#i am wrapping up my report & i only wanna cry a little B)

[panb1mbo]

coming out of my cage and i've been doing not fine

[anothertimdrakestan]

Tongue Tied - Tim Drake x Reader

Words: 2.4k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello lovely author, may I please request a Tim x reader who start as nerd friends, then she finds out about him being Red Robin before he can tell her, and then Red Robin saves her one day and she lets slip that she knows it's Tim. With her smarts, she's able to help him with cases and missions, and the batfam is impressed by how smart she is. You can choose whether it's a romantic ending or not, that's up to you. I just feel like smart Tim needs to be seen more. Thanks😊”

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When I tell you I love me a smart reader I LOVE ME A SMART READER! Thank you so much for the wonderful request! Strap in dear anon you set me up for a long one and I really said “get in the car!” I hope you enjoy ; )

In the midst of a mental breakdown you let the flashbacks ensue, that’s the only correct way to lose your mind as everything you thought you knew crumbled around you right?

First you remembered “meeting” Tim Drake-Wayne for the first time. You always put meeting in quotes because you’d been in love with him for months and had sleuthed out his favorite coffee shop just to stumble into him. And because you’re you, nothing can really go as planned can it? Your plan to stumble into Tim was taken more literally when he caught you from tripping as you tried to enter the store, as you pulled yourself from his chest you felt your cheeks redden immediately. 

“Oh my gosh I am such a klutz I’m so sorry” he looked flustered himself, nervously fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeve. “Oh uh, no problem, are you okay?” he up from his jacket to meet your eyes, and though he’d never tell you his heart melted on the spot, his brother Dick defined it as “love at first sight” but that seemed too cheesy. “I’m fine! You going in here too? This is my favorite spot!” you shook off the nerves, making your way into the cafe. Tim followed you in, and to your surprise paid for your drink. Sitting at a little bar you pulled out some of your college textbooks before you realized Tim and slipped into the seat next to you. 

“You in college?” his voice made you jump, your head jolting up. “Oh - no! I just think this kinda stuff is interesting. Math can predict everything ya know!” you slid your textbook between the two of you, feeling Tim’s shoulder lightly brush yours as he leaned in to read it. “Totally! Like even the golden ratio in nature!” Tim explained excitedly. 

That day turned into texting every single day and hanging out whenever Tim could, and it slowly developed into a best friendship. 

How did you not see the red flags like how Tim could rarely, almost never hangout at night? Or how he’d have strange bruises scattered across his body. Tim always looked dead tired but you knew he didn’t do any activities after school, to be honest the math just didn’t add up, so you took to investigating before making a conclusion - as any good scientist would. And because he’s a messy teenage boy investigation was easy.

While over at the manor Bruce had called Tim to W.E. for some sort of emergency press conference about his younger brother Damian biting a reporter, the interview was only supposed to be a half an hour. So, Tim left you with snacks and Youtube in his room while he threw on a suit and tie, which he looked like an absolute five course meal in - that wasn’t the point. You took the opportunity the riffle through his room, not exactly sure what you were looking for as you pawed through stacks of overdue assignments and dirty clothes. 

With deep breaths you relived the moment that hadn’t stopped playing in your head, finding his Red Robin suit. Throwing open his closet you stifled a laugh at his pajama pants and ratty t-shirts but you choked on air when a deep red and black suit fell from the top of his closet onto your face. Thinking it was some sort of halloween costume you held it up and realized what you were touching. It made sense, the late nights, bruises, frantic cancellations, it all added up except that Tim was the sweetest person you knew, the most loving soul you knew was kicking ass while you struggled through trigonometry. 

Unable to comprehend what was happening you put everything away and went home, shooting Tim some bullshit excuse about your family as your ran up to your room and began making a list - comparing Tim’s absences to Red Robin sightings, googling photos of Red Robin and drawing comparisons to the way he held himself like your best friend. There truly was no denying - Tim Drake was the Red Robin. Then it hit you like a truck - Bruce Wayne was Batman. And you assumed all of Tim’s adoptive family were vigilantes as well. You didn’t sleep that night, trying to make google searches that didn’t give anything away while trying to make a list of everything you discovered. 

Tim was Red Robin. You still couldn’t wrap your mind around it. So you sat in your room at 4am, crying. Because Tim was probably out risking his life for years without you knowing. Everytime you yelled at him for cancelling plans was probably because he was out saving lives and he took all your anger, he let you berate him for scrapping his knees when it was probably the fucking Joker whooping his ass. Is it right to apologize? To tell him what you found out and try to move on with the friendship. Is this like a “now that you know I have to kill you” kinda thing? You weren’t exactly ready to die. 

It seemed like Tim’s secret to keep, it was difficult at first to keep the facade that you didn’t know what he was doing at night, you just tried to always be understanding and appreciative of all the time he made for you. You fell back into the lull of best-friendship, Robin or not, Tim was the best person you knew.

“You’re in love with her Drake” Damian chided, almost annoyed with Tim’s ambivalence on the topic of his life long crush. “Am not, she’s my best friend. It’s not my fault you don’t understand friendships demon” Tim spat back, keeping his head down to hide his blush. “I’m with the demon, you practically worship the ground she walks on” Jason called, drinking straight from.a carton of milk as Dick cried out in disgust before adding his own opinion to the mess that was Tim’s love life. “Sorry kid it’s 3 to 1 which means you have to ask her out for real, remember last time?” Tim glared at the mention of his failed date proposal where you thought he was speaking in strictly hypotheticals. “You can’t out vote me on my own feelings” Tim groaned. “All in favor of allowing us to out vote Tim?” The three raised their hands again as Tim stomped up to his room, he planned on going on a peaceful patrol to plan his dream date for you.

A couple weeks into knowing Tim’s secret you learned that if you climbed to the roof of your apartment building you could see Batman and whomever he took out for patrol flipping around the city late at night. It had become a nightly routine and you’d grown to be able to identify the hero by their style of movement, your notebook filled with notes and sketches about each boy or girl. Then when you hungout with Tim you could match a vigilante’s mannerisms with one of his siblings, it was simple science really. Then you began taking down notes about whoever the Bats were fighting if it was public, discovering little facts and trying to slip Tim subconscious knowledge, it was the least you could do to help your favorite boy on earth. 

But that wasn’t enough, you wanted in on the excitement of crime fighting, to have more knowledge than was on broadcast TV. So you took to the streets of Gotham armed with pepper spray, a pocket knife, and a notepad. You learned tidbits of information that you poured over, working it together until you’d solved a case, then you’d slip hypothetical ideas to Tim throughout the hours of hanging out. You felt like a real life hero, and you were getting better by the day. 

“Jeez Tim it’s like you’ve been working double time! You’re solving cases before they’re even on B’s radar, what’s your secret kid genius?” Dick was stretching on the BatComputer while Tim feverishly typed in his newest solve. “Well I hangout with Y/N! She’s like a good luck charm dude I also get the best ideas when I’m with her! It’s pure magic bro I’m telling you” Tim explained as he frantically finished his report. “Lovers do have that effect! So when are you gonna tell her you’re in loveeeeee” Dick cooed as Tim shook his head. “Shut up Dickwing I’m working” was all he could give Dick without blushing or mixing up his words. He just had to plan something perfect.

But it never was perfect was it? 

Kill Croc was out in the sewer, and you’d taken it upon yourself to help Tim out, you knew people who knew some of the people that helped out Croc and you were determined to find him first at any cost. That’s how you accidentally ended up in a dirty drug deal. 

“Hey Timbers, you’re gonna wanna get to my location asap, I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is in trouble and it would be rude of me not to offer her saving to you” Jason heard a scramble from the other side of the comm as Tim confirmed he was on the way. He watched carefully as you searched for an escape from your capture, normally he would’ve busted the drug dealers for capturing teenagers by now but he was feeling magnanimous, deciding to give Tim the opportunity to save an unsuspecting but terrified Y/N. 

There were definitely no clear exits, you cursed yourself for getting too close. You were not Red Robin, you played the long game you didn’t rush into the arms of armed drug dealers in the name of the law. Your heart was beating out of your chest as they pointed a gun at you, forcing you to walk towards a sketchy delivery truck with the other kids. “Ooh totally not gonna happen!” a familiar voice cheered as glass windows shattered, none other than your best friend stood with a grin. He looked hot as fu- not the time, not the time. 

