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kayentokk · 2 days

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Hey :) How are you doing?

Okay so, i wanted to request a platonic father Aizawa in which he is out patroling and he finds his teen daughter doing something ilegal with her friends or something like that.

Please and thankss :)

A/N; I’m okay thanks for asking! Love this idea, I’ve gotten many requests somewhat related to this lately actually! I’ll be posting those throughout the week. Also sorry it’s taken me a while to get to this! 🥲 I truly believe Aizawa is a girl dad and a softie parent.

Pairing; Platonic!Father Aizawa x Fem!Daughter Reader

Contains; a little ooc Aizawa, fluff, soft, drug mentions, reader is about 16-17 like mha characters, quirk-less reader, death mentions, bad friends, comfort

wc; 1,763

You weren’t supposed to get caught. In fact, you didn’t even think you would. It wasn’t a big deal anyways, you only did it because you thought it’d be a way to relax with your friends. Plus, if you guys did get caught your backup plan was your father. It wasn’t like he was going to detain you…right?

Wrong.

You were very wrong to believe that your father wouldn’t take you into custody over a little weed with your friends. You just wanted to have fun! Besides, you didn’t want to be the ‘perfect heroes daughter’ who’s a buzzkill. Why couldn’t he understand that?

There was just so much pressure that came with being the child to a hero. Your friends already joked about how you were too ‘good’ to do anything remotely illegal. Which is part of the reason you were in this situation in the first place.

Of course he just happened to be patrolling around the alley you and your friends decided to get a little high in. That was just your luck, he didn’t seem mad though. So you thought he’d just tell you guys not to do it anymore, and move on. Nope. Leave it to Aizawa to want to teach you a ‘lesson’ all of a sudden. He was normally just a “don’t do it again,” kind of parent. Mostly because you had never done anything of this caliber before.

“Did you really have to bring me in?”

Silence.

“I mean come on, none of the other heroes care. They’re too busy thinking about protecting the city, shouldn’t you be too? Nobody cares about a couple of kids getting a little buzzed, besides everyone does it nowadays-“

“That doesn’t make it okay y/n.”

You’ve rarely seen him like this, so tense. He didn’t look angry, but you couldn’t shake the feeling you got that he was. It was almost….scary.

So you resigned to a simple, “Okay, I’m sorry.” Were you really sorry though? Not that much, you still didn’t see the big deal.

He let out a low grunt, “This is serious y/n, I know you think I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” well he said it first, “but you could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“Hurt? From getting a little high?”

“Criminals lace that stuff all the time, whether it’s with poison, more drugs, or whatever else they decide-“

“Yeah sure, but we got it from a trusted source-“

“And who’s that?” He said crossing his arms.

Oops.

You decided it’d be best not to respond right now. Especially since the source wasn’t technically trusted, just another kid who got it from someone else. Who probably got it from someone else too.

Sensing your apprehension he decide to drop it, “we’ll revisit that later,” he said waving a dismissive hand. “I’ll drop you off at home, you’re grounded.”

You internally groaned at that, grounded? That’s a new one, you were starting to really regret your decision. You should have just told your friends no, even if it meant being the ‘buzzkill.’ Then you remembered, your friends-

“What about my friends?”

“We’re working on calling their parents to come pick them up soon.”

“No!-“ you said sharply, “I-I mean, can’t you just let them off? Or something?”

“You know that’s not how this works, they are already getting off with a minor offense. The worst they’re going to get is their parents’ scolding.”

“Dad! You don’t understand-“

“I understand perfectly fine, a bunch of young kids wanted to ‘have fun’ and thought this was the best way to do it.”

Okay maybe he did understand, but not your side. He didn’t get that now you’d officially be the outcast, the top 10 ranked hero’s daughter who gets everyone in trouble. Does he get how embarrassing that is?

“Come on, let’s get going.”

You stood from the chair leaving the comfort of being shielded, by the small desk separator, from your friends’ piercing gazes. They thought your dad would let you all off too considering the chaos the city’s currently in.

You nervously waved and mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ to them before rushing out the door trying to follow closely behind Aizawa.

You guys didn’t speak the whole way home, you opted for silence mostly because it wasn’t that big of a deal and he just didn’t know what to say. You had never done anything like that before, or had he just never caught you? When did that start?

He remembered when you were little and you’d give your vegetables to stray animals so you didn’t have to eat them, or when you tried to sneak out at night and he caught you. But those were all pretty minor things, and he was only always concerned with your safety.

You’d never done anything this bad, and in terms of the worst thing you could do of course this wasn’t horrible but he still didn’t get why. It couldn’t have just been for fun.

He entered the house after unlocking the door and opening it for you. Before you could make it to your room, where you’d probably go to sulk, he decided he’d ask.

“Why did you want to do that y/n?”

You stopped and turned around to face him. He was standing in front of the door, and now that you actually took in his appearance he looked tired. His dark circles more prominent, eyes a light pink most likely from his quirk, and his black pants had small patches of dust that had been hastily patted off on them.

You replied after a moment, briefly forgetting his question, “For fu-“

“And don’t just say for fun, because I know you and there are plenty of other things you would do for fun.”

You huffed resigning to just come out with it, “it was a bet.”

“A bet?”

“My friends bet me that I wouldn’t get high with them since I’m a hero’s daughter.”

“And you decided to take them up on that?”

“Yes, I know it was stupid okay?”

“I know you know, you’re smarter than that. So why’d you say yes?”

Why’d he have to be so persistent? “Maybe because I thought I’d finally get some friends.”

“What do you mean y/n? You do have friends.”

“No, I don’t. Momo, Tsu, and Uraraka only hang out with me out of pity, since you’re their teacher, if they even have time-“

“Pity? Y/n no they don’t, there’s nothing pitiful about you at all-“

You scoffed, “don’t lie. I get you’re my dad and all but be honest with yourself, truly honest.”

“I am being honest. I’d never lie-“

Guess you’d just have to spell it out for him then. “The only daughter you had killed your wife, was born quirk-less, and there’s nothing special about her!” You were shocked at the admission of your own feelings but kept going, “I don’t have a talent, I’m not exceptionally smart, I’m not breathtakingly pretty, and I can’t even make friends!” You listed raising a finger for each reason, “Now tell me what about that is not pitiful?”

After that question there was silence, and Aizawa was just looking at you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until the first tear slid down your nose crease and hit the corner of your lip. Before touching could even wipe your tear or register the sound of footsteps approaching you, you were being hugged. Fully covered by his arms, your head grazing the bottom of his chin where stubble had began to grow, face buried partially into his scarf.

You heard high pitched wailing, which you hadn’t even registered was you until his hand began to rub up and down your back with quiet ‘shh’s to try calming you.

“Don’t cry, it’s okay. It’s not your fault, none of it okay?” He began whispering in your ear.

“Your mom and I both knew the challenges she’d have if she gave birth to you. We were well aware, and she wanted to have you. She didn’t care if she’d die in the process, you are our child.”

He continued comforting you, and when you eventually calmed down he let go and gently pulled your face out of his chest so you could look him in his tired, red eyes. “I love you so much, and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough okay? It’s my fault I’m sorry. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you’re perfect. I mean that, I’d never lie. You don’t need a quirk, to be super smart, or have a special talent. You’re perfect to me, okay? And that’s all that matters. You’re important to me,” he said firmly.

“Okay?”

You sniffled, reaching a hand to wipe your nose, “okay.”

“Hey,” he said turning your face back to his, “I really mean it, I’d be no where without you. And how could you say you’re not beautiful? I know I’m not the best looking hero, but haven’t you seen the pictures of your mom? You take after her, gorgeous. Nothing I’d ever change about you, I don’t regret anything.”

“Okay,” you said slightly unused to him saying these things, “I’ve never heard you say something so corny dad,” you said chuckling trying to lighten the mood.

At that, he gave a small grin which faded when he remembered your earlier point, “And Ochaco, Tsuyu, and Yaoyorozu do like being your friend. Not just because I’m their teacher, trust me I’m more of a supervisor if anything. I let them figure most stuff out on their own. They wanted to meet and hang out with you. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit, you make friends just fine.”

“I know, I know, it was just heat of the moment stuff dad.”

He let out a sigh of relief, hugged you once more, and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I still have about another hour of night patrol, but I’ll stay here if you want me to?”

“No dad, it’s fine go.”

He looked at you once more as if saying, ‘are you sure?’

“Yes I’m sure I’m fine, it’s only an hour anyways.”

“Okay, call me if you need anything, I’ll be back soon,” he said headed towards the door.

“Okay,” you said starting to walk to your room.

But just before he shut the door you dashed for it and started, “Hey! does this mean-“

“No you’re still grounded,” he said.

And with that the door shut.

@/cafekitsune for the divider!

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narutomaki · 2 months

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get me OUT OF HERE

#this is about fucking. shipping. fucking orochimaru. get out of this polycule all of you shoo!!! go!!!!#STOP HAVING BABIES AND BEING HAPPY AND GOOEY!!!! STOP!!!!!! YOURE RUINING ME!!!!!!!!!#the fucked up little version of Obito ive made tho and his fucked up little niche of functionally immortal reincarnated body sharing #its like ive made him cat nip for Orochimaru. i was JOKING INITIALLY RIGHT??? I WAS LIKE #HAHA OROBITO HAHA HA HA HAAA FUCKING HELP MR #IM IJ HERE NOW LIKE OH YEAH AND GENE SPLICING IS SOMETHING OROCHIMARU HAS EXPERIENCE IN #AND GIVING HIM THIS AS A HEALYHY OUYLET AND MAKING HIM A MOTHER IN ONE FELL SWOOP #Obito has like 15 kids by the time Miho is created so shes not going yo be his heir (his heirs mother was an Uzumaki he hit it off with and #asked to have a kid with young (17) so shes 14 by the time the main series begins)#any way. Kakuzu being like ok you can have a chold under this roof but i will not be responsible in any way for it #and then holding Miho exactly once and going like 'oh i get why mothers die for their babies now'#Kisame takes the longest to warm up to her which surprises him bcus he gets along well with the rest of Obitos children #(Obito is like well. fuck you guys. Uchiha clan in Ame time and offers people contracts like in situations of fertility he adopts the mother #and father into his clan and turkey basters it (okay no he does send them to the hospitla but) and otherwise offers #a home a name etc for agreeing to join as either a civilian clan member or to have a child of his and some of the #second parents are like oh fuck yeah i want a kid but not a relationship/my husband is infertile/whatever and raise the child #as their own with very lityle input from Obito but some Obito has raised / was raising essentially on his own (such as his heir whos mother #didnt want to be in a relationship with Obito but wanted to test out motherhood and found she Could Not Do It and is now #more of an estranged aunt figure but 14 y/o doesnt have much bad blood about it bcus she has The Scariest Step Dad squad and #is 1000% creepy teen girl coded and it gets validated in sooo many capacities. cant do unethical experiments on mice when one of your step #fathers can bring you into the lab and teach you how to actually do the work and deal with an ethics commity that yes we have to #otherwise your father gives us the neutral but disappointed face)#ANY WAY #CAN YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ?? LET ME THE FUCK OUT!!! LET ME OUY LET ME OUT HELP SOMEONES FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUC

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pardonmysass · 2 months

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Loved Sklonda in this latest episode of FHJY and it really shines a light on how parents can view the interpersonal relationships of teenagers.

Teens are so incredibly secretive, which is just natural at this stage of their development. They feel more grown up, more interested in making their own decisions and so want as little input as possible from their parents, even the ones with the exact experience that could help. It's the struggle of every parent to watch their kid grow and make mistakes and not ask for help all the time.

And because teens don't always share, a parent sometimes only has their own observations to work from. She sees Riz who has taken on so much, not just for himself, but for his friends and she doesn't see the other side of things.

Riz, who is terrified of not getting a scholarship that will pay for college despite his good grades. Who sees probably more than he lets on how Adaine struggles with the weight of being the Elven oracle and also broke and abandoned by her parents. He sees Gorgug struggling with his rage and his place in the world. He sees Fabian's loneliness and his desire to look strong & put together. How Fig really cares and is trying so hard but has no idea how to go about it in a healthy way. And Kristen. Oh he sees how Kristen is spiraling and trying to put herself back together and trying to come to terms with her faith. He sees how she is grasping at anything for purpose and how grateful she is about his support.

