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Blue-pilled man [D.W]

Summary: Sophomore year of college and life is good-- until Bruce invites your family to Thanksgiving. Thankfully your boyfriend is there to distract you-- wait, boyfriend??? Pairing: Damian Wayne x male!reader WC: 9.3k

A glitch in the system is what you’d considered yourself. There wasn’t supposed to be anything special about you, the middle child born from the rare chance the birth control didn’t work. The failed plan B. The unimportant middle child in a large family living along the West Coast. You hadn’t been anyone special, you hadn’t done anything remarkable with your life.

You’d graduated high school and flew across the country to Gotham of all places. Low housing costs, honestly, was the only reason. You’d been going to Gotham University for what? Five or so months before you’d gotten an internship at Wayne Enterprise for your major in business. It was going fine, you met some other interns and made fast friends and went out with them as often as you could.

Which is probably where you fucked up. You’d gone out to someone’s birthday party in a club, fake IDs locked in. It was fun, from what you could remember. And you were all going to head out since it was a Sunday— poor choice, you know but you went to use the bathroom when someone shoved some blue pill into your mouth. But at the time you were too drunk to care about what it was. It tasted like a mint though, so you assumed that’s what it was and thanked them for the breath mint before heading to meet your friends in the Uber.

The next morning you woke up with a raging headache and the need to vomit. Unfortunately for you, you had a meeting with the Bruce Fucking Wayne. Apparently, he interviewed each intern a couple of months into their internship and it was your turn. Surprise!

But thankfully, it led to where you are now.

As a Junior in college, you like to think you’ve been doing this long enough to get the hang of it. You’ve also been granted off-campus housing. Which was fucking amazing. You lived with one person and get this… he’s Bruce Wayne’s son! Honestly, for a nepotism baby, he was cool.

Plus, he was Robin. So it made going out to fight crime at night so much easier, and his dad— your boss in more ways than one, always understood why you were late to work. But it also meant he called you whenever Robin was called in.

“Player!” Robin shouts as you leap from roof to roof, leaving an animated dust cloud after you. “Player!” He repeats this time his voice cutting through your comms. “You’re going the wrong way!” He groans and you land on the roof, confused. He watches as you tap in the air and a holographic map pops up, taking over your field of view.

“Oh, shit!” You say, tapping a button on the bottom of the map and it shoots back to the corner it came from. “My bad, Rob!” Tapping on your waist bag, you see a selection of food and swipe to find a glowing lollipop. “Heading your way now!” Popping the lollipop into your mouth, you feel a surge over you and look down at your boots. There’s a green glow on them and you nod to yourself before jumping to the roof that was closest to him.

He nods when he sees you following him, taking off towards the robbery happening at a local, beloved restaurant.

“You think they’ll be open tomorrow?” You ask, catching up to Robin just as the two of you jump down from the roof and land across the block from the restaurant. “I was thinking we get some of their food for dinner tomorrow.” He glances at you then sighs, heading towards the restaurant.

“Considering no one’s dead, yes.” He says once he's halfway across the block. You grin and catch up to him, already scanning through your inventory for where you kept handcuffs.

—

“Do you reckon I could be a mad scientist?” You ask Damian as you walk into his bedroom, not even looking up from your laptop. “Or could I get roped into a cult? Am I cult material?” Sitting on his bed, you tuck one leg under you and let the other dangle off of the bed. “I don’t think I’m cult material, I’m not easy to peer pressure,” You mutter.

“No,” He sighs, setting his own laptop down next to him but he doesn’t close it. “You couldn't be a mad scientist but you would get sucked into a cult.” Gasping, you look up at him and blink.

“Nuh-uh! How?” Crossing your arms, you sit properly on his bed and shut your laptop.

“You almost signed up for the Church of Scientology last week because they asked if you wanted to take a personality test. Every time you pass by a club that asks you to join, you sit on it for a week before declining because I remind you that you’re a full-time college student with a job and a vigilante!” He lists and you huff, throwing yourself onto his bed. “It’s not your fault, though. Growing up in an environment where you didn’t feel loved would lead to a person being more susceptible to a cult. They make you feel needed, wanted.” God, you hated that he had taken that psychology course.

“Ouch,” You mutter, resting your hands on your stomach. Looking over at him, you see he’s gone back to doing his work. “Do you want me?” You ask and he glances up at you before looking back to your laptop.

“In my room? Depends on my mood.” He shrugs.

“In your life, I mean.” He looks at you this time, his hands ready to close his laptop.

“I do,” He gives one strong nod. “Considering I agreed to live with you until we graduate, I would hope I’d… enjoy your company.” Smiling, you look back to the ceiling. His ceiling is bare, although you can see the marks from the times you’ve thrown sticky balls to the ceiling and pieces got left behind. You wonder why he hadn’t taken those off yet.

Damian’s room isn’t what you had expected it to be. He has various art materials set up around his room, an entire section of his room is dedicated to his pets like their beds and toys, and his walls are covered in various items. You see drawings, news clippings, posters of various famous people he enjoys, and a full-length mirror was nailed to the back of his door. He doesn’t have a rug, he says Alfred the cat likes to tear those up. But he does have a curtain that looks like a rug.

Not to mention his swords.

His bed is nice, too. Bruce had spared no expense furnishing the place, he’d gotten the best beds possible for the two of you. Damian preferred a firmer bed, he never liked the feeling of sinking into a bed and not being in control of that. He also needed space for his pets, since there was no rule about how many could sleep in his bed now that he no longer lived in the manor. Prior to moving in, you’d pegged him as a one-pillow type of guy. But he had an absolute mountain of pillows, most of which he didn’t even use.

Tapping on the transparent food icon that was always in the corner of your eye, you watch as your inventory materializes above your body. You widen the bar into a grid and scroll until you reach a water bottle.

“Want one?” You ask. “They’re cold.” He hums and you pluck two water bottles out from the bar and toss one to him. Of course, being Damian, he catches it without looking up from his work and you roll your eyes.

“Thank you,” He says as you close out your food inventory.

Honestly, major fucking thank you to that blue pill guy. Whatever was in it had made you into your very own video game character. You could even change your appearance! It was so fucking cool, you could find random items lying around and literally create a bomb in two seconds!

Not that you’ve ever done that.

Sitting up, you take a slow sip of the water as Ace trots over to you and lifts his paw. Grinning, you pat the bed and he jumps up, bumping his nose to your arm as a greeting before curling up at Damian’s side. He glances down at his dog and mindlessly pets him along his spine.

“Have you studied yet?” He asks, lifting his eyes from his screen to meet yours for a brief moment. Capping the bottle, you toss it back into your inventory and lean back on his bed.

“A little,” You admit. “Between jobs and class, I haven’t had time. Was gonna during break, though.” He raises an eyebrow and you shove his foot. “Sorry some of us won’t be visiting family and will have an entire week to do nothing!”

“Oh, and where do you think you’re staying?” He asks, finally fully closing his laptop and setting it on his nightstand.

“Here,” You shrug as if the answer was obvious.

“Father wants you at the manor, he’s invited you to Thanksgiving,” This is news to you. Looking at him, you see Damian is looking at you before he turns his attention back to Ace. He’s old, you note. He’s gotten the powered face and you’re pretty sure he’s been sleeping on the sofa while watching late-night game shows. He even snores now.

“Oh, thanks so much for the heads up!” Scratching his backside, Ace’s leg kicks and you chuckle. His eyes crack open when you stop and he moves to nudge your hand, letting out a small howl.

“Don’t be cruel, he’s old.” Damian gestures to the dog who’s doing his best to look like he’s about to cry. Where he learned that, you’ll never know. But you lay down properly on the bed and continue to pet him. Damian pets his head, and you just barely register that he probably doesn’t want you to smash his pillows underneath you. Adjusting yourself, you look around for Alfred.

He’s awake in his cat tree, but his tail is slowly swishing in the air. A little harshly, you might add.

“Someone’s jealous,” You joke, and Damian follows where you’re looking. “Come and get pet, Alfred!” The cat lets out a chipper merwl and leaps from his place on the tree and onto the floor. There are two small thumps, one from the front paws hitting the floor and the second from the back paws. Alfred flicks his tail as he lands before jumping onto the bed in one big jump.

He nudges your free hand and when you lift it, crawls underneath forcing you to pet along his back before he settles on your chest. One thing about cats is that despite their small size, when they’re sitting directly over your ribcage they all but quadruple in weight.

“Ow,” You bite back a groan, closing one eye and slowly easing onto Damian’s pillows. “Lay down, please,” Whispering to Alfred, he blinks and then plops down as if his bones had just gone away. Chuckling, you pet wherever he asks and close your eyes.

“Fathers texted,” Damian mutters, shifting down on the bed so he could comfortably lie down. “We’re patrolling tomorrow,”

“Thank god, not tonight,” You huff, looking down at Alfred whose content on your chest. He’s purring loudly, and his front paws are neatly tucked under his body while his lower half is splayed out to the side. His eyes don’t leave your face, though. They’re half-lidded like he’s fighting sleep and you see his head rocking a bit. Scratching his forehead, he pushes his head further into your fingers and gives one lick before laying his head flat on your chest.

“He likes you too much,” Damian chides. “He’s a traitor!” Alfred doesn’t miss a beat as he rolls to turn his back to Damian, letting out the loudest sigh he can muster in his very tiny body.

“He’s a baby!” You protest. “Ain’t that right, Alfie?” In response, Alfred flicks his tail once, slowly lowering it back down to your stomach. “See,” Looking over at Damian, you see him watching his cat with an almost envious glare before he looks at you.

“You know it took me five hours to train him?” He asks as Ace gets up and jumps off of the bed. You watch for a second as he paws the door open before slipping into the hallway. Damian scoots a bit closer and raises his hand to pet Alfred. “He was totally feral before me.”

“Ah, so he was you before Bruce?” The tease is clear in your voice, your eyebrows wiggling and your chest shakes a little bit when you see his reaction.

“I wasn’t feral,” He bites, looking over at you.

“You stabbed your brothers,” You softly remind him and he scoffs, laying his head down on the same pillow you were using. But neither of you seems to notice or care.

“If they could get stabbed by a ten-year-old, they deserved it.”

Alfred stands up, his back rising to comical heights before he spawns and stretches over to Damian.

“Traitor,” You frown, rolling to your side and watching as he lays down on Damian, his tail curling under his body.

“He knows where home is,” Damian jokes, making you scoff.

“I’m gonna go take a shit,” You mutter and press a kiss to Damian’s forehead. Somewhere in your mind, it was intended for Alfred, but you missed it and didn’t realize it until you were at the door.

“I don’t mind,” Damian said when he noticed you had paused at the door.

“…Okay…” You hum and leave his room. It’s not like you’ll make a habit out of it.

—

A week later you’re both in the apartment's living room, Damian is busy working on this art project he’s been working on and you’re cramming for your last final of the semester. You’re sure if you read another word in that stupid textbook you’re going to explode and huff, slamming it shut before tossing it onto the pile that had amassed on the floor.

You need to do something else. Looking towards the kitchen you squint, food? No. Sighing, you look towards Damian. He’s focused on his drawing, you’d hate to disturb him. Your attention drifts down to your phone that’s vibrating on the coffee table.

Perfect timing.

You grab your phone and stand up before leaning down to kiss Damian’s cheek and say a quick “Call,” before heading into the kitchen to fix yourself a snack.

Okay, so habits quickly form, according to your track record.

Apparently, anytime either one of you leaves a room, you announce it with a kiss on the cheek or forehead— whichever is closer, and then the location. You’d actually grown to be fond of it. And it didn’t really affect your previous relationship with him. If anything, you spent more time with Damian now. Which seemed impossible considering you go to the same college, live in the same place, work at the same place, and fight crime together.

But, still. It’s just bros being bros.

“Hello?” You answer the call just before it stops ringing. Slipping the phone between your shoulder and ear, you open the fridge and lean inside for a better look. God, you need to go grocery shopping soon.

“God! I’ve been calling you for twenty minutes!” A woman shouts from the other end and you pull the phone from your ear and check the caller ID. It’s not saved and you don’t recognize it. Probably the wrong number.

“Who is this?” You ask, grabbing the butter tub and opening it. Yogurt-covered fruits. Jackpot. You set the tub on the counter and reach for a nearby bowl.

“Your mother! Hello, this is (Y/n), right?” Standing up straight, you disregard the fruit and rush into the living room and wave to get Damian’s attention. He doesn’t notice and you almost shout at him; he’s Robin and he can’t tell when his best friend is literally silently calling out for help five feet away?

“Hey, mom!” He looks up at that, slowly setting his pencil and sketchbook down. He mouths something but you don’t catch it between your blinking and pacing. “How’d you— how are you?” You cringe, biting your fist to stop yourself from speaking.

“Horrible! Where are you? We’re in Gotham,” She huffs and you whip around to Damian, eyes wide and you’re so close to lowering yourself into a squat and banging your head on the table.

“You’re here! In Gotham!” Damian sits up properly, motioning for you to put it on speaker and you do, setting the phone on the table. “How long are you here?” You ask, tugging your hands down your face.

“Two months,” Your mother answers and you swear you almost passed out right then and there. “Ujjwal, no! That place looks like it has bedbugs,” She huffs and your step-father starts to complain in Hindi. “Where are you?” She asks over the complaining. “We’re coming over!”

“I dorm, actually!” You quickly spit out, covering your mouth immediately afterward.

“Ah, why don’t you have an apartment yet?” Your step-father asks. “You know, your sister, Nadia has a house.” He says, forgetting the fact that Nadia was 27 and had won the lottery before moving to the countryside and buying her own house with her roommate since elementary school.

“I know, abbā.” You strain.

“I still don’t know why he went to Gotham for college,” He mutters and you wouldn’t have heard it had it not been for them being on speaker.

“Come meet us!” Your mom demands. “We’re in front of Gotham Bright Hotel! Diana is tired.”

“I’m busy, mom.”

“Nonsense, come and pick us up!” She huffs.

You at Damian, silently telling him see, crazy! He nods and thinks for a second before grabbing the TV remote and hurriedly opening YouTube.

“I’m studying and I’m pretty busy,” You repeat, watching as he looks up Fire Alarm noises. “Just stay there. I heard it’s a go—“ The video plays and you thank god there wasn’t an ad and it’s loud enough to seem real. “Sorry, abbā, mom, I gotta go! Fire drill,” Hanging up, you sigh and press your forehead to the cold table.

“Why are they in Gotham?” He asks, stopping the video.

“Fuck if I know,” You grumble into the wood. “I should get a new number…” Sitting down, you stare at your phone and groan. It’s not worth it. “I’m gonna take a nap, don’t wake me up until the sun comes up, please.” Getting up, you kiss his cheek and head to your room.

—

It doesn’t take long for you to bump into your family. The very next day, in fact. Dick had all but begged you and Damian to come along with him and the rest of the Waynes to go and check out the tree they put in front of Gotham City Hall every year. Like the New York tree. Just way smaller and probably will be stolen before Christmas.

You’re next to Damian, your hands stuffed into your big coat and your chin trying to retreat into your scarf watching as the crane lowers the tree. It’s already decorated in yellow and red ornaments, There’s some Gotham Vigilante ornaments, too, you note and grin when you see your insignia.

“It looks nice,” You chitter to Damian who looks over at you. He laughs at your state and moves in front of you to fix your scarf. You watch him as he carefully unwraps it and measures it to an equal length. He does it incredibly fast and you hope one day you’re as good as him with— everything really.

He looks back up at you and carefully draws the middle in front of your neck. He has to lean a bit forward to wrap the material around your neck but he doesn’t mind the fact that you can see your breaths mixing with the small gap he created. You don’t either, though. His fingers graze your neck as he tucks the scarf into itself before he admires his work and nods.

“Thanks,” With a noticeably less chatter of your teeth Damian is satisfied with his work and stands next to you again. You peer over at Dick who’s grinning ear to ear, watching the tree and putting his phone back into his pocket.

“He’s like a kid or something,” You laugh and Damian follows your eyes.

“He’s up to something,” He shakes his head and glares at his brother. Feeling the glare, Dick looks over at the two of you and waves his hand wildly. “Suspicious,” Damian confirms to himself. You roll your eyes and look back to the tree. There are some people helping set it in place as it’s lowered. Hopefully, there are no bombs in it this year.

“(Y/n)?” Several heads turn to the voice and you see your younger sister grinning and rushing over to you. She’s dressed in a fancy blue winter coat, the one with a small cape on the shoulders and white fur along the edges.

“Diana…!” Behind her, you see some other family members. Your parents, both your step-parents, your siblings, and two cousins with their mom. “Oh my god.” You whisper. In truth, you probably should’ve expected they’d be there. That’s your fault.

“We should run.” You tell Damian and he considers it. But your mother must be the flash with how fast she’s in front of you.

“Where’s your hat? And you don’t have gloves!” She immediately says while removing her gloves and holding your face for a second. She removes her hands as you try not to move away from her grip, then places the back of her head to your forehead then your ears. “You’re going to get sick!”

“Is this your mother?” Bruce smiles as he stands behind you.

“Yes,” You nod, putting your hands in your pocket.

“I’m Bruce,” He introduces himself and holds his hand out. It doesn’t click fast for the others, but for Diana it does.

“Like Bruce Wayne? So, you’re Damian Wayne, right?”