“Come any closer we’ll blow her brains out!” you felt a loaded pistol connect with the back of your head as you froze, begging to any god to live and promising not to be a field agent ever again. “That’ll be pretty hard without your gun dumbass” Tim called as four batarangs knocked the guns out of all the guy’s hands. Red Hood, who you knew was Jason Todd, burst through the back windows, guns raised. “I thought we had a deal you sorry bitches. Now let these kids go or I’ll show you what blowing brains out really looks like” the men froze, letting everyone escape. 

“Too late for us, but we’re taking the pretty girl with us!” one of the men had picked up their gun, aiming it straight between your eyes and firing. You screeched when a flash of red jumped in front of you. Almost in slomo you watched the bullet connect with Tim’s body. Your scream was deafened by Red Hood’s guns as he knocked all the men completely out. Rushing to Tim’s side you pulling his head into your lap. “Tim! Oh my god Tim are you okay!” you cried as Red Robin pulled off his domino mask to reveal a very confused Tim Drake. “Kevlar, I’m fine, bullets pack a punch but it just knocked the wind out of me, how did you know who I was?” Tim sat up, showing you the bullet sized dent in his suit. 

“We should go somewhere else and I can explain” you smiled sheepishly, letting Tim put his cowl back on as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you to the top of the nearest building. 

“YOU’VE KNOWN FOR MONTHS” Tim looked shocked as you explained how you figured it out and how you’ve been helping him out for weeks. “Should I have told you? I’m really sorry I just didn’t know I felt like you’d tell me when you were ready” you flinched at Tim’s shout and he calmed down. “To be honest I don’t know, you’re one of few that know who I am, but I’m glad you know, makes this even better” Tim added the last part softly, placing his hand on your cheek to lift your lips to his. Your eyes widened in shock before fluttering closed, kissing him back. The build up of months detangled itself in a night, and kissing Tim was just as perfect as you’d imagined all those years ago. 

“So you’ve really been solving all those cases and you didn’t even tell me! You’re totally amazing at it!” Tim added, almost as if he’d been thinking during the kiss. “Yeah it’s pretty fun, you’re still gonna let me help right? I’m not stopping now!” you poked Tim’s chest while he thought. “I mean I’m pretty sure Babs needs a partner, but no ground work, you saw how well that went tonight, but it’ll be good to have a partner who finally knows everything” Tim exhaled, letting everything off his chest. 

“Partners!” you smiled, leaning in to seal the deal with a kiss. 

“This is totally epic” you stood stunned as the BatCave shined in all it’s glory. “I mean yeah it’s pretty cool, look this is my actual suit, I bet the one you saw was an older model!” Tim let you around the cave, showing off his favorite parts. You squeezed his hand trying to convey how excited you were. “I’m gonna be a better detective than you soon Timmy” you teased as Tim showed you the ropes of the BatComputer. “In your dreams babe” he rolled his eyes. “Babe huh? Didn’t realize you asked me out” you scrunched your nose at Tim while he blushed. “Oh uh, see I meant to, but yeah, I definitely should do that like-” you cut him off “yes Tim I’ll be your girlfriend you idiot” you laughed at how tongue tied the loveable boy was. You weren’t going to pretend like you didn’t get flustered around him either - you practically tripped on your own feet the first time you met him, but look how far you’d came from there. 

From friends to partners to lovers and probably everything in between, you were finally Tim’s in every way, working side by side was the best thing to ever happen to both of you. That’s not quite right. Tim Drake himself was just simply the best thing that’s ever happened to you. And you to him. And that’s truly love at it’s finest. 

[pappydaddy]

Ghost of You (f.w.)

A/N: So, I was just listening to music while writing my Steve series “I Wanna Be Yours” and Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer came on and I instantly started crying so I got a sudden urge to write a sad imagine so, sorry in advance..  

Ironically enough, it’s usually me going to write something with the intent for Steve, but end up writing for Billy, but this time it’s a whole different fandom. It actually went from Billy to Steve, then it went to Fred. 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Based off the song Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer

Part One - You’re here! | Part Two

Trigger Warning: Mention of death, really sad, angst, heartbreak, depression, PTSD, mention of witnessing death, mention of drinking, slight mention of suicide.

PSA: I DO NOT agree with JK Rowling’s recent comments about the trans community, but I WILL NOT let her and her bigoted and transphobic ways ruin Harry Potter for me. Harry Potter has given me so much, I have connected to characters unlike ever before. REMEMBER, TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS. Also, my DMs are always open

Another PSA: I do know the recent drama around 5 Seconds of Summer with the claims that had been made about them, but I also know that they have been proven to be false, one of them having been committed by someone else other than a member of their band or team. I would never EVER support someone who has been accused and found guilty of claims such as the ones that 5sos had been accused off because they are horrible acts committed by sick people. And, I would never outright say someone was falsely accusing, but again, the claims made against 5sos were found to be false or to be committed by other people. If you are not aware of that, I recommend checking reputable stan twitter accounts because (a) they know more than me, (b) they explain it better, and (c) they have proof. If you are a victim, I am so so sorry that that happened to you and I want you to know that you’re insanely strong and just keep your head up! Don’t hesitate to get help if you’re suffering, there are so many resources to help cope, report and all kinds of thing! Also, my DMs are always open

Another PSA: I struggle from depression, anxiety and have lasting effects of a traumatic event so if you are struggling with anything, please seek help. These are horrible things to battle with alone and therapy, psychologist, or a psychiatrist can help you gain the tools to cope healthily and any other tools you may need. Also, my DMs are always open.

This is my first Harry Potter imagine, idk what possessed me to write for a different fandom since my focus has been Stranger Things, but I guess I was going to have to write for the other fandoms eventually, right?

Sorry this is so long, there’s a lot of disclaimers I had to put on this to make myself feel like I am making my blog a safe space for everyone. I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.

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  The war had taken so much from everyone. Taken innocence, taken parents, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives; it seemed that nobody was safe from the path of destruction. Even a year after the war, many were still plagued with mourning people ripped away from them by the clutches of war. Fred Weasley was one of them. They had just started their lives together, finally going through with everything they had talked and planned about during those nights wrapped in each other’s arms as they hid from the Professors and Prefects. Those hopes and dreams for the future were now just empty memories and proof of their love. The book that held every little detail of their planned future laid on your desk in your bedroom - untouched since the last time you had touched it before the war. Everything of yours remained in the place you had set them the last time you had touched them. They were frozen in a happier time filled with love and light, not filled with loneliness and darkness. 

  Fred stirred awake, the familiar feeling of his body being weighted down rushing over him as he blinked his eyes open. His void gaze instantly met the empty side of the bed. It was neatly made, the pillow just faintly smelling of you now. Even a year later, he couldn’t bring himself to lay on that side of the bed - your side of the bed. He had a hard enough time sleeping in the bed at all, not being able to forget the feeling of you wrapped in his arms. Tears burned his eyes as he gazed upon the spot, your laughter echoing in his mind as he remembered all of those mornings he woke up to you just waking up yourself. He’d lean in, nabbing his first kiss of the day and you’d pull away with red cheeks claiming that you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet and he’d claim not to care (which he didn’t) and lean in to pepper kisses all over your face - your laughter bouncing off the walls. He threw the covers off him, trying to fight against the weight trying to keep him down in the bed. Pushing against the invisible force he shuffled into the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

  With ever step he took, every room he entered, came the memory of you. The tune you hummed as you danced from the bedroom to the bathroom, the smell of your shampoo, the smell of your sweet perfume. They lingered through the house like a ghost - a hazy mist trailing behind him everywhere he went. The ball in his throat stung as he tried to swallow it down, blinking away from the tears that welled in his eyes. No matter how many times he experienced them a day since you died, he would never get used to the sting. He’d never get used to the shaking of his hands, the tightness growing in his chest, the racing of his heart, the constricting of his lungs or the vivid image of holding you in his arms, watching the life slip from your body as you took your last breath whenever he heard something that brought him back to that day. 

  He could smell the fresh coffee that his brother had brewed as he drifted into the hall, a shell of the old Fred. George was used to seeing his brother dancing down the hallway with you, large smiled on both your faces and laughter surrounding the entire apartment. Now, since you were gone, Fred didn’t dance, his feet were heavy against the floors, weighing him down. He didn’t joke around with his brother anymore, his brother missed the sound of his laughter and the humorous tone to his voice instead of the broken and heavy one he had now. The second Fred entered the small kitchen, his eyes instantly landed on the yellow mug with the faint lipstick stain still on the rim, the faded red still a slight contrast from the yellow of the mug. You had never been able to get the stain gone, it had driven you crazy that your lip stick had tainted the beautiful mug Fred had gotten you after you guys ran away from Hogwarts as a homage to your house, Hufflepuff. The plants that you had been growing thanks to your love for Herbology were barely alive, George having been trying his best to take care of them since he knew you’d want them to thrive. 