And I think, even if he doesn't see it clearly, he knows they want to help. It shows up in the way they just started taking their classes seriously. I know that Fabian was inviting Riz and everyone over to Lofi Study Night to at least make him comfortable. Adaine is definitely worrying over Riz, even if she doesn't know what to do and is going through her own stuff. And Fig sending that card to Riz? Ok, she signed it as Gorgug, but it's the acknowledgment that he needed to know he was being seen. And the reaction to the card being one of such immense gratitude and sentimentality towards Gorgug, that rather than correct the situation and find out who actually sent the card, Gorgug saw how much his friend needed care and gave him a gift to go along with it. Because he may not have sent the card, but dangit it's a good idea!

I see a group of friends who love each other deeply and want to be there for each other, but don't know how to get around what life is throwing at them to do it.

And Sklonda has literally no way of knowing any of this. She is working so hard and probably dealing with her own guilt of not being able to be there for him as much as she would like and all she is seeing is the aftermath of the Bad Kids, not what they are actually doing. While I'm sure she does care about them, her priority is her son and she sees how he struggles and in the face of not knowing what the solution could be, she instead tries to loosen his grasp on the stress he's taking on for them. Because she worries he's becoming a people pleaser and won't get anything back for it.

It's a beautiful miscommunication that I don't know will (or should) get resolved. Because your first hardcore group of friends, the ones you would die for, is so important. And one day, she will either see how much they did for each other, or she won't, but what matters is the love. They love him, he loves them and his mom and would do whatever it took to make them happy and that is special.

#fantasy high #dimension 20 #riz gukgak #i'm not crying you are

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ivesambrose · 6 months

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𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❅

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emo-batboy · 1 year

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thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

#battinson #bruce wayne #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #batdad #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #dc universe #you get ‘em kids

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cursingtoji · 8 months

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❛ 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑼𝒔? ❜┊parting ways with Gojo then finding each other again. wc 1.5k┊The Clichés ™ ┊request

Megumi watched as you disappeared into an empty classroom sniffing with your head down and he knew better than to meddle in his sensei's private lives, but he couldn’t help himself, being so fond of you.

Ten years ago you were in his life pretty much everyday, the first day you introduced yourself as “Satoru’s friend”.

"I think I'll see you a lot. Between us, I don’t trust he’ll do a good job taking care of you and your sister.”

And you did everything, including showing up at his PTA meetings and to the director’s office when he got in trouble.

“I’m tired of coming up with stories of how i’ve become your guardian, from now on i’ll just let them believe i’m your teen mom” he remembers that conversation like it happened yesterday, he was eight.

“You would’ve been pregnant at 12” Gojo reminded.

“I had my period at 11, so it checks.”

“Please stop talking” Megumi asked sitting on Gojo’s shoulders after you both showed up to his school, being called because he fell and scratched his knee.

“Gojo-sensei? I think there’s something you need to deal with” Megumi called Gojo and pointed to the door he saw you entering.

Megumi never understood what happened, he never asked either, one day you just stopped being his… guardian. Behind the weird humor, he saw Gojo was shaken too, being a kid he didn’t know for sure if you were dating, but the fact Gojo never dated anyone makes he thinks at some point during the time you were part of his life you two started to date but then broke up, he only saw you again when he entered Jujustu High, a couple months ago.

Gojo looked to where Megumi was pointing, knowing the room as the classroom from when he was a student alongside you. The sensei put his hand on his protegee's head, a silent gesture of "thank you, I got this."

When Satoru entered the room he saw you sitting by the window, hugging your legs and looking far away. You didn't move your head even though you heard him entering, he knew you did, but he would be lying if he said your indifference didn't hurt him a bit.

Satoru thought about how small you looked. Since your young days, he grew a few more inches, not too much, but enough to assume a more adult aspect. Meanwhile, you still looked the same girl he teased and joked with. Only now, your eyes felt heavier, like you were tired of carrying all the piled up frustrations.

"You might be the only person who's safe place it's their old classroom" he slid the door shut. The room was dark, it was around sunset time but the day had been cloudy so instead of a warm orange glow, the room where Satoru was scolded so many times felt gloomy and shadowy. You to face at him, head rested on your knees.

"I don't get it, Satoru. What else am I supposed to do?" you sighed, remembering the nth meeting you had where you didn't get the promotion you wanted so much. Gojo walked to his old seat, putting his long legs up on the table.

Years ago, he wasn't sure of the consequences of having you tag along his journey of adopting Megumi. It's not like he asked you to. He was too proud to ask for help, but you did anyways, and he let you. He allowed you to help raise a kid that was taken away (even though he paid for it) from his blood relatives, simply the most influential clan of the jujutsu world. Satoru was too naive to think there would be no consequences.

Well, for him, there was none.

But the Z'enin elders directed their attention to you, someone that wasn't from any strong clan, or nearly as powerful as Gojo. In the beginning, you thought it was just a coincidence that they were only sending you in easy missions, dealing with low-level curses that any grade 4 sorcerer could handle. After two years, Gojo realized it was purposeful. They were punishing you for taking part in driving Megumi away from whatever their plans with him were.

And when you had no experience to justify being upgraded, you would be stuck being a level 3 for god knows how long. Gojo had to make a decision, he tried to tell you what was going on, indirectly blaming Megumi as the cause of your career plateau, he didn't expect you to flip like you did. In fact, you blamed him, Satoru himself, he was the one taking all the high ranked curses, being the strongest and outshining everyone else.

"That's why Nanami left, y'know? What's the point of staying if only the great Gojo Satoru is capable of saving people and exorcizing curses?"

Of course that was all frustration talking, but he didn't know any better and he fought back, accusing you of playing house with him and Megumi and neglecting your own skills and training.

"You became weak, that's why you'll never be a grade one."

Such strong words, coming from the strongest, followed you even after you ran away for the next few years, barely saying goodbye to the kid you got so attached to. You had to prove you could be strong, become a grade one then Megumi would be proud of having not one but two strong guardians, yet you failed to realize this search for power actually drove you away from him. Once you came back, your boy was taller than you, naturally more talented too, of course he was, he had the ten shadows, Satoru had the six eyes... and what did you have?

Even after all these years, sweet blood and tears, you were not even a grade 2, but a semi-grade 2. Gojo was well aware of whose fault it was: the elder's and a little bit of his too.

"I'm sorry" he said looking at the empty blackboard, the blindfold didn't allow you to see the sentiment in his eyes.

"What happened to us?" you murmured.

There were very few things Gojo regretted more than his words that day. If he kept his mouth shut, maybe you two would be married by now. Like he dreamed when he was nothing more than a teen.

Clearly, he wasn't happy either. Back then, he delusioned himself into thinking that having you away was for the best, that you would be off the radar and given better opportunities.

Satoru turned to you, raising from his seat and taking the space behind you, placing one leg up the window frame beside you and letting his other touch the floor on your other side, he didn't touch but you couldn't resist the proximity and leaned back on him, resting your head on his chest.

"Nanami returned, did you see him?" Gojo inquired, wanting to be with you in his space forever.

"Not yet, Utahime told me though" you confessed, not telling him the part where you cried like a baby the night she told you that, remembering how you used your former classmate against Satoru, to prove a point you didn't even truly believed in, and now he was back, it only served to prove you wrong and immature.

"And there's Maki too" he reminded, "You two are in a similar situation, she could use some help."

"Out of all people I'm the least—"

"Let me stop you there, sweets" the old nickname gave you butterflies, Gojo took your chin, making you look up at him, "It won't be easy but I think I can convince those old farts to make you a teacher too, that way you can help her and... be close to Megumi" you thought about becoming a teacher before, but it would be nearly impossible given your current grade.

"I dont think they're gonna let me," you exhaled.

"Don't you trust my incredible looks and influence?" he tapped your nose and for the first time that day you cracked a smile.

"Sure, give them your worst, 'Toru" the nickname escaped your lips without a thought. Felt so right, being in his arms, calling each other pet names, planning for the future…

"It's not too late for us to start over" he cupped your cheeks.

Is it not? Megumi was entering a new phase, one you could be more actively a part of; there was a new Z'enin that needed assistance too and even if you were not given recognition for it, you were stronger... Was it too delusional to think you had a new chance?

"Okay, Toru."

Also part of the Clichés event:

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

Tattoo artist!Choso

Morning sex — Toji

Bodyguard!Nanami

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

#gojo x reader #gojo x gn!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #gojou satoru x you #— the cliches ™

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wildemaven · 6 months

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caught kissing santa | dave york

-> pairing: dave york x f!reader

-> word count: 1586

-> content warnings: 18+ blog; established relationship/reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.

-> note: this literally came to me this morning and i whipped it up during nap time. Not beta’d, so all mistakes and misspelling are my own fault!! -> masterlist / holi-dave masterlist

“So let me get this straight. You saw Santa last night. In the flesh. Just standing in our living room?”

You hear Dave ask Alice to retell her story again from where you’re standing at the kitchen counter, pouring steamed milk into your coffee. Except this time, he encourages her to tell it at a slower pace so you both could catch every word of it.

“Yeah!! I was thirsty and wanted to get some water. So I got up to go downstairs, but when I got to the stairs I could see him in the living room.” Alice says, sitting across from Dave at the kitchen table where there’s a huge breakfast of pancakes, waffles and all the sweet toppings laid out. Her excitement is infectious. Her innocence is still palpable and going strong, as she states she saw Santa with her own eyes.

“And what was he doing?” Dave encourages Alice to share more as he spoons several helpings of mini chocolate chips onto his stack of pancakes with a hearty serving of peanut butter melting over the top.

“Putting our presents under the tree.” Her words were muffled by a mouth full of sliced strawberries.

“Hmm. I guess that makes sense. Where were you Molly, when all this excitement was going down?” Dave looks over to the youngest of his two girls, who’s been enjoying her own helping of pancakes with a mixture of berries and chocolate chips piled on top.

“Sleeping.” You snicker into your cup at Molly’s blunt response. Her mild temperament was proof enough that the apple doesn’t fall far from the Dave York tree.

You turn and lean against the kitchen counter, so you can watch the rest of their conversation unfold.

It took some convincing to get Dave to go along with your idea of dressing up as the Jolly Man in Red this year. Knowing that Alice gets up every night to get herself a glass of water, it was the perfect set up for her to happen upon. Thankfully Dave folds easy to your convincing pleas and a good make out session on the couch late into the night seals the deal.

Alice had come to you a few weeks ago about the matter. Asking about the validity of whether or not Santa was real. She had heard her friends talking about how they were getting too old to believe in such a silly thing and how it was their parents all along. You could sense the turmoil of her wanting to still believe in the idea of Santa, but also wanting to feel a part of her friend group who seem to be eagerly growing into their not quite pre-teen selves.

As her stepmom, you didn’t feel like it was your place to have such a turning point conversation with her. Wanting to leave that for Dave and Carol to broach the topic with her if it were to come up again, supporting whatever their approach would be. You told Alice that Santa is real and he makes sure to bring a little holiday magic each year to everyone, no matter how old they are. Your answer seemed to satisfy her inquisitive mind and gave you an idea to give her a little extra Christmas gift in case this would be her last year believing in Saint Nick.

“What was Santa doing?” Dave sits back into the chair to take in the rest of what Alice had to say. His arms crossed over his broad chest. Your attention is briefly drawn to the way his gray nightshirt pulls tight over his shoulders and back, then quickly refocusing back to Dave and the girls.

“Putting all the presents under the tree. He had a big bag of them, too.” Her arms stretched out to give him an idea of how big the bag was.

You smile at the way Dave is giving her his full attention. Never letting on that he was the one wearing the suit late into the night as he placed each present under the tree in the living room, while you watched him from where you sat under a blanket on the couch. Snapping a few photos of him as he really got into character with each gift. Pausing every so often, his hands on his waist, complaining how miserable and hot it would be to actually be Santa in the thick red suit and beard for an entire evening. He even warned that your gifts would be lost if you continued to laugh at his misery.

Pushing off the counter, you join the three of them at the table. Settling into the open chair next to Dave, as you continue to sip from the warm coffee in your mug.

“So did you say anything to him? Ask him if he brought you anything special this year?” You ask Alice.

“No! I was worried I would scare him away and that he’d take our presents with him.” Her eyes widened as shakes her head no. It warms your heart hearing her response to this whole situation, the exact reaction you were hoping for.

“Oh! I didn’t even think of that. We wouldn’t want him to take everything away that he brought for us.” You say looking over to Dave who’s smiling into his own cup of coffee.

“He also seemed a little busy once he was done putting all the presents out. So I just went back to bed. Wanted to be surprised when I woke up this morning.” You’re confused by what she means when she said he was busy.

“Busy? How so?” You ask before taking another drink.

“Well—“ She pauses and looks at Dave, as if to search for the right words before continuing, then back to you. “I saw something else before I went back to bed.”