Diana’s eyes gleam as she asks and for some reason, it leaves a bad feeling in your mouth. You don’t like the way she looks at him and the idea of her touching him makes you angry. He notices, you don’t know how, and places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yes.” He nods. “And you are?” Her smile falters for a second and her eyes dart to you for a second. She composed herself and removed her hands from her pocket.

“Diana, his sister!” She holds her hand out for him as the rest of your family catches up. “He must’ve talked about me a bunch!” She flashes a grin to you.

“Not at all.” He shakes his head and turns to the rest of your family. You hide a grin and he shakes their hands, he already knows their names and he’s seen their faces before so it’s just a formality on his end.

“I had already invited (Y/n) to Thanksgiving,” Bruce starts, getting everyone’s attention back to him. “Would you like to join?”

Oh god no. Please.

Damian looks over at his father with barely hidden distaste as you stare at nothing. You know they’ll jump at the chance. They’ll ruin everything.

“We’d love to!” Your father says as your stepmother nods in agreement. The rest of your family agrees and maybe it’s the cold air that makes it hard to breathe but for some reason, you can’t. You blink, trying to take in as much as possible but it’s hard and you’re sure you don’t have asthma. Not anymore at least. Subconsciously, you tug at your earlobe to try and calm down.

“We need to leave now, though.” Damian cuts off your step-father as he’s about to speak. “We have finals to study for. It was nice meeting you.” He grabs your wrist from your ear and tugs you after him; you follow him without hassle until you’re back at the car Bruce had driven in.

“I truly do not understand father's thinking. Inviting them without consulting with you was a brash and out-of-character thing for him to do.” He frowns, unlocking the car with the keys he snagged from Bruce’s pocket. You used to wonder how he did it, but you’ve learned to not truly question him and his methods. Just hope he teaches you then one day.

“Yeah,” Is the only thing you manage to say. Only Damian really knew about your family, the others just knew you weren’t very close with them.

It was one night, you figured. You’ll be fine.

—

Bruce had requested everyone be at the manor before noon, which to Damian reads as being at the manor by nine. It’s less than a two-hour drive from your apartment to the manor, so you had to be up since four in the fucking morning. Which, honestly, you didn’t mind all that much.

It was a little homey just sitting with Damian in the living room and the sun wasn’t up yet, and then taking turns getting ready. It was nice. Different too. It almost distracted you from the fact that you were about to see your family.

“Is this okay?” You ask Damian as you enter his room, tugging at the hem of your sweater. He was already dressed, in a simple black shirt and brown pants but he made it look expensive. You felt stupid and like someone pretending to be important. God, your pants didn’t even fit right! You should probably go and change, find something from one of the gala’s you’ve attended.

“You look perfect,” He says as he removes your hands from the hem and locks your hands together to stop you from leaving. “Cuff the ends of your pants, perhaps.” He adds offhandedly. You frown and look behind him. He has a small bag packed and you look back at him.

“I don’t wanna go,” You whisper, searching his face for a sign that he’ll agree and you’ll both stay in your apartment for the night. You won’t have to see your family and probably finally block them. He won’t have to deal with his brothers. It’s a win-win situation.

“Take this opportunity,” He says and lets go of one of your hands to grab his bag from his bed. “Show them how good you’re doing. You’re basically a Wayne, you’re above them in every way possible.” Shouldering his bag, he guides you to your room and hands you your bag.

“But…” You bite your cheek and take the bag. “What if… I dunno— I do something stupid! I slip up and reveal everything… I’m probably better off just sitting there. Diana will do most of the talking anyway.” You huff the last part. “Did you see the way she acted? I mean, she definitely toned down the spoiled and entitled energy but still. She’ll probably try and get with you, too.” His face scrunches at the thought and it makes you laugh.

“You should know she’s far from my type.” He says as he checks his phone and you don’t really understand but you pretend you do.

“Can you grab Alfred? Pennyworth is here.” Humming, you enter the living room and grab the carrier that Alfred is less than happy to be in from the table. You try and keep him as stable as possible while Damian gets Titus and the two of you head out. He locks the door and you add an extra measure from your toolbar before going to the elevator.

“You’ll be fine,” He swears as the two of you step inside. There’s no one else in the elevator seeing how early in the day it is and all the students have already gone home. “Besides, I’m sure one of my moronic brothers will do something embarrassing and do all the talking for us. And Pennyworth has promised knafeh.”

“I love knafeh,” He grins and steps out of the elevator.

“That’s why I asked him to make it.” And they call him a demon.

Following Damian, you spot Alfred waiting in front of the car with a warm smile.

“Good morning, Mr. Pennyworth,” You greet him while giving him a one-armed hug.

“Good morning, Mr. (L/n),” He pats your back then moves to open the car door. “Young Master Damian,” He nods and Damian nods back. The two of you scoot into the car and you set the cage in front of your legs. Alfred meows when he realizes he’s going back to the manor and begins to scratch at the bottom of the cage.

“I’m sure he misses the open space,” You comment, trying to peer down inside of the cage but you can only lean down so far without fearing you’d break your back.

“Alfred is truly a pampered cat,” Pennyworth says as he enters the car. “Buckle up.”

The ride is spent with you and Damian discussing random topics from your next patrol to your finals. He had even gotten Alfred to join in on the topic and the two of them all but yelled at you to study for your finals. Eventually, you did cave and promised them you would and you just know Damian is going to hold you to that.

“Now,” Alfred sighs as he parks the car in front of the door to the manor. “I have to retrieve your family along with Master Dick. Do not tell the others this, but I trust you two the most in the kitchen. Could you please continue my preparations?”

“Of course, Alfie!” You grin while Damian just nods. Alfred smiles and looks at the two of you through the rearview mirror.

“Thank you, I have a list on the fridge. Simply follow it until I get back.” With the promise not to fuck anything up, the two of you head into the manor and quickly put your things into his room and let Alfred out.

“You’re better with a knife,” You mutter as you read over the list on the fridge. A list probably isn't even the right word for it. It’s four pages long and double-sided, explains what’s being made and the steps to make it and you’re not sure that’s even all of the papers he’s created. Alfred tends to go big for Thanksgiving, you think it’s because the Wayne’s hadn’t been a big family until Bruce got addicted to taking in kids. Not to mention now your family was joining. “I’ll season the food.”

Damian peers over at the list as you move to wash your hands and sees that everything has a time next to it, they’re already a little behind schedule so he’ll need to work quickly. He’s sure that the two of you can catch everything back up to speed and hopefully allow Alfred some breathing room.

It’s vegetables after vegetables for Damian. He’s sure he’s cut up an entire acre of carrots and onions by the time he sees the two cars pull up to the manor. You, on the other hand, are having fun mixing and mashing various foods. You just hoped it was to Alfred’s standards.

You see both of the cars pull up and take that as your sign to wrap up whatever you’re doing and you wash your hands.

“I’m a pro fucking chef,” You grin at Damian as he sets the last of the stuff he chopped into a bowl next to the sink.

“It smells good.” He agrees, watching as the cars pull to a stop just long enough for everyone to get out. Your family piles out of the cars and you cringe as Diana is quick to insist on a family photo. You, of course, are not included in it but that’s nothing new. That fact doesn’t do anything to satiate your mood, though.

“Bathroom,” You say as you kiss his cheek and head down the hallway. He watches with a frown before he wipes his hands on the kitchen towel and decides he’s not going to greet your family at the door.

He stops at the first-floor bathroom and hears the faucet running. He knocks on the door once with his index knuckle and hears the water stop running.

“I’m going to be in the family library,” Looking up from your spot on the top of the toilet, you wipe your face and clear your throat.

“Okay, be there in a second.”

—

Entering the family library, you’re glad your family wasn’t inside just yet. They were probably still taking pictures in front since god knows how many individual and group pictures they like to take. Damian is sitting on the middle couch, Titus and Ace are sandwiching him together but Ace moves when he sees you. Like he knows you’re going to sit there.

It makes you smile and you greet Tim who’s on a chair, he gives a small wave without pulling his head out of his laptop. You wonder what case he’s working on, has to be important if Bruce couldn’t force him to keep it in his room. The others aren’t downstairs yet, so it’s just the three of you in the room.

Damian moves his left arm to the top of the sofa as you sit down and only when you’re comfortable does he move it to lay across your shoulders. He doesn’t do that often, but whenever he does it’s a welcomed interaction. You lean into his touch, just a little.

You hear them enter the manor, but you’re more focused on the fact that he started to play with the hair on the base of your scalp. He’s probably doing it on purpose, but you don’t care; you’re glad he does because you didn’t even realize they had entered the library until you felt him greet them. His shoulder bounces a bit as he nods to them.

“Oh,” Nadia says and you look over at her. She says it in the same way you’d say oh when you catch onto something. But you’re not sure what she’s caught onto. Her roommate, Kendall, waves with her fingers and you wave back. “Hey, squirt.” Your eyes turn back to your sister and her hand that twitches to grab Kendall’s.

“There you are!” Her hand snaps back to her side as your mother speaks. You sit up straight as you see your mother, you don’t know why. But it felt wrong leaning on Damian with your family there, you’ve never felt that way before. “Why didn’t you greet us at the door?” Your mother asks.

“I was busy.” You say, looking over your family. “How was the ride?”

“No one shot at us,” Your cousin laughs, throwing himself onto one of the sofas. You cringe, watching the wood bend at the sheer force he’d thrown himself down with. “But there was this one lady with the only gyatt!” He says and oh my god, you’d forgotten he was a middle school boy.

“How’s school going?” Your step-mother asks, sitting in your father's lap. Your mother eyes them and you try not to as well, but you’ve never liked them together. She’s twenty-five, hardly old enough to be with a man in his fifties.

“Good,” You hum.

“So,” Diana grins as she crosses her leg over her right. “Damian, what’s it like— living in Gotham? I bet it’s scary.” She’s sitting on the sofa next to the one you’re on, but closer to Damian. You bet if your folks weren’t in the rooms she’d try and reach for his hand. You try and not to focus on that.

“It’s not,” He shrugs.

“Really?” She grins. “Because I was thinking of transferring to Gotham University!” She says and Damian’s fingers twitch along your back.

“It’s not scary for me, someone who isn’t used to life here will never make it.” He quickly adds and she frowns.

“It can’t be that hard,” She waves her hand to you. “I mean, (Y/n) is doing fine and he’s… him!” She laughs as she says that and you look at your parents, they’re clearly listening to the conversation but as per usual, no one will ever stop Diana.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Damian asks while leaning forward in his seat.

“There you two are!” Dick shouts as he runs into the library. His eyes look between the two of you and he makes the same face he does when he sees a cute dog.

“Richard.” Damian greets.

“Kori!” You gasp and rush over to the woman as she walks into the room. Damian grumbles something but stands up and follows after you. “Oh my god, Dick didn’t mention you were coming.” You glare at him but he holds his hands up.

“We wanted to keep it a surprise,” She laughs and holds onto his shoulder. “His father has the baby.” Two months ago, Kori had given birth to their daughter, Mari. You had yet to meet her, but Dick made sure to spam-send you photos whenever he could.

“Aw!” You frown. “Why does that old man get to see the baby first?” Damian hides his laughter and you nudge his side with your hip.

“Because she’s my grandchild,” Bruce says as he walks in behind them. He walks next to Kori and you see her swaddled in a purple blanket, sound asleep.

“And I’m the godfather!” You remind him, looking down at Mari.

“As am I,” Damian reminds you and you roll your eyes, waving your hand at him.

“Can I hold her?” You whisper, afraid you’d wake her up. Bruce nods and you grin, helping him slide Mari into your arms. “She’s so small,” Turning to Damian, he holds your shoulder with one hand, and the other scoops under the hand that holds Mari’s head. He’s trying not to smile in front of Dick but you can see it.

“She has your hair, Richard.” He notes, turning to his brother as he puts his phone back into his pocket as quickly as possible. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t broach the topic.

“And her mother's eyes,” Dick smiles at his wife.

“Let’s sit,” Bruce says and you nod, unable to look away from Mari in fear of dropping her. Damian guides you back to your seats and you slowly lower yourself onto the couch.

“She’s less fragile than you think,” He softly reminds you and you finally look away from her. Damian looks away from Mari and looks at you, his eyes flickering across your face before they settle on your eyes.

“She’s so small, though.” You frown and he nods, moving some of your hair from your face. “Wanna hold her?”

“Wish Jay took that much of an interest in her.” Dick frowns, watching the two of you. “First grandchild of the family!”

“Hopefully only grandchild for a while,” Bruce says as he unbuttons his jacket to sit comfortably.

“I doubt you’ll have a baby problem anytime soon.” Tim laughs, finally putting his laptop away. “Dickie is the only one of us to date a woman.” Dick laughs and Bruce genuinely has to think about it. Had he raised a home filled with gay people? Did he make kids gay? He’s one for four at the moment but he sort of wishes Duke and Cas would even the scores out a bit. No— he’s zero for five. He corrects himself, remembering Dick’s boyfriend from a few years back.

“Not true,” You cross your arms, oblivious to Bruce’s spiral. “Steph—“

“You know what I meant!” He rolls his eyes. “He’s the only guy in this family who’s dated a woman.”

“No,” You shake your head while looking at Damian. “Didn’t you date uh… what’s her name? Nika?” He looks almost offended that you said that.

“(Y/n), she’s gay.” He corrects.

“Alexis?”

“She was delusional.”

“Emiko?”

“Friends.”

“Maxinne?”

“Friends. Why do you think I’ve dated these women?” The man himself walks into the library with Alfred.

“…Jason…” You admit and he gives you a Are you fucking serious look. Jason looks confused for a second but he can get a hint of what’s happening based on Damian and Dick’s face.

“You believed Todd to tell you the truth of my love life?” He stresses and now you feel stupid.

“When you say it like that!” You huff, turning your head away from him. “I mean he also said you dated Jon.”

“And that didn’t give you a sign he was lying?” He chuckles.

“So, are you single?” Your mother asks and you catch Diana pretending not to listen but she leans in closer.

“No.” Damian answers in a tight tone and you frown.

“No?” You echo and he looks at you, bewildered.

“No shot,” Jason laughs, his head tilted. “You two with me.” He points between the two of you and you look between his family, a similar look spreading across their faces. What the fuck is going on? But you follow Jason after Damian handed Mari back to Dick. He doesn’t look happy, you note as he walks two paces ahead of you; something he hardly ever does.

Jason guided the two of you into a smaller library that Bruce uses when he’s having meetings. You stand on the carpet while Damian stands close to the fireplace.

“Damian,” Jason says as he closes the doors. “Are you single?”

“No.” He snaps.

“(Y/n),” He turns to you. “Are you single?”

“Yes…?” You trail. “Why?”

“Figure it out!” Jason laughs and then leaves the room. Staring at the door, you sigh and sit on the couch, leaning your arms on your legs.

“(Y/n),” Damian calls. “Why didn’t you tell your family we’re together?” His voice is smaller than before and he doesn’t look at your face, like he’s ashamed.

“We’re what?” You shout, your head snapping over to him. “Dude, since when?” He realizes it then and now it makes sense.

“You kissed me.” He stresses and sits down across from you.

“Yeah, on the cheek!” You roll your hand. “That’s normal and totally not romantic!” He crosses his arms and you shrink into your seat under his gaze.

“Do you kiss all of your friends?” He asks, an eyebrow raised in the air. You humor it for a second, thinking about kissing one of your college friends on the cheek like you did with him. It seemed gross, wrong. As if it was some sort of violation. That those kisses between you and Damian were sacred and to even think about it with someone else was somehow an act against god.

“Well, no,” You blink down to the floor.

“Then why me?” He asks. You don’t understand at that moment, but when you look back on the conversation you realize he was guiding you to an answer you already knew.

“I mean, it just feels right with you.” Looking back at him, he’s smiling and his eyes are bright. “But I’ve never liked a guy before.” You admit, taking in a deep breath. “I dunno how to be in a gay relationship.”

“It’s the same as any other relationship.” He reassures you. “If that’s what you want.” He adds, holding your hand. You look at your hands together and smile. Do you want that?

You imagine yourself, going on dates with him and announcing each other as your boyfriend. Kissing him. Like actually kissing him. And it makes your face hurt with how much you’re smiling. You’re giddy, like some kid with a crush and you feel stupid for not putting two and two together sooner.

“I think I do.” You look at him and hold his hand back. “I do.” You nod. “I want that— this.”

“Good,” He sighs, his shoulders relaxing. “Because my family already knows.” He admits and you look at the door. Jason is probably still there, listening and reporting back to the others.

“Do you want other people to know?” You ask. “I know you consider your private life… private.”

“I would love nothing more than to introduce you as my partner.” He says, his thumb rubbing against your flesh.

“If I knew you liked me this much before I would’ve made a move sooner,” You laugh, looking between his eyes. He rolls his eyes and stands up, pulling you with him.

Once you’re on your feet, he holds you by your hips and you don’t exactly know what to do with your hands. You settle on holding his waist, you’ve never realized just how toned he was.

“Can I?” He asks, bringing his left hand up to brush against your bottom lip. Understanding what he’s asking, your heart hammers in your chest as you nod. “Use your words, Habibi.”

“Yes.” You nod feverishly and he dips in without a second thought. His left hand cups your face, trying to pull you closer and you’re doing the same with his waist. Digging into his skin, you’re sure your lips are going to bruise with how needy you’re kissing him. It’s almost shameful how easily you’re crumbling under his touch. Your stomach is doing tricks that only Dick could perform and for some reason, you don’t know why you didn’t do this sooner.

