties and who was he to not enjoy himself when he could? Going out almost every night and coming home early in the morning was a given. If he hadn't gone to Jujutsu Tech, his grades would have sucked. In theory, you could also end up like that or even less moderate - he prayed that was not the case. He was lucky enough that you went out moderately and not as often as he used to. The thing is, he was not exactly concerned about your safety. If anyone knew that you could handle grade 2 curses just well at this age, it was him... since he taught you how to defend yourself.

It was the boys he was worried about. Not everybody had good intentions. For sure, he would handle anyone in a heartbeat that tried to touch you with malice. Furthermore, he was overly worried about you getting to know some guy for a fling or even worse: you falling in love and only to get your heart broken. He wouldn't know how to act if the latter ever happened. Rest assured (or not), every guy you ever bring home will be thoroughly scanned by his Six Eyes and his soul. Gojo was sceptical (but wouldn't show it) until proven otherwise.

Once he had gotten comfortable with your guy friends though? Bring them over any day. Sometimes you question whether he didn't just adopt them all in his mind. Still, Gojo getting along with all your friends was something you were very grateful for.

Gojo knew that raising kids was not an easy task, like exorcising special grade curses was to him, but he still wouldn't trade his precious daughter for the world or anything else.

[moonlit-imagines]

Misbehavior (Part 1)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n: tysm anon!!

prompt: anonymous: “Hello Lacey! Hope your doing great! Could I please request a bat family x batsis!reader where the reader is Kind of the middle child (I was thinking older than Damian but younger than Tim) and she’s always forgotten and in the back. Maybe some scenarios can be that no one listens when she talks or they forget to invite her to do stuff. So then one day she acts up in school like maybe punching someone for no good reason because she’s craving attention but instead of Bruce showing up to get her Jason shows up and he sees that she’s actually really sad and starts to question her until she tells him everything and maybe spills some tears and it ends with just Jason comforting her and cheering her up. Just some soft Jason for my soul! Also have a great day and I hope that you feel better and more motivated now after your break! 😘”

part 2

No matter what you did, none of your deeds went unnoticed. Good or bad.

You always heard how Dick was so independent, the one everyone should use as an example.

You always heard how Barbara could do it all, she never failed to impress.

You always heard how Jason was reckless, someone who needed to get his act together.

You always heard how Tim was such a prodigy, he was one of a kind.

You always heard how Steph was so determined, she had such amazing goals.

You always heard that Cass was perfect, they’d never change a thing about her.

You always heard that Duke was so strong, he’d never give up no matter what stood in his way.

You always heard that Damian was dangerous, a kid that needed to be guided.

But what about you? What did they hear about you? Nothing. No one ever spoke of you, they didn’t have the time. It seemed as if you were just unimpressive, there wasn’t one thing that needed to be mentioned. Stuck in the middle of a bunch of bats and birds, no way to stand out in the crowd.

Maybe not in a mask or a cowl, a dress or a suit, behind a computer or among the darkness, but there was one place you couldn’t be ignored...

You sat at your desk, picking at old tape with the tip of your fingernail. The teacher had nothing interesting to say, so what was the point of being here? What made Gotham Academy so special that you just had to attend this place?

The uniform was overkill, the classes went nowhere, the students were too preppy, and you didn’t have a single thing in common with anyone here.

Anger was starting to bubble inside you as you continued your internal self-loathing. Your mind was only focused on the negative, but it was shifting from school back to home.

No one was ever there for you, not even on patrol. You’d called for backup several times on missions and nearly lost it all when you had to go in alone. If it were anyone else, a teammate would have met them in a heartbeat.

Your plans were always overshadowed whenever you tried to set up a mission or even just a day off. You wanted cookies? Too bad, Tim wants brownies. You wanted to watch a movie? Too bad, everyone chose a TV show. It was the little things that irked you the most. Half the time, you never even got the memo.

And what about when you all come back from patrol with all sorts of injuries and Alfred comes to patch you up? Well, not you. He’ll run to check on cuts and scrapes. Meanwhile, you had a broken wrist and a black eye.

You’d finally run out of things to pick at around your desk which resorted in you tapping instead. There was a brief bit of zoning out as you remembered the time that Damian’s plan for evading Killer Croc’s attack was to push you in the way. Or the time that Jason hid his guns in your bed for reasons he didn’t care to explain. Or when Dick drank the last of the milk and didn’t tell you until after you poured your cereal. Or when Tim told you that you weren’t fit for the mission he had been planning. Or when Bruce blatantly ignored the story you told out of pure excitement, giving you nothing but a “sounds like you had fun.”

While you were in a horrible daze, you felt a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of it faster than the Barry Allen. Without even evaluating the situation, your reflexes caused you to turn and twist your classmates arm backwards as he screamed.

“Hey! Stop, ow, that hurts! Stop! Stop it!” You processed his words too late and knew exactly what was coming next.

“Y/N L/N!” You teacher shouted as you drew your hand back. “Dean’s office. Right now.” Her sharp voice sent a chill down your spine, not even the Joker could do that. You’d be able to explain the situation pretty easily, you just didn’t want to make it worse. But there was one ankle that sent you off the edge. Another student tripped you on your way through the aisles, and that student caught a fist to the face. The audience gasped and shouting from your teacher ensued, but you didn’t listen, you’d take the punishment at this point. So you walked right out and headed for the dean’s office without so much as a hall pass.

“Mx. l/n? What’s this about?” Dean Williams was surprised to say the least, you’d never been sent in for discipline before. Was there a certain way to do this?