“What would that be?” Dave’s gaze shifts over to you momentarily when he inquires about what exactly Alice saw. Clearing his throat as he adjusts his position in the wooden chair and grabbing for his mug to keep his hands busy, his grip on it tightened and his knee bouncing at a steady pace. His fidgety movements are a telltale sign that he’s anxious— valid, given the way Alice has you all hanging by her every word at the moment.

“I saw you kissing Santa under the mistletoe that’s hanging over the fireplace.” Alice looks you straight in the face when she says it.

Dave nearly spits out the sip of coffee he had just taken. Coughing into his napkin as silence takes over the entire room. Molly halts her pancake devouring to stare at you with a shocked expression.

“Oh! Umm, well—“ You fumble over your words. Sheer panic runs through your body as you try to come up with something quickly as to why Alice would have seen you kissing “Santa”.

“Hey, girls look at what time it is. Your mom is going to be here in 20 minutes to pick you up. How about you go on upstairs to get your stuff together. Brush those sticky teeth and get dressed so you’re ready to go when she gets here.” The girls cheer in unison as they both hop off their chairs and run in the direction of the stairs that lead to their rooms. The bombshell revelation is long forgotten now.

“Oh my god!” You let out a big sigh and slump down in your chair, your head turning to see Dave silently laughing to himself. “She’s going to ask me again why I was kissing him— but I think you bought me enough time until they’re back from Carol’s.”

Dave reaches over and grabs your hand, pulling you from your chair and into his lap. Your arms drape around his shoulders, your temple resting against his forehead. His hand smooths over your pajama clad thighs, the other resting at your hip where he gives you a few gentle squeezes.

“Thank you for doing that for her. She might not believe in him next year, but she’ll have this Christmas as a fun memory to tell her kids when they’re asking whether or not Santa is real.”

“Thankfully all she saw was the kissing— or she would have been scarred for life.” Dave says between the soft kisses he’s giving to your neck.

“You’re the worst!” Playfully hitting his shoulder.

“That’s not what you were saying when Santa was showering you with all those gifts last night.” His eyebrows waggle as he looks at you, rolling your eyes back at him. Your face heats up at remembering just how many gifts you were given.

“How about when the girls leave, you slip back into that red suit— forget the beard. And you can give me some more of those wonderful gifts.” You whisper, as if your suggestion might be heard by two sets of small ears. “I might be in the giving mood and have a few for you as well.”

“I don’t know. Have you been a good girl this year?” Dave asks in a low sensuous tone.

“The best!” You manage to say before his hand is pulling your face to his, kissing you with earnestness.

The sound of feet bounding down the stairs cuts the kiss short. Alice and Molly making their way back into the living room to pick up where they left off with their new toys.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.” Dave places the softest kiss to your lips.

“Merry Christmas, Dave.”

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x female reader #dave york x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedrostories #wildemaven writes

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crazyk-imagine · 2 years

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If I Only Could (Reader lives)

Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Hargrove sister!reader

Characters: Steve Harrington, Hargrove sister (reader), Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson

Briefly mentioned: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley

Warnings: Vecna, reader “putting” themself in danger, reader saves Max, drama, mentions of Billy, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3,928

A/N: Reader and Steve aren’t officially together but it’s implied that there’s something more

If I Only Could (Reader dies)

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It doesn't hurt me.

Do you want to feel how it feels?

Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?

After finding out how to save his friend, the short teen with a techy hacker girlfriend sets the walkie talkie down somewhere (he’ll worry about it later) and rushes towards Max’s backpack, pulling out her cassette tapes, headphones, and walkman.

He turns back towards the others. “Music. Music. We need music,” Dustin runs back to the others. “What’s her favorite?” “I don’t know,” Lucas answers to his friend with a panicked tone.

Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?

You, it's you and me.

You reach for a cassette and place it the walkman before handing it to Dustin, “put this on her.”

Nothing happens, you start to panic more.

Your heart races, you move closer to your sister. “Max! Max! C’mon,” you shake her shoulders. ‘I can’t lose you too.’

If I only could,

Tik. Tik. Tik.

You turn to find that damned grandfather clock staring back at you.

The world around you changes into something much dark than before… you know this place, it’s the one that’s been haunting you for the past few days… and that means everything you’ve just done for the past few minutes wasn’t real.

You turn to look around at any and every noise that comes your way.

You feel like you’re on the verge of having an anxiety attack, your chest ever so slightly tightens, you take deeper breaths to calm yourself.

You run around, searching for a way out.

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Vecna or whatever the kids told you, calls out for you but, in the form of your big brother…

“Billy,” you whimper.

Your heart races at the sight of him. It hurts to see him now; he still looks to the same as he did the night he died in the “Mall Fire”.

Even though it’s not him, maybe you can finally get this off your chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” He steps towards you.

“What?”

Be running up that road,

“Admit it. Some part of you always wanted me gone. You were tired of me. If I was gone, you wouldn’t have to worry about me messing everything up.”

You shake your head, tears fall down your cheeks as you take steps back, aiming to distance yourself from the evil bastard. “N- no. You know that’s- Billy knows that’s not true. I was tired of the fighting with our dad, each other, Max, everyone. And I know he was too. All I wanted- all I’ve ever wanted was for us to be happy and for my brother and sister to get along, love each other the way we did.”

You sniff, wiping your cheek, “I wanted Billy to be happy the same way he was when he rode that seven-foot wave when we were kids.”

“You’re guilty because you wanted me gone,” Vecna Billy drones on.

Be running up that hill,

“No! That’s not true! Billy knows that!”

Vecna Billy shakes his head, “you feel guilty because I’m out of the picture and dad ran away so your perfect family picture is ruined, right?”

“No! NO! The real Billy knows exactly what I wanted! He’d never ever admit it but, he wanted the same thing. I know he deserved to be happy, and he deserved to be free of the shit he got from dad, but Hawkins took it from him. You don’t know Billy like I do, and you never will!”

Be running up that building.

You trip over a hard object, you’re not too keen on focusing on that as you see Vecna Billy’s true hand aiming for you.

If Vecna gets close to you, you’re a goner just like your brother.

This fuels you to keep going.

You can’t stop, you can’t leave Max alone to suffer with her mother.

Your sister needs you and you need her, and you’ll be damned if you go down without a fight.

If I only could, oh

You stop focusing on the “if you die’s” and work on getting the hell out of there.

You push yourself off the ground and start running, anywhere you can, if it puts distance between you and Vecna.

The evil creature takes another step towards you but you’re a few feet away to notice.

You don't want to hurt me,

But see how deep the bullet lies.

You dive to hide behind one of the large statue headstones (right now, you don’t care to analyze if you’re right or not). “You can’t hide from me.” It continues to taunt you; as if you care, you’re praying you can find a way out of this hell.

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder.

Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts.

You run away from the area, glancing at the red fog concealing the evil that hides behind it.

You’re not too focused on yourself or who’s in front of you, suddenly you bump into someone, you look down and find your little sister. “What the hell are you doing here?”

You hold her by her shoulders, standing tall to hide her.

“I’m- I-”

“There’s no time,” you glance around, searching for the creature or any new threats coming your way.

You look back on the fog to your right before glancing around to see if the coast is clear. “Run towards the red fog.”

“What?”

“Run through the fog,” you enunciate for her to understand. “It has to be his area- where he keeps his victims, so you can probably find a way out, right?”

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Max shakes her head, tears pool in her eyes, “No, I can’t- I can’t leave you. I can’t lose you too.”

You cup her cheeks, forcing her to pay attention to you, “you have a better chance at making it out of here than I do. Vecna is focusing more on me than he is you and you deserve to live long enough to find what makes you happy.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“Maxine,” you shove her in the direction of the red fog. “I need you to run and run fast.” You exhale when you see her figure disappear.

You, you and me.

It's you and me won't be unhappy.

You sniff before you feel yourself freeze.

The footsteps are getting closer.

You take off again, praying that she made it out and she’s with the others.

If I only could,

“Put her headphones on!” Lucas shouts.

“I’m trying,” Dustin shouts back.

“Max. Max. Hey- hey. You’re okay,” Steve and Lucas try to reassure her.

“No,” she shakes her head. “Where is she?”

“Who?” Steve asks.

“My sister. She’s- she’s in there. We need to help her.”

“She’s fine. She’s still near the,” he turns to see that you haven’t changed your position this whole time. “Car. Henderson, give me the headphones.” He holds his out, “Now!”

Dustin hurries to place the items in his hand.

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

Steve runs to you, using his athletic skills that have been put on the back burner for some time now but, he still has it in him to haul ass to get from point A to point B.

He stops himself before he can run into you.

He fumbles with the headphones and almost drops them but is able to catch them and put them on you before your time is up.

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

Be running up that building,

The sight of Max falling down a few feet ahead of you fills you with relief.

‘She made it.’ A smile stretches across your face. ‘She made it.’

“You can’t run,” Vecna says in its true form.

You gasp, looking over your shoulder to see him getting closer and closer.

You try to run towards the others, watching as they try to bring you out of the stupid trance, something wraps around your ankle and pulls you back.

If I only could, oh

The music is faint, but you can hear it as you scramble to grab anything to stop you from getting closer to your impending doom.

You cry out as you see yourself standing there, Steve in front of you, shaking your shoulders.

C'mon, baby, c'mon darling,

Max pushes herself out of Lucas’s arms and runs to you. She can’t let you go; she can’t let you die protecting her like Billy did for the two of you.

If your gone… it’s going to- She calls out for you, taking a deep breath as she gets closer so she can continue to cry out your name.

Max shakes your shoulders as she stands before you. “Wake up. Wake up! Fight it. I need you to fight it!”

The others stand behind her, watching helplessly, not knowing if this will work or not.

Let me steal this moment from you now.

‘Focus on the music.’

The thing tugging you back, pulls you up.

Your back slams against the tree like thing you saw his past victims tangled in.

Your ankles and wrists are the next thing to be tied. You think back to your past experiences and the little knowledge you have, if you can talk to this thing maybe distract it, you can make it out.

“You only go for one person at a time. Why now? Why try and speed up the process?”

“You will join me,” he lifts his hand in the air, lingering above your face.

Your time is running out.

Your heart rate speeds, you know what’s going to happen.

C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,

“She will join me.”

“No. I won’t let that happen.”

Let's exchange the experience, oh

Your body floats up into the air, out of reach for anyone to try and help you- save you.

The others call out for you, you can almost hear them.

Your heart breaks more and more as you continue to lose your breath.

‘I can’t die. I can’t die. Not now. Think. THINK.’

And if I only could,

The hand slowly inches closer to you. “It’s time for you… to join me.”

You shake your head, moving it around so it can’t get a hold of you.

Something- or what you can assume is a piece of the tree wraps around your throat, forcing you to stay still.

You struggle to breath, the tentacle like thing continues to wrap around your throat, constricting your airway in a similar manner as a boa constrictor would.

You think back to the night before.

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

You glance away from the sleepy boys on the couch. “You wrote letters for everyone?” You ask your sister, unable to sleep.

You’ve been watching her scribble down whatever she needed to since the first letter, but you didn’t want to say anything, knowing she had some things she had to get off her chest.

“Are you gonna judge me, if I say yes?”

“Of course, not… I just- I hope you didn’t write me a letter.”

She doesn’t say anything as she puts the letters into envelopes.

“You didn’t need to do that. There’s nothing you could have said to change the way I feel care about you. I understand the letter to Billy, God knows how many times I wrote something in a journal I found lying around. It did help me, but it only did so much,” you shake your head, wiping your cheeks. “If there’s something you want to tell me. I want you to say it to my face, Maxine.”

She remains quiet as she sets another letter off to the side.

You wrap an arm around her shoulder and lean your head on hers. “I’ve been seeing the clock too.”

She turns to look at you, “what?”

“I know you heard me.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s Hawkins,” you offer as a weak excuse.

You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. I didn’t think anything of it. I was too busy on saving up so you could spend the last few years of your teen years living in a nice house. I want you to be happy and I know that everything with Billy has screwed you up for life but, you deserve happiness.”

You tear up as you reach for her hand, “that’s all I ever wanted for the two of you. Billy,” you take a deep breath, so you don’t start crying.

Tears trickle down your cheeks at a faster pace. “Billy’s gone and- and I like to think that he’s- that he finally found it. I hope, so much that he’s found his happiness and that he’s not suffering anymore. It was all I ever wanted for him and I’m holding onto that hope for you.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What about your happiness? What makes you happy?”

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.

“What makes you happy?”

Seeing my sister act like a kid…

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to scare your friends with that costume,” you lean in the doorway of yours and Max’s shared room.

“It’s not Halloween if you aren’t scared at least once.”