Never has a kiss felt this good, this right. His right hand moves from your hip and travels up, surely messing up your shirt but that’s a worry for another time. You can only focus on how it’s now holding the back of your head, his nails dragging across your scalp and you can’t help the noise that comes out.

“Oh?” He utters against your lips. You laugh and take the time to catch your breath, looking between his eyes, listening to your shared panting.

“Again?” You’re almost pleading, your eyes stuck on his lips.

“Of course.” This kiss is different, it’s less of a release and more of a we have all the time in the world now type of kiss. It’s slow and it’s tender, you feel all the details in his lips and how yours moves against his. This one feels like a hum you’ve known all your life and it’s wonderful.

This time, your hands find his hair and you don’t realize it, but you’re dragging your nails across his scalp and playing with his hair. He does, though. It makes his heart hammer and he moans into the kiss, unable to do anything but focus on you.

“Alright, that’s enough!” Jason says as he opens the door. Without breaking the kiss, you open your hot bar and with pure muscle memory, grab the water gun and spray him until he leaves. Damian laughs, pulling away from the kiss, and looks at Jason who’s trying to avoid getting sprayed but it seems like Damian’s rubbed off on you more than you realize it because damn, even when he moves you’re still hitting him!

He looks back to you and you’re still looking at him, your pupils blown wide and he can feel the light panting coming from you. Your lips are glossy, coating in both of your spit and he’s sure his are too. He can get used to that.

“We should head back,” He reasons, lowering your water gun. “Before father sends Grayson and he starts crying like before.” Throwing the gun back into your hot bar, you give him a questioning look. “When I announced we were dating… he cried.”

“You’re joking?”

“Unfortunately not.” He rolls his eyes and stands up straight, fixing his clothes and his hair. You do the same while Jason is going on about cleaning up the water and having to change. There’s no water on the floor, you note as you walk out of the library. None on the walls either. Every single one of them hit Jason.

Back in the family library, you return to your seats and Tim is the first to notice both of your elated moods. It’s more visible on you, but it’s harder to spot with Damian. It’s more of a feeling he gets, his face is as neutral as he can be when he’s around you but he’s so clearly happy. His steps are different, he imagines if he had less dignity he’d skip around the manor. The two of you settle in your seats and he’s pleasantly surprised to see you lean into Damian without a care of who else is in the room.

He’d gotten the text, along with every other sibling from the NO BRUCE!!! group chat. Jason, only seconds after closing the door had told everyone that you didn’t know of your own relationship. Safe to say you knew now.

Tim looks at your family and the only happy one seems to be Nadia. She’s a somber type of happy, though. She’s happy for you, but she can’t bring herself to be half as bold as you are and it hurts. Diana is trying to wrap her head to a different conclusion, she’s holding onto hope that you’ll be pushed away. It almost makes him laugh. Your older brother is in his own world, as he’s always been. He’s quiet, hardly noticeable but it seems to be on his own devices as he had picked the furthest seat from everyone.

But it seems to be from more of an air of misplaced pride than anything. His nose is turned up and he’s wearing an expensive suit. But it’s clearly not his, Tim would know. If there’s the money to splurge on that type of suit there’s always a tailor to get the proportions right.

Then there’s your half-sibling, from your father's side. She’s around ten and he wonders just when did your parents separated. Then he remembers there’s a seventeen-year age gap between the oldest and the youngest of your siblings. She’s sleeping, her head on her father's shoulder and the forgotten iPad discarded on her lap, about to fall off and hit the carpet.

Your father sees the two of you and looks at your mother who’s trying to keep her calm around the company— rich company at that. Tim doesn’t know why, but if he were them, he would at least try and pretend as if he’s happy for the relationship. Their son was dating the richest bachelor in the world and could very possibly give them a comfortable life. But he doesn’t think they see the bigger picture.

And yet, despite the clear disgust throughout your family, no one says a single word. The entire library is silent save for Mari and the two of you, talking as if no one else is in the room.

He wants to gag.

“Kids,” Bruce says as he sits straight in his seat. “Could you leave us for a moment? I’d like a word with the adults.”

“Half of us are adults,” You chide and he gives you a look.

“A word with the parents.” He corrects.

“I’m still in, baby!” Dick silently cheers to not wake Mari. But it only makes Bruce sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

“A word with (Y/n)’s parents and aunt. Alone.” He stresses. Curious as to what he’s up to, and mostly afraid of what’s going to happen while you’re gone, you open your hot bar without causing too much attention to yourself. The Hotbar is only visible to yourself, so no one sees the vast list of gadgets you pull up and quickly find the listening device Tim created.

“Don’t need to ask me twice,” You grumble and stand up, pulling Damian up after you.

Jason and Tim are already out of the room, there any fewer interactions and they’ll jump at the opportunity. Dick and Kori, despite wanting to enjoy the snow in the yard with the others, retreat to Dick’s room to nap while Mari is sleeping.

You hold the door open for your siblings and cousin, but Damian sees you place the device on the door and raises an eyebrow

“(Y/n),” Bruce says in a low tone. Of course, he’d seen it, too.

“Gotta go!” You urge and slip out of the room.

—

Diana, alone in the yard as her family had drifted away, finds herself bored and honestly, she’s at Wayne Manor and she just has to show off. She hasn’t posted the pictures yet, she still needs to edit them so no one knows she’s there. And she’s sure her followers would love to see a snowy Wayne manor.

Thankfully, the wifi was stable enough in the backyard that the connection for her Instagram Live was crystal clear.

She waits until she sees five digits on the view counter before he even starts speaking.

“Hey, guys!” She waves at her phone. “Bruce Wayne invited my family to his manor for Thanksgiving! Super grateful for that,” She nods towards the large manor and then at the comments, begging to see the man in question. “He’s inside, talking to my parents. But his kids are here too! I think Damian went into the maze…” She looks off to the green hedges coated in a thick layer of snow. “I’ll go and find him.”

She flips the camera around, and her viewers watch as she walks inside. She doesn’t notice right away, but nearly gasps when she sees she has just over two million people watching. Maybe you are good for something, she almost laughs.

It takes about twenty minutes of aimlessly walking before she finds the center of the maze. The two million viewers had gone down to just a million but she’ll take it.

“I think that’s it,” She mutters, seeing a clearing of bushes. It’s incredibly cold, so she’s shivering and her teeth are chattering but she can’t blame herself! She’s not used to snow. “There’s Damian!” She whispers, seeing his head of hair sitting on a bench. Pointing her phone in that direction, she decides it’s better to hide herself and look through her phone.

From what people can see, Damian is sitting next to someone. They can’t tell until she turns the phone a bit more and it’s you. Gotham citizens know you, of course. Over the past couple of years, everyone in Gotham knows the two of you are friends but no one really cares to post about it.

She rolls her eyes, of course, you’re still stuck to his side. The two of you are talking, but you’re too far away for Diana to hear the conversation. You’re laughing, though and Damian is explaining something. Your laughter slows down and the two of you just sorta of look at each other.

Damian asks something and you scoff, looking away before he grabs your chin and leans in. The viewer count is going up and before Diana can fully process what’s happening, the two of you are kissing. Honestly, she’s furious! You knew she liked him, she’s sure of that. This— whatever game you’re playing is just to get at her. She’s sure of it. But she can’t act on it, the views are around eight million and she doesn't want Damian to think she’s crazy.

He’s holding you dearly, it’s the gentlest he’s ever touched a person before and you’re proud to say you’ll be his first and only.

His lips detach for yours and trail down to your chin.

“Habibi,” He mutters and you shudder, feeling the vibrations against your neck. Honestly, at that moment you genuinely could not give a single fuck about your family. About their feelings towards you, about the ways they treated you growing up, and about them. As people. Each and every one of them, none of them could ever compare to this.

Thank that blue-pilled man, seriously.

#x male reader #x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne x male reader #damian al ghul x reader #damian al ghul x male reader #damian wayne x reader

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mysouleaten · 3 months

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THIEF !! [part two]

PLATONIC! pet shop owners! baji, chifuyu and kazutora x teen!reader

summary... lets see what our thief is up too today?

warnings... one cuss word?, weird girl talking bad about strays

[part one] [part two] [part three]

it was a beautiful morning

you were feeding some stray cats near your apartment. you haven't been living with your parents for about a year now, leaving when you were fifteen and lived in your apartment ever since so yeah you are a sixteen-year-old teen going to high school, beating up delinquents, and working two jobs

what a life, right?

needing to eat and have a roof above your head was a priority, and so did the strays around your apartment complex need too

most of your money would go to the strays outside, but you were smarter with your money, making sure there was enough left for you and your basic human needs

looking back from your spot on the couch to the living-room balcony

a couple of stray cats are licking at their empty food bowls and meowing at you to fill it again

smiling softly and standing up to get the cat food bag that was strangely light and walking towards the balcony

some cats quickly jump off to get away from you, some were still new and hadn't gotten used to you, but others stayed, having been here much longer, and were used to you

pouring the cat food into the four bowls-... well only two

you look inside the bag to see it empty, frowning upon the sight and smell you look at the cats "sorry I don't have enough...ah I have to get more" you pause before clicking your tongue and standing up

but the cats didn't seem mad at the lack of food most instead meowed and two of them even rubbed against your legs and went to eat from the two full bowls

you roll up the empty cat food bag and go back into your apartment to throw it away into the garbage bin

you head to your room to get dressed and to thief some more pet food for your stray babies

damn...you also need to get dog food too...

before actually thieving from the pet shop, you decided to stop at a convenience store to buy yourself some lunch

plus if the owners did see you come in they wouldn't find you that suspicious because you already had a bag with paid stuff in it! you're so smart, pat yourself on the back

walking into the convenience store, one of the employees greeted you, greeting them back and walking to the far back, you found a couple of snacks you liked and some hot food you can put in a microwave

picking up some cool water bottles from a fridge you made your way to the front to get your stuff scanned

"hello! will this be all for you?" a girl, around your age asked

"yeah, that's all" you nod and she gives a light smile and starts to scan your stuff and put them all in one bag

"1533 yen!" she said and you gave her the cash

"I heard there's a pet food thief on the loose," she giggled and you looked up from your phone "hmm?"

"yep, people around the area think is funny that someone is stealing pet food," she said and he scanned your hot food

"really? what about the owners?" you ask with a light smile

"one of them is losing his mind and the other two, I think stopped trying" she barks out a laugh

"re-" before you could say anything else, the girl cut you off and you didn't like what you heard

"but like seriously? how pathetic can you be to steal from a pet shop? it's really sad, but I bet it's for those stupid little strays! I wouldn't bother to feed those-" she went on a rant like she was your long-time friend, and it safe to say you were.. not her friend

"can I please have my change?" you ask and her face heats up and she quickly apologizes and bows her head

"you have.. a great day," you say and she nods

you leave the convenience store with a sour taste in your mouth

'she did not need to say all of that..' you thought, putting your hands in your sweatpants pockets and letting the bag hang off your wrist

you started to walk down the street with a deep frown on your face, you didn't even notice how you sped up your walking until you bumped into someone's shoulder

"sorry, my bad," you say

"it's fine, are you ok?" you look up at the stranger, he had white hair with two black streaks in his hair and a cool snake tattoo on the side of his neck

"your tattoo looks cool" you blurt out

he puts his hand on this tattoo "oh thanks! I know right?" he said

you nodd and then look away "uh mhm sorry again" you bow your head lightly and walk off

'that was a little awkward, damn me and my big mouth..' you thought

you were just in time for some other people to walk into the shop and you followed them in, covering your entry with their bodys

you also noticed the same white-haired guy from earlier 'how'd he get here before me?' you furrowed your brows in confusion but didn't dwell on it for long, you needed that cat food

you looked at the new shelf stacked with cat food 'man I don't have enough..'

looking away from your wallet and looking back at the shelf and then looking around the aisle

a rush hour just hit the pet shop and it worked in your favor. you smiled and grabbed some of the cat food cans and started to take off the wrapper. no one noticed you do it, because they either were looking at the cats or puppies or they were also trying to find pet food themselves

'this is great' you thought, you grabbed a sticky note from your pocket, scribbling a note with your non-dominant hand, and stuck it on where the stolen goods were

you stuck out your tongue a little and walked away care-free

again following a small group of people out of the store, but this time you stayed near the shop and leaned on the wall next to the doors, waiting for the hot-headed owner to find your message

you needed a good laugh before leaving..

"HOW?!- FUCK!"

well he found it alright, you gave a small giggle and kept leaning on the wall

you stayed staring at your phone for another couple of minutes before someone interrupted you, "hey kid.., there's a rain storm coming soon, you better start getting home"

you looked to your right to see one of the owners, he had his hair up in a bun with two strands in front of his face, and a small mole under his left eye

you raised your brows and looked up--dark grey clouds started to slowly drift towards your direction and the wind was picking up--..yep there's a storm coming, you looked back at the shop owner "thank you, sorry for standing here so long"

he nodded "its ok, just get home safe" he waved and left back into the shop, flipping the sign to 'closed' before walking further into the shop and hearing muffling voices inside

you leaned off the wall and started to walk back home, you needed to get your friends into your apartment before they all get soaking wet

this made you speed up in worry for your furry friends

puppies!!! and happy valentines day!

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writingkeepsmewhole · 3 months

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Loud and Heavy

This is part 1 of my why choose Teen Wolf Fic.

Fic Summery: Harper McCall falls for both Stiles and Derek and has to choose one. Or dose she?

Part Summery: Harper goes with Stiles and Scott to find a body in the woods. What happens when she gets separated and bitten by something.

Warnings: None?

Let me know if you wanna be tagged.

I stood in my bedroom soft music playing from the computer as I tried to pick out what to wear tomorrow. It was the first day of school. The first day of the rest of my life. Both me and my brother Scott decided that we were going to be who we wanted to be in school this year.

He was going to play lacrosse and I was going to do well…something.

Problem with me: I had no idea who I wanted to be. No big dream I wanted to have in high school. This was my last year to live the high school dream but what even was that?

Be asked to prom? I don’t know, haha. Parties. I always wanted to be invited to one of the parties more for curious sake than hanging out with a bunch of drunk teenagers.

I guess me and Scott were different. Well I was. I wasn’t the girly girl, or the nerdy goth. Sweet and shy or bubbly and outgoing. No, I was always in the middle, always being pulled in two different directions.

So here I stood staring at my bed trying to decide what style I was going to wear. Who was I going to become?

Why was I worried about my clothes so much? Because I had to have something that told others who I was.

I was just as much in the middle on the outside I was on the inside.

Everything about me was average. Average height. 5’4, average weight at 170. I have brown eyes only a few shades lighter than my brothers. Brown medium length hair that has just enough body it wouldn't stay straight and not enough waves to hold a curl. Like I said I was average.

My thoughts were cut off by a strange sound coming from outside. Glancing out the window I didn't see anything making me leave to go find Scott.

I jumped, seeing him in the hallway holding a bat.

“Did you hear something outside?” Both of us ask at the same time, making me giggle and Scott look unamused.

“Let's go check it out. I'm right behind you.” I say, holding on to his hoodie.

He smiles and shakes his head at the thing I've done since we were toddlers and starts walking towards the front door and outside.

Rounding the corner of the house my heart nearly stops when someone hangs from the roof Scott yelling along with the culprit until we all realize it's Stiles.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Scott says, sounding annoyed as he puts his bat down.

“You weren't answering your phone. Why do you have a bat?”

“I thought you were a predator.”

“A pre…what?” Stiles says, the look of confusion and shock on his face makes me giggle.

“Hey Harper.” He says smiling at me.

“Hi.” I say, tucking my hair behind my ear and smiling back.

I'm sure it was no surprise that I had a crush on my brother's best friend but it was kinda hard not to. He was funny and just the sweetest person.

“Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”

“For what?” Both me and Scott say that at the same time but with opposite reactions.

Where Scott had a frown on his face I had a look of curiosity. I guess you could say I got my rambunctiousness from Stiles, us always getting into trouble together.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods.” Stiles says, the glee of mischievous clear in his eyes.

Stiles lifts himself untangling from the trellis and drops to his feet in front of us.

“Like a dead body?” Scott asked, confused and horrified.

Stiles moves to lean on the railing of the porch looking at Scott like he's dump.

“No, a body of water.” He says, sarcastically, making me snort out a laugh which he smiles at making me look down to hide my blush.

“Yes, dumbass a dead body.” He says rolling his eyes and climbs over the railing to join us on the porch.

“Were they murdered?” I ask, the nosy side of me coming out.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“That's horrible.” I say, frowning.

“Hold on.” Scott says, both of us looking at him.

“If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

Stiles practically grins, tickled with the drama of the night.

“That's the best part- They only found half.” He says, his face growing serious.

“We're going.”

“I'll grab my shoes.” I say turning towards the house.

“What? No you're not going and neither am I. I have tryouts tomorrow.” Scott says grabbing my arm to stop me.

“Oh come on Scott it's the last night of summer break let's do something fun.” I pout, sticking out my bottom lip.

“I got this. Go get your shoes.” Stiles says placing a hand on each of our shoulders.

“Thank you.” I say, moving back into the house.

I jog up the steps not worried about the noise. Mom was working tonight so there wasn't anymore in the house.

Ignoring the tightening of my asthmatic lungs I start to grab my shoes until I see myself in the mirror.

I was in pajamas. No makeup, not even a bra on.