“Well, I zoned out and some kid behind me grabbed my shoulder, I accidentally twisted his arm.” You retold your story, the abridged version. “But on my way out I punched a kid in the face because he tripped me. That one’s on me.”

“...Well,” the dean frowned at his obligations, but had to go through with some kind of punishment, “I’m going to have to suspend you for physical contact with a student. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.” You shrugged and slouched back in your chair, giving up on any hope of talking your way out of this. It might as well just happen. You listened to the clicking of the buttons on the dean’s phone as he typed in the Wayne Manor phone number, obviously reaching Alfred almost immediately.

“Wayne Manor.” You eard his faint voice through the speaker.

“Hello, this is Dean Williams from Gotham Academy, may I speak to Mr. Wayne? I have his child in my office.” Your dean explained over the phone, peeking back at your for a split second. You were completely unbothered, it was baffling.

“Is it Damian?” You heard him ask, causing an involuntary eye roll.

“Y/N, actually.” There was a long pause before someone else picked up the phone. “Mr. Wayne, this is Dean Williams at Gotham Academy. I have y/n sitting across from me right now, they seemed to have gotten themself into a physical altercation with two separate students, I have no choice but to suspend them.” You heard a deep sigh over the phone, then the handheld piece was handed to you.

“Bruce?” You asked.

“Really? Fighting at school?” He sounded unimpressed. Nothing new, even when you do something new.

“Something like that. Whoops.” He hung up on you right after that, so you handed the phone back and told your dean, “Guess they’ll get me soon.”

“You call your father by his first name?” Dean Williams had nosily questioned.

“I’m adopted.” He obviously didn’t know you as well as your more troublesome sibling, it was time he just minded his business.

After a good thirty minutes of silent waiting while listening to keyboard clacking and papers flipping by the front desk, the office door opened, and to your surprise, it was one of your brothers.

“I’m here for y/n.” He mumbled, signing the piece of paper and showing his ID.

“Alright, Mr. Harper, I just have to check some paperwork really quick...” The receptionist went into your file and checked for your emergency contacts. “You’re all set. Now, y/n has been suspended for two weeks. I suggest you get to the bottom of their little ‘outburst’ before they’re able to come back to school.” It actually pissed Jason off to hear her say that.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His sarcasm wasn’t subtle. “Come on, kid.” Your brother gripped your arm and led you out of the office, noticing your bitter expression that he couldn’t even rationalize. Was that normal? “So what happened. Bruce just told me to come get you.”

“Of course he did.” You rolled your eyes on the brink of tears, he didn’t even come to get you himself. Jason opened the car door for you and nudged you inside, slamming it once you were clear.

“You better have a good reason,” he warned as he started the engine, “I was in the middle of a poker game.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘cause I’m such an inconvenience.” You were starting to remind him of himself. That was never a good thing.

“Okay, my bad. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jason began speeding down the block, you’d never once seen him obey a speed limit. You’d think someone with a fake ID and a death certificate would want to avoid any run-ins with the cops, but Gotham was just one of those cities.

“Yeah, right.” You reached for the radio knobs and felt Jason’s hand wrap around your wrist.

“No music until you explain yourself.” You fell back into your seat to pout, muttering some curses under your breath. “I won’t tell Bruce or anyone. I swear.”

“I just zoned out. Reflexes.” You bluntly replied.

“What?” He still didn’t have any context to go off of.

“I twisted someone’s arm backwards. Honest mistake.” Jason knew there was more to this story. “But on my way out of the classroom, I punched this kid who tried to trip me. That was on him.”

“As much as I condone payback, you can’t do that at school.” He sighed. “You’ve never been sent home before. That I know of. So why now?”

“Yeah, you know, maybe that’s the issue? You couldn’t tell me if I’ve ever gotten in trouble before. None of you could. You couldn’t tell me a definitive thing about me. When’s my birthday, Jason?” He was at a loss for words. “That’s what I thought.”

“So this was all for attention?” Jason asked. “There’s a hell of a lot of better ways to go about that.”

“Tried them all, this one barely even worked.” You replied with a crack in your voice. “How come none of you care about me? Why am I always looked over? I’m just like the rest of you. I put on that stupid suit every night and kick ass, I get my job done, I get good grades, I’m resourceful, I’m special—” You’d let that last one slip in your rant to your older brother, it shocked him so bad he stopped the car.

“I know what you mean.” Jason stared straight ahead at the empty road. “I felt the same way when I came back. After everyone was used to me being back, it was like nothing ever happened. Bruce just went back to calling me careless, irresponsible.”

“At least you get noticed, Jason. Your identifiable.” You turned to him with a pained look and he risked his confidence to look you in the eye. Once he did, he couldn’t look away. It hurt him to see someone so familiar to himself have tears running down their face because they felt forgotten. No kid should ever have to feel like that. That was why Bruce took him in. That was how Jason became Robin.

“Fuck this.” Jason hit the gas and turned the car around. “We’re getting ice cream. Do you like ice cream? That’s a serious question.”

“I...I guess.” You were somewhat confused by his sudden literal change in direction.

“Good. You’re my kid for today, all my attention goes to you. I’m sure Bruce won’t notice if you’re gone for a few hours.” Jason’s jaw dropped at his last comment. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you’re right and you should say it.”

taglist: @thatwaspossession // @ravenmoore14 // @thisetaernallove // @kinoko-kai //

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Affection HCs

Told ya it would be a spoiler. But tytyy You’re all lovely people and ty for the continued support 💕Hopefully tumblr doesn’t eat this one so I can stop double posting. I pray everyday that this will get him home assuming Childe doesn’t eat all my primogems. 