You nod with pursed lips, “if that’s what you say.”

“Oh, like you’re not gonna go and find Steve.”

You rush into the room, closing the door behind you. “Shh, don’t say his name.”

“Why? You afraid you say it and he’ll magically appear.”

“I’m gonna get you.”

“Afraid I can’t stay any longer. There are candy bars with my name on them.” Max runs by you and opens the door to find Billy standing there.

“At least let me walk you to the front door, Max,” you say, stopping the staring contest between you and Billy and Max and Billy.

She shakes her head, “it’s fine.”

“Max,” you sigh. You smack his shoulder, “why do you have to be such a jerk?”

“She’s old enough to walk herself to the door.”

“She is still a child.”

“She’s old enough to know better.”

“Would it kill you to be nice to her?”

He says nothing as he walks to his room, shutting the door.

You knew he was acting out because of your father again.

My brother having a heart of gold…

“If he-”

You shush him. “Nothing is going to happen, alright? He doesn’t hit on me, if anything Steve hits on almost anything with two legs…almost like you.”

He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, blowing the smoke out the window. “I don’t do that.”

“The looks you get from the moms and girls our age would say otherwise but sure,” you pat his shoulder. “You keep thinking that.”

He tosses the cigarette somewhere before turning to you, giving you his full attention. “If the king of partying-”

“I’m pretty sure you have that title now.”

“Don’t interrupt me.”

“Okay.”

“If that dude- I said don’t interrupt me. If he acts like a jerk or makes you upset or cry, I’m gonna hunt him down and kick his ass.”

The corners of your lips tug upwards, “I don’t think that’s going to happen but, I’m glad to know I have you in my corner.” You slide closer to your brother so you can hug him, “William.” You scramble to get out of the car.

He leans down to look through the window so he can see where you are as he shouts to you, “I told you not to call me that!”

“It’s your name.” You chuckle and watch as your “big, bad” brother drives away.

Your sister having friends she knows she can count on…

Max plops onto her bed with her friend El.

“Looks like you two had fun,” you comment, flipping your record to the B side.

“Don’t make this a big deal.”

“I’m not. I’m happy to see you two had fun, that’s all.”

“Lucas tried to give me a ticket for the basketball game.” Max kicks her foot off the ground, slowly riding her skateboard.

You nod, “you gave it back?”

“I’m not in the mood to see a stupid basketball game.”

You sigh, “maybe next time you can get two tickets.”

“Why?”

“So, I can go with you and then we can both cheer for your boyfriend.”

“He’s not boyfriend.”

“Okay… but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop caring about you.”

“What about you and Steve?”

“Stop bringing him up. You always do this to me. It’s mean.”

“I asked a question.”

“And I’m not answering it.”

The boys asleep on the couch “watching” over her.

Seeing that stupid smile on his face your friends face…

Steve walks around the register to lean against the counter, “what did I do to see you today?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side.

“I think she’s here to talk to someone who has decent taste in movies, dingus,” Robin adds, ruining his whole “flirty” vibe.

He grumbles before moving to restock one of the shelves near the front of the store.

“He’s been waiting to do that ever since we started,” Robin whispers to you.

You shake your head and smile, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“You see it every time you walk by him. He gets all smiley and,” she fake gags. “Charming, or at least that’s what he calls it. Personally, I don’t see it.”

“I think he’s just a smiley person.”

Steve leans against the counter again, “who’s a smiley person?”

“Robin.”

He and you furrow your brows.

“Really?” he asks.

“You’ve never seen her in her element?”

“Oh yeah? And when’s that?”

You turn to look at her with wide eyes. “When she’s… being herself. Yep.”

“Really?” The two ask.

“Yeah,” you become more confident with your answer. “If you can be yourself no matter who you’re with, that’s awesome.”

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened,” says Robin.

“Don’t be scared.”

“I didn’t say scared.”

“Same thing,” Steve and you say at the same time.

She chuckles and turns to help a customer.

“So,” he says, extending the O.

You turn to face him, “yes, Steven.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Steve.”

He sees the expression on your face. “You’re messing with, right. Anyway, you have plans tonight?”

“You know I do.”

“Max is a strong, independent kid-”

“If you finish that sentence with “who can take care of herself” your old nickname that involves one of your best features “hair” will no longer be one of your best features.”

A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, he leans in closer to you, “you think one of my best features is my hair?”

“You tell us-”

“Her more than me,” Robin interrupts.

“You tell me that all the time. Of course, I’m not gonna forget that.”

“What are my other features you find amazing?”

“Whoa, down boy. I never said that,” you say with a chuckle. “I think it was implied.”

“Oh, really?” You lean in closer to him. Steve pauses, gulping, “yeah.” He clears his throat to get rid of his voice crack, “yeah.” You pull away, “your voice crack says otherwise, Stevie.” His cheeks flush into a light pink. “Stevie?” You shrug, “I don’t know. It sounds good.” “It does,” he replies with a grin on his lips.

If I only could,

“Fight it!” Max continues to shout.

“Listen to the music!” Dustin and Lucas shout.

“Come on. Come on. Come back to us,” Steve mumbles. ‘Come back to me.’

I'd make a deal with God,

And I'd get him to swap our places,

You can still faintly hear the song, “Running Up That Hill” echoing all around you as it mixes with Max’s screams, begging you to fight Vecna.

You can’t die.

It’s not your time.

You have to go back.

“No!” You turn your head and tug your wrists out of the binds. You drop from the tree, almost tripping over your feet. You push yourself up and run, run past the creature, past the other victims. You charge for the opening.

Vecna continues to use its magic to try and keep you there.

The ground turns into a red liquid and you know what it is.

You struggle to run through the liquid the blood splashes around you as rocks, other large pieces of terrain, and sticks fall around you and your path.

Your lungs burn, cheeks puffing with every breath you take as fear and adrenaline course through your veins, pushing you onward.

You take large steps, moving your legs as fast as you can, the ache and piercing pain in your side isn’t enough to stop you.

So, you keep running, for your sister, for your friends (young and old), your survival, and for Billy.

Be running up that road,

Be running up that hill,

With no problems.

You feel arms wrap around you, holding you close.

It feels like there’s something hard under your legs but there’s something warm and soft behind you.

You open your eyes and see Max kneeling in front of you. You know you’re sitting on the ground.

Max can’t wait anymore and dives for you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

You wrap one arm around her shoulders and your free hand settles at the top of her neck, near the base of her skull.

The both of you hold each other tightly, both still scared out of your minds.

You can feel your shoulder get wetter the longer you hug her.

You sniff, taking in a deep breath as Dustin and Lucas wrap their arms around you, more than relieved to see you here in the land of the living.

If I only could,

Be running up that hill

“Okay, I need to get up before my ass goes numb,” you say.

The two young boys push themselves away, brushing the dirt off them as they pretend you all didn’t have an emotional hug.

Max reluctantly pushes herself off you.

The warmth you felt behind you disappears, Steve bends down with one arm around your waist, the other holding your hand. “Come on, up you go.”

Your throbs for a second, you know you stood up too fast. Steve keeps a hold of you, making sure you don’t fall.

He guides you towards the backseat as the others settle in, Dustin in the front, Lucas and Max in the back.

“Thanks,” you whisper to him, out of breath suddenly as you glance over at him.

“What this? Yeah, no problem. I’ll always help you.” He still manages to flash you one of those stupid charming smiles.

Your lips part ever so slightly, your chest rises with every deep breath you take.

The driver side door opens and you two hear Dustin. “Hurry up, we need to go find Nancy and Robin. Not watch you two almost make out. Chop chop.”

“Right,” Steve mutters.

You sit down beside Max, who immediately scooches closer to you.

You wrap your arm around her shoulder, resting your head on hers.

You catch Steve’s eyes in the rear-view mirror before he looks away to start the car and drive to your guy’s next location.

If I only could,

Be running up that hill

#stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #steve harrington x hargrove sister!reader #steve harrington x hargrove sister reader #crazyk-imagine

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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Lucifer (fox) x teen!reader - the meaning of Christmas

For Tv Lucifer could you do no. 49 for teen Reader who's Lucifer's adopted child or foster child who was half demon due to a deal one of his demons made with their parent who then proceeded to use Reader as a sideshow piece because they could predict the future. If not your cup of tea it's cool. - Anon💜

49: “It’s the season of hope and joy.” “I have none of that.” “It’s okay, I have enough hope and joy for us both.”

Sitting on the chair, you rested your chin on your palm, glancing around the precinct.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Dan stopped what he was doing and looked at you, narrowing his eyes a little bit.

“Why not?”

“Lucifer is going to see it and open it before she does.”

Dan sat down in front of you.

“Seriously?”

You nodded your head, gesturing to the spot next to where your elbow was resting on the desk.

He smiled, putting it there.

“Thanks kid.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Sorry, sorry. Do you want anything while you wait?”

You shook her head and he got up and left.

You didn’t often speak to many people, and you were only helping the detective hide the gift for Chloe so that Lucifer wouldn’t ruin it like usual.

Other than that, you had absolutely no interest in getting to know or help anybody.

You sat lost in your own mind, looking into the future of people that happened to cross your paths.

Reaching out, you grabbed the box near your elbow.

“Come on, just a peak?” Lucifer asked.

“No, it’s not for you, go mind your own business.” You grumbled.

Lucifer tried to reach for the box again and you put it inside your jacket.

“Try to take it and I’ll snap all your fingers.”

Lucifer stepped back, raising his hands.

“Alright now, there’s no need for that behaviour.”

Lucifer sat down on the chair in front of you, pulling out his phone to scroll through it.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a bag of candy and held it out to you.

Taking it, you opened it to start eating them.

“Have you had a thought about what you want to eat later?” He asked.

“No.”

“Well, you’re a growing demon, you need to eat.”

You said nothing and he sighed a little bit.

“Look at this.”

Lucifer leant forward and you did the same, looking over the screen of his phone to see what he was looking at.

He turned it around so you could see it.

“What am I looking at? I don’t understand.”

“There’s a tree lighting going on, there’s a few stalls and such, it could be fun. Perhaps get you acting like a teenager instead of whatever this is.”

“I don’t want to but if you insist then fine.”

Reaching into your pocket, you held out the box over the desk.

“From your ex husband.”

With that, you got up, making your way out of the precinct.

You reached for the handle of the car, and you pulled it open knowing full well that Lucifer would be right behind you.

Getting into the passenger side, you looked out into the snowy street.

Since Lucifer wanted to go to whatever this Christmas thing was, he dragged you along with him.

You stayed close by him.

“Would you like to try some of these games?” He asked.

“It’s a waste of time and money.”

Lucifer grinned a little bit at you.

“It’ll be fun!”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

Sighing, lucifer sat down on a bench, gesturing for you to sit next to him so you did.

You looked at all the people before turning to him.

“Lucifer?”

He hummed, turning to you.

“I don’t understand why everybody is smiling and laughing.”

Lucifer smiled softly, setting his phone in his pocket before fully turning so he could focus all his attention on you.

“Well, there are many reasons humans enjoy this time of year.”

“Why?”

“It’s the season of hope and joy.” He said softly.

You furrowed your brows a little, turning your attention towards all the people passing by.

“I have none of that.” You mumbled.

Lucifer got up, walking in front of you he crouched down.

He offered you a warm smile, fixing your scarf for you.

“It’s okay, I have enough hope and joy for us both.”

He held out his hands.

“Perhaps you don’t understand it, and that’s okay. It’ll come in time, but for now, how about we make some happy memories to replace those horrid ones living inside your head?”

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Well, you can see the future, so, why not look into it?”

You thought for a moment.

It would be easy to just see the future, see if you would enjoy it or not and go home.

And perhaps there was a time you would’ve done that instead of being here.

But instead, you unsurely have Lucifer your hands.

“No, I want to stay.”

“Wonderful!”

Lucifer stood up, pulling you up as well.

“You lead the way.” He beamed.

You looked around before grabbing his jacket, you began to walk and he followed you.

You walked up to the large tree, and you stood there looking at it.

“Lucifer?”

“Yes?”

You pointed to the tree.

“I want it.”

He laughed loudly, placing a hand on your head.

“Well, we can’t take this one I don’t think the detective would approve of that. But we can get our own if that’s what you want.”

You nodded.

“I want all the lights and everything else on this one.”

“Well it sounds like a day to remember. We’ll start tomorrow.”

You nodded and you looked up at lucifer.

“Can I touch it?”

Lucifer looked around before grinning.

“Come on then.”

He jumped over the railing, and he helped you over, taking your hand so you could both run over to the tree.

Lucifer let you go so you could walk up to it and touch one of the branches, examining it.