Blushing, realizing Stiles saw me like that I quickly moved to my bed to fix the situation.

I grab the first thing my hand touches and get dressed. I didn't really care about the no makeup thing but I at least needed a bra on.

Pulling on my shoes I grab my inhaler and rush back downstairs seeing the boys getting in Stiles' jeep.

“Wait for me.” I call out to them, my lungs already bothering me.

“You okay?” Stiles asks, looking me up and down.

“Fine. Just outta shape.” I laugh climbing into the back of his jeep and taking a puff of my inhaler.

Getting inside Stiles starts the engine and away we go.

Pulling up outside of the beacon hills preserve Stiles stops the car tuning it off.

“Are we seriously doing this?” Scott asks, looking over at his best friend.

“Come on brother, live a little.” I say grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

“How many energy drinks did you have today?” He asks, looking back at me.

“Umm three why?” I ask, holding up three fingers.

“I told you I planned on pulling an all-nighter so I could work on my style.” I say, waving my hands down myself.

“I think you look great.” Stiles says, giving me a once over then turning back to my brother.

“Of course we are doing this. You're the one that's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” He says but I'm not really listening.

My heart flutters my cheeks hot as I look at what I'm wearing.

I was in jeans, a T-shirt and a flannel. My hair was in a messy bun. A few stray hairs fell around my face and I had on my glasses instead of my contacts.

I was definitely rocking the nerdy look at the moment but plus one for it if Stiles liked it.

“I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Scott says pulling me back to the convention.

“Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort.” Stiles says, almost rolling his eyes.

“No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line.”

Stiles looks at Scott in disbelief then turns to look at me. Him asking if he's serious with his gaze.

I blush and shrug not knowing what to say

“Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” He says smacking Scott on the shoulder and turning to open the car door.

“We're going to get in so much trouble.” Scott says, looking at me.

“It'll be fun, come on.” I say, turning to hop out of the Jeep and head towards the woods.

We all three walked in silence for a little while. It was a clear night letting us see how to move through the woods without tripping over our own two feet.

“Just out of curiosity, what half of the body are we looking for?” Scott asks, mimicking Stiles' sarcastic tone from before.

“Huh? I didn’t even think about that.” Stiles says, glancing at me with a sheepish look on his face.

“And Uh…What if whoever killed the body is still out here.”

“Also something I didn’t think about.” Stiles says flat out embarrassed.

“You two are going to get me killed.” I say looking at them.

“Me? You were the one who wanted to live a little.” Scott says.

“Well yeah, but…” I trail off not having an answer. We were also starting to climb up a hill. No way would I be able to talk and climb at the same time.

“It’s comforting to know you planned this out with your unusual attention to detail.”

“I know.” Stiles says through labored breathing.

Reaching the top of the hill I bend over holding my knees, my ears ringing as if I've been holding my breath for too long.

I close my eyes not listening to the other two, just focusing on my breathing.

When I lift my head I’m alone. Looking around I see no flash light and I don’t hear anything other than my ragged breathing.

“Guys?” I question, walking forward to catch up with them.

“Scott? Stiles?” I call out my heart rate starting to pick up at the thought of being alone out here.

Hearing a snapping twig I turn to head towards the noise knowing they can’t be too far away from me.

Walking around a large tree I freeze when I see something glowing red in the distance.

Thinking it’s a police car I duck behind a tree not wanting to get in trouble. Stiles Dad would know I was out here with him if he caught me.

I blush at the thought of having to explain that to him.

Hearing rustling leaves I stay perfectly still scared of being found. When the sound stops I let go of the breath I was holding.

Peaking around the tree I see the same red glow yet it’s closer. Right in front of my face and its eyes. A pair of glowing red eyes are only inches from my face.

Them set into the face of a very large animal. I don’t get a chance to look at it before it lunges at me.

I scream as it tears into my skin biting down hard into my shoulder. I try to pull away from it, hitting it as hard as I can.

It lets go and takes off running leaving me there. I jumped up and pushed myself in the opposite direction, scared that whatever it was would come back and finish the job.

I go as fast as I can ignoring my burning lungs scared the thing was right behind me. I don’t slow down even when it starts to rain.

Fear piping through me drives me forward. I don’t stop until I run out into the road the sound of screeching tires and a horn fills the air.

Headlights blinding me as a car stops inches from hitting me. I stand there shaking as the driver door opens and someone walks up to me.

“Are you okay?” Asks the man who got out.

He is taller than me, his broad shoulders making him seem a lot bigger than me as well.

“I…It..something is out there.” I say my eyes burning as tears start to run down my cheeks.

He doesn't say anything, his eyes jumping to my shoulder. I could feel the warm trail of blood running down my back.

I let out a hiss when he lifts what’s left of my ripped flannel off my shoulder.

“What happened?” He asks, looking at me, his jaw clenched.

“I don’t know. Something bit me.” I sniffle out.

“Okay. Come one I’ll give you a ride home.” He says, wrapping his arm around me.

I let him, feeling scared but not as scared as I was in those woods moments ago. He opens the passenger door and helps me get in.

I wrap my arms around myself as he jogs around the front of the car and gets behind the wheel.

We don’t speak as we drive back towards town. I sit there shaking the heat cranked up.

“Do you, uh, want to talk about it?” He says, clearly not used to comforting people by the tone in his voice.

“I don’t even know what happened.” I say, staring at the dash.

He didn't say anything, the ride to my house was silent after I told him the address. I should have gone to the hospital but I didn’t want to worry my mom or get any one in trouble.

I get out of his car when he pulls up the crack of thunder sounding overhead, the rain only increasing.

Wrapping my arms around myself I head towards the door surprised when he gets out.

“Thank you.” I say looking at him.

He nods, handing me a paper with scribbled numbers on it.

“I’m Derek.”

“Harper.”

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Chapter Two - Dream a Little Dream

Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault. Future Tags: Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism

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She skipped cleanup duty. The second the clock on the wall hit three, she was bolting out the classroom — not even waiting to hear if the bell had rung or for her homeroom teacher to ask her to hang back and talk about today’s “incident”.

It was the sort of thing she never did at her old school, in her old life, but she had no choice.

Dabi hadn’t come back to class.

Of course, it’s not like that was uncommon. Dabi was a serial skipper even by this school’s standards. It was a strange day when he and his friends actually stayed in their seats for a whole day. She should’ve been used to it by now. And yet, every single time she couldn’t help but panic, couldn’t keep her mind from wandering.

What if he wasn’t just skipping? What if he left the city? Ran away and changed his name a second time? Erased himself from her life for good?

No, she couldn’t stand the idea of losing him like that. Not again. The thought was just too much for her to bear, especially on days like this, where he wasn’t just skipping gym or rolling into English late and high. Where he just took off for the rest of the day. It had her wondering lately if on days like this, she should just skip class too.

Panic filled her chest when he wasn’t in his go-to spot on the roof. It boiled higher and higher when the other spots — behind the P.E building, the defunct gardening club’s abandoned tool shed, the convenience store across the street — all turned up equally empty.

That panic was threatening to spill out of her mouth by the time she’d finally found him and his friends holed up in an alley about halfway between school and the train station.

She nearly collapsed from relief when she saw them, grabbing her knees and doubling over so she could catch her breath, “Th-Thank God…”

The two blondes looked thrilled to see her — Jin with entertained glee, like his favorite trashy reality show just came on — and Keigo with an air of something else entirely, something she really couldn’t discern. But she knew she didn’t like it.

Dabi was the only one who didn’t look happy to see her. He didn’t look especially unhappy either. There was almost a sense of boredom in those heavy-hooded eyes.

He looked at her like she was nothing.

“See, aren't you glad we picked a new spot?” Keigo nudged Dabi and turned back with a grin, “Look how cute and worked up she is.”

Breathing steadied, albeit still a bit flushed, she rose back up to try and plead with Dabi not to scare her like that again, but the words caught in her throat when she saw the joint in his hand.

She looked back towards the traffic of students on the main road. Truth be told, they weren’t that deep into the alley, and there were still a lot of people out, including what looked like a teacher or two.

Just what were they thinking?

“Oi.”

She jumped, attention back to Dabi. He motioned for her to come towards them. With one last nervous peek over her shoulder, she obeyed.

“You look nervous.”

“O-Oh really? I-I’m not, um, I mean—”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” Dabi taunted before taking a long hit.

“Of course I am!” she cried, quickly catching herself when he scowled at the volume. She dropped her head submissively. “I… I just don’t think you should be doing… that . Especially out in the open like this—”

She held down a gag as he blew a long, steady stream of musty smoke directly into her face, trying to ignore the sting it brought to her eyes as his friends snickered.

But her resolve was rewarded, it seemed, when he reached forward and caught her chin between his long, sturdy fingers.

“Awww ,” he purred, “Is someone worried I’m gonna get caught?”

Her heart jumped straight to her throat as he tilted her up to look at him, completely gripped by the endless sea in his eyes just inches away from her. She’d dreamed for so long to be this close to them again. And yet now that she was here, she could barely handle it. There was an intensity to them that was almost too much to look at.

She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded nervously.

“Well, in that case...”

Her eyes flew back open as she felt his thumb run slowly up her chin and bottom lip. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting to see. The hopeless romantic in her had hoped it would be his own eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss her. The realist expected a painful flick on the nose to punish her for having such childish daydreams. But the actuality she was met with wasn’t either of those things.

It was the joint.

“...I guess you better smoke it for me.”

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 3,620

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Y/n Y/l/n

Flashbacks

New Years Eve 2020 11:30 pm

I'm currently sitting on the edge of the Stark Industries tower waiting for Wanda to show up. When we were in high school Tony had brought us to his dad's workplace to ask for his permission to have one of the conference rooms as a venue for the junior homecoming after-party. He had said yes and I remember Wanda and me sneaking out of the party to roam around the Stark building and we somehow made our way up to the rooftop.

We only had a few minutes to stare at the city from a birds-eye perspective because we had set the alarms off since no one was allowed at the rooftop without a key card. Tony of course got scolded by his dad but so did Wanda and I, especially since I grew up with Tony and his family was like an extended family to me.

Though we were told to not do that again, Wanda wanted to go back up to the roof to take her time and breathe in the air as well as appreciate the view from above. I of course didn't want to be scolded once again, therefore I had gone up to Uncle Howard one day and asked him if Wanda and I can hang out on the roof again. It took a lot of convincing but with the help of Tony's mother, Aunt Maria, I was able to persuade him.

He had made a copy of the rooftop key for me and Wanda and from then on this rooftop became our safe haven. Wanda and I somehow fell into a tradition of coming up here 30 minutes before midnight on New Year's Eve to watch the fireworks and be the first people to greet each other of the new beginning. This has been a tradition since high school and we had never missed a year, not even when we had significant others to kiss. That's why I furrow my eyebrows when I look back down on my watch and notice it was 11:45 pm. 15 minutes before midnight and Wanda still isn't up here.

The small intimate gathering of our friend group was downstairs at one of the conference rooms for the New Year's Eve party that we have every year, therefore I knew Wanda was here. Before I stepped out of the party, she and I made eye contact from across the room and I pointed at my watch to show her the time and she had simply nodded silently telling me that she'll be right behind me, but now that I've been waiting for 20 minutes it tells me that she definitely wasn't right behind me.

I sit on the edge of the building and I watch as it strikes midnight, welcoming 2021. The roar of the people from the streets was loud, cars honking relentlessly, nonstop cheering, yet all I can hear was my heart breaking into pieces. I look back up at the sky and watch as the fireworks erupted into beautiful shapes and colorful sparks. The same electrifying sparks erupted in me, but not for the same happy reasons the fireworks in the night sky did. I wipe the lone tear that fell down my cheek and I notice it's been 15 minutes past midnight, 15 minutes into 2021, a year that'll inevitably be shitty.

I jump off the edge back to the platform of the tower to make my way back inside and I check my phone to see if Wanda had at least messaged me but all I see was messages from everyone else but her. I guess Wanda did choose to stay downstairs as everyone's message to me was: I'm sorry.

Little did I know, when I got back to the conference room their apologies were for something bigger. I enter the party confused as I watch everyone taking turns hugging Wanda and patting Vision's back. The door being shut caught everyone's attention making them turn towards me, "did I miss something?" I ask and I watch as everyone looked at me sympathetically except for Wanda and Vision.

"Vision asked me to be his girlfriend when the clock hit midnight," Wanda shares excitedly. So that's why she stood me up. I feel everyone anticipate my reaction therefore I paint the fakest smile I could conjure, probably looking creepy, as I walk up to Wanda to congratulate her.

"Congrats, that's amazing to hear," I tell her as I hug her in congrats. "Thank you and I'm so sorry I didn't make it upstairs. I was going to but Vision pulled me back telling me he had something to tell me and I completely forgot to send you a message," she explains.

"It's fine," I tried to not have a bite in my tone but the slight wince of Wanda's facial expression was the proof of my failed effort. I ignore her look as I walk over to Vision patting his back, "you got it in you after all," I joke before excusing myself. I see Wanda take a step towards me in my peripheral vision but her now-boyfriend pulled her back to him, making her completely forget about me.

Saturday, January 2nd, 2021.

I take a deep breath as I stand in front of Wanda's apartment and I take a second before I raise my fist to knock on her door three times. It's been two days since New Year's Eve and we haven't talked but she never sent me a message to cancel our weekly brunch on Saturdays or vice versa, and that's why I'm standing in front of her door with a wicker basket filled with our go-to brunch food.

I'm taken aback when the door opened and Vision greets me with a soft smile, "who's at the door Vis?" I hear Wanda yell from somewhere in her apartment. My grip on the wicker basket tightens, she forgot. She's going to bail on me, again. She's going to push aside our tradition, again.

"Hey, Y/n, come on in. Wanda's just getting ready," Vision says with a smile opening the door wider. "Vis?" Wanda yells in question, waiting for an answer to her question.

"It's Y/n honey!" Vision yells back to the apartment as he encourages me to step inside which I did and I move aside for him to close the door, but I move no further into the apartment.

"Y/n?" Wanda asks confused as she walks around the corner from her bathroom, "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks completely confused. I swallow the mixture of sadness and anger in my throat as I look into her eyes and simply state, "it's Saturday."

"Yeah, I would know that's why Vision and I are going to the game today," she tells me in a light condescending tone as if I offended her for stating the obvious.

"Right. I forgot," I say clearing my throat and she tilts her head in question, knowing she never mentioned her plans until now. "You two have fun. I only came here to drop off that wicker basket filled with brunch food for you and Vision like you asked," I tell her and Wanda immediately turned ghostly pale.

"You planned brunch for us, honey? That's so sweet, thank you Y/n for bringing it," Vision says clueless and I clear my throat once again as I break the intense eye contact with Wanda and hand the basket to Vision with a small fake smile.

"Anyway, I should get out of your hair so I'm going to go. Have fun you two," I announce and I quickly turn around opening the door to exit.

I make it to the end of the hall when I hear the door open again accompanied by my name being yelled at by Wanda from the opposite end of the hall. I turn around to face her direction and watch as she runs over to me with a remorse look on her face, "I'm so sorry I forgot about brunch."

"It's fine."

"No, it's not fine," she shakes her head.

"I'm used to it," the hurt on Wanda's face when I said that made me almost regret saying it at all but I don't. "And quite frankly, I don't know why I still try with you."

Wanda's jaw drops slightly and I have to admit that maybe that last part was a little too harsh but she's been treating me like shit when all I do is put her before me and before anyone else.

When she doesn't say anything for a few seconds, I took that as my cue to leave so I did, leaving her in complete shock.

Wednesday, February 10th, 2021.

A knock at my door startles me and I place the tub of ice cream I'm eating on my coffee table as I pause Friends on my TV. I glance at the clock and scrunch my eyebrows together at the time, 10 pm? Who could possibly be here at 10 pm on a Wednesday night? A school night for that matter.

I take a peek through the peephole and I furrow my eyebrows even more at the man standing outside my door. I open the door with a puzzled look, "Vision?"

"Hey, I apologize for showing up unannounced at this hour," Vision says shyly. I wave my hand dismissingly as I open my door widely for him to enter. "Don't worry about that. Can I get you something to drink? Water? Tea? Coffee?" I offer.

"Um, water sounds good. Thank you," I nod and walk into the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. I observe through my peripheral vision as the man in my home scans his surrounding. "You have a beautiful place, Y/n."

"Thank you," I say as I hand him his glass of water and gestured for him to sit on the couch while I take a seat on the opposite end. "So what brought you here?"

"Oh right," Vision says suddenly becoming nervous which only makes me nervous. From what I've observed and heard from others, Vision was a good man with a good heart. I think I would've liked him, maybe even been friends with him, if I weren't in love with his girlfriend.

"Well, Wanda's birthday is on the 16th," he starts and I glance down at his bouncing leg for a second before looking back up at him. "And this Saturday the 13th we have her party at Tony's," I slowly nod along with the obvious facts he's spewing out, still quite confused at all of this.

"And I've been thinking about this since the beginning of the year but I still can't seem to think of a good present for her," I narrow my eyes at him slightly, slowly concluding as to why he showed up at my doorstep suddenly.

"And I know how close you and Wanda are. I know you'd be the only person who would be able to help me at finding the perfect gift for her in a short amount of time," he finishes and waits anxiously for my response.

"Um, yeah. I can help with that," I give him a small smile when the relief flooded his face. "Thank you so much, you have no idea how thankful I am that you agreed since I didn't think you would," he confesses.