  “Morning, Freddie,” George’s voice was soft as he brought his own mug to his lips, sipping the warm coffee. “Made you some eggs,” He told his brother as he pushed a plate of scrambled eggs towards his moping brother before setting a full cup of coffee in front of him. “How’d you sleep?” He asked him. Fred, not lifting his head from his plate of eggs as he pushed them around with the fork George had laid on the plate. 

  “Fine.” It was a simple word, but it was most of what Fred spoke these days. George hummed, taking another large gulp of his coffee as he let Fred soak in his silence, knowing that if he pushed too hard, he’d revert back and lose all the progress they had made. 

  “Are you feeling ready for your appointment today? Do you want me to come with you? Or mum, maybe Ginny? I can get Lee to cover the shop if you want me to come.” George asked him, setting his coffee cup on the counter, his hands wrapped around the warm mug.

  “I’m fine going on my own.” He muttered, thinking back to his night. He knew that his therapist would ask him about it. It was just like any other night. Sleepless since whenever he closed his eyes, you were all he saw. He knew that if he’d sleep long enough, he could dream of you and it’d be like you never left, but he’d also know that you’d tell him that he’ll be fine without you and he definitely knew he’d never be. You were his. 

  “Please don’t skip out on this one to sit at the bar and drink, Fred,” George pleaded with his brother. Last two appointments, Fred and went on his own and ended up not even showing up. When his therapist George (them having to have gotten a muggle landline for communication) to inform him that Fred had not shown up, he had search everywhere for him. George remembered the blinding fear he had coursing through his blood that day, not knowing where his brother was or if he was okay. His mind had jumped to every possible conclusion, the nagging thought of the worst hanging in the back of his mind. “You need these appointments, they are good for you,” George pleaded. Fred only nodded, not saying anything while he ate. George watched him take a few more bites before his fork clanged against the plate about still half full of eggs. Fred pushed it away, taking one final sip of his coffee. “Right, so your appointment’s at twelve, so why don’t you get an outfit picked out while I head down to the shop - Mum will be here in a few minutes, I reckon.” George suggested. 

  Fred hummed, walking back into his room. Molly had been coming over to monitor when Fred left for his appointments and got back, also to watch the phone incase he skipped over his appointment. She also came daily when George was manning the shop to watch over Fred and take care of him. Sometimes, Fred went down to the shop and sorted products, but that was rare. George popped his head into Fred’s room to see him sitting on the bed. In his hands, he held your favourite shirt of his. He stared down at it while a mismatched outfit laid on the bed beside him. “I’m heading down to the shop, love you.” George announced. 

  “Love you, George.” The sound broke George’s heart. The fear in his brother’s voice every time George left the apartment destroyed him. Fred was terrified of losing someone else and not getting to be there for them, that he can never let them leave his presence without him saying that he loves them. His biggest fear was that you had died not knowing that he still loved you. Everyone says that you knew because you could feel his love for you and he doesn’t want anyone to question if he loved them if he wasn’t there. 

  The second he heard the door close behind George, he let himself crash down on the bed, laying on his side in a fetal position as he held the shirt to his nose. His jaw was sore as he let the tears fall from his eyes, the lump in his throat twisting itself into a bigger lump. His body shook with silent sobs. He couldn’t help but envision you moving through the apartment with this shirt tucked into your pants or tied up. He hadn’t felt himself slip into sleep as he let himself imagine your arms wrapping around him, encasing him in a loving warmth. He was unaware of his mother walking into the apartment as he finally slept with his imagination configuring you there with him. Molly instantly went to his room to check on him when he wasn’t on the couch, she stopped in her tracks as she laid eyes on her sleeping son, curled up. She only saw Fred sleeping in a fetal position clutching a t-shirt, but Fred felt the ghost of you wrapped around him.  

[caesarontv]

iwaoi fic recs

it’s occurred to me that i read a lot but i don’t read many actual books so. here we go:

posted: 31/08/19

updated: 20/09/19

– new phone who dis - meruemsthighs • completed • 57,747 • teen

Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

– read it and weep - unknown • completed • 14,075 • teen

Iwaizumi Hajime writes an abrasive critique of golden boy Oikawa Tooru's terrible self-help book. What happens afterwards is a testament to how horrible Iwaizumi's luck really is.

– drawn to you - SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife • completed • 16,248 • teen

Iwaizumi is a shoujo manga author, Oikawa definitely isn’t stalking him and Hanamaki and Matsuwaka manage to make falling in love look easy.

aka. the GSNK crossover that no one asked for

– let me count the ways - whiitemists • completed • 4,162 • general

“iwa-chan, how much do you love me?” “more than i can count on all of my fingers and toes.” “you wanna use mine?”

– dyspnea/arrhythmia - carafin • completed • 10,812 • teen

In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a junior doctor suffering through his medical rotation, and Dr. Oikawa Tooru is his insufferable mentor. Medical AU.

‘I heard your internal medicine rotation’s going to be at Miyagi Central Hospital,' Suga says, turning to Iwaizumi. 'Who’s your mentor gonna be?’

‘Dr. Oikawa Tooru,’ Iwaizumi replies, and barely has time to yank his body back as Suga chokes on and almost sprays out a mouthful of alcohol.

‘What is it,’ Iwaizumi says, feeling a little unnerved.

In response, Suga simply drags a pitcher of alcohol from across the table, and starts to tip more beer into Iwaizumi’s glass. ‘You’re going to need this,’ Suga says.

– Coffee King - oiivkawa • completed • 187,790 • explicit

“I’m in love,” Oikawa declared, succumbing to the warm embrace of his arms once more, burying his head deep within the confines.

“You’re dating someone? Oh shit, I didn’t know that,” Kuroo whistled.

“I wish,” Oikawa responded with a sigh, memory flashing back to the handsome stranger and his green eyes, warm complexion, and those arms –

“Oh, so it’s that kind of love. Alright, hit me. What’s his name?” Oikawa’s face twisted down in an offended glare. “You don’t know his name?” Kuroo asked carefully, lips teetering on the edge of a smile.

“Not yet, but I will. Mark my words, the next time he comes in here I’m going to get his name and his number,” Oikawa announced firmly.

“That is, if he comes back. You know, this could have been a one time thing,” Bokuto reminded unhelpfully.

“I take back what I said earlier. I’m firing you,” Oikawa deadpanned.

– 21 Again - project_ecto • completed • 72,237 • mature

Oikawa, setter of the national volleyball team, and Iwaizumi, a university teacher, are going through a divorce that the latter initiated. An unwise Oikawa thinks the only way to save their marriage is to stall the divorce, until he meets a mysterious stranger who transforms him into his 21-year-old self. So he becomes what most 21-year-olds are: a university student. One that enrolls specifically in Iwaizumi’s school.

Oikawa then embarks on a mission to find out where it all went wrong but as he interacts with 31-year-old Iwaizumi in his 21-year-old self, Oikawa discovers a few things that changes his course. Loosely based on 17 Again.

– Arrest me Officer - leurauxe • completed • 122,275 • general (although i probably wouldn't call it that)

‘Perhaps getting mugged at two in the morning isn’t such a bad idea’ Oikawa thinks as he eyes the world’s hottest policeman settled in the seat across from him.

In which Oikawa is a news reporter head over heels for a commanding police officer.

– Dinner and a Movie - rikke • completed • 11,010 • teen

As a good vice captain, Iwaizumi would do a lot for his volleyball club's success and general welfare, including, apparently, fake dating Oikawa.

– Shiver - Yuu_chi • completed • 16,703 • teen

Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

– florals for spring? groundbreaking. - MissMairan • completed • 24,373 • teen

Tooru considers himself a good person. An amazing one, really. He's raised his son after being quite rudely left by the mother, and Shouyou's turned out pretty alright, if someone asked him. So, when Shouyou's principal calls, saying his son had gotten in trouble for fighting, Tooru does what any self-respecting, fashion-designing-father would do. He agrees with his son: that shirt really is ugly.

– you’re looking like you fell in love tonight - anyadisee • completed • 34,930 • teen

“So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?”

“And you owe me a favor,” Hanamaki adds helpfully.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Sure it does.” Hanamaki’s smile widens. “Issei and I are practically the same person by now, anyway, so whatever favor you owe me, you also owe him. And by repaying me, you are repaying him, and in turn he is repaying Oikawa. Think of it as, like, the transitive property of equality. A equals B equals C. A equals C.”