1.1 is coming and I’m not ready. Plus the 6th fatui harbinger looks so pretty??? Side note, I’ve been listening to Maria Z – More and I’ve never related more to a song out of context than right now aha. 

[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first. 

@hanniejji​​  @mikeysbike​​ @unionwitch​

Semi Part 1: Friendship

Semi Part 2: Falling in Love

Semi Part 3: Cuddles

Semi Part 4: Protective

Semi Part 6: Jealously

Semi Part 7: First Kiss

Semi Part 8: Opposites Attract

Semi Part 9:  String of Fate [Soulmate] HCs

Semi Part 10:  [ Fainting ]

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Xiao: Affection HCs

When you both finally got together and you wanted to surprise him with a back hug, he almost threw you over his shoulder. Luckily, he caught himself so you didn’t end up with a sore back or go flying off the railing. He would definitely catch you but Xiao might never be able to look at you again if he did. Even though Xiao has been alive for a long time, he doesn’t necessarily get the opportunity to share or receive affection. 

He doesn’t truly mind if you’re affectionate even if it does make him a bit stiff. He’ll ask that you take your affection slowly and preferably give him a small warning or sign. When you go in for a hug he might fumble with his hands slightly before awkwardly resting them on your back. It’s a slow and steady process in the beginning but it’s worth it. 

While Xiao has a reputation to keep, he’s thankful that you’re fine with initiating affection. He’s not good at hugs or holding your hand plus it makes him feel a bit shy to ask permission to do so. So the fact that you’re so comfortable in doing these loving acts with him makes him feel happy. He doesn’t like to admit he’s a bit touch starved but it’s only when you’re away on trips that he really feels that inch in his chest. 

Sometimes it can be a bit too much for him so he might push you away, just for a bit. You’re overflowing affection might be a bit too overwhelming for him to handle that he need’s a couple minutes to calm his heartbeat down and accept that yes, this is reality and he’s not alone anymore. 

Overtime he’ll slowly adopt your caring nature but to an extent. He’s lived relativity in solitude and while he is touched starved, he does like his personal space. He won’t suddenly start swinging you around or wax poetry together, but you’ll both find a balance in timing and Xiao’s comfort levels which he appreciates more than he’s able to say. 

Xiao’s love language isn’t with words so whenever you compliment him or tell him you care about his wellbeing so sincerely, he might freeze up. He’ll either fumble with his words but more often then not, he silently nod and accept your words. Don’t take it too much to heart, he just doesn’t know how to handle praise from someone he cares a lot about. 

It’s a bit of a give and receive deal with him. If you do something for him, like make almond tofu, he’ll hold your hand or let you coddle him while he eats. He’s never been in a relationship before so these things and cues aren’t natural for him. If you’re too shy to ask for affection this is a way to convey your feelings.    

If he ever get’s jealous he’ll be a bit more forward. He might take a page out of your book and wrap his arms around you from behind to direct your attention somewhere else. However, if you get hurt that’s when his protective switch flips on. He won’t immediately jump on you but he’s softer and always has a hand on you, be it your back or wrist. Anywhere where he can feel a heartbeat. 

Whenever he’s feeling a bit lonely or just want’s to feel comfort, he’ll slowly inch his hand next to yours and slowly lace your fingertips together. You’ll look at him curiously as you study his features. Looking for cues that only you would recognize as you slowly curl your fingers around his until your palm meets his. When he doesn’t react, you grin and hum happily as he huffs a bit looking away. 

If you’ve been gone from the inn for a while he might humour a welcome back hug but it’s nothing too grand. While you’re squeezing the metaphorical life out of him he’ll calmly rest his hands on your waist and welcome you back. 

It’s always amusing to Verr whenever she manages to catch a glimpse of you and Xiao. When you have to leave the inn to go on another journey Xiao will give you a quick goodbye hug and parting words. Xiao’s arms are gentle around you while yours squeeze around him to try and commit to memory his warmth. 

“Try not to be too hard on the hilichurls,” you quietly laugh into his shoulder as he huffs before placing his head on top of yours, closing his eyes. 

“It’s an adepti’s responsibility to make sure Liyue is safe,” he mutters into your hair as you laugh at his response. 

“Mhm, of course! You can be honest with me you know. I promise I won’t tell anyone,”  you say fondly even if there is a hint of amusement lacing your words. You already know the underlining words he want’s to say but you can’t help but poke a bit of fun at him. 

She can’t hear what Xiao say’s but judging from your flustered look she can take a couple guesses. He gently tilts your chin up and places a small kiss on your forehead as your face flushes even more before you stutter and push him away to hide your embarrassment. She turns away and continues back on her work as she hears you say a final goodbye to Xiao as you climb down the stairs. She waves goodbye back at you when you pass her and wishes you luck on wherever the wind takes you. 

“Heading out Xiao?” she asks as she peer’s up to the roof to see Xiao standing on the railing, spear in hand. He’s lost the softness in his features now even though it’s only been a couple seconds since you left. 

He gives her a quick glance before nodding, slipping his mask on, and jumping off. She sighs a bit under her breath when the adepti is out of sight. If he acted like that normally he would be a rather popular adepti, but at least she knows that what he says and feels for you are genuine. Though, as she muses sorting papers, she can at least say she’s seen the aloof yaksha smile.  