"Why would you think I would say no?" I ask him puzzled. "Well to be honest I thought you didn't like me," he says quietly making me widen my eyes in surprise.

"Vision why would you think that?" well I kinda know the answer to that. "I like you, dude. I think you're a good guy and everyone agrees with that. You treat my best friend the way she deserves to be treated. I'm just a big introvert who chooses to observe when surrounded by people instead of socializing with them," I easily reassure him since it's the plain truth. I have nothing against Vision, never have and never will, unless he breaks Wanda's heart of course.

"Oh that's such a relief, I was afraid Wanda's best friend didn't approve of me. Really, Y/n, thank you."

Friday, February 12th, 2021.

I groan as I step into my home after spending hours trying to find a gift good enough for Vision to give Wanda but to no avail. I throw my head back against my front door as I stare up at the ceiling, "still haven't found a gift, huh?" I hear an all too familiar voice.

I jump clutching my chest, "Yelena! What did I say about scaring me like that?" I exclaimed at the Russian blonde who emerged from my kitchen. She shrugs with a smirk, "it's not my fault that you're easily scared. That sounds like a you problem."

I roll my eyes as I take my shoes off and my coat, "to answer your question, no I still haven't found a gift."

"I still don't understand why you agreed to help Vision," another familiar voice spoke and I watch as the redheaded Russian walked out of my kitchen and stands beside her sister.

"I gave you two a key to my house for emergencies, not to raid my snacks," I say gesturing to the bag of sweet chili heat Doritos in Natasha's hands. They both shrug with a smirk making me roll my eyes yet again, "anyway, I said yes because the man truly was desperate and nervous to hear what I would say. I'm not heartless you know."

"I still think you're an idiot," Yelena boldly says earning a sharp elbow to her ribs from her older sister. "What are you going to do? Her party is tomorrow and it's," the redhead looks down at her watch before looking back at me, "11 pm and you're still empty-handed."

"Not empty-handed," I simply say as my eyes trail to the wrapped gift on the coffee table. I look back up at the two and watch as they look at what's on my coffee table. Yelena's head snapped back to face me with her jaw dropped, "no."

I shrug my shoulders trying to seem nonchalant about the idea and Yelena shakes her head in disbelief, "no Y/n! You are not giving your gift to Vision to give to Wanda! Are you crazy?"

"I have no other choice," I say in defense of my decision, and this time it was Natasha who spoke up next, "go tell him to buy her a necklace or something! Don't give him the gift that you're giving her, dumbass."

I roll my eyes at the insult, "really it's fine. It's not that big a deal."

"You rode the train for 5 hours to Salem Massachusetts and rode it 5 hours back to New York for that gift. And don't even get me started with the fortune you spent on that thing," Yelena scolds me.

"And now you're out here just chucking the gift to Vision? Plus, Wanda will totally know you had something to do with it," Natasha adds.

"I told Vision not to tell her that I have something to do with it," I shrug and walk over to my living room picking up the gift before continuing. "And thinking about it, I already gave her that one-of-a-kind brooch pin for Christmas. I can't give her another one-of-a-kind gift for her birthday."

Saturday, February 13th, 2021.

Vision dropped by this morning to pick up his gift for Wanda and I told him a small summary of how rare the gift was and made sure he knew the basic information regarding it.

Now here we are, sitting in a circle in Tony's living room as we pass Wanda her presents. "Okay, who's left?" Sam asks the circle of friends.

"I think only Y/n and Vision's present are left," Bucky says as he looks around to investigate and confirm his assumption. I glance over at Vision and decide that we should probably save the best for last, I guess.

I internally sigh as I take the last-minute present out of my purse and slide it over to Wanda, "Happy Birthday Wands," I give her a small smile which she returned.

I watch as she slowly unwraps it revealing the pandora box. I try and ignore everyone's confused look at the present since they all knew what I got her earlier this month. I observe as she opens the box and watches as a soft smile forms on her face at the new charm added to her charm bracelet.

"Thank you, Y/n," she says and I give her a nod as a welcome. As she was putting that gift away, I shake my head at everyone, dismissing their confused looks.

"Happy Birthday to you my love," Vision says while handing her the gift. Yelena wraps an arm around my shoulder and I lean on her side, suddenly feeling numb.

Yelena holds me tighter as Wanda slowly revealed the rare item and I look around the room to see everyone staring at the item in shock. It was so quiet that I almost questioned if anyone was breathing at all. I scoot closer to Yelena, wrapping an arm around her waist and grip onto her shirt tightly.

"Do you like it?" I move my eyes back to Wanda at Vision's question. The brunette's jaw was dropped in shock as she stares at the gift while Vision nervously waits for her answer.

"How did you get this?" Wanda breathes out confused, "I mean, how did you even know about it?"

"I had done my research babe. I had to make sure to give you something special, so I drove to Salem Massachusetts to get the book," I bite my tongue to refrain myself from groaning at his choice of words. It wasn't just a book.

"A book? This isn't just a book. This is the Darkhold," Wanda exclaims as she looks back at the item that was sitting delicately on her lap.

"There are literally only three copies of this in the entire world. One of them is in America in Massachusetts and I would know since I called the owner, Agatha Harkness, to ask how much would she sell the book for and she told me around $1000+," Wanda explains to him in disbelief as she carefully examines the book.

"On top of that, I never mentioned to you my obsession with witch magic," Wanda eyes him suspiciously.

"I talked to Pietro and he suggested it as I joke but I got it anyway," I mentally facepalmed myself. I told Vision not to mention names because Wanda would know he's lying and here he is, throwing a name out of his mouth.

Why do men not listen?

"Pietro?" Wanda questions him and I look at Pietro who already had his eyes on me and I give him a small nod to play along with us to save Vision from further embarrassment.

I look back at the couple on time to see Vision nod at Wanda's question but it was obvious to the rest of us that she didn't buy it. Wanda had spoken about her obsession with witch magic to everyone, including Pietro, but she had never mentioned the Darkhold to her brother.

"This is amazing, thank you so much," Wanda hugs Vision in thanks and I send him a reassuring nod when his gaze falls on me.

Soon after everyone gets up to clean up the gift wrappers while I help Natasha with cutting everyone a piece of cake. The redhead leaves me in the kitchen to join the rest in the living room while I wash the cake knives we used and as I was drying my hands with the dishtowel, Wanda walks into the kitchen.

"You really thought that I wouldn't know that you had something to do with Vision's gift?" she asks me as she walks closer to me. I shrug my shoulder as I hang the dishtowel, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on Y/n, you're the only person I have ever spoken to regarding the Darkhold book," she says.

"Okay and?" I look into her eyes and I almost falter at the determination and fire behind them.

"Why did you get it?" she asks and I narrow my eyes at her and cross my arms over my chest as an act of defiance, "why are you so sure that I'm the one who bought it?"

"Because I've been saving up to buy the book for months now. And a week ago I called Agatha Harkness to tell her that I was finally ready to buy it from her but then she told me that some girl from New York already purchased it at the beginning of the month. I was devastated to hear that until today when I found the book sitting on my lap."

I chew the inside of my cheek not knowing how to respond since there's no way I could bluff my way out of this one.

"Why did you give it to him to give to me, Y/n?" I look up in surprise at her now soft voice in contrast to her previous accusing harsh tone.

"He asked for my help to look for a special gift for you so," I shrug off nonchalantly.

"And you decided to just hand him something as big as this and put his name stamp on it?" Wanda exclaimed in disbelief.

"He wanted to give you something special Wanda," I deadpan and she drops her shoulder with a hurt expression.

"And you didn't?"

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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Okay I absolutely LOVED The Office of Love

Would there be a possibility for you to write something like that, but with Bam? 😳

Pretty pretty please

The Love Hotel

a/n: Thank you so much! And of course I can, I'll never turn down the chance to write about Bam!

prompt: You have been friends with Bam since you could remember, you two have been close since before the cky days. It was needless to say you had a thing for him, and that was apparent to the whole Jackass crew but Bam. What'll happen when the Jackass boys lock you in his hotel room with him?

warnings: Light smut, fluff, fem!reader!

You laid on the bed of your hotel room watching whatever adult cartoon the TV was playing. You and the Jackass boys were filming in Los Angles this week and you weren't complaining, it made you feel like a real super star. One that didn't get her big break from skating in a bikini with Ryan and taking some pretty rough falls together since you both in-fact, couldn't skate. But you wouldn't change it.

You loved what you did, you got to see your friends almost every day and just hang out with them all the time. Though you wouldn't say you all were perfect and happy with one-another all the time but what friendship doesn't have it's bumps?

It made you thankful you agreed to start filming things with Bam back in West Chester during high school, he begged you for what seemed like weeks to join him and the rest of your friends in doing the same stupid things you were doing but for something bigger and better.

"Come on Y/n, please just join us! I promise you it won't fail! Plus you are totally badass we need your stunts!"

"No Bam, it just isn't something I want to do and my parents would kill me. Plus would people really want to see a girl do that nasty stuff?"

It turns out a lot of people would, because now it was your full time job. You were very grateful Bam ignored your wishes of not being in cky and put you in the film, but when you first found out you were in the film jumping off Bam's roof onto a trampoline and snapping your arm along with many other of your dumb moments caught on camera without your permission you were pissed. But of course that was until you received your large paycheck from cky, then you were 100% on board.

Bam had always had this odd faith in you, he always was the first one saying you could do a hard stunt and walk away without a mark on your body. He always pushed you to be the best you even when you two were littler and living as neighbors in West Chester.

You thought that's why you had a crush on him, because he always had a soft spot for you unlike the rest of his friends and even his family. But you also just loved Bam because he was Bam.

You'd never tell him this though or anyone, in fear of ruining the life long friendship you two had. Well, anyone but Ryan. You slipped up one night when you were a sad drunk and throwing up in your hotel toilet, telling Ryan you have had a crush on Bam since you could remember as your make up ran down your face. Ryan was nice about it though, he swore he would never tell Bam.

He swore to never tell Bam, not the rest of the Jackass guys. The Jackass guys knew since the next morning of your sad drunk confession that you liked Bam and ever since then they all have been secretly watching you two.

Johnny was finally tired of watching you hide your feelings so why not make a stunt out of trying to confess your love for a certain curly headed boy right?

You reached over to the hotel side table and grabbed your drink you bought early this morning. You unscrewed the cap to your drink and took a large swig of the cold liquid, when suddenly a loud knock was heard on your hotel room door causing you to almost choke on your drink. You quickly swallowed your drink as you let out a small cough and screwed the cap back on, wiping your mouth as you ripped the covers off of your lower body, your pj shorts that had the cky logo randomly plastered all over them now visible. Another loud knock was heard on your door, "Geez I'm coming asshole!"

You quickly got to the hotel room door and peeped your eye through the peep hole on the door and saw it was Bam, you quickly got excited when you saw the boy and unlocked your door opening it quickly. "Hey Bam, what's up?" You asked the curly haired boy with a smile, "I should be asking you that." He laughed. You cocked a brow at Bam, confused by what he met.

"Um, what do you mean?" You asked, "What do you mean what do I mean? Ryan told me you needed me." Your face scrunched up in confusion at his words, "I never said that, I haven't even seen Ryan this morning." Bam was now just as confused as you were. "Wait really?" Bam asked, you nodded at his words as you let out a small laugh. "Well. Now I feel kind of stupid." Bam laughed.

You laughed a bit with Bam before he spoke up, "Nice shorts by the-" What you weren't expecting was Bam to be shoved into you with a large amount of force causing him to topple on top of you and have you both end up on the ground. Before Bam could even turn his head to look at who the hell shoved him into you your hotel door was slammed shut.

Bam quickly scrambled to his feet as he tried to open your hotel door but it wouldn't budge. Bam began to aggressively pull at the door trying with all his strength to open the hotel door while yelling curse words at whoever pushed him and slammed the door. You slowly got up from the ground and gently moved Bam away from the door and looked out the peep hole.

You saw a rope tied to your door, the rope was connected to the door across from you. "Shit." You said, "What? Who's there?" Bam said as he moved your head with his. Once Bam looked through the peep hole and saw the rope tied to the doors and realized it was almost impossible to get out he shouted, "Oh come on!" Bam took his eye away from the peep hole and rubbed his face. "I swear if a fucking snake pops out of somewhere." Bam said as he began looking around.

"There's no snakes Bam! But I'm Johnny Knoxville and this is The Love Hotel!" You heard laughter erupt from multiple people outside of your hotel door, and it all finally clicked for you and Bam. You watched as Bam's face lit up with a bright shade of red and you felt your face get hot. Bam began banging on the door, "You fuckers are asses! I'm going to get all of you so bad when I get out of here!" Bam yelled as he began banging on the door. "Careful love birds, there's a camera!" You heard the familiar voice of Chris say.

"Fuck you!" Bam shouted. His face a bright shade of red. "This is the last fucking time I listen to anything Ryan says." Bam grumbled as he walked into your hotel room and sat on the edge of your bed. You slowly waked farther into your room and sat on the far edge of your bed as far away from Bam as you could.

You were embarrassed and also a bit pissed at Ryan for telling the Jackass guys about your crush on Bam. Now you were stuck in a room with him with the main topic being love.

"I'm sorry Bam." You spoke softly as you looked down at your lap and messed with your fingers. "What? Why are you apologizing?" Bam said, turning his attention towards you instead of how badly he would be injured if he jumped out the window.

"Because if it wasn't for me being a sad drunk one night I wouldn't have told Ryan I have a crush on you and we wouldn't be in this mess so I'm really sorry and I know the only way you are going to be able to get out of my room is if I say it so there. I said it." You spoke quickly, your cheeks now as red as a tomato as you refused to look at Bam.

Bam was looking at you in shock, his jaw slightly dropped as he processed your sentence fully. "But the whole reason we are here is because I told Ryan I liked you." You looked up at Bam who had rosy pink cheeks along with a nervous smile. "You.. you like me too?" You spoke softly. "Yeah." Bam chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well this is going differently then I thought." You said with a nervous laugh. "Same." Bam chuckled. You and Bam both just looked at each other, his crystal blue eyes looked like they were filled with love. He looked peaceful, and not in the way he was peaceful while skating but the kind of peaceful you feel when you feel safe. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth.

"God stop looking at me like that and just kiss me." Bam said as he moved closer to you and gently grabbed your chin and pulled your lips to his.

The kiss was everything you had ever dreamed of. You had been craving this kiss ever since you were 14 and watching Bam do kick flips in his driveway as he asked you if you saw the trick, you always said you did but you never really did. Your mind was too full with how Bam was just Bam, and how much you loved it.

You tasted cigarettes and coffee on his lips, two flavors you never knew went so good together. You felt Bam's hand move from your chin to your thigh, his cold rings giving your body goosebumps. You pulled away from the kiss, Bam furrowing his brows wondering why you two stopped. But what made him glad you stopped was when you crawled onto his lap and took off your black shirt and discarded it on the floor to be picked up later, under your shirt you revealed your lacy black bra of choice.

"This is better than what I imagined." Bam said as he moved his hands to your waist and slowly moved them up and down. You giggled at his comment. "Raise your arms Margera." Bam happily listened to your command, raising his arms up. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled his shirt over his head. You tossed his shirt on the ground and took in his body.

Sure you had seen Bam shirtless countless of times but never like this, in such an intermit way. You began to trail your nail on his tattoo tracing the pattern around it. Bam's stomach flexing as you did so, "Ah- Stop that it tickles." Bam softly laughed. You laughed softly with the boy before you went back in for a kiss with Bam.

His tongue entering your mouth in this kiss, his callused hands gripping your waist to surly leave hand prints. You shifted your hips to get in a more comfortable position, what you weren't expecting was a whimper that came from Bam. The whimper peaked your interest and you began rolling your hips onto his lap. Bam moved his hands down to your hips and began guiding your movements. Bam pulled away from your lips and let out a groan.

"God just like that Y/n." Bam spoke out in a shaky breath. As you watched Bam throw his head back in pleasure you and you began lightly moaning. You had imagined this happening for years but you realized the reason this was happening was because of a stunt. "Oh my god Bam there's a camera in here." You said alarmed, as you stopped rocking your hips on his erection that was now apparent.

Bam tilted his heads back up and looked at you with low hooded eyes that were high off lust and a smirk on his lips, "Let em watch sweetheart." You felt as if your whole body flushed red like a cartoon character. "Nice shorts Y/n, love the cky rep." Your head spun to the familiar voice of Ryan coming from the other end of the room.

You then saw the rest of the Jackass guys with goofy smiles on their face. Bam wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closely into his chest to try and hide you as much as he could even though you were already on camera.

"If we let you guys go any further we won't be able to put it in the movie." Johnny said. "Well then take whatever damn camera that is in here out and leave you cocksuckers!" Bam exclaimed. Johnny threw his hands up in defense as he grabbed the small camera that was placed behind the hotel TV, you couldn't help but wonder how the hell they managed to get the camera in here.

"You look great Y/n, you should stop by my room after your done with Bam here." Steve-o remarked with a playful smirk. Bam raised his hand from your back and pointed at Steve-o along with the rest of the guys.

"I'll kick your ass Steve-o! And the rest of you guys if you don't get the hell out now!"