“I know what the transitive property of equality is,” Hajime snaps.

[in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa's boyfriend.]

– I Followed Fires - EclecticInkling • completed • 66,742 • teen

“When the time comes, it will take you to safety. Just look towards the east,” his mother had said. He hoped she was right. He needed all the safety and help he could get if he was going to win back his throne.

– Phone Home - ghostystarr • completed • 6,553 • general

Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that. AU Iwaoi.

– the river runs - tothemoon • completed • 11,919 • teen

At the start of the new year, and one whole year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.

—

This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).

– all the words of time and space - kagshina • completed • 46,712 • teen

greys_alien: you should change your username to “addicted2bugs” greys_alien: yours is boring greys_alien: i can’t be friends with someone boring

Half an hour later, he gets a message from addicted2bugs.

Or, Tooru needs a friend, Hajime just so happens to be on a chat site at the right time, and neither of them can predict what's to follow.

– When You Wish Upon a Star - emerald1963 • completed • 31,975 • teen

Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.

Oikawa blames the aliens.

The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.

– to be first, to be best - kittebasu • completed • 26,404 • teen

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

– Tokyo Boy - Verbrennung • completed • 16,655 • explicit

“Oh no, Tooru-” but thankfully Makki doesn’t say anything other than that. They reach for their drinks in sync, and Tooru tips his glass to his oncoming emotional apocalypse in one last sardonic acknowledgement of his terrible life before they both take a long pull of their drinks because oh yes, he’s fucked. He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels. ~ A story about longing, and how not even 5,487 miles, a sixteen-hour time difference, or a 'casual' label can stop a stubborn heart (or two?) from falling in love.

– page 305 of 304 - izayas • ongoing • 45,435 • teen

“…she called you ‘papa’,” iwaizumi managed.

oikawa just stared for a moment longer before relaxing in a smile. “yeah. cute, right? but you can call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”

– Like One of Your French Girls - jibrailis •. completed • 4,054 • explicit

"I, Oikawa Tooru, captain of the Aobajousai volleyball team and all-around specimen of charm and talent, am completely and 100% a virgin."

– Superhero-sized Heart - manamune • completed • 4,508 • general

Iwaizumi loathes the day he has to tell the story of how he met Oikawa, because then he's going to have to explain why he suddenly grabbed him by his collar with a crying four-year old boy trailing behind him while dressed as Batman on the hottest day of the year.

– Six-Month Lover - afuzzyowl • completed • 89,000 • explicit

Iwaizumi barks out a laugh. “I’m still trying to get over the fact that you made a PowerPoint presentation about why we should date.”

Oikawa doesn’t tell him the file has existed for the last twelve years, constantly receives updates, and that the original copy contained almost a hundred slides before he forced himself to get a grip.

Moments in Oikawa’s journey to win over his best friend’s love: the sad, the happy, and everything in between.

– The 5 Times Oikawa Woke Iwaizumi Up - CheekyBrunette • completed • 7,186 • general

... And the one time Iwaizumi woke Oikawa up instead.

– In April - hiuythn • completed • 28,782 • teen

Tooru dates people and it takes Hajime a while to figure out why he hates it. Like six years.

– Because You’re My Home in Human Form - noelre • completed • 2,257 • teen

The thing is, the Oikawa Tooru he knows is vulnerable on Sunday evenings. Fragile. Insecure. Not at all like the peacock prancing in broad daylight spreading its flashy wings. It’s this Oikawa Tooru he’s willing to wrap his arms around and keep him safe from all harm the world tries to throw at him.

– yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) - unknown • completed • 9,012 • teen

An impressively annoying young man starts frequenting Hajime's flower shop. It goes downhill from there.

– in defense of our overgrown garden - carafin • completed • 2,595 • general

From: Ushijima Wakatoshi To: Oikawa Tooru

Dear neighbour,

Congratulations on moving into this neighbourhood with Iwaizumi. I hope you will enjoy your stay here, and I apologise for not being able to greet you in person, as I am a very busy man.

As you might have noticed, I have also placed a pot of flowers next to your doorstep as a housewarming gift. It is a rue plant, traditionally meant to symbolise ‘regret’. I have expended great effort to procure this plant for you, as this is not a common flower you can find in your neighbourhood florist. The symbolism is entirely intentional.

I look forward to seeing you (and your boyfriend) around.

Sincerely, Ushijima Wakatoshi

– Only Fools Fall - oseltamivir_phosphate • completed • 126,760 • mature

Oikawa had always wanted to be an alpha like Iwaizumi. He hated being a beta – the lesser status, but not entirely the least. That was until he experienced his first heat during his second year in university, and he wonders if it's too late to turn back into a beta.

– How Icarus fell in Love with the Sun - tsukkkiii • ongoing • 44,669 • mature

Oikawa has to find a fiance within a week or he has to leave Japan and thus his successful career and his friends. Obviously the best idea is to knock on his new neighbor's door at 11 pm and ask, "Will you marry me?"

Kind of a The Proposal AU. (Plot different)

(presumably discontinued, it was last updated in 2016 lol)

– i want you, i hope you’ll come to me - unknown • completed • 15,638 • teen

oikawa tooru has never received a love letter, but he's written five of them

– here’s to taking what you came for - Frenchibi • completed • 3,294 • general

“So - isn’t it obvious?” Oikawa spins around to face Iwaizumi, gesturing to the poster. “To solve our financial crisis - we pretend we’re dating!”

Iwaizumi stares at him for a full five seconds - before he throws back his head and laughs.

– electric feel - falchion • completed • 59,018 • mature

“Hey there,” Iwaizumi said, giving Oikawa a wry smile. “I’m your new god.”

There were two things Oikawa could tell about this man at a glance. One, that this ‘Iwaizumi’ guy was an asshole, and that two, he wasn’t going to hide that fact. Feeling himself grow hot at the condescending tone this man was taking with him, Oikawa shot him a steely look before lowering himself into a half-assed bow. “I’m Oikawa Tooru, I’m looking forward to working together with you.”

Not.

--

IwaOi model!AU, in which Oikawa is a model and Iwaizumi is his overbearing manager.

– Conquering the Great King - SuggestiveScribe • completed • 105,691 • explicit

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

– the yellow room - ohhotlamb • completed • 14,260 • teen

“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”

Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”

“Yeah, so?”

“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”

Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”

– just hear me out - loveclouds • completed • 7,679 • teen

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

– no sleep in the city - loveclouds • completed • 7,344 • teen

Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

– the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle - kittebasu • completed • 66,307 • teen

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

bonus:

– national hot dad alliance is now calling... - dicaeopolis, owlinaminor • completed • 58,210 • general

Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck.

(Or, the captains' squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)

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The American Initiative

Part Twelve

Summary: Grace Cleveland and Eleanor Baker both thought their lives were over, until they became part of something much bigger – the Avengers. Pairing(s): Clint Barton x OFC, Steve Rogers x OFC Word Count: 2040 Blanket Warnings: Death, mentioned a couple of different ways, but not detailed; canon divergence; more based on Marvel movies. In the infamous word of Steve Rogers, “Language.”

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Thanks to the tracking system in Grace’s bracelet, Tony knew the exact second she was back on the Avengers facility property. He jogged out the front door, meeting her on the lawn. Grace dropped her bag and accepted the strong embrace that Tony swept her up in.

“Are you all right?” Tony demanded the second he set her down. He held her at arm’s length, looked her over, held her face in his hands, and asked again and again if she was all right, if she had been hurt. “There was once, with the tracking system, Jarvis thought you were in danger, and I --”

“Tony,” Grace said, pulled his hands away from her, “Tony. I can’t tell you how happy I am that you were the first person out the door to see me now that I’m back, but …”

“Gracie,” Tony said, reaching up to swipe at her cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You crying?”

She nodded, not bothering to hide it. “Please, don’t take this personal, but I just -- I really need to see Clint.”

Tony shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded. “I mean, can I at least walk with you up there?”

“Sure,” Grace said, chuckling through her tears and stuffy nose.

Clint was taking a go on a punching bag in the training room when he sensed someone behind him. He spun around quick, coming face to face with Grace.

“Hey there, Hawkeye,” she greeted, quietly. Her eyes were still welling with tears, this time over whether or not he was still  angry with her.

Without warning, however, he reached out and pulled her into his arms. Grace’s tears were that of relief as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Clint allowed the hug for a few moments before he did just as Tony had, holding her by the upper arms and searching her for any sign of injury.

“I’m okay,” she assured. “For the most part.”

Clint frowned. “What did he do to you?”

The whole story came pouring out. Every moment with Joel, the unwanted affection -- and, finally, the worst of it. Clint pulled her back into his arms, promising that nothing like that would ever happen to her again.

“I’ll kill him for doing that to you,” Clint promised.

Grace shook her head. “He isn’t worth it. I went and did the mission, and it’s over now. I have both of the serums, and we can figure out how to end all of this.”

Clint didn’t like the idea of leaving things as is. He knew what it was to do things for missions that scarred a person for life; maybe he needed to get Natasha to talk to Grace. In the meantime, he’d keep a close eye on her.

“How’s Ellie?” Grace asked as they walked up to the dormitory wing of the facility.

“Ellie’s had a rough couple of weeks, Gracie,” Clint warned. “I don’t know exactly what happened, but she only leaves her room to train, and she won’t talk to anyone. Maybe a little to Nat, but she’s avoiding Steve altogether. I’m sure she’ll be glad you’re back.”

Grace’s brow furrowed with concern. Not that she had known Ellie for long, but they had gone through enhancement and their initial training before coming to the Avengers facility together. The bond between them was inexplicable and unbreakable.

After unpacking her bag from her time at Joel’s and packing it again to spend a couple of days at Tony’s, Grace made way for Ellie’s room.

“I’m not going to talk to you either, you know,” Ellie said as soon as Grace was within earshot. She didn’t even lift her eyes from the book she was reading. “I’m glad you’re back and all, but I’m not going to talk to you more than anyone else.”

“The way I hear it, you already have. Anyway, you don’t have to talk. Just come with me to Tony’s for a couple days. Get out of here.”

Ellie looked up at Grace. “Why are you going to Tony’s?”

Grace shrugged. “I’d like to keep it between us, but I just have a feeling that’s the safe place to be right now, with these serums. Call it an enhancement thing.”

Ellie thought about it for a few moments, then nodded. “All right. Give me a few minutes to pack.”

“I’ll meet you out front in fifteen.”

Grace left her alone to pack, headed to find Clint and speak to Bruce before taking a car to Tony’s place. 

Ellie shut her book, put it in her overnight bag first thing, then packed some training clothes and casual outfits. Pajamas and toiletries were the last to go in, and then she was ready to go.

“You’re leaving?”

How had she missed Steve coming into the room? “Not for good. Just going to Tony’s with Grace for a couple of days. I’ll be back.”

“It’s good Grace is back.”

“It is. I think some horrible things happened to her at Joel’s.”

“Like what?” Steve frowned.

Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s blocking it out. Makes it harder for me to see.”

Steve nodded. “Well, you should, you know, be careful out there, and everything. Maybe when you get back, we can talk?”

“Steve …”

“No, Elle. No more dancing around the issue,” Steve told her, his frustrations over the issue finally coming to light. “Things happened. They happened to you, they happened between us. You can’t run from it. You either have to face it, or you have to go back and try to put your life back together again. No more in between.”

Swallowing hard, Ellie stared him down for a few moments before shouldering her bag and walking out of the room without a word, leaving Steve even more frustrated than before.

“As far as we know, Joel didn’t start the injections until about six months ago. When he was removed from the S.H.I.E.L.D program, we had no idea the kind of side effects he would experience. We kept an eye on him -- from afar, of course -- and he began to show signs of withdrawal.”

Grace bit her lip while Nick briefed them via video call. She listened as he talked about how the withdrawal symptoms, suddenly and out of nowhere, were alleviated. Joel began to show not only signs of good health, but also improved strength and cognition.

“Nowhere near you, Grace, but similar.”

“He wasn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box when I got with him,” Grace admitted, “so an improvement wouldn’t have been hard to make.”

Nick couldn’t help but chuckle. “What I’m saying is, he’s gotten pretty good at puzzles, essentially. He may not be able to execute the plans he comes up with, but he knows how to get from point A to point B without hindrance. We don’t know how he’s obtained what he needs for a serum for himself, let alone for you, but it seems to be very advanced.”

“I don’t know about that. By the time I left, Joel had taken four hundred injections, give or take. Whatever the serum is, it isn’t significantly potent.”

“Fury, we’re running a breakdown on both of the serums. We should have a report any time now,” Tony informed.

“Good. Do what you need to do and get back to me.”

The video call ended, and Grace covered her face with her hands. “I feel like this is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” Tony assured. “Joel has made some horrible choices. Maybe you did too, in dating him, but you’re past that. Right?”

Grace nodded, but she wasn’t entirely convinced. “Ellie, you ready for bed? It’s been a long day.”

Ellie nodded, and followed Grace out of the lab after they both hugged Tony. He excused himself to bed as well, since there was nothing to work on at the moment.

“Jarvis, when the serums are done …”

“I’ll have the report ready and sent to you as soon as they’re done, sir,” Jarvis replied.

“Until then, lights out,” Tony instructed.

The lights in the lab dimmed before going out, and Tony was not long behind the girls in retiring for the night.

Grace couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You kissed Steve?”

For the first time in too long, Ellie allowed herself a small laugh. “I tell you about this entire life that I left behind and all you got out of that was that I kissed Steve?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just -- well, you two danced around that for a while. The family thing is really big. Like, huge. What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” Ellie shrugged. “Before I left, Steve told me I couldn’t live in the in-between, running like I don’t know anything anymore. I have to stay and face it, or leave S.H.I.E.L.D -- and he’s absolutely right. But how do I do that? To my daughter, my parents. They had a funeral for me. They think I’m dead. Then, what, I just show up at their front door and say, Oh, by the way, remember when I donated my body to science? Well, they brought me back.” She shook her head. “It’s just too bizarre.”

Grace pursed her lips. “Listen, I’m not telling you what to do here. I can’t, you’ve got to figure it out on your own. I’d be devastated to see you go, but I think you’re only looking at one possible outcome of you showing up again. Think about it like this: we’re all your family now, right? What if one of us died? Wouldn’t you give just about anything for that person to show up on your doorstep again, whole and apologetic and ready to start over?”

The thought of losing any of them sprung tears to Ellie’s eyes. She blinked them away. “I know, you’re right. Maybe there’s just too many possibilities.”

“Maybe you could have both,” Grace suggested. “There’s no way of knowing, until you try. Until you decide -- let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Ellie agreed.

She bid her friend good night and headed for her own guest room. Getting some sleep sure sounded like a great idea, but she wasn’t so sure that it was going to happen for her so soon.

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Personal Ghosts || Dick Grayson x Reader (part 7)

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Description: After solving the murder of her little sister at the age of 15, Y/N moved to Bludhaven to leave her Gotham life, and memories of the murder behind. Now a detective of the Bludhaven Police Department, with Dick Grayson as her partner, Y/N thinks that she has escaped her past. But when a toddler gets murdered, Y/N finds out that the murderer has returned and is after revenge on the young cop.

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A/N: yikes okay so it has been nearly a year since the last chapter, and I don’t really have any excuses outside of procrastination. Anyway thank you to those who have bared with me. I’ve also change from present tense to past tense, and the “reader” is now a detective. I also nearly replaced the name “James” with the real name of the person I’m based James’ personality off

“I forgot how pretty some of the places in this city are.” You pulled your jacket closer to you trying to fight against some of the wind blowing through Gotham Central Park, cup of cheap coffee held close.

“I’m sure Bludhaven is better.” James nudged you with his elbow and you let out a breathy laugh.

“I mean it’s cleaner but you know what they say,” you paused and throwing your arms out in a sarcastic dramatic fashion, “there’s no place like home.” James turned around, noticing you no longer by his side, and just laughed at you. And seeing him just laughing, carefree and happy, you joined in trying to capture some of his happy bliss. You let yourself laugh and for a brief moment, you forgot why you were home and everything else that was going bad in your life, and just laughed. You were so lost in the pure joy that you don’t notice James had moved closer until he pulled you into his arms and was laughing with you into your ear. 

“I’m glad you’re home. Even if it’s just for a little bit.”

“Alright, alright,” you shoved him off with your shoulder, “enough with the sappy shit, I wanna get one of Donny’s food truck burritos before he runs out of actual burritos.”

--

A day spent laughing, talking about new and old memories, and wandering around what is considered to be the beautiful parts of Gotham, all with the backdrop of cars and the occasional gunshot. As much as you fought against it in the beginning, you were glad that James had forced you out of the house. Working as a detective was stressful enough as it was, but with your father out, stress was at an overwhelming level that you didn’t know it had reached until you were sitting on the roof of James’ apartment building, eating fries and watching the sun set. It was in that moment when you realised that as the city was settling that the weight you had pretended not to carry finally hit you.

And that weight, and realisation, was what left you crying, sobbing really, into the evening air. 

“Hey.” Just as you finished the last couple of fries, James’ voice sounded from behind you. Hastily, you tried wiping the tear tracks off your face, hoping your eyes weren’t too red. Apparently, though, you weren’t quick enough and he saw the frantic wiping as he sat beside you. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” The scratch left in your throat from the crying was clear in your voice, and you realised that even without the red eyes, he would have known. “Okay, no. But hey, a good cry never hurt anyone.” As you spoke, you leaned into him, head on his shoulder. “‘M tired now though.” The sentence ended with a breathy laugh, exhausted and broken. 

“You wanna go inside then.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, head on top of your own. You shook your head in response, wanting to stay out in the cool air, the brief moments that Gotham had before nightlife crawled back out to play. 

“I like the brief moments of peace that Gotham has.” He hummed in response. “Before the gunshots begin again of course.” As if on queue, a distant echo of a gunshot, many blocks away, reached you. 

“It’s gonna get cold soon.” His voice was soft as he reminded you that Gotham temperature drops quickly.

“I wanna wait for the Bat-signal to light up, haven’t seen it in a while.” He hummed again, squeezing your shoulder. 

Once the cloudy sky had been lit up with the bat-signal for the night, James had offered his hand to help you up before you both made it back inside his apartment, splitting ways for the night, where he promised to leave you to tracking down old files on your father for the rest of the week. 

--

Another early morning and another pile of files. Phone pressed to your ear as you called Arkham after waiting hours for the line to open, seeing if you could pick up your father’s files from the time he was there. You were getting to the point where your anger was about to bubble over. 

“The files are classified.” Was the first thing the bored woman on the other side of the phone said. “You can’t just be given files on an escaped prisoner. It’s a GCPD issue now. Ask them.” You argued with her back and forth but she wasn’t having it. On top of the anger growing, the idea of breaking in and stealing the files was becoming rather appealing.

“Fuck it.” Was the last thing you muttered before hanging up on her. “Fucking useless.”

A mug of coffee was silently passed to you by James before he said goodbye, rushing out the apartment door. 

You sipped the coffee as you dialled the number for the GCPD, hoping that they could help and you wouldn’t have to resort to B&E.

“GCDP, how can I help?” A less-bored sounding male spoke.

“Hi, I’m Detective L/N with the Bludhaven PD, I’m working the Dale L/N case. He recently broke out of Arkham and murdered multiple toddlers and their families in Bludhaven?” You tried keeping your voice authoritative, but the previous call had tired you out and gotten on your nerves. “I was wondering if I could visit the station later today and pick up some files that could help with my investigation.”

“Of course. I’ll let the Captain know and put the files aside for you.” You very nearly fist-pumped into the air, glad that it went so smoothly and that maybe, just maybe, you would start actually getting somewhere in the investigation.

“Thank you so much. I’ll be there at around 10.”

“See you then, Detective.”

Throwing back the end of your coffee, you raced to have a shower and get ready. 

--

“Excuse me? I’m Detective L/N. I spoke to someone over the phone earlier today about possibly collecting some files on an open investigation.” You held your badge out to show the young-looking officer sat behind the tall counter.

“Oh yes,” he looked at your badge then up at your face quickly, “that was me. The captain has the files on her desk. Just one minute.” He turned away from you, pressing a number as he picked up the phone. “The Detective from Bludhaven PD is here to see you.” He glanced back at you. “Okay, I’ll send her in.” Placing the phone down, he handed you a visitor pass and pen before turning back to his computer. 

Walking through GCPD again was a strange feeling. The first time you had been there, you were with your mother and were filing the official police report about your sister’s death. The last time was when you were getting reprimanded and thanked for hunting down the evidence to get your father arrested. Between then had been countless visits with your mother, sometimes crying, sometimes not.

It had been years, and despite the fact that you were now in the police force yourself, you felt like a child again. And that was the strange feeling. It was the feeling that even though you had grown up, matured, gotten a career, in the GCPD you still felt like a child.

You only had to knock on the captain’s door twice before she called out for you to enter.

The woman sitting at the desk filled the room with an air of authority that you were used to from your own captain. Her dark hair was pulled tightly back with only a couple of grey strands visible. She gestured with a single finger to sit in one of the dark leather chairs sitting on the opposite side of the desk to herself, not looking up from her computer. You did as she instructed and waited, listening to the rapid clicking of her keyboard. You glanced around her office, out the window, at your phone. Anything to pass the time and keep your eyes off the stack of files and paperwork on her desk.

“So, Detective L/N,” her voice startled you and your eyes darted back from out the window to her stern face. “You are one of the leads on the L/N case in Bludhaven?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Silently, you hoped that she wouldn’t notice ask about you sharing the same surname. “My partner is still in Bludhaven, but I’m here to see if I can collect any information you have still on file about the case.”

“Of course.” A small smile crosser her face and you couldn’t tell if it was simply polite or if it was something else. “I just have a couple of questions.” That simple sentence told you that, no, the smile wasn’t just to be polite, it was to draw you into a sense of security.

“Anything, Ma’am.” You gave a tight smile back, knowing that she was about to ask, just as your captain did, if you were too personally involved in this case.

“Are you the same Y/N L/N that initially collected the evidence against Dale L/N for murdering his young daughter?” Despite the cold expression she kept, her tone sounded as if she was impressed.

“Yes, I am, Ma’am.” You were only given a nod in response. “Is that a problem?” Shuffling uncomfortably, you watched her sit back in her tall chair as she eyed you.

“No problem, Detective.” Although you tried not to, you eyed her slightly. “I spoke to your captain before you arrived. He doesn’t think you should be working this case, thinks it’s too personal.”

“I know, Ma’am. He told me that himself.” You knew it was bad to interrupt her, but you were still apparently ready to fight after this morning.

“I am aware, Detective. He told me.” Her eyes narrowed at you slightly, warning you. “However, I told him that you are an adult and capable of separating work from personal life. And that you had done this before when you were a child.” While making her mini-speech, she had lent back to rest her elbows on the desk.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” You were thankful that the GCPD captain had vouched for you with your own captain. 

“I was one of the detectives working that case, if you were wondering why I agreed to you taking these files and disagreeing with your captain’s want for you to be off the case.” You felt your eyes widen and your jaw drop slowly. All the captain did in response was let out a small chuckle. “Your evidence helped us close the case. And I would like you to be able to do it again. This time as a cop, not a child.”

“I- uh. Thank you, Captain.” Lifting a hand, she placed it on a 3-inch high pile of paper.

“This is all the files we could pull from the archive that we have here, and this,” she picked up a single piece of paper off the top of the pile, handing it to you “is the form you will need to take into Arkham to go through their archives and to take any files you need.” She then turned her chair slightly and picked up a plastic briefcase from behind her desk. You watched as she placed all the paperwork into the case. 

“Thank you, again, Captain.” You stood, shaking her hand as she passed over the case.

“Not a problem, Detective.” You walked towards the door, case in hand. “Good luck catching your father.” You stuttered to a halt, empty hand halfway to the door handle. You nodded before turning the handle, exiting the office. 

--

Before looking through the files or heading back to James’, you drove to Arkham. The drive led you through to the outskirts of Gotham, where the trees were dying and the buildings empty. All of Gotham was dangerous, but living within two blocks of the asylum was suicidal, signing your own death certificate.

But when you finally arrived, after five or six security checks, you made it to the front desk of Arkham.

“Excuse me?” The woman who had previously been facing away slowly turned in her chair to face you through the glass screen.

“Yes.” Even though her voice was no longer through a phone, the drawl was the same. Your fists flexed open and closed as you tried keeping the anger at this woman held down.

“I’m Detective L/N with the Bludhaven PD.” 

“Yeah, I remember you.” Her eyes rolled, which caused you to pull the folded page from your pocket and slam it onto the counter.

“Captain Carter from the GCPD gave me this form. She said that it gives me the legal permission to look through all your archives to find and take copies of  the files I need for an on-going investigation.” She didn’t bother to look at you as she took the paper off the counter, reading through it. 

“Please wait here.” Then she got up and left you standing. You stood, waiting for a few minutes, listening to the occasional crazed laughter or hazy screams that made it through the thick walls and long hallways of the asylum. This was one of the places in Gotham you had never visited. You never had reason to, and Arkham asylum was not a place visited for fun.

When she finally returned, a guard walked through the metal door to the right of the admin desk. 

“This way, please, Detective.” Not once were you asked for your badge, or to hand over your gun or your phone. The only real security was the many doors that needed unlocking from the guard. 

The hallways were laid out like a grid, and you were only taken through ones that skirted around the edges of the main building. When you finally stopped at a proper door and not a gate, you had been walking for over half an hour. The guard unlocked the door and opened it for you, handing you a walkie.

“Use this to let me know when you have found what you need. I will come to collect you and walk you out. There is a copier on the wall on the left, feel free to make copies of whatever you need. There is some new and blank USB’s in the top drawer below the computer beside the copier.” He then nodded and pulled the door shut, locking it. You turned and sighed, preparing you for the long search ahead.

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Spending More Time with Him

Ittt’s Father’s day where I live! This one focuses on my Siegbaby wanting to spend more time with his precious father, enjoy!

The Kingdom of Nohr had been blessed with the birth of the second prince a few months previous -- Young Prince Kana and Crown Prince Siegbert now were the light and joy of the palace, though a very conflicted boy sulked about around the corridors.

Not to the point of getting behind his classes, heavens forbid! No, he always made sure to be as focused as he should during his lessons, but a few side glances and some blank stares caught the attention of one of his instructors, who promptly reported to the Queen.

"Siegbert is acting strange?" Kamui repeated the report, placing one hand over her cheek in worry. "He's always been such a good child, I wonder what ails my baby..." She murmured the last part to herself, the music teacher excusing herself while the Queen made her way towards the Crown Prince's chambers.

She needn't bother, however, for the small prince was absent-mindedly walking through the large corridors with a book under his arm, his round face almost contorted into a pout.

"Siegbert?" Kamui called, making her way to her son and crouching before him. Only after he almost bumped into her did the boy notice his mother.

"M-mommy!" He gasped, the surprise making him drop the book he carried. His face lost its color and he had to put both hands over his mouth as a way to cover his face.

Kamui almost winced in pain, worried about her little baby's heart. She reached out to him, putting a tuft of hair behind his pointy ear. "What's happened, Siegbert?" She tilted her head to the side as he tried to avert his eyes as they welled up. Kamui took her free hand to her chest, clutching her heart. "Can't you tell mommy?"

The young prince gulped, feeling the tears burn his eyes, guilt washing over his entire being. "Am-" he stuttered, a ball inside his throat making it hard for him to speak without shouting. "AM I A BAD BOY, MOMMYYY?" He cried, crouching and sobbing uncontrollably. "I am, aren't I?!"

"Oh, my sweet boy," Kamui immediately held him up on her arms, his thin legs wrapping around her torso as his hands grasped on her back, sobbing by her neck. "What brought this on, hm? You're the best behaved child I have ever seen... shhh, shhh..." The Queen cooed him as his sobs never stopped, walking towards his room just a ways ahead.

"Id's jusd... id's jusd..." He sniffled, trying to speak with a clogged nose as sobs still shook his body. "I don wanda beel like bis...!" He sobbed more as Kamui entered his room and sat on a divan close to the door.

The Queen sat Siegbert up on her leg and lowered her face so as to look he small prince in the eyes, his hands still trying to dry them as much as he could. "Shh, my precious boy, it's okay. Mommy is here now; I'll listen to you..."

Still sniffling and shaking with sobs, but finally stopping the tears, Siegbert gulped more than once before he could find his voice again. "I-I must be one, right? A b-bad c-child... B-because see I... I love m-my little brother very much! B-but I also w-want... I also want Daddy to stay with me moreeee!" He fell into guilty sobs once again, lowering his head as his hands dried the tears before they fell. "I-I want Daddy to r-read more for me, b-but Kana's getting more... more attention! I don't wanna feel this wayy, Mommmyyy!" he cried, hugging Kamui again.

The Queen couldn't help but smile, though her brow as hopelessly furrowed. "Oh, my baby, you're such a good brother!" She bounced her leg, kissing the small prince's head all the way till his nose. He stopped sobbing due to the confusion.

"B-but these ugly feelings..." He looked at her from below, sniffling.

Kamui booped his nose. "Say, would rather still be a single child? Would you want your brother to disappear?"

"NO!" He replied immediately, his big eyes round as peas in surprise. "No way! I don't want Kana to go awayy!" he cried more, imagining a world without his precious baby brother.

Once again Kamui bounced her leg, lowering her head so they could look each other in the eye once more. "Then, do you hate the idea of spending time with Kana AND with your Father? Or do you want Father just to yourself?"

That got him to think -- he never thought of spending time with both of them, or rather, with the three of them (he wanted to spend more time with Mommy as much as he wanted with Daddy, after all!) since he was always the only one around them for five years. "I can... stay with Daddy while he r-reads to Kana?"

"Uh-huh!" Kamui nodded and the prince started to blush.

"Can I hold his hand when he goes to wish Kana good night?" He continued with the questions as Kamui nodded to each of them. "Can I also hug Kana when Daddy comes to visit? Can I also pat Kana's head then have Daddy pat mine too?" With each affirmative nod, the boy's smile grew. "C-can I... Can I sleep with youDaddyandKanaonthesamebed?" He asked quickly, burying his face on his mother's chest.

Kamui had a mental squeal at how cute her son had grown up to be and squeezed the boy in her arms. "Of course you can! But I'm afraid only the three of us can sleep on the same bed for now... Kana is still too small to share it with us."

"Just the three of us?" He raised his head, conflicted. He wanted so so so so very much to hold his parents in his sleep, but he also wanted Kana to share their warmth -- he was so small, surely he was going to be cold all alone! "When can Kana sleep with us too?" He sniffled, forgetting about his tears, but his nose still a bit clogged from all the crying.

"You're such a good boy," Kamui mused, using her sleeve to dry the son's cheeks and nose. "I have an idea: why don't we go to Father's study and ask him these questions? About Kana sleeping with us as well?"

Siegbert flinched. "I- I couldn't bother Daddy with this... He'll know how bad I am..."

"Nonsense," Kamui booped his nose again, ready to get up. "Then let's make a bet: if he tells you you're the most precious thing in this world then you'll ask him to sleep with us tonight, deal?" She winked and raised her thumb, bringing it close to his small hand.

"B-but if he doesn't...?" He held out his tiny thumb, touching his Mother's, a smile and a pout fighting for dominance in his face, his small chest going up and down in excitement.

"Trust Mommy, hm? Come now, let's go."

They walked hand in hand throughout the corridors towards the King's study. Once there, the Crown Prince gulped with his hand ready to knock and stole a glance at his mother. She nodded and urged him to do it, which he obeyed.

They all had specific set of knocks so the person inside would know who to expect, so Siegbert's three fast knocks followed by two slow taps made Xander lift his gaze from the papers to the door.

"Siegbert? Come in, Son." He said as he got up and circled the desk, arriving at the door just when the boy had opened it.

Seeing his Father made Siegbert instantly straighten his back and gulp, scared that his own ugly feelings would make him disappointed. Xander looked from the prince to his wife, who only lifted her index over her lips and smiled fondly. Confused, but trusting of his wife, Xander knelt in front of his nervous son. "Is something wrong, Siegbert? You know you can tell me anything."

Siegbert felt the lump on his throat come back, but swallowed it and stuttered. "I-I've been bad, Daddy!" He said and quickly added: "I wanted to spend more time with you after Kana was born!" He said in one breath, huffing for air right after.

Xander's frown disappeared with the surprise, a smirk making its way at the corner of his mouth, but soon it came back. "Do you want me to neglect your brother for you, Son?"

"N-no!" his head shot up, his small hands grasping at the hem of his shirt. "I just... wanted to be with... you both..." He said the last line in almost a whisper, but Xander heard it clearly, melting away his frown for good.

"Come here, Siegbert," Xander urged, taking the boy's hand and guiding him to a nearby chair. The prince obediently followed, then sat on it as Xander stayed on one knee. "You know you, your mother and your brother are the lights of my life, do you not?"

A soft gasp left the boy's lips and he looked up to his mother who was by the door. 'The most precious thing of his life'! in another words, but still! He blushed and looked down before concurring.

Xander caressed the round cheek before kissing Siegbert's forehead. "Then you know you can ask me anything -- if it is within my power, I will do so."

"Even..." He said in a low voice, placing both hands over his mouth and whispering by his father's ear. "Even spending the night in together with everyone?" He soon sealed his mouth with his hands, a blush so deep in his face some of it bled into Xander. He smiled softly and once again caressed his son's cheek.

"Especially then, my Son. Whenever you wish it."

Siegbert kicked his legs in anticipation, but then stiffened himself. "B-but that's too good to happen all the time! W-what if when I get good grades? Or when a teacher praises me? Then we can bring Kana along, too...!"

Kamui chuckled by the door. "Then we'll turn in together every day, hm?" She gave two steps towards them and placed a kiss on the boy's head. "Every single day I hear praises from your teachers."

"Indeed," Xander nodded, putting one hand over Siegbert's shoulder. "I could ask for no finer Crown Prince."

Siegbert let out a muffled squeal before squeezing his eyes so hard his whole body trembled -- he was trying very hard not to laugh and scream out how happy he was, choosing to jump into his father's arms as an outburst, squeezing the hug with everything he had. "Thank you so much, Daddy! I'll do my best to earn that spot!" And I can't wait to share it with Kana, too! He thought as a surprised Xander held his son with one hand, the other one patting the small head.

[koalala1031]

So... How Do Bees Fly?

Part of #SGRSWeek – Day 7/Epilogue: 再生 (Saisei: Revival)

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.247

Genre: Crack

Summary: Exactly what you think it is.

Pairing(s): -

Warning: dank memes, bad jokes

Shinnosuke read the script over and over again. He still couldn’t believe that Higuchi-sensei actually suggested him to perform that cursed script. “Why...?” he whimpered in misery. “Why... why... why, why, why, why why why why—”

“Shin!” Konatsu shut him up as she switched from the newspaper she was reading. “What is wrong with you?!”

“Mommy, can I just perform Jugemu tomorrow, pwease? I don’t want that hellscript Sensei asked me to perform uwu uwu.”

“Don’t uwu uwu like that! You know how Higuchi-sensei really wants to see you performing modern rakugo.”

“Yeah but... why this?!”

“Why are you the one so whiny about it?! Seriously, I’ve read the whole script, it’s not that bad.”

“Technically yeah, it wasn’t, it’s just that—”

“Anyway, you should just practice for tomorrow. I need some beauty sleep, so I’m going to bed now. Cya~”

“Mommy, wait—”

Konatsu just straight up went to her room without bothering to listen what her son had to say. Shinnosuke, being left behind by his mama, continued crying in embarrassment and wondering what did he ever do wrong in his life to deserve this kind of treatment.

“KYAAAAAA, SHIN-CHAAAAN!!!”

“Be my Daddy!!”

“I’m gonna write a proposal to Yakumo the 9th so I can be his daughter-in-law!!”

“I LOVE YOOOUUUUUU!!!!”

Shinnosuke was still embarrassed, as he was waiting for his turn to perform behind the stage. But not because of all the fangirls’ cheering for him, since he’s already used to it ever since his debut. Heck, he never asked to be born beautiful, but God give him beauty anyways. It’s not his fault for having fabulous parents and grandparents, so why should protest? Better cherish God’s blessing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The real reason our dear young hero to be embarassed is because of that one hell of a cursed script Higuchi-sensei asked him to perform.

“Aye-aye, Big Bro!!!” Koyuki greeted him. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Despairing over my misery...” Shinnosuke answered with no happiness whatsoever on his face, only a mix of despair and shame.

“Eeeeeh? I thought you were waiting to perform!” the girl pouted.

“Yeah, that too, but mostly...... hhhhh...”

“What’s wrong???”

“You’ll see on the stage....”

“ ‘Kay then~”

As the shamisen started playing in the background, the curtain rose as everyone’s favorite ikemen was already on the stage.

“OMG SHIN-CHAAAAAAN!!!”

“KYAAAAAAAA!!!!”

“KIKUHIKO THE FIFTH!!!” some of the less crazy fans cheered as well.

“NDINGSFDMBNKGUIAHFGVBNIUJODHUYINTGUIGISDHNUYGAUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!” one of the fangirls actually passed out with froth coming out of her mouth.

“WE WANT MORE!!! WE WANT MORE!!! WE WANT MORE!!!” one of Koyuki’s friends jumped onto the fangirl bandwagon.

“Uh, but he hasn’t even started yet...” Koyuki replied to her friend.

“I DON’T CARE! WE WANT MORE!!! WE WANT MORE!!!”

Shinnosuke’s parents were also there. “THAT’S MY SON!!!” Yotaro claimed as he points at his son, while Konatsu just stayed chill.

“Thank you, thank you,” Shinnosuke waved to the audience fawning over him.

Then he sat down, still holding the fan that was a memento from his dad. “Uh, good morning, everyone,” he nervously greeted them.

“MORNING~!!!” the Yurakutei Kikuhiko V Fanclub members answered him.

Shinnosuke was lowkey irritated by them, but he continued anyways. “Anyway, um, I wanna share a fun fact with everyone here. So, uh... according to all known laws of aviation,there is no way a bee should be able to fly.”

The audience remain silent.

Koyuki scrunched her forehead. “Isn’t this...?”

“Yep,” Konatsu responded.

“Is this why he’s been wondering about his life priorities?”

“Yep.”

“Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground,” Shinnosuke was still performing his rakugo. “The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.”

The audience was still silent.

“Wait...” Koyuki mumbled to herself. “If that’s the case, then how do bees fly?”

Out of curiosity, Koyuki snatched her phone and then googled “how do bees fly”.

“What’re ya doin’?” Yotarou asked her daughter.

“They said bees aren’t supposed to be able to fly, so I googled why they still do,” she answered as she clicked the search result on the top.

“Can I see it?”

“Sure.”

Koyuki then showed the website she opened on her phone to her dad. “So according to this website... Basically they just flap their wings faster.”

“...That’s it?” Yotarou was underwhelmed.

“What do you mean “that’s it”?”

“I was... kinda expecting magic or something.”

“Magic doesn’t exist, Dad.”

“Then how do you explain rainbow?”

“Diffraction of light through moisture in the atmosphere.”

“...It’s a sad world you live in, daughter.”

“A perfect report card, all B’s,” Shinnosuke said in his performance. The audience bursted out laughing.

“Very proud.”

“Ma! I got a thing going here.”

“You got lint on your fuzz.”

“Ow! That’s me!”

“Wave to us! We’ll be in row 118.000.”

“Bye!” Shinnosuke waved his right hand while still holding his fan. The audience then laughed again.

“Well, Adam, today we are men.”

“We are!”

“Bee-men.”

“Amen!”

“That girl was hot.”

“She’s my cousin.”

“She is?”

“Yeah, we’re all cousins.”

“Right. You’re right.”

“How should I start it?” Shinnosuke cleaned his throat. “ “You like jazz?” No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool!”

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re talking.”

“Yes, I know.”

“You’re talking!”

“I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s OK. It’s fine. I know I’m dreaming... But I don’t recall going to bed.”

“Well, I’m sure this is very disconcerting.”

“Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.”

“You mean like this?” Shinnosuke made a creepy bear face as he smacked, threw, bit, and stepped on the cushion that’s supposed to be his seat. “Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows!”

Shinnosuke then fixed his cushion as he sat down on it. “OK, that's enough. Take him away.”

“So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me.”

“FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES!”

The audience then chanted along with him. Yotarou, Konatsu, Koyuki, his fangirls... well everyone. “FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES! FREE THE BEES!”

“The court finds in favor of the bees!”

“Vanessa, we won!”

“I knew you could do it! High-five!”

He clapped his hands, as if to pretend to high-five between two people. “Sorry.”

“I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time.”

“This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this.”

“What happened here?”

“There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious!”

“Is that another bee joke?”

“No!”

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number!”

“All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys.”

“I had virtually no rehearsal for that.”

Shinnosuke then bowed down to the audience, as they laughed like they were totally having the time of their lives. However, while bowing down, Shinnosuke’s face was as pale as snow—the white thingy his little sister’s name was based on. “Help me...” he whispered to God knows who. “Remind me to kick Higuchi-sensei’s butt later...”

Author’s note:

What am I doing with my life Okay, so um... am I doing this right? I mean, the sub-themes for Day 7 are supposedly afterlife, Alternate Universe, and/or reincarnation, so... does this count as an AU? And given that the kids are grown up now, I guess this kinda counts as epilogue... I guess??? Also the last sentence for Day 7 prompt says, “This is your tribute to the series and there are no limits to the imagination.” So I just decided to... do whatever the heck I wanted lmao. I only added the snippets of the Bee Movie script instead of the entirety to keep the fic from getting too long.

Heck, maybe some of you reading this are wondering why I’m just posting this... thing, while everyone else post actual quality content. But anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic (if you didn’t, it’s not your fault and I’m the one who’s extremely sorry) and feel free to leave some comments ^^