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Fresh Bruises (Josh Lyman x Reader) Part 6

“Ok, now the republicans will want us to give in on this reform bill, but you see I don’t think they understand how absolutely stubborn I am.” Josh said pencil in his mouth as he sat in his usual spot, one hand gripping his notebook the other holding Y/N’s. “You know, I could get into a lot of trouble for telling you all of this. This is top secret government material here, there could be secret service agents here in a second ready to whisk me away.” He laughed as he took the pencil out of his mouth, setting down the notebook next to the bed. “And you would laugh, I know you would. You would say “Josh, you did this to yourself you know, you really shouldn’t go around sharing top secret information with unconscious girls.’” His smile quickly faded as he pulled his chair even closer to Y/N’s bed. “Baby, you gotta wake up ok.” He said his voice cracking. “The doctors are getting really worried, they keep telling me if you stay asleep any longer that there is a chance you might not wake up. I told them that when you do wake up you are going to be quite upset that they gave up on you so easily.” He laughed sadly. “But don’t you worry darling, I’m not giving up on you, not now not ever. If you could wake up sooner rather than later that would be great too, I don’t know how much longer the hospital staff is going to be able to put up with me screaming over my phone.” 

Josh’s attentioned switched to the heart monitor that kept the room from being plunged into total silence. Some nights he was grateful for the noise, it kept him from going crazy listening only to his thoughts. But other times, it was a haunting reminder that at any moment, it could stop. And if it did his world would come crashing down around him. Just thinking about it made him start to cry and he quickly wiped the tears away. 

“You know what I was thinking about, we never talked about kids. I mean we have talked about it in passing, but we have never really talked about if we want kids. I know that you work with a lot of kids at your job and you always talk about wishing you could just take care of them or adopt them, but what are your thoughts about us having children. I’ve never really thought about it, of course I’ve never really been in a relationship with someone who I could see myself spending the rest of my life with, let alone having children with. But with you Y/N, I want whatever you want. If you want to get married, let’s get married, if you want children, lets have kids. I do really love the idea of having little Y/N’s running around.” 

Josh smiled as he pulled Y/N’s hand up to his mouth kissing it softly. 

“God, if we had a girl with your eyes, I wouldn’t get anything done, I would be at her beck and call, she would have me wrapped around her finger for sure. And I don’t know if I could handle a boy who was like me. I think that would be…” 

“An absolute handful.” A voice said and Y/N turned around to see Dr. Bartlett. 

“Dr. Bartlett,” Josh smiled wiping the tears out of his eyes. 

“How are you holding up sweetheart.” She said as she hugged him tightly. 

“I’m ok, I think the hospital staff probably hates me by now.” Josh laughed. 

“Have you been sleeping here all this time?” 

“I couldn’t leave her Abby I just…” He said his voice cracking hard as he tried to keep himself composed. 

Abby quickly grabbed Josh’s hand squeezing it tightly. “I understand Josh.” 

The two made their way over to the side of Y/N’s bed as Abby sat down on the bed grabbing Y/N’s hand. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t woken up just to tell Josh to stop talking your ear off.” Abby smiled as she turned back to Josh who laughed. 

“She’s used to me talking nonstop.” Josh smiled as he stood at the foot of the bed. “She always would listen no matter how long I droned on.” 

“You two are quite a beautiful couple, you know that.” 

Josh looked down at his feet tears in his eyes once again. “Have you talked to the doctors?” 

Abby sighed as she looked at Y/N brushing some hair out of her forehead. 

“Yes, and I fully disagree with them.” 

“What?” 

“I know Y/N personally, and she is not just going to give up. She is a fighter. Y/N is not going to leave you, she loves you far too much for that.” Abby made her way over to Josh once again as she grabbed his shoulders. “But she would also hate that you have put your entire life on hold for her and you know that Josh.” 

“I know.” 

“So, here is what we are going to do. You can spend tonight here at the hospital, sleeping on the couch, because if I see you sleeping in that chair one more time Joshua I will drag you out of here.” Abby laughed. “And then tomorrow, you are going to head back to your apartment, you are going to get dressed for work, and then you are going to go to work Josh.” 

“But…” 

“No buts, when she wakes up the hospital staff will call you, you will be the first to know. I know its hard, but you cannot keep doing this, it isn’t healthy, plus the West Wing is falling apart with you there.” 

Josh smiled as he nodded. He knew she was right, plus his back was hating him for having slept in a chair for two weeks. 

“Thank you Abby.” 

“Of course sweetheart. Now get some rest its late. And I will see you tomorrow at the White House.” Abby gave him one final hug before she left the room. 

Josh sighed as he picked up his files from the floor next to the bed and he made his way over to the couch stretching out. He flexed his hand feeling strange not being next to Y/N holding her hand. It wasn’t long before Josh had fallen asleep the files splayed out across his chest. 

“Josh.” A voice called but the young man didn’t stir. “Josh.” It called once more. 

Josh groaned, tossing a bit in his sleep. He recognized the voice, but it was one he hadn’t heard in a long time. 

“Josh,” It called to him again. “She is awake. Y/N is awake.” 

“Joanie!” Josh called as he sat up looking around the room. It was just as empty as it was when he fell asleep. “Great, so I’m going crazy, now I’m hearing my dead sisters voice.” Josh thought as he looked over at Y/N, she still lay unmoving, her eyes closed. Josh sighed as he stood up stretching before he made his way over to the chair again. 