He watched as you seemed to freeze in spot for a moment, and he watched as you walked over, grabbing his hand and walking around the back of the tree.

“What did you see?” He asked.

“Guards…”

“What else?”

You looked at him, and you looked down at your feet.

You shook your head but you smiled a little to yourself.

You knew what he had gotten you for Christmas, and you didn’t want to ruin his surprise.

But you had never thought about having another family, another father.

But that’s who lucifer was to you, he was essentially your father at this point by all means, he cared for you, let you live with him and he was trying to teach you how to live the way you were supposed to.

Lucifer smiled at you, helping you back over the railing before jumping over.

“Lucifer?”

“Hm?”

You looked at him.

“Thank you for being my father.”

He just beamed a little bit at you, gesturing for you to explore some of the stalls.

He was your new family, and you knew maybe now your life would be better as a half demon on earth

#lucifer fox #lucifer fox x reader #lucifer fox x you #lucifer fox imagine #lucifer imagine #lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer Morningstar x reader #lucifer Morningstar x you #lucifer Morningstar imagine

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kvthgok · 8 months

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Pain In the Ass | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic obv)

Warnings- none

Summary- Miguel scolds you for going on a mission he told you not to go on but you had enough of it

Side note- OMMLLL I HAVENT WROTE IN SOOO LONG IM SO SORRY YALL 💀🙏. ANYWAYYYSSSSSSS this one takes a lil just a lil turn Yk 🌝 OKAY ILL SHUT UP ENJOY THIS OR DONT IDC 🤍 (Not Proof Read hehe)

Miguel was always busy with dealing with a multiverse falling apart, so he didn't have much time to deal with his rebellious kid.

Basically you.

Miguel was standing on the platform where he was looking at all the floating holographic screens , not realizing that his kid had once again escaped for like the 100th time today. . .

"Chinga tu madre. . ." He muttered and groaned to himself when he noticed that you weren't in your usual spot in his big “man cave’” as you would call it when you were younger

Miguel took a deep breath.

He sighed "Lyla, where is my kid?"

Lyla appeared, “tsk tsk your always losing your her Miguel” she said annoying him

Miguel pinched his bridge of his nose, “just tell me where she’s at lyla” clearly getting pissed off

Lyla rolled her eyes in her normal sassy way, “she’s in another universe fighting an anomaly—you know the one you told her not to go fight” she said looking up from her phone

Miguel rolled his eyes, "I give this kid one rule... "Pendeja, I told her to stay away from that anomaly!“" He muttered under his breath.

Miguel sighed, wondering what he had done to deserve having such a rebellious child

"Lyla, call the others. Make sure they know there is an anomaly in that universe."

Miguel sighed deeply, annoyed at how his daughter constantly disobeyed him.

"I didn’t sign up to be a father to be disobeyed constantly. I told her to stay away from that anomaly and now she’s in trouble. She never listens to a single word I say. She’s so impulsive, I swear to god..."

Miguel clearly irritated from my rebellious actions opens up a portal to that universe you were in

He saw you flying and fighting the anomaly. He had to admit it for my age you were better than the other at the Spider Society.

After a few minutes you got done and tied the anomaly up with your spider webs and you were about to open a portal back to the HQ spider society until you saw Miguel. “Oh hey” you said giving him a nervous smile and laugh “funny seeing you here” scratching the back of your neck. Meanwhile Miguel eyes were practically turning red he was super livid.

Miguel was furious as he walked up to you.

"I gave you one rule and you broke it. Now tell me. . . Why did you go to that anomaly after I explicitly told you not to?"

“Cause you told me explicitly not to go” You said

"And you thought that was a good idea?"

Miguel was still furious but he was trying not to yell."That anomaly could've killed you! There was a reason why I didn't want you to go near it!"

Starting to get pissed you said,“But guess What? It didn’t kill me” You went through the portal back to the HQ spider society carrying the anomaly and handing it off to another Spider-women with Miguel following through

Miguel was still angry as they both made their way through the portal.

"You know the rules... Yet you still can't manage to follow them. . . You know... I've been too easy with you. I need to actually do something about your disobedience this time."

"Give me your web shooters."

“What no” you scoffed turning around

"Hand. Them. Over. Now."

Miguel was getting angrier by the second. He wasn't playing this time.

"I gave you these to assist you with your duties and to protect you from danger."

"Obviously, you can't do that. So, you won't be needing them."

You mocked him, “yeah yeah whatever “ still not handing them over

You tried to pull away but failed as Miguel grabbed your web shooters and pulled them off. You were furious but knew better then to argue with him.

Miguel rolled his eyes.

"You could've just given them to me."

"...But no. You just HAD to be a pain in the ass and make it difficult for no reason."

He sighed.

"Lyla, make sure you keep a close eye on her for the next couple of days. She's clearly not capable of following simple rules and needs some level of supervision."

Lyla appeared and sighed.

"Oh great, this is going to be fun."

Lyla then turned to you.

"Miguel is right, you know. You need to do a better job at listening to him. I get that it can be tough having a strict father, but rules exist for a reason. You can't just go breaking all of his rules whenever you feel like it. That's not how it works, Y/n."

You glared at Lyla.

Lyla looked at you un-phased by your glaring.

"I'm just saying, Y/n. You could do a lot better at listening to Miguel, especially when he's asking you to do something that's for your safety."

"I know you're a smart kid and you have potential, so I'm confident that you can improve at listening to Miguel."

You completely snapped,“Look he isn’t even my father he’s just another version of my dad from another universe. My REAL father is dead in my universe. And Miguel thinks I’m some replacement cause he can’t accept the fact that HIS REAL daughter is dead. I’m not some sort of second chance for you to be a dad again I hope your remember that Miguel. If anything he’s the REAL Pain In the Ass for thinking he always has to watch me like a hawk everywhere I go”

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mothmoonle · 2 months

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Mystreet Zane Headcanon:

Garroth threw a rock in at his eye.The eye is a delicate organ, something like a rock being thrown at it would permanently damage it. Especially when the kid throwing it has SUPERSTRENGTH. He probably couldn't go to school for weeks after that.

His eye got badly damaged, so much it had to be removed. Not only that, but they rock also broke his nose, and fractured some of his skull around the eye area. He has scars on his right side from surgery, and his nose is slightly crooked. Because of that, Zane covers that side with his hair and wears the mask. Children aren't the best at caring for themselves, so the scars healed terribly.

So Zane doesn't have an eye anymore, he just has an empty socket, which isn't that comfortable. So I imagine he got a fake eye, in a colour that matches the other. It doesn't move as well as his real eye, so its more for comfort than looking 'normal'.

Apparently you're supposed to go to eye doctors or whatever every 6 months to clean it, and get revisions and whatever necessary, so that's in his schedule.

Sometimes for halloween, or to fuck with his brothers he'll wear different eye or just take it out mid conversation

Sometimes he will use concealer, just for fun.

In the beginning he found it hard to judge distances, and bumped into things or knocked things off, ball sports were off the table for him. By PDH he got used to seeing like that, but he still didn't participate in sports (didn't like it, and asthma ect.)

He's insecure of his face and eye, so comments like "cyborg" or "one-eye" even though they refer to him just covering it, hurt a fuck ton. He considers himself disabled, would strongly advocate for the community and anyone in real life, without referencing himself though. Zane would pretend to be fine with it as a teen, but getting it was pretty traumatic. Once he got older he started accepting himself.

I can't decide between 2 things: Zane hiding the fact, or being really open about it and making jokes.

If he never told anyone and only his family knew, then people would talk about things about him, exactly like in cannon. And he would just have to deal with it, probably making snarky comments in his head.

Aphmau: "Did you see that?"

Zane: "No?"

Aphmau: "How?? It was right there! you were looking at it!"

Zane: grumbles

He purposefully stands to the left of people he doesn't want to see, and always stands to the right of people he does. Imagine your ships yourself.

If people knew, well, they'd probably not be as much of a prick about it, it would be interesting to see people who made fun of him (jokingly or maliciously) realise they bullied a disabled guy. (Gene. I'm talking about Gene, but of course there's others.)

Regardless, I think Garroth (and possibly the rest of the family) for the longest time after the incident, wouldn't speak about it at all. So regardless, the only way people would know is for Zane to tell them, or see for themselves. But I feel like if Garroth was present when someone mocked Zane about his sight, whether they knew or not, would be going to the hospital. He won't stand for that shit.

Garroth: "You don't talk to my brother like that!"

Zane: "I couldn't care less if-- Well that wasn't necessary."

Essentially, Zane should be fully blind and scarred, and it shall be explored in literature.

#mystreet #zane ro'meave #garroth ro'meave #aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #headcanon #blindness #disability

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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year

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Omg

Hey

Hey!

HEY!!

WHAT ABOUT GOD READER THAT GOT A CURSE PLACED ON THEM BY SOMEONE THEY DON'T LIKE

That curse makes them turn to random ages like,, one day you wake up and your like 3 and the other you're 29 and the acolytes just have to deal with it for a months (and just for funziz you don't keep your memories as a kid *evil laugh*)

I feel like people who are generally around kids would be great around us and some others .... Less so (*cough cough* ei)

AND EVEN BETTER

WHAT IF ENGLISH ISN'T OUR FIRST LANGUAGE AND IT SUMTGING LIKE FRENCH OR SPANISH, AND THE ACOLYTES ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE TEYING TO TALK TO YOU WHILE 14 YEAR OLD READER IS CURLED UP IN A BALL CUS THEY'RE SCARED LSKFJGJDLSK

let the tennage/ kid reader be neurodivergent/autistic (cuz i am and theres bot enough rep on this god forsaken app .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.)

n E wayss <3

LOVE YA !!!!

Aka. your fave >:D kiss kiss

A KISS KISS??!!! FOR ME?!!! 😊🥰😚 <3

BRO i literally designed a whole original character around that concept lmao (except they remember/just body change/everything else kinda matches ur desc! :0 )

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only), Neurodivergent!Reader, Child!Reader, Teen!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans, Platonic

Orbit: Headcanons-ish, mini scenarios

Stars: Arataki Itto, Kuki Shinobu, ft. Kujou Sara, Ei + Raiden Shogun, Inazumans

Comets & Meteors: No Content Warnings & No Triggers Detected.

no bc gif is me as a kid, bc I didn't experience snow until I was 12 💀 +it stayed for like one day, was 1 inch deep, or like 5 cm (for my non-americans out there), and was gone the next lmao- I was terrified when I moved and got REAL snowy days- jfc Snezhnaya would kill little me-

SO I was kinda stuck on this tbh, i usually default to like, headcanons or scenarios if ppl dont specify/im just adding onto what you already said like when its not even really a request u know?

so, uh tried to do headcanons, but idk how good it is Orah, sorry!

Also ik you mentioned as example, but we sticking to Inazuma, bc i feel like I neglect them lol

also i hope u like Itto 💀

♤

you quickly found out that magic obeys some weird type of logic despite being magic, so you only ever fluctuate in age within the range you’ve already been,

ur kinda glad youre not seeing what you look like at 100 years old and getting stuck that way for weeks- only Sophie from Howl’s Moving Castle can be cursed to be old yet has so much rizz that she’s still badass and pulls a wizard boyfriend LMAO

so just bc idk what to make the max,

let’s put you at originally, also bc im not a minor, 20 yrs old

so what I mean by all the above is: you’ve lived 2 decades, 1-20 are the only ages you can be

-that being said,

you’re a menace.

so yeah you could’ve been a quiet kid, a well-behaved kid, a good kid even,

…but not in a magical world full of awesome flora and fauna, and magical creatures,

and gods, and vision users and-

you get the point.

plus, you hadn’t really learned English yet until u were a bit older so (who can blame you i hate this language ur so valid)

and for whatever reason English is the only one these guys speak, besides maybe some mythical creatures like the aranara or something

so its kinda absolute chaos trying to reign u in at times.

so needless to say the entirety of Inazuma is terrified for you.

like, even if you aren’t the “Creator” per say in this, they still know what the warmth of your power feels like

But more importantly-

You know who’s the first to spot a random wandering-non-Inazuman-child? And take you in? Especially one that radiates that same energy of presence they feel sometimes + makes them more powerful???

The Amazing, the All-Powerful, Awe-Inspiring Oni: Arataki Itto!

Not even his gang, or Kuki are the first to see you, nah it’s Itto himself,

he literally finds 12 yr old you just sneaking around in awe in Chinju Forest,

and needless to say ur pretty fascinated with the colors and the vibes, and it’s not like Genshin Impact existed when u were this young, ur poor younger self is just rlly paranoidly looking around

Itto is kinda a lot at first, and he was a little confused by ur constant rubbing your arms, or tapping ur fingers on stuff, (or all the stims u be doing when ur nervous) but he just took it all in stride

so Itto, after like an hour and a few well placed rocks at his face and groin by 12 yr old u who was ready to fight to the death at first, FINALLY convinced you by drawing a little picture of his house and his friends

and all that clear effort, despite the foreign world, foreign non-human guy, etc., made you warm up to him too, afterall, even 12 yr old you knew a himbo when they saw one 💪

at first he just thought you were another person who was getting powered up by that yokai he felt (he was convinced thats what you were when u weren’t physically here before, like some kind of powerful gift giving/deal making yokai)

but after he saw you shapeshift the next morning into 16 yr old you, (he lives with his grandma so ur younger self felt pretty safe staying with a himbo guy and an little grandma lady)

he was now more convinced than ever-

that you were some kind of god that’s been in hiding since the archon war (his granny has a lot of cool stories so what?! hes a very educated oni thank you very much!),

rather than a vision user, and he also thinks u being random ages is deffo a curse, and its to keep ur powerfulness limited!! - Arataki Itto, 202X

(bc younger u doesnt remember that u can upgrade ppl, or at least it takes em a learning curve bc they gotta relearn everytime)

okay but itd be so funny tho if nobody else believes that (esp the non-magical folk), bc to them, ur just like, a bunch of siblings (child, teen, adult you lmao) or a tanuki lol

he eventually gets Kuki to believe, after she also sees how you change/the aura is honestly more powerful too once she’s paying attention, like instead of like a blanket, ur like standing in front of a raging campfire

but she makes him keep it a secret

ur really vulnerable a lot of the time, so they’re both worried abt keeping u happy and safe, aw cuties <3

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so yeah, ur literally just chillin with the arataki gang all the time now

the gang become ur besties no matter the age, like they love mild pranks, and general chaos, u wanna explore no matter the age, and also love chaos, esp since it can be magical now (oh child you is having the time of their life when they’re around)

its literally a match made in heaven

plus the more hands on deck, the easier it is to keep ur ass from running off as a kid (and an adult, bc omg a shiny?? a shiny crystal fly???!! lmao neurodivergent 🤝crow/raven = shiny solidarity)

honestly Itto has a blast with all versions of you, and he’s literally the best bc he’s a himbo:

so he’s fine with answering context or “obvious” questions all the time LMAO

and if he makes any conclusions abt ppl’s behavior u dont, he’ll explain pretty quick and simple and he never sees it as awkward or smth

its honestly kinda funny bc ur like 10, and just 🤨🤨🤨??? sometimes at ppl (u got better at reading ppl as u got older obv, and at english too, that doesnt help lol)

he’s super sweet abt it, just really quick which is great too,

“he’s irritated at the guard, not us!”

or “she’s relieved, not upset, don’t worry it’s all good!”

like, u never misunderstand ANYBODY with this Oni around!! <3

(this is mainly bc Itto’s gotta know when to bail, joke, stand his ground, etc. from experience, and messing w/Kujou Sara so he’s actually really good at reading people, only when he’s paying attention tho)

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so younger u just feels safe around Itto, and so while u do get taught english (mostly by his grandma/Kuki) u also dont rlly mask,

nor do u know how to mask as well as you do in the future

so ur just running around with the gang, living ur little neurodivergent life, and anytime someone points out smth u do that might be awkward, like repeating something over and over as a stim (esp with learning english phrases/new words at times) the gang and Itto, and Kuki, are all ready to protect 💪

but most of the time what happens is- whether unintentionally or not, Itto manages to make THEM feel awkward or like they’re the ones doing something socially weird all the time 😭

just, a parent is like “this kid can’t speak English, do they even know any other language? Because all I keep hearing is them repeating that sound over and over…”

Itto: “Damn you're right they do that a lot, just like how you peek out your window a lot, but we all got our quirks man, no need to be shy about it, the kid isn’t, so just open those curtains, and that window and look out at the world!”

which announces to the whole neighborhood, bc Itto is only ever not loud when you tap his arm as a signal, that the parent is the nosiest bitch ever, he just puts them on blast for everyone to hear lmao

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Itto is actually very respectful about you, and while it would, almost be easy bc of the age switching, for him to infantilize you, he’s really good at treating you like an equal no matter how old you are :0 :D

like a giant teddy bear older brother at times, and the guys and Kuki are all pretty good at it too

(tho dw, Kuki is doing all the emotional distress heavy lifting for all of them over your safety, esp bc when u switch at first u are VERY out of your element/disoriented bc u dont always recognize Teyvat/know less English)

but that being said…

Itto fucking loves your excited/happy stims!!!

You flap your hands? Ittos flapping his arms!

You jump up and down, Itto jumps!,

…with his full grown man self with MUSCLES, and causes a mini earthquake wherever you guys are- yknow a shop, the center of town, somebody’s house, near one of the guards 💀 (which always manages to knock them flat on their ass LMFAOO)

Or best of all, you do little stompy stomps??

ITTO DOES HIS STOMPS WITH YOU, like his idle animation does??? :D !!

DUDE- (/gen.n.)

u were like 8 at the time, and saw Kujou Sara for the first time, she’s looking all badass, mostly bc Itto pranked her and she’s power-walking toward u guys pissed as hell ready to arrest him, but u love it anyway bc shes so cool, and right as Sara gets to u two-

u start doing stompy stomps! And Itto joins!!

…and she’s shocked at first, but realizing how giggly and happy u two are, and then Itto explains its bc of her???

Kujou Sara lets Arataki Itto go, for the first time, ever.

she doesnt explain, but she literally was so melted by cuteness, and a warm familiarity??, by u two she couldnt be mad anymore lmao

Itto is now legally obligated to bring you to any and all matters involving the government, regardless of age, according to Kuki Shinobu, his grandma, and himself

all for different reasons tho, Itto’s like, “My lucky charm! My bestie goes everywhere with me!”

meanwhile Kuki/grandma: “A foreign non-Teyvatian speaking child/teen at times is more adept at keeping Itto in line than anyone else, or at least getting him out of the consequences 💀”

♧

Bonus:

The first time you see the Raiden Shogun,

She scares the shit out of 6 yr old you 😭

And she recognizes that familiar aura immediately, so shes just like:

😶😦😰

(You warm up to her after she offers to show you how she can summon lightning, Itto helped her lmao, and Ei also came out to keep u safe bc Raiden is a little… unaware… at times, of mortal limits, and now that ur in a mortal body-)

Also both of them unanimously agree to be the sugar mother to all ur hyperfixation foods/safe foods ever, SCOREEEE

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Bonus 2:

*KUKI WOULD LIKE THE COLLECTIVE CITY OF INAZUMA TO KNOW SHE DOES NOT APPROVE OF ITTO TEACHING U ENGLISH CUSSWORDS

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I hope somebody likes Itto enough to enjoy this, sorry if u arent a huge fan of him Orah! I just think he's annoying and neat, and havent written abt Inazuma enough lmao

I finally graduated college/uni by the way guys!!!

Ill actually have a life now that wont be hogged by homework! Like writing! Like drawing! Like anything but school!

Anyway, love u guys, another post coming soon,

Safe Travels Orah,

💀♒️

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk

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dad bill or tom with a daughter who is a teen fem going to a dance and she spends lots of time getting ready and shes so excited bc the boy she likes is taking her and she waits for a long tome just to get stood up and her dad comforts her

(this is so sad omg 😭)

Prom Mishaps

Tom

He feels like absolute shit when he finds out the boy stands you up

He's not the best at makeup or dressing up very formally

But he's always happy to be involved in your school stuff

He was the one to make big deals outta father daughter dances and all that

He also is one to be getting emotional when he hears about you going to an actual dance at your school

He's sorta in shock especially if someone took you with them as a date thing

Not in a bad way, he knows you're pretty and able to go on a date

He's just not prepared himself for this matter because it seems to him that just like three days ago you were five and dancing on his toes

He's probably crying or he's crying proud tears

Gustav, Georg and Bill definitely hear a lot about this on the upcoming days

He's sitting behind you as you do your makeup and he's even willing to help with hair

The entire time is sorta quiet but in the mirror he's just admiring his little baby

He's whispering sorta a few times on how much he loves you and how pretty you look

If you wanted to give him a final reveal he would give you that

Heidi and Tom definitely took you dress or suit shopping, whatever floats your boat

The second you step out he's so happy and glowing

He's so proud and so in shock on how much you're growing up

Heidi probably is laughing on how emotional he's getting

He just wants you to be little again so he can take you to a father daughter dance himself

After pictures and after admiring, he's waiting with you for your date

Until that little ass didn't show up

He's pissed

Sorta deflecting on when he was an ass or a "player" and seeing how you feel right now makes him realize that's probably how the girls he was with felt back then

So he's putting his anger at himself at the kid and also because you don't deserve that

Especially if you're crying and crap

He's holding you and kissing your head like your a baby who wake up from a nightmare

He's not the best at stuff like this or comforting so he also gets Heidi and your step sister to help

He thinks they have more experience in this

And to cheer you up he either takes you out or gives you a little re do at a party with your family, friends and fans or at a party they have for the band

Makes it even better

He, Bill, Gustav and Georg though are definitely going to find that child

Bill

He's so excited onçe you tell him about the dance

It doesn't even matter if you have a date or not

He's gonna wanna take you dress shopping or suit shopping and do your hair and your makeup

He does get a bit emotional seeing you all dressed up

He realizes how old he's getting and how much you're growing up it's horrendous

If you wanted to do your makeup yourself he would be glad to let you

He's excited and checking up on you

But the second he heard it was because of a boy he would be gobsmacked

He knows your pretty and everything he's just not prepared for you to be going to the dance in the first place

Much less by someone you have a crush on

He's being the stereotypical dad like

"He better not hurt my child!" Or "My baby has a crush~"

He's so big on teasing you like that it's funny

Once you finished up getting ready and he saw you he was about to die

He was so happy and so proud and so emotional

He's telling you how pretty you are, kissing your head and everything and anything

He's having you do little spins so he could see your outfit and hair and everything

He's the dad to give you flowers and force you to pose on the stairs or make you just pose for so many pictures

It took so long that you didn't even notice for a long time that your date didn't come

But once you did, Bill didn't notice until your mood started getting dad

Especially when he saw your face frown or if you had tears in your eyes

He then realized that the fucking boy stood you up

He's mad and sad for you

He's heartbroken someone did that to his baby

He feels like he's a kid again going through the same stuff

Especially if the kid did that shit to you as a joke

Bill wants to put them on blast on social media even if you don't

He spent hours reassuring you

And let me tell you he offered to take you himself

He would gladly take his baby to a dance

But if you didn't want that, you guys spent the rest of the night eating food, dressing up, messing around or he gathered your friends and you and your friends went together

He got you an even better car and made you look awesome if you still went

He's so pissed at the boy he's literally ranting to Gustav, Tom and Georg on ways to find the child

Nobody does that to his kid

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x you #tom

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🎉2k Celebration Headcanons🎉

Being Fukurodani’s Manager

⭐️ Manager Glow Up Edition ⭐️

Fukurodani x gender neutral manager

Warnings: none

A/N: This was the winning team and scenario for the 2k celebration headcanons! I apologize for taking literally 7 years to get this out but please accept my apologies 🥺

What a team to have a glow up in 😅

Honestly you do know who the teams ace is right Yn?

You wouldn’t be trying to steal Bokuto’s thunder now would you be 👀

I mean, even if you were, you’ve earned the right YN

You are the teams precious baby manager 🥹

Literally the teams pride and joy

You are a second year just like Akaashi and boy are you loved

Literally these boys and girls do anything and everything to protect their precious YN

Konoha has said several times that no one is good enough to breath the air of THEIR YN

Now you never really paid much mind to these idiots

Because, well you were busy with other things

Bokuto…. Always Bokuto 🙄

Anyways what I’m getting at is that you deserve so much YN

And thankfully I, your fairy godmother, am here to give it to you 🧚🏻‍♀️

You see, summer break is coming up and while the boys are busy practicing, you are busy doing other things 👀

You ended up taking a two week vacation to visit family, much to the contest of the team

Bokuto 👉🏻 cried like he was never going to see you again 😭

Akaashi 👉🏻 *internally screaming*

Kaori and Yukie 👉🏻 sad because now they have to deal with Bokuto for 2 whole weeks

Saru and Konoha 👉🏻 trying to figure out how to get you to stay

Washio and Komi 👉🏻 apologizing because they know you desperately need and deserve a break

Nevertheless, you manage to escape and head on your two week vacay

Bokuto texts you the entire time telling you how he misses you

Akaashi takes Bokutos phone and apologizes to you profusely for bothering you 📱

However while you are away, some things change 👀

It seems our sweet little Yn has had a massive glow up while away and boy am I excited 🤩

Now you really don’t think you’ve changed that much but trust me, you have

You changed your hair, got some new clothes, found a magic elixir to clear your skin

Heck I think you might have even grown YN 😱

Don’t come for me, I swear you kids grow like weeds when you are teens!

Whatever the case, you’ve definitely changed YN!

And oh boy I’m excited to see our favorite little owls reactions 😍

When you showed up to practice you walked in and immediately went about your business

Washio and Konoha 👉🏻😐🤨

They have no clue who you are

“Hey Akaashi did we get a new manager?”Kumi says coming up behind Akaashi

“I’ve never seen that person before. Maybe they’re lost?” Onaga adds

Akaashi studies you while Yukie and Kaori approach

“Hey do you know who that is?” Komi asks as the girls who look in your direction

Just as they look, it registers with Akaashi

Like a literal slap in the face, his brain has awoken!

Too bad he realizes too late to stop the riot that’s about to incite 🙃

“Wait is that-?” Konoha says, studying you

“Holy crap, YN???” Saru yells as you turn your head and smile at the team

“Oh hey guys,” you say 🥰👋🏻

Rip to Fukurodani, you’ve served us well 🫡

“YN?? Is that really you??” Komi questions, slowly approaching you like you might not be real

“Umm yes, I think so???” You say confused

Please they have you wondering if it’s actually you 😭

Because like why are they acting this way

“You’ve changed,” Washio says bluntly

“Oh yeah, I guess I’ve changed a little but it’s only been two weeks guys,” you say, confused and secretly planning your escape to look the mirror

“Wow YN, you look…” Yukie starts to say

But unfortunately, she didn’t get to finish because a certain someone interrupted

You see, a very important person was missing from the newly revealed YN

“HEY HEY HEY everybody! YN comes back today!!!” Bokuto screeches as he throws open the doors to the gym

Everyone just waits in silence because they all wanna see his reaction

“Hey Bo! I missed you!” You sing as Bokuto stops, studying you from head to toe

“Who are you?” He asks 🤨

You 👉🏻😐

Well now you really need to look in a mirror

“Bokuto, it’s YN,” Akaashi says coming up next to you

Bokuto rn 👉🏻😐🤨

“That’s not YN Akaashi,” Bokuto says staring at you

“It’s really Yn Bokuto,” Komi says coming up next to you

You 👉🏻🙂

Bokuto 👉🏻😐😑

“Very funny guys, great joke. I think I’d recognize my second favorite person in the entire world” Bokuto says, laughing as he walks past you

Sorry Yn, spot #1 is reserved for Akaashi 💅

You sigh, knowing exactly what to say to Bokuto

“Whose the best ace in the entire world?” You say, mentally rolling your eyes that it’s come to this

Bokuto stops and turns 👀

“Everyone knows that,” he says as you stand there, again rolling your eyes

“You’re better than Ushiwaka because you beat Tsukki like a million times in 2 on 2,” you say as Akaashi smirks

Bokuto 👉🏻😐😱

“HOLY CRAP YN??” he screams as you turn and smile

“That’s what made you realize it was Yn?” Konoha asks

“Yn you look so good!! Wait- why did you change?? YN did you get a partner??” Bokuto says, deflation eminent

Akaashi 👉🏻👀 YN choose your words carefully please I BEG

“Bo, no! I just needed a little a change. I’ll admit I didn’t think I changed that much but I guess I did!” You say, beaming as the entire team swoons over you

Literally they didn’t think you could get any cuter 🥰

However what Fukurodani fails to realize is that your glow up would affect more than just them…

You see, with the training camp coming up at Shinzen, a whole new problem arises

And you see, these dummies don’t realize how much your glow up will affect literally every other team at the camp

It actually doesnt register until they arrive at camp and get off the bus

And it actually hits Konoha first

He’s helping you unload the bus all while the other teams stand around, staring at you

Konoha rn 👉🏻😐🤨😳

Crap crap CRAP

“Akaashi! AKAASHI!” he whisper yells as Akaashi turns to look at him

“Look!” He says pointing to the gaggling bunch of guys staring at their amazing manager

Akaashi 👉🏻😐😳

Please Akaashi knows you can handle yourself but he is still so protective of you

I mean, you are literally a key to Bokuto’s success and those an irreplaceable member of the Fukurodani team

You continue to unload the bus, oblivious to the men now fuming behind you

Akashi and Konoha are GLARING at the guys staring at you

Tanaka and Noya have nothing on these two petty bbys

When you finally turn around, you sense the tension

“Hey what’s going on?” You say as Komi quickly pulls you away stating he needs help with some ridiculous task

“Wow YN really… changed?” Kuroo says smirking

“Stay away from YN, Kuroo…” Akashi growls as Konoha backs him up

Kuroo throws his hands up, smirking as he walks away 😏

As the camp progresses, you notice a lot of the boys being extremely nice and helpful

“Hey Yn let me carry that for you!” Tanaka says as you smile

“Oh thank you! You are such a sweetheart!” You say as Tanaka gushes 😍

Meanwhile, Washio is standing behind you, glaring at the bald spiker

Please these guys are all so protective of their bby yn 🥺

But it doesn’t stop there

“Watch out Yn!” Someone screams as you turn to see a ball flying at your head

You duck before the ball is immediately snatched up by Ogano, Shinzen’s captain

“Oh Ogano, thank you!” You say as he smiles at you, extending his hand to you

“You ok YN?” He asks as he pulls you up, hand lingering in yours

Akaashi, Komi and Saru instantly see you but their eyes don’t go to you oh no no no

rather to a certain owl haired boy 👀

Bokuto is watching your interaction with Ogano, confused as to why the other captain is so attentive to you

Bokuto has noticed the other teams paying extra attention to you as well

At first, he thought it was because you were so helpful but that couldn’t be it because the other managers were just as helpful

By then he notices how Ogano’s hand lingers longer in yours 😳

Akaashi, Komi and Saru rn 👉🏻👀🍿

But before anything can happen, you simply thank Ogano and walk away

Bokuto shook his head, a little confused but still thinking about your interaction with the other captain as well as the looks given by the other teams

“YN come practice with me!” Bokuto cries as you roll your eyes

“Bo, I need to help everyone else!” You say

“Actually taking Bokuto would be a big help YN,” Konoha says

“See YN- hey wait a minute?!?” Bokuto glares are Konoha

You 👉🏻😐🙄 come on Idiot

“Hey wait up!” Kuroo said, following you

You turn, seeing the giant captain running towards you as you beam at him

“Kuroo would you like to join us?” You say as Kuroo smirks

“Of course, I would never turn down the company of someone so pretty,” he says winking at you

You blush profusely as Bokuto glares at Kuroo

Please Akaashi is RUNNING 🏃‍♂️ Ukai Style 👇🏻

“Come on Yn! I’ll help you,” he says as he pulls you two towards the 3rd gym

Leaving Bokuto to GLARE daggers into Kuroo

During your practice, Tsukishima joins again, causing Bokuto even more grief

“Akaashi, have you noticed everyone staring at YN?” He finally asks

Akaashi knew this was coming but he’s cautious about how he answers it

“I mean, Bokuto haven’t you noticed?” Akaashi asks

Bokuto 👉🏻:D noticed what???

“Oh for gods sakes Bokuto, YN got like super hot!” Kuroo shouts, finally putting it out into the world for all the hear

Akaashi 👉🏻😐🤦🏻‍♂️

Kuroo 👉🏻😏

Tsukishima 👉🏻👀

You 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Bokuto looks from you to Kuroo and back again

Then the lightbulb finally goes on

“OH MY GOD EVERYONE HAS BEEN HITTING ON YN!?!” he screams

“I mean do you really blame us Bokuto?” Kuroo asks

“WELL NO BUT STOP IT!” He shouts

“You want us to stop being nice to Yn? Sounds kind of mean Bokuto,” Kuroo says with a smirk

“THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT! AAAAKKKKAAAASSSHHHHHIIIIIII!” Bokuto screams as you sigh

“YN do me a favor please?” Akaashi asks before going to tame the untamable

“Sure Akaashi,” you respond sweetly

“Don’t have a glow up again until Bokuto graduates,” he says as you just nod

You 👉🏻🫡 aye aye captain

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piedpiperart · 11 months

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Phantom of Gotham 9

Chapter 8

Jason wasn’t worried. He wasn’t. He was just coming by to drop off some case files and say hi to Alfred. It was just a coincidence that he would check on Danny when he got there. It just so happens that he was also here to drop off some of Danny’s stuff from the Pizzeria. Jason was not getting attached.

Danny had been through a lot the past few days, what with being homeless and dealing with winter only to be snatched by the big bad Red Hood and dropped off at a literal mansion. As a street kid himself, Jason knew the change could be a bit overwhelming and he didn’t want any of his brothers making anything worse. Tim and Damian were not the most helpful, and neither had been on the streets like Danny and Jason. So maybe he was worried and a bit attached to the snarky teen, but he definitely wasn’t staying at the manor longer than he had to.

Climbing the stairs with a duffel bag of the kids' stuff, he made a beeline for the kitchen to hopefully sneak in some of Alfred’s breakfast platter. Imagine his surprise when he heard voices coming from the kitchen so early in the morning.

Jason turned the corner to find the usual arrangement of breakfast foods on the counter, but with the demon child sitting petulantly by the counter with Danny on the opposite side, holding a spatula out to him menacingly.

“It’s supposed to be a giraffe!” Danny exclaimed, exasperated. Jason could see he was in some of Tim's clothes, but more baffling was that he was… making pancakes… in Alfred’s kitchen.

“This looks nothing like a giraffe, Folson,”Damian scowled at his plate. “You should stop making those and eat before it goes cold.”

“You just don’t appreciate art,”Danny sniffed playfully, turning back to the stove.

Damian gaped indignantly, about to retort when Jason entered the room. “What’s all this about giraffes?” Jason asked. Danny turned to him, a bit surprised, but elated all the same.

“Pancake art!” Danny exclaimed, turning to plop something on a plate and pushing it towards the counter. “I helped Alfred with breakfast, he’s going to wake the other people that uh, live here, but he’ll be back soon.”

“I would not call it art,” Damian grumbled. Jason snorted and sat down at the counter next to Damian, passing the duffel bag over the counter to Danny.

“Red Hood dropped off your stuff,”Jason explained when Danny raised an eyebrow at him. The kid perked up and took the bag to rummage through.”I’m Jason by the way, second oldest around here.”

“Ah, thanks for the stuff. I’m Danny,”Danny smiled. He eventually closed the bag and slid it to a corner that would be relatively in disturbed. Jason couldn’t help but wonder where he used to live, or if he had any family. Tim was supposedly doing a background check on the kid last night though, so Jason figured he’d get the information sooner or later. Meanwhile Jason looked at the plate he was handed, only to find what looked like a gingerbread man in pancake form and what was maybe a butterfly. Or a clover.

Whatever. Jason shrugged, piling other things on his plate. He cut into the human pancake only for something red and squishy to come out of the middle. “What the fuck?” Jason frowned.

Danny looked up from where he was at the stove, confused before looking towards Jason’s plate. “Oh! The human pancake has strawberries inside, so when you cut them up it’s like guts.” Danny informed him.

Damian looked offended, and Jason barked out a laugh. “Why would you do such a thing?” Damian scowled.

Danny shrugged. “Used to make pancakes with my sister. We got creative,”Danny smirked. “Besides, art is subjective. I can see why you wouldn’t appreciate such a masterpiece.”

“Yeah Damian. You wish you could have a pancake as cool as this.” Jason laughed, taking a bite of the surprisingly good strawberry pancake. He wondered what Bruce would think of the human pancake. Did this count as murder?

“I am not surprised that you came up with something so childish. The one you gave me definitely looks like something a child would do,”Damian stated flatly, busying himself with some eggs.

“I told you it’s a giraffe! Look, it’s got eyes and spots and everything!” Danny complained, gesturing with the spatula. Jason grinned, leaning over to catch a glimpse of the thing, and he could kind of see the resemblance. It looked more like a hippo with chocolate chip spots and a long neck with a head so small the two blueberry eyes barely fit on it.

“Yep, looks like a giraffe to me,”Jason confirmed, smiling easily at the glare Damian returned. “Still not as cool as the human pancake, or this other one. Butterfly?”

“Exactly! See Damian, even Jason knows art,”Danny proclaimed. Seeing Damian getting worked up over pancake art was pretty funny, but Jason had to admit he was surprised Danny hadn’t been stabbed yet. “But it’s okay, I can teach you my secret pancake art making skills next time. Then we can make them together!”

Jason smirked as Danny’s offer halted the rage in Damian’s eyes. A glint of challenge lit up in the kids eye. “You would not need to teach me anything, I have no doubt I’d be better at it than you and your… giraffe.” Damian scoffed.

Danny pursed his lips, turning mysteriously,”We shall see, young grasshopper. You may have much to learn from master pancakers like me.” He said sagely.

“Stop that. Pancakers is not a word, idiot, and it can’t be that hard,”Damian frowned. Danny just hummed, and Damian sighed, seemingly given up on entertaining the conversation any longer. “Now stop making your abominations and eat already. There is enough food here and it’s getting cold.”

Danny sighed dramatically. “Alright,”he drawled, but abandoned the pancake station to grab a plate. Jason couldn’t tell what pancake he’d gotten, but it looked like a ghost from where he was sitting. “Hey Damian,”Danny whispered.

Damian huffed, but turned to Danny sitting next to him and asked in a normal yet exasperated voice,”What?”

“What do ghosts eat?” Danny whispered, and Damian frowned.

“What are you talking about?” Damian squinted.

“Boo-berries,”Danny whispered, and lifted his plate so Damian could see the ghost shaped pancake with blueberries for eyes. The teenager looked on with a satisfied smile as Damian got the joke.

Jason snorted when Damian gave him a flat stare in return. “How old are you?” Damian asked seriously. “I refuse to believe someone so childish is actually attending highschool.”

“Don’t let Dick hear you say that,”Jason smirked.

“Grayson is worse than Danny,”Damian grunted. Danny blinked at the two of them, out of the loop a bit. “But at least he doesn’t look like a twelve year old in addition.”

“I know I’m short and all but I’m actually 16,” Danny complained. Jason frowned, seeing Danny had only put the single pancake on his plate. Was the kid not hungry? Jason wondered.

Before Damian could say anything, Tim bounded around the corner, coffee in hand. “Jason, you would not believe what I just found out about- Danny!” Tim cut himself off to exclaim when he caught sight of the teen sitting next to Damian. Tim looked between the three, bewildered. “What uh, what are you doing here?”

“Tim?! Did you get kidnapped too?!” Danny exclaimed with wide eyes. How many people lived in this mansion, he thought incredulously.

“What? No, I um, I live here. What happened?” Tim asked, looking between the three of them. Jason just snorted, so Tim shot him a glare, knowing it was somehow Jason’s fault he was unaware about his friend.

“Um. Well,”Danny started, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know the vigilante Red Hood? He kinda picked me up and brought me here last night, but I’m only staying until the weather lets up, and then I’ll go back home.”

The three of them frowned at the explanation. “Huh, okay, why would Red Hood kidnap you?” Tim asked, shooting Jason a look.

“I dunno,” Danny shrugged. “I was fine on my own, but I think he thought I was ‘unprepared for winter’ or something like that.”

“I heard you were camped out in a building with no heat or water, so he brought you here so you wouldn’t freeze to death during the blizzard,”Jason scoffed. Danny shrugged again.

“Same thing,” Danny said, much to Jason’s exasperation. He glanced at Tim, fidgeting uncomfortably. “Sorry, this is probably really weird for you. I’m not staying long, I promise.”

Damian turned his frown on Tim, surprisingly, and Tim scrambled to reassure his friend. “What? No- no you can stay as long as you need to, I don’t mind. And you’re always welcome here.” Tim finished lamely.

“Yes, and I doubt anyone here would let you go back to being homeless when we have so many resources to help you,”Damian added. Danny’s face contorted to one of panic.

“I really don’t need help, promise,”Danny said hurriedly, glancing to his bag of stuff. Jason rolled his eyes at his siblings. They were obviously freaking the kid out.

“Quiet down,”Jason said. He looked to Danny,”No one’s gonna force you to do anything you don’t wanna do. We just wanna make sure you’re okay, whatever your plan is.”

Danny paused, but nodded after a second. The table was quiet after that, mostly because Jason was glaring at the other two to shut up about it. He didn’t really understand why Damian was so adamant about Danny staying either, but it really wasn’t helping. “So,”Jason started. “Have you had the tour yet?”

“Oh- no,”Danny stammered,”I saw the library though. And a living room? I think?”

Damian nodded. “He arrived late last night, but had cocoa with Alfred in the living room,”Damian reported. “I am not sure to when you visited the library though.”

Danny’s smile turned sheepish,”I uh, couldn’t sleep so I went to get some water. Ended up at the library and just, read for a while.”

Jason perked up at the mention of books, but didn’t get a chance to ask before Damian pointedly passed some fruit over to Danny. “You know there’s plenty of food. You don’t have to eat so little.”

“Uh, I’m not that hungry,”Danny said nonchalantly, but picked out some fruit anyways, if only to get Damian to stop staring.

Tim startled at the comment, but soon picked up his own plate, piling food onto it and staring in confusion at the precarious pile of mishshapen pancakes. “Uh, what are these?”

“Pancake art!” Danny chirped, mood sufficiently brightened. Damian on the other hand, frowned at Tim.

“Alfred and Danny cooked breakfast this morning,”Jason crowed. Tim’s eyes widened in awe when he looked to Danny.

“He let you cook?” Tim asked. Danny nodded, confused at the reaction. “He never lets anyone cook. Except Jason.”

“Really?” Danny asked, looking thoughtful. “It was fun. How come no one else can cook?”

“Because they suck at it,”Jason smirked, dodging the blueberry thrown at him by Damian. “Timbo’s only allowed to touch the coffee machine, but otherwise the rest of the family is banned from Alfred’s kitchen.”

“Cooking is a waste of time when Pennyworth is perfectly capable,”Damian reasoned.

Danny sighed. “I guess you don’t want to learn the art of pancakes then,”He teased, making Damian freeze.

“I am sure I would be allowed in the kitchen to participate,” Damian stated, albeit hesitantly.

“I’ll have to come by for breakfast tomorrow then to help judge,” Jason mused.

“You could join us!” Danny exclaimed, then continued mischievously. “Tim and Damian can be on a team since they suck and we can be on the team of winners.”

“Wha- that’s not fair,”Tim complained. “Why not split up the good cooks and bad cooks?”

“You saying you can’t beat us?” Jason wiggled an eyebrow challengingly.

“No,”Damian objected at the same time Tim said yes. They traded looks.

“Alright then, Drake and I will prove to you we are superior at your weird pancake art. Even if Drake is unhelpful, we’ll still make better art than your human pancake.”

“Human what?” Tim asked. Jason snorted, but stabbed one from the pancake plate and plopped it onto Tim’s plate.

“Try one,”Jason said, and the other two watched in anticipation as Tim warily cut into the pancake.

“What the fuck?”

Chapter 10

#Phantom of Gotham #dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson

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the bells, the joy (together in darkness)

Robin Buckley & Steve Harringto WC: 11963 | T | Tags/Themes: hivemind, Post S3, Scoops Troop Friendship, Nonbinary Steve and Robin, Blink and you miss it Steddie and Buckingham pre-slash AKA It's the Stobin Hivemind fic y'all! thank you very very very much to @spectrum-spectre for beta-ing this for me!!

Steve has never done LSD before. Which is the kind of statement his father would call ‘qualifying’ and ‘implies other kinds of wrongdoing, Stephan.’ Like the time he’d said he hadn’t smoked anything other than cigarettes that weekend. Apparently the ‘that weekend’ was a qualifier that got his very small pot stash flushed, and forced him into a second transaction with Eddie Munson in as many weeks.

Yeah okay maybe there were worse things, as far as punishments go.

Qualifying or not though, Steve has never done LSD. Not after the weekend he spent reading the supposedly true diary of a supposedly real teen that had been left on his bed. Like mother, like son, his father had sneered when he'd caught Steve curled up with it, like the whole plan to keep him from becoming pot-addled and destined for the gutter, or whatever, hadn’t relied on his gossipy nature.

It was mostly stupid, the book, but Steve figured it didn’t hurt to stick to weed. The stuff about that he knew for sure was totally fake.

Except now, he wishes he maybe knew a little bit more about what LSD was supposed to feel like. So he knows how to portion out blame for his current state. It’s currently 50% Upside-Down-Shit and 40% Russian-LSD-Shit and 10% Concussion-Shit, but if he’s being fair he’s blamed the Upside Down for about half of everything that’s gone wrong in his life since 1983. He’s willing to acknowledge that maybe the blame breakdown should be readjusted for this one.

“Hey Robin?” Trauma changes people, makes you want to stay close to the people who are changed the same way you are. Robin had shown up at Steve’s house the Monday after everything, trumpet case and duffle bag in hand. Apparently, she had walked from the school where she was supposed to be catching the bus to Band Camp, like she does every year. Apparently, when you undergo traumas heretofore unexperienced by any teen ever, Russian torture and flesh monsters, it’s okay to skip Summer Intensive to move in with your new best friend without telling your parents. Apparently, if you’re the kid that the Band Person, Director, wants to keep happy because in addition to the billion and seven languages you can play any instrument with a mouthpiece -- except trombone, slide positions, Steve had pretended he knew what that meant -- then you can just leave school to deal with your ‘mall fire smoke inhalation’ at your ‘aunt’s house’ instead. Apparently this is fine and Steve doesn’t need to worry about any angry former hippies beating down his dore because ‘what they don’t know won’t hurt them.’

So he can call out for Robin, without raising his voice because he knows she’s there. Somewhere in the house, the weight of it changed now that someone else is in it with him. He can call out even though he’s pretty sure she’s holed up in his Mom’s library on the ground floor, because he can feel her in the back of his brain and he knows she’ll hear him.

Drifting in an unfocused middle distance, he can imagine Robin. Curled up, she knows she’s been called for but isn’t in any hurry to comply, Steve will wait. He's fine with waiting, at least for the five minutes it will take for her to finish her chapter. He can see her, slotting her bookmark in place and sitting up straight for the first time in hours. She stretches, uncurls from the window seat that Steve also favors, gently sets the book down before letting a foot dangle and brush the floor to actually stand. And she leaves the library. She starts to feel closer, her presence looming stronger in his brain and Steve aware of himself in his own body. Then he hears her feet on the stairs.

“What is it, Dingus, did you know your Mom has a whole collection of French books? I’m in the middle of a bunch of lesbian short stories.”

“Yeah, she speaks it, not sure why.” He answers absently, “Have you ever done LSD?”

“I’ve had half a pot brownie and gotten way too high before.”

That’s not really the same thing, Steve thinks.

“I know it’s not really the same thing, Dingus, I was using it as a framework.” She flops facedown on the bed beside him, wiggling into what he’s started thinking of as her side. A lucky coincidence that she prefers to be tucked in on the side closest to the wall. Probably because she’s never seen anything burst out of one.

“Okay don’t think that, cause now I’m never going to be able to sleep again, I don’t think you’ve got enough space for us to pull your bed into the center of your room.”

He can see the way she imagines it. His bed, an island in the center of the room floating in a sea of plaid. Something about it is even more unnerving than if it stayed up against the wall.

“Not a good look.” He doubts anything will come from the walls again anyway, the Upside Down has proven to be surprisingly adaptive; it doesn't seem to attack in the same way twice. It makes it harder to be prepared, but he’s less worried about not being able to protect Robin in the middle of the night.

“Savior complex. Your mom has psychology books down there too. What does she even do?”

“Reads mostly. Do you think there’s anything down there about LSD?” He doesn’t think this is normal.

“Nice leap, Steve, I don’t think there are many drugs that link your brain with your coworker.” She says coworker, but he feels friend. Even that concept isn’t enough to describe the depth of warmth and affection that he feels wash over him as she thinks.

He lets the silence hang for a second, thinking but not sure what yet. His thoughts are slower to arrive and more jumbled in these early days post-concussion. His right hand curls, his fingers flex. First and third finger tap, then one and two, then none, one and two, and two, and none.

Robin’s knee jostles the bed as her leg bounces just a little.

“I think something else happened to us.”

“Wondered how long I’d have to tap your fingers for you before you got there with me.”

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#platonic stobin #my fic #steve and robin #scoops troop #scoops troop friendship #untitled stobin hivemind fic #now has a title #which is a reference to a song for lya which i don't really recommend but whatever #nonbinary steve harrington #nonbinary robin buckley #autistic robin buckley #neurodivergent steve harrington #the author gives steve their own quirks and lets the audience diagnose as they will #enjoy!!! its been a nine month labor of love please like it!!

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