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graceful-starker · 7 months

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I Need You to Come Over

Notes: Y'all remember when I used to write angsty shit and put it all in one fic? Revival time. Maybe this can count for whumptober or something :p

I think this could fit nicely into my college AU, but I'm not going to add it to the collection or anything. This can be read as it's own story, there's no overarching plot.

Warnings: Suicidal ideologies/thoughts, alcoholism, drugs use, abuse mention. Please do not read if you'll get triggered!!!

Summary: Sometimes, when he’s trying to fall asleep, but his brain won’t turn off, he plans it out.

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Tony doesn't like feeling this way. It scares him, a little, makes his stomach feel like it’s tied up in knots. It keeps him awake at night, and lingers in the back of his head during the day.

But he does feel this way, and he wants to make it stop. One way or another.

It started off small, in ways that didn't even really worry him at first. Just the underlying belief that he wasn't ever going to make it true adulthood. That he would die before he got there, by accident or otherwise. He’d get himself in too deep of trouble to be saved, maybe. He’d piss off the wrong person, become another number in the statistics of gun violence in America. He’d race one of daddy’s cars and crash, a tragic accident of youthful arogance. He’d drink too much and drown in his own vomit, just another victim of the underage drinking epidemic. He’d find a way to die, somehow, and no one would ever know he wanted it.

That was fine, back then. Back when he was a kid and he didn’t really understand how valuable life was. How important him being alive is to certain people. Because dad hits him and mom doesn’t remember he exists half the time and all his friends at school only like him because of his money.

In the present, Tony brings the bottle of scotch to his lips and takes a sip, too used to it by now to wince. It burns going down, and Tony enjoys the way it makes him feel something, anything. He’s spent most of his life feeling nothing, and chasing a way to feel. Just feel, even if it’s bad.

He chases the feeling of adrenaline when he gets behind the wheel. He chases the pain of getting hit, purposefully pissing off his dad just to enrange him enough to leave a mark. He chases the high of alcohol, the floaty happiness that accompanies a good hit from a bong or blunt. Or, more recently, a line of coke.

He’s not supposed to be on the roof. It’s not allowed, and it’s way too cold to be outside on a windy night like tonight anyway. He should have brought a jacket. But the lights are so pretty and the cars passing outside his building make satisfying noises as their tires roll over the pavement.

New York is so beautiful. The city is beautiful. Tony has seen it all; he’s seen the mountains and he’s seen the desert, he’s seen beaches all around the world and he’s seen forests and he’s seen plains. Nothing beats the city lights and skyscrapers and billboards. It’s so uniquely human, in a city. Nature belongs to the animals, to the earth, and humans plague it with their presence; but not here. Here, in cities, the area belongs to humans alone. And it’s beautiful.

Tony pulls out a new acquisition, rolling it gently between his fingers. He heard it works faster, but doesn’t last as long. But he can keep smoking it until it burns out, if he wants. He grabs his whiskey with his other hand and takes several gulps, staring at the coke.

He puts the bottle down next to him and lights it, taking a long drag and feeling it before he even blows out the smoke. He stands up and looks over the edge of his building, smiling, the bottle hanging limply at his side. It doesn’t scare him, when he’s high, the height or his thoughts.

I could jump, right now. I would splat on the ground, and the building is tall enough that I would die on impact. I wouldn’t feel a thing. It would finally be over.

He puts the roll back to his lips and takes another drag, sitting on the edge and dangling his feet over the side. The wind is so strong, and he feels like if he opened his arms out wide he could fly away. He puts his bottle down next to him after taking another swig, and the taste of it combined with the taste of smoke isn’t pleasant.

Sometimes, when he’s trying to fall asleep, but his brain won’t turn off, he plans it out. He doesn’t even have to race, really; he could just be going fast enough on the interstate, ‘lose control’ of his wheel, drive himself right into a concrete barrier. Wouldn’t even have to risk anyone else’s life, like jumping right now would. He could do it late at night, wait for a stretch of road when no one else is around him.

He takes another drag, holding it in his lungs longer this time. Blows it out into the city air, breathes in deep through his nose. It’s such a unique smell, here. The way the wind smells cold, crisp. The smell of vendors wafting up, almost unnoticable. The stench of the sewer system, the litter and trash on the streets, the ever-present smell of gasoline.

Sometimes, he thinks about finding pills and swallowing enough to stop his heart. Doesn’t even have to be anything illegal, just some heart medication, maybe some sleep medication. His mom takes enough ambian to put out a horse, he wouldn’t even need half of her stash. He could just swallow a handful and spend the rest of his life just like this. A little drunk, a lot high, smiling and feeling free for a few minutes at a time.

He takes several gulps, enjoying the way it hurts his throat on the way down. Loves the way it makes him feel warm inside, warm enough to combat the cold of the wind. It starts in his throat and goes down his chest and tricks him into thinking he feels love or loved. Settles in his stomach, warming him from the inside. He puts the bottle in between his legs, keeping one hand gently curled around the neck.

It would be a nice way to die, he thinks. Going out feeling like this, feeling like nothing could hurt him and nothing matters and no one would miss him. He’ll be gone anyway, he won’t have to feel guilty.

He takes another hit, resting his hand back on the roof beside his hip when he’s done. He blows it out, watching the smoke and sighing.

It would be better than getting sick. He thinks about that, too; about letting himself get sick, maybe cancer or maybe liver failure. Just a natural way to die that doesn’t count as suicide. But that takes forever, and it hurts, and it would draw out the process. If anyone would miss him, if anyone would care that he’s dying, they would have to watch as he died slowly. He’d have time to feel regret. But he almost wants to get sick; just so they won’t blame him. Won’t hate him, even if he still did it to himself.

Tony realizes he’s crying when a tear drips off of his face and onto the hand holding the bottle. He looks down, staring at the tear drop on his hand and swallows thickly.

He doesn’t want to do it in a way that’s obvious. He doesn’t want to slit his wrists, or shoot himself. He’d rather it be ambiguous. Did he mean to do it, the headlines will ask, or is it just a tragic accident? Poor Mr. and Mrs. Stark, losing their only child to the tragedy of youthful immortality syndrome.

Tony’s hand shakes as he takes another drag, before putting it out angrily. He puts it in his pocket, chasing away the taste of ash with whisky. He’s always loved fire, he thinks randomly.

He’s staring at his phone, unaware of when he took it out. But his thumb is hovering over Rhodey’s contact information, ready to call. He wants to die, but he also doesn’t. He wants it all to stop, he wants to stop. It scares him, when he isn’t high or drunk. When he’s trying to sleep and he can’t, the thoughts keep him awake and they scare him.

The coke and the alcohol, it was supposed to stop him from feeling this low. The distractions were supposed to work; Peter and his boyfriend, Steve and the girls he beds, Rhodey-

I don’t care what time it is, and I don’t care how sure you are that you aren’t going to do anything. You call me.

Tony takes another swig, wipes his face of his tears, and dials. He holds the phone to his ear, wishing he had checked the time before he called. It’s probably closer to time to wake up than time to go to sleep. It rings three times, and Tony almost hangs up.

Almost. “Hello?” Sleepy, disoriented. Tony feels bad for waking him.

“Rhodey?” Tony asks, and he can hear how broken he sounds. He looks away from the ground, from the cars driving past and the pretty lights. He looks up instead, to the cloudy sky and the invisible stars hiding behind them. “I think I…” he takes a deep breath, hears shuffling on the other end of the phone. “I think I need you to come over.”

#tony stark #my writing #fanfic #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: abuse mention #tw: alcohol #tw: drug use

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ijustcant87 · 5 months

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I don't know what is wrong with me...

hello tumblr! this my first time here and i need to vent. i am really struggling with with a few things and would really appreciate someone reading this. this is going to be a long post, please bare with me.

so, i would like to start form April of 2022, my senior year of high school. this was the year our school chose the student council (this was done through a google form screening followed by interviews conducted by head teachers and candidates were finalized by the vice principal). me and my best friend (of around a decade) both gave our names for a similar position which neither of us got (both gave interviews), but she received a lot of empathy from everyone whereas i didn't. i didn't mind that because i believed i wasn't worthy of it anyways but the competition definitely planted a seed of jealousy in my heart.

moving forward to October, we received our half-yearly exam results in which we both scored average marks, she a few more than me. my parents have always pushed me to do better than her and have compared me to her but i don't blame them since her mother used to the same thing to her when we were younger and the situation was reversed. even teachers of mine told me that can do better than her (in front of my parents), when we got home my father gave me a long lecture about i have the potential to do so much better but i don't make an effort, that even my teachers could see that and i couldn't.

this drove me out of my mind. i just wanted to be her friend but everyone around me was comparing me and making me feel inferior. because of this i stopped talking to her properly and kept my mouth shut around her. she was the extrovert with many friends and i only had her to call a friend. i would just let her be with other people and mind my own.

i was so deeply disturbed by all of this and the academic pressure that i started about thinking to end it all. every other day i was thinking about slashing my wrists, jumping from the roof or what it'd be like to drown, but i just didn't have the courage to do it. i just wanted to disappear and cease to exist (i still feel this but in a smaller magnitude) . i cried almost daily on this choking feeling and remember thinking how i just wanted this horrible feeling to go away, how i just didn't want to feel like shit anymore. then i met three of her guy friends (four of them took a class together) and felt a strong bond with them and all five us just fit perfectly with each other. i was so tired of keeping secrets from her that i let my guard down and told her everything my teachers said to me, her reaction was that of shock with disappointment but she took this a motivating factor to prove them wrong (and she did; she scored the 2nd highest marks in our batch).

despite of having my phone confiscated by my parents, i only scored above average and way below my expectation because i spent way too much time with the guys during the finals (two of them and i talked 5+ hours each day because i secretly took my phone away). i used to go to "morning walks" where i would meet them in secret at 5 in the morning (she did this too but only twice) , i have very conservative parents who don't let me hang out with boys so this was the only convenient timing as my parents were asleep. i guess i did this because i didn't want to fell left out and was extremely stupid. i hung out with them even after my parents discovered this and scolded me and took my phone away, this also led to a series of fights among us as i was dead set on ruining my future by not prioritizing my studies. during this time one of the dudes (whom i started liking) confessed feelings for my friend which, after a few days, she reciprocated. i died on the inside when i found this out, but another one of them confessed his feelings for me. we really clicked well with each other as friends but i didn't like him from a dating perspective. nonetheless i accepted it and we were dating. (keep in mind all of this happened during the finals month).

next month, April 2023,when our exams ended, my friend was going to move away to another city, so the four of us tried to hang out as much as we could before that (my friend and her boyfriend especially). she didn't want to carry on the relationship when she moved and broke up with him. i, on the other hand spent a lot of time with my "boyfriend". being the horny and dumb teenagers we were, we… hit second base within a few weeks of seeing each other.when did something like this for the first time, although everything was 100% consensual, i felt dirty, unclean, i couldn't shake of the this feeling and felt like this every time we were together. i guess second base might not be a big deal for many people, but i come form a very conservative country where having a boyfriend let alone hitting any bases is shamed upon.

during this period of time i thought i will develop feelings for him, but i didn't, couldn't, i wanted to slow things down and feel a real connection with him first but our feral asses were just having time of our lives whenever we were together. i finally put a foot down and told him we needed to do something else when when we see either instead of just making out and he agreed. but we never got the time for it. i was already thinking of leaving him but couldn't find an excuse until our results came out, seeing my scores i had a nice lecture by my mother saying "we told you so, good luck getting admission in a reputed college". i then used this in my favor to dump him stating i had to focus on studying for entrance exams to be in a decent college as my low scores won't take me anywhere. he tried to convince that we can around this but i knew if i caved in i won't be able to make out of this relationship. this happened over a call, he came to meet me in person, to change my mind but i was adamant and we broke things off.

i ended up scoring pretty well on the entrances and got accepted in one of the top universities in the course i wanted, turns out the finals' scores didn't have much weight-age in the computation of results and allocation of colleges.

since, i've had minimal contact with any of them and have blocked my "boyfriend". my best friend i have also nearly stopped talking. at first, she used to call me quite often and when she did, she always tried to subtlety establish that fact that she was superior to me, especially so after the felicitation of toppers. eventually we ran out of things to talk about and i just ignored her calls and could never gathered the mental capacity to call her back. now when i do call her call her, she doesn't want to talk to me which is only fair given that i have been an absolute asshole to her.

while i have met new people and made new friends in the college, nothing feels quite the same. i only feel little to something when i am with them. i can't motivate myself to do all the things i wanted to do after school was over. i wanted to do so much, reading so many books, embroidery, cooking, travelling…so much. hell, i can't even motivate myself to study. everyday i just think about what i could've done differently. i definitely don't want to be with that person but i miss the time we had. i kind of don't miss my best friend but still want to talk to her sometimes. i can't concentrate, can't move ahead, always feel stuck. and i still don't want to exist.(according to my research this is called emotional numbness and is a coping mechanism)

i have self diagnosed myself with multiple mental health disorders like depression, adhd, and neurodivergence, but when look into these further a voice in my head says, "is it even that serious?", "are you done playing the victim?", "you have convinced people of your innocence, but you know you deserve to rot", "the day they find out, they won't see you again", "these are only the consequences of your own actions", "you are an impostor, playing nice all the time"… i really want to take therapy but don't know how to ask for it, also my parents can't afford that kind of expense. mental health is a very hush-hush topic where i live, and people who take it are just considered mad.

please tell me if i am the one that is the problem?, have ruined my life because of my poor decisions?, have crossed the point of no return? how do i get rid of the numbness? i want to feel alive again and feel something…anything…

#mental health #aita #help #anyone #mentally fucked #therapy #am i the asshole #am i wrong #am i doing this right?

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dollarbin · 5 months

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Nickel Bin #1:

I'd Be Talking All the Time by Ringo Starr

We're starting all kinds of new nonsense this week here in the Dollar Bin. My famous brother publishes five days a week on Doom and Gloom From the Tomb. He's out of control. He's also concise, a word I clearly don't have much of a relationship with.

But there are certain moments going forward when I will declare that it's time for me, and you, to dive in and consider a single song, rather than an entire album. In such moments, we'll be reveling in the Nickel Bin rather than the Dollar Bin: you'll have less reading to do and therefore more time to spend on push ups and protest.

Sounds pretty sweet to me, but if you're unimpressed, please direct all complaints to Stephen Stills; most of the bad things in life are his fault, yes?

This inaugural edition of the Nickel Bin is a follow up to my recent post on Ringo Starr. I sought out his Nashville record after surviving Goodnight Vienna and I'm here to tell you people that Beaucoups of Blues is Ringo's masterpiece. The whole of Side A contains all the best things in life when it comes to Nashville and Ringo: throwaway lyrics, humble musicianship, even humbler song lengths, slick baton passing between the fiddler and Ben Keith's impeccable steel guitar, and Ringo's ridiculous - but also quite earnest - vocals.

The whole thing is a ton of fun; just look at the crew behind it all. Looks like a boy's school's marching band's 20th high school reunion when only one guy is still handsome (Ben Keith, first row flush right) and only one guy became rich and famous (Ringo, obviously).

Because I've never created a rule I didn't immediately break on this blog I'll play you two songs today. The first is the most inappropriately joyful and upbeat song about prostitution I've ever heard. Only Starr could make sex work sound like a wholesome, back slapping good time.

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This will be a great campfire song for the new summer camp I've got in development. Campers will come together at the end of each evening for swaying, smiling sing-a-longs: Reed's Heroin, Young's Borrowed Tune, and Cohen's Chelsea Hotel will feature prominently in the songbook and at the end of each evening the counselors will lead a stirring, sweet dreams version of Waits' What's He Building in There? We'll call it Trauma Camp; sign your kids up!

Anyway, what I really wanted you all to hear this evening is the last song on Side 1, I'd Be Taking All the Time. The song is fine, but it's the last 20 seconds that are worth your time all the time. Just listen to Ringo refer to himself in the 3rd person! I say that only Jonathan Richman, Rafi and Ringo can get away with such audacity.

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And be sure to hang out for Ringo's last note: I dare you to listen to Ringo's voice crack without smiling. He sounds like he's the newest member of Jerry Jeff Walker's Lost Gonzo Band and is heading down to Marble Arch Station, or like he's jumping off Bob Pollard's roof.

I don't know why Ringo looks so bummed on his album cover when he's so good at making us laugh.

Cheers, Everyone.

#Youtube #ringo starr #stephen stills still sucks #nickle bin!#doomandgloomfromthetomb #jerry jeff walker #robert pollard

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archivedsizhui · 1 year

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He knew that learning to adapt was key here while many had lost their creature comforts it was staggering to see--well--the dead simply rise up and come after them. It had been a hard lesson to learn and a lesson others would have to learn as well, all it took was one infected person to get free and bite someone and you had the same thing all over again--just elsewhere. Sizhui thought if they felt they were safe they were fools. No where was safe--but it could be made so. They would rebuild here. Sizhui had already begun in their apartment home.

Sizhui had admittedly lost far less--his father's were not here. His father's lived abroad traveling often and it was how the boy had learned to be so independent. Of course there was also the fact that SIzhui had been brilliant and at his youthful age was pretty much a doctor. He had intended to settle here for a time and if Cheong-San desired to travel after high school to attend a collage--Sizhui had been fully willing to pay for him to go anywhere he wanted to learn what he wanted. As he told Mr and Mrs. Lee he would take care of their son. He didn't want anything in return, it wasn't a loan it was making the world a better place.

The fear and panic had been a real thing--people had no idea what was going on you saw the worst and the best of people in this time. He managed to keep his small survivor group together. Given Sizhui could and would kick out anyone who proved to be problematic. He took no crap from anyone because he was running himself ragged for these people to have what they needed. It would not always be like this though things would settle there was already a teacher tending to the children's education, they had internet and electricity. Sizhui was also in the processes of getting sun panels put up to added more energy to their home. There was rooftops for hanging clothes, they had rain water that was boiled before being used, and things were looking up.

He had Cheong-San which was the most important thing out of all of this. Nothing would matter without him. Sizhui had come here to make a difference to add a youthful doctor to the hospital someone better able to speak to the youth. He had instead wound up a leader. Sizhui had been mad that Cheong-San had been bitten--he had been livid. He had also treated the wound though it was healing on its own. He had done so much research into the hombie's where he could. Sizhui had even found a way to dampen some of the instinct for them. He would not be afraid of Cheong-San he would not allow the fact that he had changed stand in the way of the love he had for him. Was he dangerous--yes of course it was a new change. Did that mean that Sizhui would turn him away, put distance from him --no. They had adopted a daughter, and they shared a home. Sizhui would live up to his promise to the Lee's he would take care of their son and love him as he deserved to be loved. Feelings did not change just because a body did.

Speaking of which--he had lost track of Cheong-San while he was working on the sun panels on the roof and he did a quick scan of the area. He wasn't thrilled with where he found his boyfriend. He looked like he was about to attempt a standing jump towards another roof top, and Sizhui did not need to speak and startle him instead he reach out and caught the other by the back of the hoodie he wore--Sizhui's hoodie really--but Cheong San stole them regularly.

"Mn." he said "I could read your body language--have you looked down." he inquired softly pointing over the side of the building with the hand not holding to the back of his collar. "If you fall from this height---" he left it unsaid. Their building had many floors and the fall was far. "I would like you to not be a splat on the ground." he said seriously. "We don't know all that hombies can do yet, and--" he how did he express this without sounding over protective, or domineering--"I want you to be here a long time, for me, for Chi."

@achromaticstars (Lee Cheong-San)

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lec743 · 2 years

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Home Life Complications - ROTTMNT Fic

Tina and Mikey hang out.

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Tina’s day at school was awful. She failed her math and science tests, even though she knows that she studied hard for them. Her pants ripped down the middle during P.E. class. And now that the Purple Dragon tech club kids are back in school, they’ve been actively harassing her by calling her names that made fun of her weight, putting rotting food into her locker, and along with other things she didn’t want to think about.

Trying to cool her head and make herself feel better, Tina was on a random roof top in New York as she was using her fan to fling herself high up in the air, and then drift slowly back down to the roof. She liked the feeling of falling slowly and feeling the wind through her short, blond hair.

Tina landed lightly on her feet and was about to go again when she heard clapping. She tensed up and got ready to blow away anyone that would threaten her, but then she saw it was an orange color coded giant turtle. He was smiling, and giggling, and clapping loudly. Tina recognized him.

“You’re S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s uncle! You were at my place like a month or so ago.”

“Yep. Hi again. Didn’t mean to spook you,” he said as he sat cross-legged on an air conditioner, “I just saw you and I thought I’d say hi. How’s your hand?”

He was talking about when she had her two middle fingers in a splint back when she dislocated them from punching Repo, “It’s Okay,” Tina shrugged.

Tina stared at him as she expected him to go off and do his own thing, but he just stared back at her with a smile.

“Can I see it?”

“See what?”

“Your fan,” he clarified, “I want to examine it.”

“I mean, I’ll open it wide so you can look at it, but I don’t want you touching it,” Tina said as she walked over to him and started pulling her fan out wider.

The orange turtle hopped down from the air conditioner and got up close to see the fan. Tina slowly turned it in her hands so that the turtle teenager could see it at every angle. As she was showing him her fan, she saw the stickers on his plastron and how they looked hand drawn and applied.

“I love the eagle, monkey, and dog drawings on it. Did you do draw them yourself?”

“No. Dad drew them on while he was making it.”

“Wow, he’s really good at drawing.”

Tina nodded in agreement as she put her fan away.

“What are you doing out here? Are you by yourself? I don’t want you to get hurt like your brother in red did.”

The teen groaned at her and said, “I’m fine. I’m not going to start a fight on my own like Raph did. Besides what are you doing up here by yourself?”

Tina raised an eyebrow at his sudden defensiveness, but she didn’t let it bother her.

“I was feeling bad from school, so I came up here to goof off on my own.”

“Oh…”

“Are you having a bad day too?”

He sighed but said nothing else as he kicked at a roof top pebble.

“I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves. I’m Tina. What’s your name?”

“Michelangelo, but you can just call me Mikey.”

“Well Mikey, do you want to go to the arcade with me. It’s only around the corner from here.”

“But I didn’t even think to bring a disguise,” he said.

“It’s nighttime and when you’re with me, you are in disguise. People will just think you’re in a really cool costume.”

“Oh. Hiding in plan sight… Yah, okay then.”

“Alright,” Tina beamed, “Let’s go.”

Tina got out her fan, grabbed Mikey’s three-fingered hand, then she flung themselves into the air, half gliding half falling to the arcade. As they traveled Mikey was yelling and hollering with glee the entire time and it made Tina smile.

They landed in a back alley of the Super Crazy All Night-er Arcade and Tina put away her fan as Mikey caught his breath.

As they went around the front Tina was excitedly jumping as she walked as she said, “Man, I’ve been wanting to come here for months.”

“Why haven’t you,” Mikey asked as they walked through the neon lit doorway.

“It’s no fun going to a place like this by yourself. I want someone to share the fun with.”

“What about your dad. Did he say he wouldn’t come with you or something? Or what about April. You two are friends, right?”

Tina was paying for their entry fee at the front desk as she said, “Dad would come here with me if I asked him, but being in a loud, neon and black light lit place like this hurts him too much for him to actually have fun with me. I don’t like being the only one enjoying myself. And as for April, sure I could ask her, but I don’t know. She’s the first friend I’ve made in a really long time so I don’t want to scare her away with my interests and what not.”

“Oh…”

Tina heard the sadness in his voice, and she immediately said, “But that doesn’t matter now, because you’re here and we can have fun together.”

Mikey smiled at her as they walked though the double doors that was previously muffling the loud music coming out of the arcade proper. The lights were off, and everything was aglow with black light paint and neon signs showing where everything is. There were old fashioned pinball machines, and shooting games, and rollercoaster simulators and Dance, Dance Revolution and so much more. In a far corner of the arcade is the bathrooms and food stand, with the food and drinks being the only other thing you have to pay for besides the entry fee.

“Woohoo! Let’s go do this one first,” Mikey said as he grabbed Tina’s wrist and pulled her towards a zombie shoot’em up.

Tina laughed with him.

The two teenagers played so many games together. They played a game of endurance to see which one would get sick on the rollercoaster simulator, which Tina angrily lost at. They competed in an intense game of Dance, Dance Revolution, and Mikey was surprised that he lost. They both sucked at any shooting game that they played on, but they were both good at Skee-Ball. Eventually the two of them decided to sit down and take a breather, with Tina ordering them both something to eat.

At the small table they were sitting at, Tina was calmly eating her nachos with extra jalapenos while she was watching Mikey absolutely demolish a large supreme pizza.

“Uh, Mikey. I’m not going to steal your food.”

He looked at her questioningly as he was lowly shoving a pizza slice into his mouth.

“Are you even tasting your food?”

Mikey took a second to chew and swallow his food then he said, “Sorry. It’s not everyday I get to eat an entire pizza by myself.”

“Ah, yes. Sharing with three other siblings must be hard.”

Mikey handed her a slice of pizza and asked, “Do you want a slice?”

Tina waved it away and said, “No thank you. I don’t like pizza.”

Mikey gasped and held his pizza slice close to his chest like he was covering the ears of a child from someone who was cussing loudly, “How can you say that. Pizza is the perfect food.”

“I’m not going to get into it because it’s a long story, but Dad didn’t know how to raise a human child when he found me, okay. And mistakes were made. The consequences of those mistakes are that I don’t like pizza and I never will.”

Mikey stopped clutching his pizza slice like they were pearls, then said, “Oh. Well, that’s sad.”

Tina just shrugged.

As Tina was adding a few jalapenos to her cheese covered chip she asked, “So, why were you out on your own tonight. Just needed to get out of the house for a bit?”

“Yah. I was just getting in the way of everyone, so I thought I’d go out,” Mikey said as he flicked a black olive into a nearby trashcan.

“Getting in the way?”

“Yah. Like how little brothers can be. I apparently was just being annoying to everyone.”

Tina watched as he slightly sunk into his shell like he was going to disappear into it. She ate her chip, then said, “Well, I wouldn’t know what having a sibling would be like. It’s only ever been me and my dad and a grandmother figure I had who died when I was four. I always wanted a sibling. Someone to play games with. To share secrets with. To plan world domination with.”

That last comment made Mikey laugh then he said, “Having siblings isn't all fun and games though. Sometimes I want to smack Leo's smug grin off his face, or sometimes I want to sabotage Donnie's tech so he doesn't program it to favor him, and sometimes Raph is such a smother that I want to scream. It's exhausting sometimes."

“But they are there for you regardless, right. Even when you all are sick of each other, you come back together.”

Mikey smiled and she smiled back as Mikey said, “Yah. You know, maybe I shouldn't have left without telling everyone where I was going.”

Tina sucked air between her teeth then said, “Yah, that's not good. I still have Donnie's phone number on my phone. How about we get out of here and call them.”

“Hold on. Let me finish this first,” he said as he shoved the last two pizza slices into his mouth.

The two of them walked back outside and Tina got out her phone. Then she saw that she had several missed phone calls from April and Donnie.

“Looks like they were looking for you,” Tina stated as she dialed Donnie's number into her phone.

The phone kept ringing until it hit the voice mail stage and Tina hung up. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach as she then tried to call April. Again, it kept ringing until it went to voice mail.

“Hey, was April over at your place when you left?”

Mikey nodded, then said, “Yah, she was helping Donnie with an experiment he was working on.”

“Oh, well, neither Donnie or April picked up their phones and I have a bad feeling about this. How far away are we from your place?”

“Uhhh, about forty blocks from here.”

“Let’s giddy-on up then. Lead the way.”

Mikey nodded then ran ahead. Tina lagged a bit behind him as she followed. She’s not much of an endurance runner, so when they made it to a rundown apartment that had some weird vines poking out of a few windows, she was breathing heavily and leaning against a lamp post to steady herself.

“How are you doing,” Mikey asked her as he rubber her back.

“That. Didn’t. Feel. Like. Forty. Blocks,” Tina gasped between each pause, “Does your place always look like that?”

“The vines are new,” he said as he examined the building, “They kind of look like Barry’s vines.”

“Is Barry a yōkai?”

“Yah.”

“Was Donnie doing science experiments on yōkai powers or something?” Tina said finally getting her breath back.

“I don’t know! I was kicked out of his little lab room before I could even ask him about it.”

The sound of glass shattering and landing on the concrete interrupted their conversation. Neither of them liked how eerily silent the apartment was despite it looking like it was completely full of purple-pink vines.

Tina got out her fan and opened it twenty-five percent wide for maximum air cutting purposes. Mikey pulled out his nunchucks and they started slightly glowing an orange hue.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Mikey said as he walked towards the building, with Tina following close behind him.

They walked over the purple-pink vines as they seethed through the windows and under the lobby door. As Mikey was trying to pull the doors open, Tina saw that five vines were rising like cobras ready to strike. She swung her fan, and a concentrated blast of wind came out of it, cutting three of the five vines. As soon as she cut them, five more rose.

“Oh. I’ve made a mistake,” Tina warned Mikey.

“Like what,” he asked groaning while pushing the door wide open.

The seven vines became eleven when Mikey wedged the lobby door open.

“I see the mistake,” he said as he looked at the vines surrounding them.

Before either of them could say anything else all eleven vines lunged at them. Tina cut them with her fan and Mikey spun his nunchucks with such speed or accuracy that he was also cutting them down. The more they cut, the more that appeared to attack them.

Tina felt Mikey grab her arm and he pulled her running into the building.

“Don’t worry guys! I’m coming!” Mikey yelled as Tina allowed herself to be pulled as she trusted Mikey to keep eyes forward while she defended their retreat. Cutting any attacking vines with her sharp wind.

Her ankle caught on the stairs that Mikey didn’t warn her about when he was pulling her. She slipped out of his grip and landed hard on her back on the vine covered stairs. The vines that were chasing them zeroed in on her, and vines broke through the walls on either side of her and pierced down at her. She immediately rolled out of the way, with the vines scratching her back.

Mikey was keeping the wave of vines away from them as Tina cut her way out of the vines that was keeping her pinned to the stairs.

Once she was up on her feet again, she yelled, “Get behind me,” as she opened her fan to fifty present wide.

Mikey did a cool backflip over her head and landed behind her. Tina then swung her fan three times at the wave of vines. The wind only cut down a few small purple-pink vines, but mostly they were pushed back like reeds against the wind. She managed to push them back with out damaging the building anymore than it already was.

“Go! Go! Go!” Tina urged Mikey up the stairs.

As they ran through the stairwell, more vines came out of the walls and attempted to spear them. Mikey jumped, dived, and slid out of the way of the attacking vines. Tina flailed, cut, and rolled through the vines.

“How are we going to fix this,” Tina shouted as she got cut by a vine that she couldn’t dodge quick enough.

“I don’t know!”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“We just have to get to my family. Then help Donnie and Raph with whatever plan they have,” Mikey said, dodging and hitting vines with his nunchucks.

“I can’t believe we ran in here without a plan!”

Tina cuts down a handful of purple-pink vines.

“I have a plan! It’s, help my family, then we’ll be able to take care of the vines together.”

Tina would have argued with him more if she wasn’t knocked off her feet by vines.

The two of them worked their way up to the third floor where Mikey said is where his family’s place is. Fighting up to the third floor felt more like they had to walk up all the way to the eighth floor. The two of the made it to a door that was completely covered in vines. Mikey used his nunchucks to get rid of the vines blocking his front door while Tina fought to keep the attacking vines, behind them, back.

Mikey bust through the vines and pulled Tina into the small apartment that was covered wall to wall in vines.

“Guys! April! Dad! Barry! Were here! Make some kind of noise!” Mikey called out into the studio apartment.

There was no sound. Not even the sound of people struggling against being tied up or defending themselves against the snake-like vines.

Mikey ran to look into all the studio rooms while Tina kept working on keeping the vines back, even going so far to see if they'd stop attacking if she asked nicely. That idea didn't work like she hoped, of course, but it was worth a quick shot.

Then from the single bedroom Tina heard Mikey cry out. She quickly blew back the attacking vines out the front door, and slammed it shut, knowing that, that will only give her enough time to run to the orange color coded turtle.

Tina saw Mikey kneeling before six people shaped lumps, with three of them wearing red, blue, and purple ragged masks. Orange flames started to engulf Mikey as he cried, “They’re gone. They’re all gone!”

Before Tina could even comprehend what was going on before her. Mikey had set ablaze all the vines in the immediate area with orange fire, that kept spreading. Tina felt no heat from the fire and the building itself didn’t seem to be catching fire. Only the vines seemed the be shriveling and turning to ash. Regardless, it was an upsetting scene to see.

She stared at Mikey in shock as he was surrounded by fire, until she heard him sobbing. Tina tentatively walked through the orange flames, then crouched on her knees beside him as he cried over the withering people shaped vines.

Tina sat quietly, not wanting to interrupt whatever he needed to do on his own in this moment and it’s not like she wasn’t saddened by the prospect that two strangers, his brothers, and April got, got by snake like vines. She’s sure to cry about this when she’s at home in her bed, but Mikey’s more connected to these people than she’ll ever be and now she had to try and be there for him as she may be all he’ll have now.

Eventually, the flames died around him, and all that was left of the vines were black ash, but Mikey continued to cry into his hands. Every other moment he’d look up at the six ash piles and cry even harder. After a minute, when Tina was sure that his magical orange fire was gone, she placed a hand on his shell as an awkward gesture of comfort.

Instantly, Mikey turned to her and hugged her hard, like a child would hold a teddy bear when they had a nightmare. He squeaked and coughed as he tried to speak through his tears.

“We just got settled in Barry’s apartment. We were working together to try and find a new home. Why did this have to happen?”

Tina sighed as she hugged him gently back, then said, “I don’t know why. But it sucks so much and it’s unfair that this happened to you.”

Mikey sobbed as he cried into her shoulder.

They kept hugging each other until they both heard a group of voices shout out to Mikey all at once. The two teenagers turned towards the noise to see Mikey’s brothers, April, a giant pudgy rat man, and a tall purple-ish man that Tina is sure she recognizes but isn’t sure from where.

Tina immediately let go of Mikey as he scrambled to run into Raph’s arms for a big hug as Mikey said, “I—I thought you guys got killed by the weird vines!”

“No. When we left to search for you, the complex wasn’t infected by vines,” Leo said.

“That’s my bad,” Donnie said as he dropped his blue and red lensed goggles over his eyes to look around, “I guess I didn’t seal my project up as securely as I thought I did.”

“Where have you guys been? I tried calling you back,” Tina asked as she stood up and dusted off her knees, “And what kind of project do you need people shaped vines for,” she added while she pointed accusingly at Donnie.

“I'm practicing my bio engineering and I thought it’d be cool to make plant mechs. So sue me,” Donnie said, getting defensive.

“We got caught up in a situation with Big Mama,” Raph explained as he continued to hug Mikey and the rat man was patting Mikey's shell, “We were under the impression that she took our little bro.”

“I'm so sorry guys. I should've just told you where I was going,” Mikey's muffled voice said against Raph's plastron.

“Where were you? I thought you were asleep this whole time, or something,” April said, “Were you with him this entire time?”

Tina shrugged at the “entire time” bit then said, “Mikey and I were playing in a loud arcade. I didn't even feel my phone vibrate.”

“I’m just happy my son is safe. Thank you, Blondie, for being with him,” the rat man said.

Tina bowed respectfully and said, “No Problem, Mr. R.O.U.S.”

The tall purple-ish furry man in traditional Japanese robes sighed, then said, “Well, this mess isn’t going to clean itself up. I’ll go get the brooms.” Then he turned and walked away.

“I’ll go check on the neighbors,” Tina offered as she started to leave, but she was stopped by April.

“Nu-uh! Look at you. You’re bleeding. We’re taking care of all this, first.”

April grabbed Tina’s wrist and started pulling her to the bathroom.

Pulling lightly against her, Tina said, “But what about the others? They’re probably terrified after what happened in their apartments.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” Leo said, “The only other neighbor that we have in this dingy apartment complex is Miss Mase on the first floor and she always goes out for bingo at night.”

Tina looked at Leo in horror at how few people are living here as April continued to pull her towards the bathroom, “What? Is this place brimming with cockroaches and lead paint or something? Jeez!”

April cleaned and patched up the scratches on Tina’s arms and back. When the girls came out of the bathroom, they saw the boys sweeping up the ashes into plastic bags. The tall pinkish-purple fuzzy guy was standing around, not moving his arms, but had vines protruding out of himself that was cleaning for him. The turtle boys were working together to sweep up, even with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. helping, who looked like he was a casualty of the vines since he was almost black with soot. The small rat guy was sitting on a recliner giving constructive advice.

Tina sighed at the sight of all the soot being everywhere, then cracking her fingers, she said, “Welp. Let’s get too it.”

Tina and April stayed until at least Barry’s apartment was cleaned up. All eight of them were tired and sooty from cleaning. Except for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. who was trying hard to show Tina the miniature indoor scatting ramp that the boys made for him to play on.

“I better get going. It’s almost dawn and if Dad’s not awake already, he’s probably worried,” Tina said, “Are you coming with April?”

She shook her head and said, “No. My parents know I’m staying the night with the guys.”

Mikey grabbed her arm and said, “Why don’t you stay the night too. It’ll be fun.”

Yawning she pats his head with the arm he’s holding, then said, “No thank you. Thanks for offering. Good luck with those nightmares kid. I’m sure after that scare, you’re going to get hit hard with them. A bye-bye.”

She saw Mikey pout at her as she turned away from them and she heard a choir of goodbyes as she closed the apartment door behind her.

#fanfiction #oneshot #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise mikey

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keentyrantstudent-blog1 · 7 months

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Hello guys I going to be using this blog to publish my fanfiction, please don't be shy to present any criticism so I can imorove Note: Hello everyone this is my first story so enjoy

All Might: I think you should be a little reasonable with your dreams young man, it is okay to dream but you should be more reasonable about it. To answere your question I think that a quirkless person cannot be a hero.

All izuku could do was hear it all in silence as his idol the No 1 hero All Might shattered his dreams. After giving his opinion all might left the roof jumping away (all might doesn't turn into his deflated version in this story)

Why, why does it have to be like this, what did I even do to deserve this did I really dream to high was it all wrong in that moment all Izuku saw was face of his mother the day before she died

Flashback

It was a day like any other, Izuku had just received his most recent beating from bakugo and had just entered his apartment, he didn't bother to look if anyone was home during this time of the day his mother was usually patrolling the streets of mustafu as the the hero "Magnetic" while his sister would still be at UA she had a habit of staying after school with her friends.

Izuku immediately went to his room, and took off his shirt and started to look for a first aid kit, bakugo had burned his shoulder pretty bad it really, hindered his movement as every time he tried to move his arm, he'd get a striking sensation of pain, izuku turned around to check if the first aid kit was on his study desk, but what he saw was was a pair of emerald green eyes staring at him from the gap between the door, izuku froze in place, his face had a expression of horror on it and then whoever it was that was staring at izuku went away, there heavy footsteps echoed in the entire apartment and then the sound of the door slamming came, izuku ran out of his room in hopes to find his sister there, if his sister was the one that saw him the situation would be some what salvageable, but he found no one there.

But izuku got his answere, he found out who saw him, as his mother was found hanging from the ceiling of her room the next day.

Izuku knew why she did it, it wouldn't take a genius to figure it out, she saw his injuries yesterday, she blamed herself from them, but for those who didn't know of the encounter yesterday it was a mystery "hero commits suicide!" It was all over news, part of him wanted to tell someone about it, specially his sister but izuku as bakugo had always said was a coward.

Flashback of Present day ( before izuku met all might)

Kacchan: you want a quirk nerd, take my advice take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk I your next life.

Present

Yeah Kacchan was right maybe the best thing to do is to just take a swan dive and hope for a quirk in my next life after all the fact that all efforts of my mum goes unnoticed, unappreciate is cause of me, I can't hold her back for the rest of my miserable life. That's what Izuku thought then before he could rethink his decision he ran towards the edge off the roof and jumped.

For a moment it was like the whole world was in slow-motion, izuku closed his eyes waiting for the moment he dies but it never came.

Wait a minute I should be dead, why am I not That's when reality hit izuku he never touched the ground someone saved him. Izuku opened his eyes to see him on the same rooftop again but he wasn't on the ground he was in arms of someone (bridle style), izuku looked at his savior he had blonde hair, golden eyes he was wearing a lightning yellow hacket.

Izuku: th-thank you for saving my life

?????: your thankful, mostly people who are saved from suicide are angry(he said in a calm and soft voice)

Izuku: i thought that was the appropriate thing to say

?????: and it was but what, but judging from what you just said I can safely assume that you like many others is not happy that your life didn't end am I right? I'm interested to know is why did you want to kill yourself.

Izuku: one, yes I'm not happy and two it's the right thing to do

?????: "right thing to do" ?

Izuku: yeah it's only right all I've done my entire life is to make other's life harder it's going to be much better with me gone

?????: hmm that's not right, what did you do make there lives so much harder?

Izuku: it's just, it's cause i-

Izuku stayed silent not wanting to tell his story to a complete stranger.

?????: and I'm still waiting for you answer

Izuku: IM QUIRKLESS ALRIGHT!!!! There's your answere now go do whatever you were going to do originally

?????: honestly when are you going to get on the topic huh?

Izuku: I just told you didn't i, I'm quirkless

?????: that's not a reason to kill your self broccoli head

Izuku: what do you mean when you say that being quirkless is no reason to kill yourself huh? If you want me to say it I'll say it okay, it's because of me my dad left and it's cause of me my mother is dead, WHAT MORE REASON DO I NEED!

?????: I'm sorry your mother is what?

Izuku: nothing! (Trying to cover up his previous outburst)

Zenitsu stood in silence thinking of his next move.

Izuku: oh no.

?????: DO(karte chop to the head) YOU THINK(karate chop to the head) THAT'SWHAT YOUR MOTHER(karate chop to the head) WANT?!(karate chop to the head) looks it's none of my business what happened between you and your mum, but here's the thing I can tell whatever it was, it wasn't your fault! And I'm sure she likes her son alive than dead.

Izuku's eyes widened, realizing that this man that this stranger was saying the correct thing, his mother would have never want him to die like this.

Izuku: ouch! I'm really sorry okay, I admit I might not have thought this through.

?????: you bet you didn't, if I wasn't there you would have surely died!

?????: just so I know what even is your name?

Izuku: Izuku Midoriya

?????: Zenitsu Agatsuma

Zenitsu: you know what I'll walk you home so that you don't try anything on your way, you got somewhere to go right, siblings? a relative maybe?

Izuku: yeah my sisters , she'll kill me if she found out about this!

Zenitsu: oh yeah, well thats what you deserve.

Zenitsu: you know what tell me all that led you to this moment, I want to know your story and if I like I might just not tell your sister, by the way is she hot ?(Zenitsu said curious about the boy he just met, also trying lightenup the mood).

#anime #mha #mha deku #izuku midoriya #demon slayer #zenitsu agatsuma #kny #mha oc #fanfic

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Marriage. 62

Chapter 62: An Endanger City and the little Girl that keeps it safe

As I get ready for the new school year, mom reminds me to not forget anything. This time around I figured the perfect route to school, without having to bump into anyone. Also, Bulma was awesome enough to give me a new bike. It’s perfect enough that I can go as fast as I want, but enough that people won’t question my speed. Also, this time around, I learned what was a normal size lunch, for people not to question my eating habits. Last time I got so many weird looks; it was uncomfortable.

As I enter the school building, I spot Erasa and Sharpner by their lockers. I’m still not sure if I should say hi or something. I actually have half a mind to just walk to my locker, and hope I don’t get notice. “Hey nerd boy!” Never mind; Sharpner spotted me. As I walked over to them, I notice that Videl is yet with them. I wonder why. “So, nerd boy, what classes you got this year?” As we shared information, it turns out we have all the same classes this year. What gives? And the worst part of it all, Videl came out of nowhere and took my schedule.

“What a surprise. We got the same classes.” And she slapped my back. What is this girl? Man, if Goten didn’t jump on my back this morning, maybe that slap wouldn’t help as much as it did. And how the heck did I not sense her coming? The rest of the day was uneventful, to P.E class. Usually no teams wants to have me join them, but this time Sharpner volunteered me to Videl’s team. Today we were playing baseball. I’ve read about it, and seen Yamcha play, but I never played. I was so zoned out, till I heard something get hit. I looked up and there was the ball. I caught it, and tried to gently toss it. My gentle needs some work. And everyone gave me weird looks for how high I jumped. Ok, so no jumping too high and staying in the air for too long. Those what normal teens do, right? It’s hard controlling my strength, but I’ll get the hang of it, eventually.

During lunch, I tried escaping to the roof again, just to be followed by these three. They were kind of surprised on the amount I ate, but I didn’t tell them this was just a quarter of my usual. Erasa and Videl ate really small lunches, smaller than what mom eats. Sharpner on the other hand, ate something a bit bigger. It got me wondering, what is a normal size meal for a full human? Bulma and mom eats way more than these two. But maybe case they picked it us with living with sayians. Then again, I never seen 18 or Bunny eat. For all I know, everyone just has different eating habits.

“Earth to Gohan!” That’s when I snapped out of my thoughts. “Man, nerd boy. Pay attention. I was trying to ask, if you’re gonna join any clubs this year.” I looked over to Sharpner.

“Probably not. I don’t really got the time, and stuff.”

“What you mean?”

“I just have stuff to do after school. Like all my assignments, and extra homework.” And helping mom with Goten, sometimes. But I wasn’t going to tell them that.

“Come on nerd boy, live a little.” He then slaps my back. “Forget those damn assignments, you’ll have plenty of time for that afterwards.” Oh, if he knew my mom, he would take those words back in a heartbeat. Just thinking about what mom would say gives me the chills.

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I can’t believe this! Mom is making me go to school, too! Why can’t I stay home, and play? “Goten, you need an education. So, you’re going to school.”

“But what about homeschool? Why you change your mind now? Gohan was homeschool all the way till now, so why can’t I? why can’t I be homeschooled till high school?”

“Gohan situation is different. He was supposed to start school at 3, but things happened. I tried putting him in school at 6, but other things came up. And since you wasn’t dragged away from me, and have the closes to a normal childhood. I’m going to make sure you go to school like a normal child.”

“But mom! Why can’t we wait one more year?”

“Goten, you’re going to be 6 soon. You’re going to school! And that’s the end of the argument!” She continues dragging me through the hallway, of this supposed school building. This is so embarrassing. “Then walk.” I rather be dragged than do that. So, onward to my new prison. I hope they have yummy food at least. “If not, I packed you a small snack for lunch. And when you get home, you’ll get more food.” Aw man! I’m going to be starving like Gohan now! This just sucks big time!

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I can’t believe my boys. For goodness sake. I do everything I can to have them happy. I want my kids to be successful and happy adults. I want what’s best for them, and they only think about playing. But I love my kids, and they’ll realize one day I’m doing everything for them. They’re going to be the death of me. But hey, I’ll be happy knowing I did everything I could.

When Gohan and Goten gets home, from their first day, they look like someone took their favorite toy and broke it. When I asked what was wrong, they went on about how school sucks. Goten went on about how loud the other kids were, and he had to cover his ears the whole time. Then how lunch tasted awful. Plus, some kids were being super mean to a girl, for no reason. “Like, she was minding her own business, playing with her dolls. And then this bigger girl just pushed her. It was so not nice! When the mean girl left, I went to check if the other girl was ok. She said how she was used to the other kids bullying her. So, I told the teacher. And don’t you believe. The teacher didn’t do anything!” Goten kept going on and on how it’s not right. And he asked me if he could invite the girl over one day to play.

“I’ll see what I can do. What about your day, Gohan?” He looked at his food, then back at us. He told it was ok, and that he should get a head-start on his studies. After I washed the dishes, I head to his room with his favorite snack. “You sure everything was ok, Gohan.”

“Yeah mom. Just exhausting is all.” Why do I feel he’s not telling me something?

“Well, here a snack, and try to get some rest.” I kiss his forehead and leave the room. My boys are sure something else. I wonder if those high school kids are being nice to my baby.

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Not even two months in and already I feel like I learned everything. The only class that are slightly a challenge are English, and PE. English mostly because I can’t laugh at what I’m reading. Like come on. Mr. Satan is in everything. And it’s hilarious how they idolize him. And when I’m up to read out loud, I had to hold back a snicker to get through it all. Can you blame me? In one chapter they spoke about the Cell Games. I swear, the way they have it written down would even make my dad laugh.

Now PE was a whole different challenge. Not only did I had to hold back, by a lot, I was put into more team activities. All in thanks to Sharpner and Videl taking turns on who’s team I was on. I don’t know why they fight over who team I’m on. Well more like, whose team I won’t be on. Videl hates it every time she gets stuck with me. Well too bad, not like I want to be stuck with you anyway. “Did you say something nerd boy?” Uh? What in the world? Oh, never mind. It was probably just my imagination.

It’s finally November! I don’t know when or how, but I started keeping track of the days. I was just looking forward to all our off days. Especially since it meant I could sleep in, and just relax in my room. But today was kind of weird. I know Videl is here today, but where is she? Usually she’s in class either before me, or we make it to class at the same time. Just then Erasa gets to her seat. She looks over at Sharpner, and asked him, “So, what was it this time?”

“Nothing big. Just some robbers holding up the bank. Videl probably finished by now.” I was going to ask what they meant, when a certain blue eye girl ran into the classroom. Once she sat her seat, next to Sharpner is when he spoke again. “So, how did it go?”

“Not bad. It was just some thug forgetting his place.” Ok, now I’m just baffled.

“Where did she go?” They all looked at me confused. That’s when Erasa had a shock face.

“That’s right! You probably haven’t even notice, that she even leaves class to help the cops.” She then pulls Videl under her arm, and points at her. “Our Videl here, is a little crime fighter. Whenever the cops are in trouble, she helps them out. Our city is always safe when Videl is at the scene.”

“Wow. Impressive.” I didn’t put much though into what happens around here, once I leave school. Maybe I should check it. Mom probably won’t mind if I come home a few minutes late or anything.

After class, instead of doing my usual route, I just stood on the roof of the school. I followed Videl’s ki, till she was far enough that I could start following her by flight. She so happened to be dealing with another rubbery. Hey, aren’t those the same guys I stopped back when I first started school? How they get out of jail? As I watched, I saw how they were shooting, and were aiming at the cop cards. Videl seem to work her way around all the cars, as she tried getting closer to the robbers.

She was able to take the big guy out with one kick. Impressive. She then handle the other two pretty well. But then I saw one with a rocket launcher, aiming at her. This isn’t good. I turned super sayian and quickly got the rocket, and left the scene before anyone even saw me. I threw the rocket to the air, and continued watching what Videl was doing. And she deals with this on a regular bases? That’s not right. It’s actual plain dangerous. Well, maybe I could ask Bulma for some help. Like a disguise or something, so I can help out. At least, when she needs it. Hey, it’ll almost be like I’m playing superhero, too. That sounds fun.

Once I see Videl hand over the robbers, is when I finally flew off to Bulma’s. When I get there, she just working on another bike. Boy, she just loves her bikes. I then tell her my little situation, leaving out the Videl part, and she agrees to help me. She tells me to just give her a bit, and I go in search of Trunks. Maybe we could play video games while I wait. I end up facing Vegeta, and he’s giving a weird look. “Disgusting slacker.” Well nice to see you too, Vegeta. As he’s about to walk away, he turns to me one more time. He then looks speechless. What did I even do? “You got to be kidding me. Who is she?” WHAT?

“What in the world are you talking about?” He then looks me over one more time, and then walks off. What just happened?

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That was strange, it felt like someone was watching me just now. How bazaar. Also, that guy with the launcher, he looks like he seen a ghost. Once I handed these guys over, I notice something moved really fast on the roof. What in the world?

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