He grabbed her hand pulling it up to his lips. “But God, I wish she had been right.” He said tears in his eyes. He laid his head down on the bed keeping her hand on his face as he cried. 

It was at that moment he felt her fingers move. He laid there for a moment, not breathing, seeing if they would move again or if he had just imagined it. But when they did he bolted upright looking at her face, watching as her face scrunched up as she closed her eyes tightly before she slowly blinked them open. 

“Y/N, oh my god.” Josh sobbed as he leaned forward kissing her forehead over and over again. Looking up to the sky he thanked his sister. 

Y/N looked at Josh confused as she set her hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch letting out a sob. “I love you I love you so much.” He just kept repeating over and over. 

It wasn’t long before the nurses came rushing in, a look of surprise on their faces. They quickly checked on Y/N, taking the tube out of her mouth and giving her fresh bandages on her healing wound. The minute they were out of the room, Josh was back at Y/N’s side holding onto her hand tightly. 

“I knew you would wake up, I knew it, the doctors they thought that you weren’t going to wake up, but I kept telling them that you would. I told them you were far to stubborn to go that easy, plus Abby said that you wouldn’t leave me and…” Josh rambled as Y/N laid her fingers over his mouth smiling as she tried to quiet him. 

“You need to shave.” Y/N said hoarsely and Josh laughed tears still streaming down his face. 

“Baby, I missed you, I missed you so much.” He sobbed. She quickly put her hand on his back trying to pull him forward. He complied as he carefully moved towards her. Grabbing onto his collar she pulled him into her for a gentle kiss and as they broke apart Josh rested his head on hers. 

“I’m so sorry I should have…” Josh started but Y/N quickly placed her hands on either side of his face. 

“No,” She spat as loudly as she could. “Don’t you dare blame yourself Joshua. I’m here baby. I’m ok, we are ok. That’s all that matters.” And she pulled him into her once again enveloping him in a hug.  “I told you, you won’t ever lose me.” 

She shifted in the bed so that there was enough room for two and Josh laid with her holding onto her as tightly as he felt he could without hurting her. Y/N rested her head on Josh’s chest. Almost instantly Josh felt asleep, the exhaustion he had been trying to keep at bay for the last 2 weeks hit him at once, and he slept. 

Y/N smiled as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat knowing that she was safe.

Would you guys like to see more continuations of this story. The rest of the West Wing finding out Y/N woke up? The aftermath of the attack? Y/N and Josh discussing having a family? Let me know if you want more. 

[glassbxttless]

Part 2/?

Adam Sackler x Reader

Word Count: 1,048

Warnings: pregnancy, unwanted pregnancy implications, sonogram/ultrasounds, talks of abortion, talks of adoption

The moments you spend cooped up in your apartment, avoiding interaction with Adam at all times, feels like it’s costing you your sanity. You’ve cried all the tears you can cry and you’ve been ignoring the problem for as long as you possibly can. And you’re curled up on the couch when you hear a knock on your door. “Come on, kid. We’ve got your appointment.”

Neither of you are even sure what to do at this point. You sigh deeply, the nausea racking your body settles momentarily as you sit up. You make your way over to the door, sweatpants, baggy shirt, slippers, and fuzzy hole riddled robe covering your body as you open it. Adam looks you over quietly, sighing as it really hits him how this situation is affecting you. “I don’t have an appointment.” Your voice is soft and groggy, laced with either annoyance, sleep, or pain. Adam can’t tell.

“I made you one.” He says quietly. “We need to see what’s going on… so we can decide what to do.” He sighs, running one hand through the raven hair that’s settling just above his shoulders. “We can’t just keep… ignoring it. We only have so much time…”

“I know.” You pinch the bridge of your nose and take a deep breath. “Let me get dressed… come in.” You mumble, walking away from the door as Adam steps in, closing it behind him. He waits while he watches you track back and forth in your bedroom through the open door. If he would’ve pulled out— or maybe noticed the hole— you both wouldn’t be in this situation. He’s internally punching himself, wishing he wouldn’t have put either of you in this situation.

And you take the train together, trying to string along something to say to one another. You want to cower, hide away, leave New York and never think about coming back. Maybe Adam would be better off. You were friends, just friends that let things go too far too many times, this was bound to happen. You were bound to make a fool of yourself. And you did, you got pregnant and neither of you wanted this.

You think about your options on the train. You could choose abortion, scrape the money up and just get rid of the problem before it even becomes a problem. But that doesn’t seem like a practical expense either of you could afford right now. You could plan for adoption, find a nice family and say your goodbyes. Never get attached to this baby. Never have to think about them again. Your body will change, sure, but it’s something you may be able to live with. You couldn’t keep it, that option just wasn’t feasible for either of you at this point in your lives.

Adam sits with you in the waiting room, just as nervous as you are. Unsure of just what you’re wanting to do. You had the final decision, it’s your body after all. He just happened to dump a load into you at 2am after way too much Thai food and shitty talk shows. You two clearly couldn’t raise a baby. Not with the way you’re going right now. When you’re called back, Adam isn’t sure you want him to go to the room with you until you grab his hand and dare him to let go. You’re in this together now. He’s your neighbor, he’s your friend, he’s the man that knocked you up.

And all of the questions being thrown at you are overwhelming. And maybe Adam knows you better than you know yourself. The nurse asks when your last menstrual cycle was and you really can’t remember if this was the first one you missed. Did you miss August too? And Adam steps into the conversation, giving your hand a squeeze, “August.” He mumbles. He knows on your period you leave the basket on the counter instead of under the sink— and that you take the bathroom trash out daily. And he remembers you doing that in August.

And you’re told it may be a little early to hear a heartbeat, depending on when you ovulated. But they’ll try anyway. And you both get the shock of your life, listening to the little thuds fill the room. Adam brushes his thumb along the back of your hand as you listen. Things don’t feel completely comfortable. It’s too hot. It’s hard to breathe. And you want it to stop. You want to escape before they bring out the sonogram machine. But Adam’s holding your hand and you’re trying to calm yourself down.

He ignores the sight of the small sac on the screen for a while. The tech is explaining things to you when Adam finally takes a glimpse. And he doesn’t feel anything towards this little thing at first glance. He feels nothing. No love, no hate, complete detachment. He’s already struggling with the feelings he has for you, how to keep them quiet, because this was just sex. It wasn’t anything more than that. And he was stupid enough to catch feelings for you. You wouldn’t have been that stupid. But when he feels your hand squeeze around his as you’re handed the printed ultrasound photos— his heart about skips in his chest. There’s no use in pretending you could be a family. That you could do this, because the reality that threatens to ruin the fantasy just pushes to the forefront.

And he drops you off at your apartment, shifting his weight back and forth as you both look at one another. “You okay?” He asks softly.

“Yeah. You?”

He rubs over his eyes and down to his chin, sighing heavily. “Six weeks then.” He says softly. You nod in agreement.

“That’s what she said.” You respond, rubbing your arms, wanting to store those photos away and never look at them again.

“We should make a decision then, kid.” He says quietly.

“Can we talk about this later?” You ask, leaning back against your front door.

“Yeah, have a good night.” He says softly, watching you turn your back and disappear into the confines of your apartment. He sighs heavily, shoulders dropping with what feels like the weight of the world. What is he going to do?

Part One | Part Two

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(Part 3 of 3)

In celebration of the new year, I've made this prompt list made up of all my favorite prompts I've posted over 2021! I hope you all enjoy this list, and I hope it brings you some inspiration!

I'll see you all in 2022!

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day. Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

Prompts:

Prompt #241: “Please… Please, don’t tell them,” “Tell us what?” “… “ “… “ “Tell us what!?!” - Prompt #243: “Now, look what you’ve done; you’ve scared the poor thing to death,” - Prompt #244: “Oh, lover boy,” - Prompt #245: “You know this could just be another runaw-” “Don’t.” “… “ “Just don’t; you know just as well as I do that this isn’t a runaway,” - Prompt #249: “Let me look at your hands,” “What?” “Let me look at your hands; I need to see if they’re the right size,” - Prompt #250: “I’m picking up a negative viiiiiiiiibe,” - Prompt #251: “How could you do this to your own flesh and blood?” “I’m adopted remember?” - Prompt #253: “I want back every single bit of life I wasted with you,” - Prompt #255: “I want to go home,” “I’m… I’m sorry, but I’m afraid for the foreseeable future that’s impossible,” - Prompt #260: “You know, when I was your age, I loved having my hair brushed,” “…” “Would you like it if I brushed yours?“ “… Yes, please,” - Prompt #263: “I might be introverted, but these hands are extroverted!“ - Prompt #265: “Remember, be safe and go for the eyes,” - Prompt #266: “Are… Are you going back with them because of me, because I’m holding you back?” "What!? Of course, not! Whoever told you such a thing?” - Prompt #268: “You said it yourself; I’m your kid, I’m your baby,” - Prompt #270: “It’s my life, kid, and before you came along, I did nothing but waste it,” - Prompt #272: “Come on, get up,” “Hmm? What?” “Come on, it’s time to make a two in the morning burger run,” “… What?” - Prompt #273: “I hunt the government’s mistakes,” “You’re a mistake!” - Prompt #275: “It will be a cold day in hell before I bow to you,” - Prompt #277: “There’s… There’s so much blood….” “Hey. Hey! No, no, no, I need you to stay with me,” - Prompt #278: “Your aura is so bright! It’s like a baby’s laughter!” “Oh… Um… Thank you,” - Prompt #280: “I am not scared of you; I. AM. NOT. SCARED. OF. YOU.” “Hmm, you’re heartbeat says differently,” - Prompt #283: “You keep saying we need to keep them safe from the world; what you fail to realize is that we need to keep the world safe from them!” - Prompt #285: “You’re a fighter, my little one; you’ve been that way since you were young,” - Prompt #286: ”What’re you doing?” “Squishing your face,” “… Why?” “Because your face is squishable, duh,” - Prompt #287: “I don’t know if any of you have noticed, but reality is warping again!” - Prompt #288: “Let’s fight like the monsters they want us to be,” - Prompt #289: “Um… Did you hear that?” “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t,” - Prompt #290: “If you die, I will never forgive you,” - Prompt #292: “What are you doing?” “Shaving my legs,” “Um… why?” “Because I like rubbing my legs together like a cricket,” - Prompt #293: “Was the world ever kind?” “Yes, and in most places, it still is,” - Prompt #294: “Stay down; I won’t tell you again,” “Fuck you!” - Prompt #295: “You are my brightest light,” “And you are my darkest heart,” - Prompt #296: “Shh, shh, shh, don’t cry, little one, don’t cry,” - Prompt #298: “Hey, everyone, we’re here!” “Ahh! My baby and my baby’s baby are finally home!” - Prompt #300: “I see so much of myself in you, and that terrifies me,” - Prompt #301: “If you keep doing stupid shit like this; you’re going to get yourself a one-way ticket to the River Styx!!!” “Why the fuck do you care!?!“ - Prompt #303: “Are we not going to address the fact that he has a knife?” “You have a gun,” “Yeah, but I’m an adult!” “That’s debatable,” - Prompt #304: “How are you feeling?” “Like the world hates me and wants me dead,”

[raindrops-and-tubestops]

ooo can you do 11,13, and 15 from part 2 (i believe) from the hurt/comfort prompts with Lin?

Sorry this took so long Anon! 

I have a serious love for Aunt Lin and Opal fics, I think that their relationship is so interesting and just screams to be explored!

Again, this is a little shorter than I normally write but i’m trying to get back in the swing of things.  Enjoy! 💜

PS: I reference some HCs from this post if you’re curious 🥰

Lin could tell the closer she got to her door that there was someone in her apartment. The rapid flutter of a heartbeat was so intense that it took her a few moments to realize that the rhythm was in fact familiar. Although, it was normally this…distressed? Erratic maybe was the better word.

She adjusted her messenger bag, pulling the strap higher on her shoulder, the metal of her uniform clinking softly. With a quick motion of her hand the lock disengages and the she pushes the front door open, shuffling into the entry way.

Lin scans the rest of her home, her eyes narrowing slightly as she waits for them to adjust to the muted light coming from the kitchen area. She cautiously moves in the direction of the heartbeat, steadily becoming louder, it makes Lin’s own pick up. She’s never felt this particular rhythm, not from this person anyway, not even when they’d met for the first time.

When the Chief managed to reach her sofa her heart constricted. Curled in the middle, Lin’s favorite blanket draped around her shoulders, was her niece.

Lin had given Opal a key to her apartment, originally so she could check on her plants while she was visiting Kya in the south. She made it a point to let Opal know that her guest bedroom was always open. Awkwardly at first, but eventually something more along the lines of normal, the metalbender would arrive home to find her niece perusing her books or trying a new recipe in her kitchen.

The island was so loud today Aunt Lin, she would explain, I just needed a little quiet.

And that was the thing about Opal, in all the ways she resembled Su, she was more like herself than Lin wanted to believe. It was a shock really, coming face to face with her niece for the first time. Though as time went on, and she slowly opened up tot he young woman, she began to appreciate her quiet yet assertive nature.

Opal was never one to leap in without thinking things through, even when she was overly excited about something. She was methodical and thoughtful, putting others feelings above her own.

She would sooner run her self into the ground than see someone she loved suffer. To see them want for anything would mean unwarranted guilt and aadness

Lin knew how brave you had to be to do this, but also how it was easy it was to lose yourself.

Yes, she knew it all very well.

Those facts made the scene before all the more heart breaking. She sat down gingerly next to Opal, the latter barely registering the dip of the cushion. The younger woman’s body was wracked by sobs, heavy and painful, alternating between heavy gulps of air and whines that made her throat ache.

‘Opal,’ Lin intoned softly, ‘can I touch you?’

There was quick shake of a dark head in the affirmative, barely glancing up at her aunt.

Lin gently caressed the her shoulders, softly rubbing down Opal’s upper arms, the touch firm enough to ground her. Kya did this when Lin woke in the middle of the night, the smell of wet earth in her nostrils and a burning sensation radiating from her forehead.

Lin leaned forward, eyes connecting with those similar to her own, nodding her head a bit in encouragement. She cautiously leant forward, not wanting to spook Opal, unsure of how much physical contact she wanted.

Her voice was low and subdued, the question on her lips hesitant.

‘Is it ok to hug you?’

Before she could finish, Opal had launched herself at her aunt, almost knocking them both to the floor. Her arms cling to Lin desperately and the prominent tears now soaking her shirt as the desperate cries became muted against her chest.

The wet heat from Opal’s briefly made Lin uncomfortable, this wasn’t her job, comforting that is. Had they become close in the last few years?

Yes.

Did her niece hold a special place in her heart?

Yes, implicitly.

Maybe she didn’t give herself enough credit…maybe she did understand what others needed.

Not just when their lives were in danger, but when their hearts were hurting as well. Her arms tightened around Opal’s frame briefly, wishing she could take away the pain,

Kya was rubbing off on her.

‘Just listen to the sound of my voice,’ Lin whispered, ‘I need you to breathe for me.’

She could feel her niece’s heart rate slow as her breathing evened.

‘That’s it, slowly - in and out.’

She could feel her own breath syncing with Opal’s, her own breaths mimicking the rhythm the younger woman was trying to adopt. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, tension draining from her body as she felt a quiet calm descend on the person in her arms. The only sound in the comforting silence was the imperceptible hitch in her niece’s breathe.

She buried her nose in Opal’s hair, taking in the soft scent of jasmine, similar to her own shampoo. She would talk about whatever had upset her in time, Lin could wait.

Prompts are always welcome 💜

[sarahjtv]

BNHA Chapter 320 Short Spoiler Analysis: The Power of Friendship

The battle between Deku Vs. Class A has begun!  Well, it’s technically a battle, but more so a “Catch-A-Deku” situation.  Everyone is trying to use their cool Super Moves and words of friendship to try to convince Deku to come back home.  They’re all reminding him all of times he helped them, so they’re trying to return the favor.  So far, I think half the class was featured here including Shoto who I thought would be saved til the end.  Maybe he will be featured again since he’s one of Deku’s closest friends.  What’s interesting is that the trio that was shown at the end of last week’s chapter, Bakugo, Ochako, and Iida, didn’t have their heart-to-hearts with Deku this week, so I bet you they’re being saved for the end.  Anyway, my left hand is still on the mend, so I’ll keep this one short this week.  I hope it heals soon.

The 2nd Color page is shown this week!  It’s of Froppy this time around!  I think it’s been a while since we’ve seen Froppy featured in a color page, so this is cool to see.  She looks really good here too.  Horikoshi’s art rarely disappoints.  Next week is going to be the 7th BNHA Anniversary color page and the 7th Popularity Poll announcement, so I’m excited for that.  Apparently we’re going to get a lot of BNHA things next week including things for the WHM movie, Team-Up Missions, and the WHM one-shot manga.

I love how at the beginning, Bakugo breaks the 4th wall here by commenting on how Deku’s “art style” underwent a complete change.  It’s both a good taunt on Bakugo’s part and some acknowledgment from Horikoshi-sensei on the change of Deku’s design in general since this arc began.

So, Bakugo did tell the rest of 1-A about Deku’s other Quirks which is good.  I thought that would be the case after remembering that Bakugo read All Might’s OFA archive book.  Bakugo would still look over the other Holder’s Quirks, so he would have knowledge on the 4th-6ths Holders.  Problem is that none of them know of the 2nd and 3rd’s Quirks, so dealing with Fa-Jin will be troublesome.  None of us know what the 2nd’s Quirk is yet though, but I have a feeling we’ll see it in this battle.

Quite a few new Super Moves debut in this chapter!  

Katsuki Bakugo: Shockwave Landmine: Looks like Bakugo creates a blast on the ground so that the blast blows away anything around it like Deku’s Smokescreen.  It’s a big blast too, so Bakugo’s got a lot of range with this thing.

Kiyoka Jiro: Heartbeat Wall: It’s hard to tell, but I think it’s a move where Jiro uses her sound waves to block or stop whatever comes her way.  It could be really effective to stop anyone who can hear I’m sure.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Ragnorok: “Womb”: It’s a like a capturing move that traps anyone within Dark Shadow.  It kind of looks like one of the moves Tokoyami uses in The Strongest Hero Game.  Unless someone has a light Quirk, I can see this move being very effective in capturing villains.

Really, everyone is doing their best to remind Deku of all the good times they had with them. They’re using the power of feels and friendship to bring their sacrificial idiot home.  I like to believe it’s working given how Deku is finally shown crying tears of sadness as he pushes his friends away.  God, please let this kid have a good cry.  How they’ll be able to catch Deku though I still have no idea.

Deku is able to overpower pretty much everyone this chapter.  Even Tokoyami, who is considered one of the strongest in the class, and Momo who created this insanely complex machine to try to put Deku to sleep (how the hell did she make that anyway???).  At the end he’s captured by Shoto’s Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall (which he’s standing on btw and looks so damn pretty 💙☺️), but I doubt that will last.  Deku’s probably going to break right through the ice next chapter.

Speaking of Shoto, since I’m such a simp for him 😔, he has the least amount of dialogue out of everyone having heart-to-hearts with Deku.  But what he says is significant: he basically asks Deku if he can still truly cry and for Deku to share the responsibility with his friends.  I think this is calling back to when Shoto reassured Deku that heroes are allowed to cry back in the Overhaul arc and when Deku meddled with Shoto’s life to save him.  Which is essentially the philosophy everyone’s running on.  Meddling in Deku’s mission is the only way to save him now.

Side note, but I love that Kaminari is the one to tell Deku to take a freaking bath 😂!  Like, we’ve all been telling Deku that, but it’s good to know that Horikoshi and his characters are thinking the same thing.  Now someone has to tell Deku to eat a good meal and take a long nap.  

Also, small detail, but Sato comes in at one point and reminds Deku that they won’t be able to make candied apples for Eri anymore if Deku doesn’t come back.  Deku tells Sato that Eri will be fine without him 😭.  No, Deku, you dumbass!  Eri needs her big bro in her life!  I can’t imagine how sad she must be if she already knows about Deku’s disappearance 😭❤️

I’m also glad to see pretty much every student get some kind of spotlight especially the ones who are more minor characters than the others.  Koda actually gets a mini-monoluge this chapter.  Also, Froppy’s got a lot of focus at the end along with the color page this chapter.  Which, I’m glad to see.  It’s been a long time since Tsuyu got some spotlight.  Really, all the girls need more spotlight.  I assume everyone else will get their shine the next few chapters.  

It’s small and I’m still trying to find the meaning of it, but there’s one panel after Deku escapes from Tokoyami showing him flying through the air in the background and you can see the All Might statue at the forefront.  I want to say this symbolizes Deku being All Might’s successor or something, but I’m not sure.  This one just stood out to me for some reason.  

But yeah, like I said, the last half of the class will probably be featured next chapter.  I think Bakugo will be the last person to talk to Deku since he’s the most important one here.  Remember: Bakugo knows Deku better than anyone.  He will be the turning point I’m positive.  Iida and Ochako will definitely have an impact on Deku, but Bakugo will truly HIT DIFFERENT!  I won’t be surprised if that last conversation leads up to Deku Vs. Kacchan Part 3.  I wouldn’t be mad if that will happen tbh.  Part 2 was about understanding Bakugo and letting his feelings out.  Part 3 could be Deku’s turn.  And of course you gotta have a trilogy to cap it off.  I’m really excited to see what happens next!

Me seeing all my adopted children come together to save my green broccoli boy 💚🥦: