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lynn-writes-things · 2 years

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jjk characters as types of emos

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this was a silly lil idea I had, I had way too much fun writing these lmao

mentions of nobamaki (nobara x Maki), inuokku (Inumaki x yuuta), Miwa x Mechamaru

Tokyo Kids:

Megumi Fushiguro:

- DEFINITELY HAD THE “iTs NoT a PhAsE!!1!1!!” edgy bitch boy phase (ily Megs I’m sorry)

- my chem stan first and foremost (not big on danger days tho; three cheers is his fav album)

- also waterparks and bring me the horizon

- had a BIG black veil brides phase, probably tried to style his hair like Andy biersack and did the makeup to match (but his fav member was probably Jinx if we’re being honest)

- modern day, he fucking loves corpse

- lives in hot topic + spencers every time Gojo takes him to the mall

- you know the leather chokers that kinda look like a collar but they have the spikes on them? yeah

- and the spiky bracelets? yeah 😌

- RINGS!!!!!!

- was mildly invested in creepypasta, not as much as Yuuji, but he definitely has read most the big stories (eyeless Jack is his fav)

- also Yuuji absolutely forced him to watch marble hornets and he might’ve caught feelings for Tim (didn’t we all-)

- OH I ALMOST FORGOT THIS MF WENT THROUGH THE EMO BOY WOLF OBSESSION HARDDDDDDDDD

- let’s be real here….

- it’s his greatest shame to this day, but he’s totally growled at people before

- oh he also totally went through the vampire phase

- HAS ABSOLUTELY READ THE VLADIMIR TODD SERIES

- IT WAS HIS FAVORITE SERIES

Yuuji Itadori:

- ok first of all..

- LOVED creepypasta forums, probably wrote a couple himself

- BUT this mf binge watched the entire slenderverse main ARGs on YouTube (probably watches Night Mind religiously for the in-depth coverage)

- tried to do a spin off Marble Hornets with his friends in the occult club but it didn’t work out ://

- evermanHYBRID was his favorite and now he has a major soft spot for Evan since he too is now occasionally puppeted by a scary ancient evil curse/god

- also likes buzzfeed unsolved! tries to get Megumi to go with him to haunted places cause together they’d have the Shane/Ryan dynamic

- Sleeping With Sirens stan!!

- so needless to say he also loves Pierce The Veil

- totally used to listen to Never Shout Never too

- now…. I HATE saying this…. Truly I do… but I think he would’ve been the type of guy who USED TO occasionally listen to blood on the dance floor BEFORE shit came out about them, he would’ve liked to hyperpop type beat ya know?

- he knows every single word to the phone song by JJ demon

- journey’s is his favorite store, hot topic a close second. not a super big fan of spencers tbh, I think it’d intimidate him and the sex toys would make him uncomfy

- even tho he looks like (and is) a sunshine, the emos gravitate towards him (cough cough, Megumi and Junpei) so he’s always been into all of it

Nobara Kugisaki:

- bit more scene-leanin’

- I think this goes without saying…

- Paramour stan

- has a crush on Hayley Williams (don’t we all-)

- LOVES Halestorm too and has a crush on Lyzzy (again, don’t we all-)

- listens to fit for rivals (Maki introduced her to them)

- she also really likes twenty one pilots!!!

- I feel like she’d favor Spencer’s over hot topic, but she also shops at journeys

- idk I think she’s the type to claim hot topic is TOO mainstream/for posers/etc (but if Maki wants to go, suddenly she’s never loved a store more)

- jelly bracelets of her favorite bands

- TOTALLY had the scene kid neon arm fishnet glove things ya know?

- PON AND ZI COMICS

- “I made you a cookie 😊…… but I eated it😞”

- not super into creepypasta stuff but she PROBABLY read at least some creepypasta x reader fanfics on specifically quotev

- GIR BACKPACK GIR BACKPACK GIR BACKPACK

- tried to learn how to skateboard to impress Maki

- it didn’t really work, but Maki did give her some cool bandaids

- peach monster ONLY

Maki Zenin:

- controversial… hello kitty obsessed emo

- she had the stickers, the bandaids, probably even a purse/backpack

- black veil brides stan!! used to make fun of megumi for dressing up like Andy, but let’s be real, she helped him do the makeup

- I think her fav member would be CC (girl has taste)

- fit for rivals stan also

- she found the Damage music video on YouTube and became a fan of all their music real quick

- has a crush on Renee Phoenix (don’t we all-)

- I think she’d like the slenderverse ARG’s a reasonable amount, not like Yuuji tho

- not big into creepypasta, but she’s read Jane the killer, and probably cosplayed her at LEAST once

- Spencers > hot topic, not a fan of journeys

- flirts with nobara through pon and zi comics

- ALSO went through the vampire phase big time, Megumi got her into the Vladimir Todd series and she borrowed all of his books

- her biggest shame is that she’s read My Immortal and actually didn’t hate it

- homestuck fan!!

- monster energy emo

- I think she could rock a snapback ngl

- skateboards, she’s pretty good at it, not as good as Toge tho

- has a collection of cute bandaids, ranging from basic neon ones, to designs, to characters (has several boxes of hello kitty ones)

- (it is a high honor for her to share the hello kitty ones)

- (this is an honor that nobara is lucky enough to receive)

Toge Inumaki:

- eyeliner!!!!!!!

- does he know what he’s doing? not fuckin’ really, but it works out for him

- probably tries to make his eyes look darker underneath cause he wants to look perpetually tired and depressed like Yuuta

- has absolutely done purple frosted tips before

- you think he was allowed to buy the hair dye to do it? fuck no, he used sharpie and made Yuuta or Panda help him

- paints his nails, I’m thinking black and a purple accent nail

- also wears rings, but daintier ones than Megumi wears

- three days grace stan tbh

- other fav bands include: asking alexandria, falling in reverse, waterparks, the maine, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, etc

- my point is, he’s a big time music emo

- he can’t really talk, so he listens to a lot of shit, constantly

- his and Yuuta’s song is black butterflies and deja vu by the maine :))

- skateboards!! he’s really good at it :)

- Yuuta was SO impressed

- shops at Spencers mostly, but if he’s in a mall, he’s usually hanging around the food court trying to look cool (and dragging his friends to chill there with him)

- SUPER into creepypasta, he’s on the same level as Yuuji

- his fav is Ben Drowned

- so obviously he did the cleverbot shit religiously

- did the whole monster tab thing to Yuuta (the KISS one, these are PG headcanons today bitches)

Yuuta Okkatsu:

- “yOu DoNt UnDeRsTaNd My PaIn!!1!11!!!” whenever something minor goes wrong type bitch

- shy boi

- clings to Maki in public cause she always stands up for him

- Maki and Toge have absolutely beaten up bullies for him

- wears chokers!!

- sometimes he borrows rings from Toge

- fall out boy emo

- actually, scratch that, he was big into the fabled 2013 tumblr “holy emo trinity” of fall out boy, panic at the disco, and my chem

- “I’m Not Okay (I Promise)” is his anthem

- not into creepypasta really, but he’ll watch/read whatever Toge shows him

- Maki’s homestuck buddy

- watches Dan and Phil!!!

- I also feel like he’d watch markiplier

- FNAF stan (also got Toge into it)

- as far as stores go, he prefers hot topic

- he’s like Yuuji, Spencer’s intimidates him (but he’ll go in with Toge or Maki if they want to)

- literally LIVES off of caffeine, fruit punch Rockstar is his fav drink

- he’s read the Vladimir Todd books, but tbh I think he’d be more of a werewolf guy

- idk man

- cried watching twilight and this is a fact no one lets him live down

- did not understand the monster tab proposal, but when it was explained, this boy combusted (but absolutely did give Toge a kiss)

- this became their thing :)

- also!!! he doodles!!!! he gives himself and his friends sharpie “tattoos”

- let’s Toge paint his nails 🥹

Kyoto Kids:

Momo Nishimiya:

- only mildly emo tbh

- goes without saying, but

- witchcraft emo

- got that 2014 tumblr witchy aesthetic

- sleeping with sirens stan

- supernatural stannnn

- this is canon tho right?

- Halsey stan!!!! taste!!!

- absolutely reads homestuck

- zodiac OBSESSED

- hot topic shopper

- jelly bracelets!!!!

- invader zim fan, has a lot of gir merch

- fake tattoos, 100%

- really really good at gothic makeup

- her fav thing to do is a big batwing liner paired with black or purple lipstick

- watches Dan and Phil, probably ships them tbh

- not into slenderverse ARG’s, but she’s subscribed to Night Mind and watches his explained series on other ARG’s

- don’t hug me I’m scared

- also?? I think she’d like FNAF

- it would scare her, she’d have to watch it with Mai and maybe also Miwa, but I think she’d enjoy it

- oh oh oh, totally gives herself fake (and real) piercings

- buzzfeed unsolved with the homies

Mai Zenin:

- CONTROVERSIAL… BUT!!!

- she at least USED to listen to Die Antwoord

- had a weird crush on Yolandi (I might be projecting)

- I’m dying on this hill, fuck you

- secretly very into creepypasta but hides it from everyone

- the concept of her and Maki having the same favorite band is too funny for me to pass up, but I do also genuinely think she’d love Fit For Rivals

- to throw an even rarer band into the mix, she listens to Icon For Hire

- bring me the horizon stan

- shops exclusively at Spencer’s

- not a skateboarder, but she rollerblades

- I can see her wearing snapbacks, I think it’d look good

- either has or wanted gauges

- watches buzzfeed unsolved with the other Kyoto kids

- proooobably used to watch Brian Starz interviews before.. ya know

- used to watch jeffree star makeup tutorials before, ya know

- fruit punch monster for the winnnnn

- she does stick and poke tattoos!!

Aoi Todo:

- no emo energy, sorry

- I think if anything the MOST he’d classify is that his gym playlist is full of metal music

- MAYBE got a tattoo from Mai

Noritoshi Kamo:

- “yOu WoUlDn’T uNdErStAnD 🙄”

- MY BOY IS A MY CHEM STANNNNNNN

- has to keep it all secret cause of clan stuff

- wears eyeliner, looks damn good in it

- CHAINSSSS

- neck chains, finger chains, belt chains, etc

- his ears are pierced shhhh

- he did them himself with a safety pin

- loves corpse, probably has a lil bond with Megumi about it

- Spencers > hot topic, but still shops at both, not big on journeys

- wants so many piercings, but alas…

- let Mai give him a tiny tattoo somewhere that’s easy to hide

- SUPER into vampires

- he had fun with his cursed technique when he got into vampires lmao

- not real into energy drinks, but he likes coffee

- sometimes he’s been known to nurse a plain monster to look cool

- this man…. writes slam poetry

- probably posts it online under a pseudonym

- he just has too many feelings and he is not allowed to express any of them :((

- wants to dye the tips of his hair red, but he’s not allowed :(

- part of the unsolved club

- creepypasta fan, his fav is ticci toby

- has ABSOLUTELY read My Immortal at some point

- gets upset if someone teases him about it

- he strikes as the type who has read every single goosebumps book in middle school (and honestly, same, good for him)

Kasumi Miwa:

- scene kid!! look at those bangs and tell me otherwise!

- “rawr XD” type beat babey

- Pon and Zi comics @ Gojo (who does not get it)

- but also @ Kokichi (who does get it)

- wants to be edgier, but alas, she is a sunshine

- Never Shout Never fan

- also really likes sleeping with sirens

- likes my chem but danger days is her fav album (she also read all the comics)

- Journeys > hot topic, spencers scares her

- super into creepypasta and slenderverse ARG’s!!!

- her and Yuuji probably talk about them together tbh

- FNAF fan!! probably got Momo into it, consequently also got Mai into it

- she LOVED homestuck

- totally read My Immortal, unironically enjoyed it

- tumblr kid through and through

- probably got super into Superwholock

- also probably watches let’s plays, specifically markiplier and achievement hunter (Gavin is her fav, she misses Ray ((don’t we all-))

- Danganronpa fan!!!

Kokichi Muta:

- I’ll be honest here I do not have a strong grasp on his character so bear with me here cause I know damn well he belongs on this list

- possibly the top of it

- rivals Megumi for top emo

- creepypasta fan ofc, needs something to read

- probably came up with his own, either posted it in the forums or he just wrote his own creepypasta oc fanfics

- Miwa introduced him to Danganronpa, he got super into it

- they play it together :))

- doesn’t shop :// but he’ll go along with his friends if they want to go

- wears a bracelet that Miwa made him 24/7 (its matching, they have little pon and zi charms 🥹)

- read homestuck, wasn’t super into it

- really likes being included in the buzzfeed unsolved nights!!

- similar to Toge, he listens to like… everything

- is it mean if I say his favorite song is I Am Machine-

Now onto the elder emos:

Suguru Geto:

- in his early years he 1000000% was similar to Megumi with the “iTs NoT a PhAsE” phase

- chilled out with age

- (still listens to the same music tho)

- probably worked at Spencer’s tbh

- he really likes my chem!!! Frank is his fav

- also listens to a lot of Franks other bands (Leathermouth was his fav)

- three days grace is his shit tho

- also big into Green Day!

- tbh I think he listened to a lot of dragonforce for awhile

- butterfly knife skills for dayyyysssss

- HAS teased the shit out of his hair at least once in THOSE days

- honestly he probably had a raccoon tail in his hair at some point or another

- the gauges are a given, mf still has them and wears them proudly

- paints his nails black!! sometimes with a red accent

Satoru Gojo:

- not super on this list, he ain’t super emo, might’ve had a teensy bit of a scene phase

- If you’re wondering where Megumi learned to growl at people tho it’s bc Gojo barks

- you read that right, this mf barks at people

- still does

- makes fun of everyone for their taste in music, even though he also listens to some of it

- makes fun of Suguru WHILE BEGGING TO LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC WITH HIM

- steals all Suguru’s band tees, past and present

Kento Nanami:

- has grown out of his emo phase

- every now and then he falls back into the music tho

- DEFINITELY was a my chem stan, super invested

- knew he wanted kids after watching them become parents

- edge lord extreme in his youth, love that for him 🖤

- has the intro dialogue to I’m Not Okay memorized

- he got caught by Suguru while sneaking out of school one night to go to some punk rock concert

- Suguru gave him a ride cause he was also on his way to the same concert

- had the leather spikey bracelets and matching choker like Megumi, gets WHIPLASH when he sees Megumi rocking the same shit years later

- fills him with pride tbh

- he listens to what The Kids are listening to these days, out of curiosity

- doesn’t hate it

- tbh he’s just happy watching the young emos do their thing

- has probably caught SOME of them sneaking out to go to a concert

- obviously drove them himself and told them to call him if they needed a ride back

- protector of the future emos 🖤

Shoko Ieri:

- we’re here for a good time not a long time vibes

- listens to a lot of the maine

- loves halestorm, has a crush on Lyzzy Hale

- has smacked Gojo for making fun of her music taste before and will do it again

- regularly jams out with Suguru

- used to work at Spencers with him, probably stole some stuff and got fired

- piercings!!!

- had her tongue pierced

- probably briefly had her septum pierced too but it got infected from all her smoking and she was too stubborn to quit so she just took it out instead

- I bet… I BET she has her nipples pierced, hot bitch shit ya know?

- honestly probably got them done at the same time as Utahime on a dare

- she doesn’t show it much but seeing the current students getting into the scene makes her happy

- makes her remember all the shit they used to get up to when they were students

- quite literally survives off of peach redbull

- she mixed it with her coffee one day and the boys kept joking that she was a bad example as a doctor

- SILLY BANDS!!!!!!!!!!! The boys steal them from her all the time

Choso Kamo:

- MY LOVE!!!!

- HUGE my chem stan, three cheers is his fav album

- thank you for the venom is his favorite song

- asking alexandria is another of his favs

- likes bring me the horizon too

- Yuuji showed him modern emo bands, he showed Yuuji old emo bands in return

- caught Yuuji in one of his old band tees once, literally gave him some and made him listen to at least one song from every band

- smokes cigs cause he’s old enough to do so

- not too big on energy drinks but can be found drinking coffee nonstop

- HAS SO MANY CHAINS BRO

- has a choker that looks a lot like a dog collar

- call me crazy but I think he could rock a bridge piercing if he wanted to

- pretty rings that will hurt like hell if he punches you while wearing them, do not mess with his brothers 🖤

- smudged eyeliner and black lipstick has ALWAYS been his fav look, probably blends a bit of purple in the middle

- also purple eyeshadow

- black nail polish!!

- overall just sweet elder emo who will protect Yuuji and his friends from anyone who tries to get in their way

#jjk #megumi fushiguro #yuuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #maki zenin #inumaki toge #yuuta okkotsu #momo nishimiya #mai zenin #todo aoi #kokichi muta #noritoshi kamo #miwa kasumi #gojo satoru #geto suguru #choso kamo #shoko ieiri #nanami kento

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laufire · 7 months

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top 5 batman characters - villains or heroes

there are a lot of gotham/bat-adjacent characters I like, heroes and (few) villains; that I think I would ADORE if I dug deeper because they're very much My Type, but that I feel like I know them a bit less than I'd like (FOR NOW. I have plans) and so my ~affections are not as cemented as with the central ones tbh xD. see the helenas, harley & ivy, kate, renee, barbara, duke...

with that out of the way, my top 5 (at the moment; things can shuffle once we get past #1):

Jason Todd. OBVIOUSLY.

Dick Grayson. batman vol. 3 #138 is fresh off my mind and so he gets the silver medal today ✌️

Selina Kyle. I will ALWAYS be a catwoman gal, come hell or bad writing xD

Cassandra Cain. I need to pick her old batgirl run back up (+ more stuff).

I feel more affection for other characters (see: Damian or Steph, especially. or terry!) but. today I must put Bruce Wayne here, sns. yes he's the worst. yes he's fascinating. yes I want to beat him up within an inch of his life. yes i want to open up his skull and take a look inside. MAN is he an enjoyable character when he's written with self-awareness.

#replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #top 5s #dc #dc thoughts #dc comics #ty!

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heroicintention · 5 months

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@galacticforces sent MULTIMUSE MEME

Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

Harley Keener && Tony Stark!! I’m always wanting to write my boy with his literal idol mentor! I also lowkey headcanon Harley as Tony’s bastard child… not necessary but we love some angst in this house. Tony AI telling Harley AFTER endgame? Ouchie.

Steve Rogers && Tony Stark!! Obvious connection. Whether they’re friends or enemies, I love their dynamic.

Steve Rogers && Phil Coulson!! Um? Yes? We were robbed of more of this???

Gwen Poole && Phil Coulson!! Two super fans. Honestly what a good time. Though honestly, Gwen might just overwhelm this man… she has too many question.

Jason Todd && Tony Stark!! Son of Wayne meets competitor of his dad mentor? Could be drama. Could be beating the shit out of each other. Could be fun.

Gwen Poole && Tony Stark!! They don’t have MUCH interaction in the comics but honestly I think Tony would find Gwen’s antics funny! Her trying to steal his shit… maaaybe less so. But hey, she’s an Avenger! Technically! For a while!

Keigo Takami && Jack Harkness!! I needed to think of someone I could throw confidently at Jack tbh. I haven’t touched Doctor Who since Superwholock overtook this hellsite, but I think Jack would like Hawk’s wings and Hawk’s would be flustered with his lack of proper socialization.

#;;ooc (pygmypuff sings)#I felt it was only polite to offer some possible points of why they should meet tbh

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bluebeetle · 2 years

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Also for my Robin Jason stuff I want to bring back Nocturna for sure, but I have been toying with the idea of her being Jason’s aunt; justification if anything for her wanting to be his foster mom (bc she already knew him and had cared for him in the past since we know his dad has a history of prison stays)

And from there I was thinking... Willis Todd worked for two-face, yeah? What if he and Nocturna are twins? Two-face loves hiring twins after all... and like, Nocturnas backstory is that she was a poor orphan who got adopted by someone Rich (parallel!) but said guy died and they ended up without anything again... so they turned to stealing and stuff, with encouragement from their adopted brother (or something idk. maybe even write him out tbh)

Eventually Natalia decides to go straight, but it doesn’t last, as she wants a life of luxury, and then goes off on her own as Nocturna, while Willis ends up dead after pissing off Harvey.

And then Natalia is like oh shit and tries to adopt Jason after she learns belatedly (because she was off in her own little world of wealth) that Catherine and Willis are dead... only to find out Bruce Wayne beat her to fostering Jason. Cue trying to steal from him.

#txt #dc #jason todd #nocturna

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twiixr4kidz · 3 years

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How about Scott Pilgrim characters (Mainly the league and Scott) playing minecraft with their S/O?

THIS OMG. HERE YOU GO ANON <33 i'm thinking of doing a part two with some more characters, so yall might wanna look out for that!!

Scott Pilgrim:

he considers himself somewhat of a "gaming professional"

that's how he puts it, at least

prefers survival because he likes the concept of it

"babeeeeeeeeeee can i set up the game??" he says, pouting like a 5 year old

he HATES hardcore

he makes a lot of fancy looking houses and will not show you how to make them

"cool right? no im not showing you how to make them. they're my secret, shhhhhhhhhhh"

Matthew Patel:

only plays creative

scared of mobs spawning and killing him

"WOAHHHH IS THAT AN ENDERMAN?? WAIT WHY IS HE COMING AT ME OH GOD AHHHHHHHHH"

insists minecraft must be some kind of horror game

"if this were real life, i'd survive so much better than this. i promise babe. i totally would. haha, totally..."

gives the world's really questionable names

"balls" "orphanage" "i hate pizza hut" "AJJJDIJSOIDJ99999"

believes in herobrine

accidentally causes raids in every single village you come across

Lucas Lee:

"tch, lame."

you're gonna have to beg him to play with you /hj

when you finally do get him to play, he's like a good luck charm

all of a sudden, you're coming across incredibly rare things

you'll point them out, and he just goes "oh shit, really?"

"so... how do you beat it?"

give him 2 hours and he'll figure it out eventually

Todd Ingram:

"a game? where i have to kill animals to survive? i'll pass"

you eventually get him to play with you, promising that you'll give him apples to help him survive

definitely gets hooked on it though

he really likes going into creative mode and exploring stuff with you

wants you to explain every biome, mob, literally everything you come across

absolutely fascinated

you've enticed him

Roxie Richter:

you BET she plays minecraft

she's probably the one to ask you to play with her, tbh

shows off all of her achievements

she's beaten the ender dragon and won't stop flexing it

she has a bunch of creative worlds with some of the most incredible things you've seen

fancy houses, villages, statues, things that looked like they took HOURS to make

and she'll show you how she did EVERYTHING if you really want her too

Kyle Katayanagi:

"oh, i know that game. never played it before though."

he definitely wants to check it out once you explain it to him

excitedly grabs a controller and asks you how to play

he figures it out within 10 minutes

you expected that you'd have to give him a walkthrough

"uh... what's that stuff i got?" you check his inventory and somehow he already has netherite

you stare at him in awe

he will dominate you at the game, whether you want him to or not

kicks ass at survival

and will spawn kill you

laughs at you if you die, and then immediately dies after because his guard dropped

Ken Katayanagi:

just like kyle, he's heard of it, but hasn't checked it out before

he thinks the concept is pretty cool, but he wants to watch you play it before he checks it out

watches you play intently

"oh... so that's what you have to do? can i try?"

king of avoiding getting killed by endermen

he LOVES mining

it's calming to him

his entire inventory is filled with pickaxes tbh

Gideon Graves:

"...isn't that a kids game?"

don't let his dismissive attitude get to you

show him the kinds of stuff you're doing or making and he's fascinated

"oh, i get it now. it's like a little simulation kinda thing..."

"you want me? to play with you? ugh... i suppose i could. but only for a little while."

he proceeds to play with you for over 6 hours, insisting that he was wrong and that his work wasn't important anyways

#scott pilgrim #spvtw #scott pilgrim vs the world #matthew patel #lucas lee #todd ingram #roxie richter #kyle katayanagi #ken katayanagi #kyle and ken katayanagi #gideon graves #minecraft #writing!!

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dilfwaynes · 3 years

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hi!! can i request a hc of the batfam reaction of their eastasian!reader gf experiencing racism? thank you <33

just a reminder if you took place in any involvement of asian hate block me rn bitch :)

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this anon, i tried to make it accurate without stepping over any boundaries since im not asian myself. if anyone finds any sort of this offensive pls dm me !!

warning ; racism, batfam beating hoes, mention of blood

parings : bruce wayne x asian!reader, jason tood x asian!reader, dick grayson x asian!reader, stephanie brown x asian!reader, tim drake x asian!reader, damian wayne x asian!reader

BRUCE WAYNE:

it’ll honestly take a minute for bruce to realize what happened

when first entering the store he took notice of the man glaring but brushed it off thinking it was directed towards him as bruce wayne

you however didnt really pay attention to the dirty looks being thrown at you

with bruce excusing himself to the restroom and makes a promise of a quick return, you wander around the area by yourself

it was all fine until a man approaches you, giving a fast glance at him before turning away. there was definitely something up with him

“you don’t belong here”

your head shot up at his words, looking around you to make sure he was talking to you

“excuse me?” you lift an eyebrow at him, knowing what he was hinting at

“you fucking heard me, you don’t belong here. go back to your country.”

you inch away as he steps closer,”you better back the fuck away..”

he simply gives a smug face only coming closer,”or what?” you tighten your jaw when he loosely lets out a slur, your fists clenched.

“or i dislocate your arm.”bruce’s voice rings out, deep in anger as his eyes flicker to you and scanning to see if you were ok physically.

the ugly bitch’s face pales when he realizes who’s your boyfriend. without hesitation bruce yanks him away from you, slamming him to the wall

demanding for a first and last name, squeezing his neck when the guy stays quiet

shaking he gives in and tells, flinching when bruce slams him against the wall one last time before dropping him

“i guaranteed whatever poor status you do contain i’ll tear it completely, say goodbye to your job.” he grabs for your hand and brings you into him as you both walk away.

“i’m sorry i shouldn’t have left you alone, my fault,”he presses a kiss to your temple.”and please don’t think any worth of that garbage’s words.”

you shake your head,”he was just some lowlife, not worth thinking about.” you reply leaning into him.

he looked at you and could tell no matter what those words still hurt somewhat and it angered him to no end

no one deserved to hear that disgusting shit, especially not his girlfriend.

his eyes hardens but doesn’t push further to make you anymore uncomfortable than you probably already are

giving another kiss to the side of your head he makes a quiet promise to himself not to leave you alone anymore in public with disgusting people like that around

jason todd:

as soon as the slur leaves the guy’s lips jason’s fist collides to his jaw, no doubt shattering it

you and jason were grabbing lunch at some restaurant slash bar since it was the first time in a few days jason was free

everything was okay until you got up to go to the bathroom and some guy bumped into you

jason watched with hardening eyes as you apologize instead of the guy who slammed into you

“watch where the fuck you’re going at.”

you fall shock at the word, staying in place

while jason is on his feet in no time, swinging to the asshole’s face

screams were heard as well as the sound of bones breaking from his fist impact, the guy stumbling to the floor

“you racist fucking prick that’s my girlfriend you ugly fuck,”lifting him by his shirt he grabs his face and turns him to you.”apologize to her before i break your fucking face.”

he quickly rambles apologizes, crying in fear or pain. most likely a mix of both

jaaon lets him go and gives him another punch, this time to the nose. finding satisfaction at the pool of blood now seeping out

jason grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside,”let’s go eat somewhere else and forget about this shithole.”

you barely had time to give a reaction to anything as everything happened so fast

“hey look at me, don’t listen to that worthless fuck and his fucked up mindset. i dont know what to say to comfort you since i never experienced anything like this.” he stops at the car, placing his hands onto your shoulders

you nod sighing lightly, you only wanted a simple lunch with your boyfriend but instead got hate crime for simply breathing.

“it’s nothing i haven’t gone through before,”he shakes his head blue eyes filling up with rage.

“no one’s gonna be doing that anymore, or at least getting away with it while i’m around

DICK GRAYSON:

he was completely taken by surmise at the slur being thrown at you, as well as the fault of you being the root of the covid 19

but before he had any time to react you were already on your feet glaring,”the fuck you just called me you piece shit.”

before he could reply you already kneed him and punched him between the eyes, dick laughing at the cries of pain

“you want me to take over or you wanna handle it babe?”

even how badly he wanted to beat the shit out of the pos the choice was yours

you denied and wanted to handle this on your own

but everytime the guy tried to get up dick would just shake his head and tell him to stay down, or simply push him back down

eventually if you start going too far richards would pull you away and tell you hes not worth it

he understands your anger but he doesn’t want you to past a line you won’t recover from bc of some worthless grime

“c’mon, he’s not worth anymore of our time. lets go eat pizza.”

DAMIAN WAYNE:

swing first talk later

he’ll just look at guy for a few seconds with a blank face

then he’s literally knocking them out

will probably kick him into the wall or ground

u dont know if you wanna pull him away because you already the tabloids, or if you wanna let him continue to beating the guy

damian probably wouldn’t realize how much he beat the guy to a pulp until you’re tugging him away

nudging his neck with to your nose to try and calm him down

he’ll end the fight with spitting on him tbh

your face reddens with anger when your eyes met the racist bitch, enjoying the view of his blood on the floor

“racist piece of shit,” he hisses before finally turning his back brow still frowning with anger

unlike the others (mentioned) he also knows and experienced racism and understands your point view way more

and know bow to comfort you better tbh

afterwards he’ll talk to you and comfort you, as well as opening up about his racist encounters, as well as his mothers.

if you’re still upset about what happened some hours later he 100% offers to beat up the guy again

you laugh it off cos hes serious about doing detective work, finding the guy and beating him to a pulp

you thank him but deny his offer and settle to confiding into him and just telling him how your feelings

STEPHANIE BROWN:

“are you fucking serious right now bitch?”

steph deadpans staring at the girl who called you the slur with ease, going on about how you were the cause of corona and to go back to your country

shocked at the words, hearing all of this before but it still doesn’t fail everytime you hear them

turning to you and seeing the hurt on your face from the word, she quickly turns to seeing red

without a second thought she grabs the collar of the woman’s shirt

“you’re gonna fucking apologize to my girlfriend right now or i’m gonna slam your face into the floor and break it

you stay still, pleased at watching the girl shake in fear under steph as she chokes out a mesh of a shit rushed apologizes

stephanie throws her down to the ground after her third apologize

“are you okay?” she knew you weren’t but asking the question would lead into the stage of comforting you

you nod but go on to tell her that this isn’t the first or last time this will happen, but it still never fails to shock you

she frowns at your experiences and doesn’t quite know what to do to help since she never went thru anything like that

she offers to take you to your favorite restaurant and end the day in wayne manor watching whatever you wanted

smiling when you accept, pulling you in her and pressing a kiss on-top of your head

“dont worry i’ll beat any jackass that pulls any racist shit.”

TIM DRAKE:

i think he’ll be the less violent one out of everyone

he would honestly be so disgusted and gross out at humanity and how the woman thinks shes superior just because she’s white

if it was a guy saying what was said, then he would probably hit them ngl

but he takes the higher road with the woman, belittling and ending her with his vocabulary

and you’re pretty sure that his words hurt her more than an actual punch would

you laugh when he compares her built to a buffalo

he then goes on to a more education lean, explaining how skin tone has nothing to do with a person, and she should adapt to modern times and stop being a racist cunt

after he ends it he goes on to find out who she is and email/call her workplace to inform what kind of employee they have

probably also goes on to make sure she wont be hired anywhere else

comforts you alot and and will get you anything you want

prob gets you both milkshakes as you vent to him about today and other racist things said to you

hates how you have to go thru any of this for simply existing

the incident opens his eyes and he starts talking to bruce about opening a charity for ‘stop asian hate’

would shy away from the press and say you both came up with the fund

u’ll dismiss that rq and tell everyone it was all tim’s idea

all the money goes people got assaulted and paying for any hospital bills or anything needed

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I honestly don’t get why people are tolerant or sympathetic towards Todd but absolutely hate North. I mean, North is A) A badass B) a victim of horrid trauma C) A character we spend more time with and Todd is just…….nasty. (I’m not sure if it’s because I’m biased, as I was physically attacked by a family member with substance abuse issues and also my brain can’t picture Todd without making him 3 times as gross) Todd also seems more like a plot device/obstacle than an actual character, so there’s that. I’m sorry I’m just shouting into the void at this point thank you.

Dear Anon, I’m sorry to hear you had a „Todd“ in your life.

You are not alone with your opinion. I have zero percent sympathy for Todd myself, what he did to Kara and Alice warrants no forgiveness and, even if they spared him, this jerk still has it in him to expose and watch Kara and Alice be executed at the bus terminal out of pure spite. Todd’s mini “redemption” was to feel sorry for himself and how his live went down, he never genuinely apologizes to his victims but sobs about how much he misses his real daughter which is another slap in the face for Alice. He was a horrible, horrible person from start to end.

The fact that North, a survivor of abuse, is universally more hated in this fandom than Todd, a child abuser, is unfathomable. I can’t even say Todd’s horrific actions are being excused by the fandom because he’s a hot, young, white man see Daniel and Connor. I have no idea why people defend Todd. My best guess is they pity him for his failed existence and the loss of his bio daughter. There’s also the small section of folks who generally don’t hold androids to the same standards as humans and don’t consider his treatment of Alice child abuse since she‘s not a human girl. Todd having significantly less screen time than North and not triggering any unwanted “forced romance” may be another factor why his character is better received.

Tbh, the only credible villains who aren’t solely a plot device are Amanda and Perkins. While I agree with Todd being the initial obstacle to kickstart Kara’s storyline, I feel like Quantic Dream designed him with a sufficient amount of character depth in mind. He’s addicted to drugs, his wife and child bailed on him, he’s jobless with no perspective. He copes by beating up his substitute “wife” and “daughter”. Like for other „plot device”-villains such as Leo and Gavin, a bigger picture is being provided to see why Todd does what he’s doing (like in Leo’s case being neglected by his father, Gavin’s afraid to lose his job and probably a racist too).

To the average player, Todd‘s tragic backstory makes him more pitiable and „real“ than cartoon villains like Zlatko and RK800-60 who are only evil for the sake of being evil. And to some players North feels evil as well just for the sake of it because they A) either never learn about her backstory or B) realize they are being actively punished by the game for doing what North pushes them to do.

Because doing what North wants will make the player hated by public opinion and potentially lock them into a failed demonstration/failed revolution bad ending. I think a lot of people are feeling like they’re being set up by North. And it doesn’t do her popularity any favors that she’s a woman who talks back to men in power. If she was a generic goody-two-shoes love interest with no opinions who dutifully exists for the eye candy, similar to how Simon is being portrayed, she’d be undoubtedly more socially accepted. Because that’s what the average gamer expects from their female supporting cast, it’s why Chloe is so mega popular despite being barely involved in the plot, let’s not kid ourselves.

#dbh #dbh meta #anon ask #dbh todd #dbh north #dbh fandom #fandom criticism #north defense squad #north is not evil #the only villain with redeeming qualities is leo manfred #and maybe gavin with MUCH MUCH effort #todd can crash and burn fuck this guy #detroit: become human

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Together Always

A/N: hey guys, this is a part of @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh 's 1k writing challenge, congratulations again, queen K! I hope you enjoy. I’m so sorry for the delay hvfuuvcurv, i hope you enjoy! This is my longest yet, if this flops, i will be angy :)

Masterlist

Pairing- Harry Holland x reader

Warning- some angst maybe? mentions of hospital, nothing too gory, maybe swearing here and there

Word Count- 3.5k+ (woohoo!)

Prompt- “Marriage? Pass”

Prompt will be in bold

Summary- you finally realize why people choose to go ahead and take a long term committment with each other.

(At age 10)

You were sitting on a park bench alone, crying by yourself. No one was around, for you were sitting in a quiet and empty part of the park. Your head was bent to your knees, which you had brought closer to your chest. You were so engrossed in your own sorrow that you did not notice two identical faces catching your sight and walking towards you, wondering what was wrong.

"Hey, what happened? Are you alright?" You heard a voice in front of you and looked up, seeing two twin boys standing in front of you. One of them had curly hair, while the other had straighter hair.

"Well no, I'm not in a really good mood right now." You replied meekly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The curly haired boy asked. You let out a sniffle and wiped your wet eyes. They sat down beside you, the curly haired boy sitting on your left and patting your hand for comfort, and the straight haired boy sitting by your right.

"Well, uh it's just that my mommy an-and my daddy they do-don't want to live with each o-other anymore and are getting a d-divorce."

"Oh, uh that's really sad to hear. Do you know exactly why this happened though? Like do they fight or anything?"

"Harry, don't ask her all that! She will tell us if she wants to."

"It's ok, uh they kind of fight a lot everyday and I overhear them saying they cannot live like this and all, I guess." You said, smiling sadly. "Now I have to decide who I want to live with. It's gonna be a bit hard for me." You sniffled again, making the boy named Harry (you guessed when the other boy called him) rub your arm in comfort.

"Well if you ever have any difficulties, we don't live very far from here. You can always come and maybe live with us, if our mum agrees with it."

"No no, I don't wanna burden you like that, but uh sounds nice!"

"Oh and I'm Harry, he's my twin Sam." He said, pointing to the straight haired boy.

"I'm (y/n)." You said, shaking their hands. Little did your 10 year old self know at the time that their friendship would make a tremendous difference in your life.

----

(6 years have passed)

It has been 6 years. You decided to finally move in with your dad, partly because he was kind of a better parent to you and partly because his house was near the Hollands, which made it easier for you to see the twins more often.

Ever since that day, you had become great friends with Harry and Sam. Of course, through them, you also met Tom and Paddy and their parents, and they were the sweetest people you ever met. They helped you go through your parents divorce, as it is always very difficult for a small child to go through such things alone. They were like a second family to you. Tom kind of became like a protective older, while Paddy was like a little brother.

Harry and Sam were your best friends, of course. They never failed to always keep you happy and amused, especially when they did a lot of silly things on purpose.

Harry never failed to pull you out of your blues. No matter what it was, he always managed to get a smile out of you every single day. He made you feel warm and fuzzy every time it was just the two of you together. You often accompanied him whenever he would do some casual photoshoots, as you were a great help to him, giving valuable tips, helping him choose a perfect scene, etc.

Of course, as you grew older, puberty was obviously very much favourable to all of you. Harry was no longer the cute little boy with a baby voice, you were no longer the small girl with a doll face. Harry grew more tall, his muscular features become more and more prominent. His voice had become deeper, which you found pleasant to hear all day long. Not to mention, he was more attractive as well, so naturally he often attracted the attention of girls in school which often made you jealous.

Sam of course grew up to be a very charming and handsome lad as well, quite like his twin. His cooking skills had improved a lot too. But, the bond between the two of you was more platonic. You felt a deeper connection with Harry, something more than friendship. You were still wary of a long term committed relationship, given that you had gone through your parents divorce, but that did not stop you from daydreaming about what it would be like if you and Harry were together.

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(Age 17)

It was your senior prom and your date had turned out to be a bitch, deciding to never show up at your house to pick you up. He had messaged you about having caught the flu, and right when you were about to just give up and stay in at home instead, Sam insisted that you come to prom anyway. What you did not know was Harry had not managed to get a date, so he just decided to show up solo. He had been hoping to ask you, but seeing that you got a date already, he decided to just go by himself.

So when he saw you alone and dateless, looking absolutely impeccable and breathtaking in your body hugging purple dress that ended above your knees and hair opened save for a small braid in the side, he decided to take this chance and go for it.

You had seen him too, looking so handsome in his tuxedo. How you were mentally wishing that you both would be together instead. The way his curls flopped despite his best efforts to keep them tidy only made him seem hotter in your eyes.

"What happened? Todd ain't here?" He asked, referring to your date.

"Na, he's had a bout of flu, at least that's what he says."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I dunno, I guess I just kinda had this coming you know, maybe I'm not meant to have a nice date to a dance and have fun. Ah, just my luck."

"Come on, any guy would be lucky to be with you."

"Yeah right." At that moment, his eyes fell on a couple who had entered the ballroom, and when he realised who it was, his blood boiled and his fingers were clenched as he tried to control the urge to just go and punch him.

You could feel him tense up beside you, and looking at his face, you could sense something wasn't right. His face held an agitated expression.

"What's the matter, Harry?" You asked, concerned.

"I hate to tell you this, but uh looks like Todd is in perfect health." He mumbled.

"Wait whatever do you mean?"

"See for yourself." He pointed you in the direction where he was looking, and to your immense surprise, there was Todd all suited up, getting quite cozy with some random chick who was in a dress slightly shorter than the prescribed dress code. You could feel your blood boiling. The audacity of the motherfucker to lie like this and then just show up like that, you couldn't control the rage building in you.

Before Harry could stop you, you stormed your way towards the couple, who were now making out in a corner and ripped them apart. The chick had barely uttered a word when you gave him one tight slap.

"Fucking bastard, so this is your flu? How did I even agree to you, you son of a bitch?!" You shouted out so loud that now the whole hall of students was staring at this scene. Harry finally came behind you and held your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down.

"Hey hey hey, just leave that fucker alone, okay" he whispered in your ear and dragged you away from them towards the drinks table. He handed you a cold drink and you gulped half the drink in one sip, which helped you to calm down.

"Are you okay?" He asked softly, holding your hand for comforting you.

"Yeah, I'm fine just, I should've expected this would happen, I guess. I don't think boyfriend and all is meant for me." You said, feeling a small lump in your throat as you felt tears in your eyes.

"Hey hey hey, now don't say all that." He lifted your chin up and looked into your eyes. "Don't cry over that wanker. You wanna dance with me?" He held out his hand, waiting for your answer. You wiped your tears and smiled at him, taking his hand, which he took as yes.

He took you to the dance floor and held you by the waist, pulling you closer towards him. Some slow music was playing. You held his shoulders and rested your head on his chest, swaying slowly to the music. The space between the two of you was not that prominent now, and you could hear your heart beat very loud and felt that Harry could probably hear it too.

He was feeling sorry. Sorry that you were made upset by a total jerk, but at the same time glad because that was the reason he was here, holding you close, dancing with the prettiest girl he knew, the girl he had liked over the years. He could smell sweet shampoo from your hair, mixed with some perfume you had applied, lulling him into a trance of you.

The beat of the music changed as the DJ changed into another song with faster rhythm, making you pull away from each other as you matched to the rhythm. He accompanied too, although he wasn’t too great of a dancer, but he still looked cute trying to match your moves, making you giggle at him. You danced to a few more songs, before you felt a little hungry and thirsty, signalling Harry who was feeling the same. You went to the snack counter and got some snacks for both of you, while he got the drinks. You quickly chugged the drink and snacks at once, making him laugh, you following suit.

“Thanks for this Harry, I’m really enjoying prom.”

“You’re welcome, love.” you froze a little at that nickname. Love, huh. You’d love to get used to that nickname. You just smiled in response.

The rest of the prom just went in a blur. All that you really remembered and cared about was when you sneaked out of the party and took a walk in the park. You both were just walking side by side, hands brushing every now and then. Harry suddenly stopped and let out a deep breath.

“Hey, (y/n)?”

“Yeah Harry?”

He cupped your cheeks and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, catching you off guard. Slowly you melted into the kiss, moving your lips against his soft ones. He pulled away from you, eyes closed and pressed his forehead against yours, hands still cupping your cheeks.

"Would this be a good time to say that I like you? Like maybe we could be something more?" His eyes slowly opened, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes, both of you knew the answer.

"Yes Harry, I'd love that." You said smiling, making him grin from ear to ear. He leaned in again to kiss you harder, one hand still on your cheek while the other pulled you closer by the waist to practically press into his chest. Your hands went around his neck as you kissed him harder as well, with more passion, as if letting out all of the tension into it. Needless to say, this was your happiest memory of your lives.

----

(Age 23)

You never thought that you'd be in a relationship this long, but here you were, six years later. Harry was now a professional photographer and often had lots of photoshoots lined up for him. You had decided to take up journalism, as you were fond of writing a lot and often wrote plenty of articles in your school days.

You both now lived together in an apartment of your own, not very far from the Hollands'. You were both busy in your professional lives, but always found time for each other as well. You’d maybe go out on dates to a restaurant or to the movies, or have a night in having a movie night or just do something goofy or have some fun ;)

He has always made you feel complete. Neither of you really felt the pressure to go to the next step, which was marriage, or well so you thought. Harry would lie if he said that it didn’t occur to him. However, he knew that you weren’t ready just yet. He did not mind much, so as long as he could be with you all his life.

You were sitting and having tea with one of your colleagues Sally, who was also a good friend of yours. You were just sitting and discussing stuff about some work and boyfriends, bitching away about some stupid colleagues in your office.

“Oh also, I have something to say.” she said in a very excited voice.

“Oooh what is it?” you asked, curious as to what she was going to say. She simply squeeled a little and thrust her left hand in front of your eyes and you saw a beautiful silver princess cut diamond cut ring on her ring finger. You covered your mouth, a big smile on your face. You gave her a big hug. You were so happy for her.

“Oh my god, Ricky proposed? I cannot believe this! When did this happen?”

“It happened this morning! He did it when I woke up! Isn’t he so amazing?”

“Of course Sal, I’m so happy for you!”

You could not, however, feel a panging in your heart. It felt a little like a longing pain, as if you would love for something like this to happen. You had no intentions to settle for a long term commitment like a marriage, but maybe, just maybe, there was a teeny tiny part in you that perhaps wanted that with Harry.

“So what about you and Harry? Are you guys planning to marry any time soon?” she asked cheekily. You gave a clamped smile.

“Marriage? Pass.” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, even though your voice quivered a bit.

“Are you sure though hun? I mean, you and Harry have been going strong for years now. Don’t you even think about it sometimes?”

You gulped. She was kind of right.

“I don’t know, maybe? Ok, yes maybe I’ve thought of this a few times.” you paused to take a sip of your coffee and continued, “well actually speaking, I have some issues to be in a long term commitment. So far, I am kinda surprised that I’ve been in a relationship this long, although Harry is really amazing. It’s just that, I don’t want that if we marry then something happens, creating a wedge between us, and then we have to split up. Like, in the case of my parents as well, who couldn’t wait to leave each other. I guess, I’m just scared of that happening, that’s all.”

“Oh I see. Hey, its normal to feel scared of what may happen in the future. I would be lying too if I said that I’m scared too. But sometimes, we just have to go for it, you know? Life is a roller coaster, yes, but if you find the right person to spend it with, then you’ll be ready to face them.” she held your hand to give you assurance. You let out a breath and nodded in agreement.

“Thank you so much, Sal. Also congratulations again! I’m so happy for you!” you hugged her again and headed towards your bike to go back to your apartment, Sally’s words never leaving your mind.

----

(many weeks later)

You were sitting in your office cubicle, editing an article on your computer. Suddenly you saw Sam’s name flashing on your phone as it buzzed since you had put it on silent. Sensing that something was up, since he never called you while you were at work unless it was an emergency, you picked up the phone, a “hello?” leaving your mouth. If you were not mistaken, you could hear him crying.

“Sam? What happened? Is everything okay?” you asked, getting worried.

“Oh (y/n), come to the hospital quickly. Harry’s been admit-ted.” he stuttered, followed by more cries. Your hand flew to your mouth, you went into a shock. Harry? In the hospital? Was he ok? With so many questions buzzing in your mind, you managed to mutter a quick yes and got up from your desk, gathering your bag and telling your boss briefly that you needed to go to the hospital urgently, to which he agreed. You quickly climbed on your bike and drove to the hospital, which was thankfully not very far off.

You went to the receptionist, where Sam was standing, waiting for you. Seeing you walk towards him, he just gave you a hug, tears dropping from his eyes. You hugged back, trying your best to soothe your best friend by patting on his back.

“It’s ok Sam. Where is he?” your voice was suddenly high as you choked back your tears. He just led you to a hospital room, where Tom was sitting beside the hospital bed, face tear stained. He gave you a small and faint smile when he saw you. Your eyes finally fell on Harry, who was lying on the bed, his eyes closed. The heart monitor was bleeping, he had an oxygen mask on his face. Many wires were attached to his left hand, for medicine and blood supplies. He had some bandages on his left arm and his left leg as well.

“Wh-what exactly h-happened?” you stuttered, tears spilling from your eyes.

“He got into a crash, and got injured. The doctor said that he hasn’t suffered too many injuries, but he is yet to gain consciousness.” Tom said, voice still shaking. “We’re all just waiting for him to wake up.”

You took a seat beside the bed and held his right hand, which did not have any needles. You muttered a silent prayer for him to get well soon. You stroked his hair as he kept on sleeping peacefully.

----

Harry finally regained consciousness two days later. You all were so happy and relieved. The doctor also gave good news that he was better and would be good to go in two more days, as he had to do some minor check ups. You were relieved that he was going to be alright. You had been so afraid to lose him, as you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He had been your support all your life.

Oh. Oh. A realization hit you. He was your whole life. You did not want to spend your life without him. This episode of almost losing him had made you realize it. You quickly made your way towards Harry’s room, where he was just lying awake. Sam was telling him something, and he had an amused look on his face.

“Hey, babe. How are you feeling?”

“Better. How’re you?”

“I’m great. Hey, could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah sure, (y/n/n) what is it?”

You took a deep breath. “So uhh, I’ve actually been thinking ever since we almost lost you. I don’t know, but it got me thinking. You know how I’ve always been wary of the idea of marriage, as I have always feared that what happened to my parents, would happen to us, which is not what I want. But umm, I’ve realized that I never wanna lose you, ever. I cannot imagine a life without you with me. Also, what Sally said to me the other day, made me realize that you are indeed the right person for me.”

“Oh my- wow (y/n) so, are you saying that um, that umm you’d consider taking the next step?” he asked, hoping you’d say yes.

“Yes Harry.” you tucked a hair strand behind your hair, took his hand in yours and continued, “so Harry, I know this is probably not the place to say this, we’re in a friggin hospital” he chuckled as you smiled and continued, “but maybe, when time comes, and I’m hoping it comes soon enough, do you wanna consider maybe going further? Like, be together forever?”

“You have no idea how much I’ve waited for this.”

“Is that a yes?”

He just pulled you towards him in response and caressed your cheek, attaching his lips to yours. You kissed him back gladly, smiling into the kiss. He pulled away and stroked his finger on your hand, whispering a “yes”, a goofy grin on his face.

The End

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headcans-oneshots-and-stuff · 4 years

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Do Angels giggle?

Warning: Mentioned death of multiple people, a teeny tiny bit of angst, swearing, but otherwise you should be fine Word count: 4k (sis snapped again)(I should really stop doing this tbh) Summary: A rumor of an angel kidnapping criminals and leads them to a path of justice and Jason is on the suspects track. He hasn’t expected to be caught and he surely hasn’t expected what met him there...

This was requested by @middevil465: 'Babe did you fall from heaven bc you seem to be a chaotic ever shifting sphere of eyes & wings making a sound not of this earth and I’m kind of hoping God sent you because this is terrifying' with jason x reader

Jason really didn't plan on this to happen. He didn't plan on getting caught while spying on the current suspect in a case of criminals disappearing only to re-appear with no memory of what happened and babbling of being lead to a better life by an angel. And he certainly didn't plan to end up in a warehouse that was decorated with a clearly religious altar and other things that heavily reminded him of the church. The only thing that wasn't church-y was the fact that he was tied to a - honestly not uncomfortable - chair in front of the altar. The worst fact was that he, too, couldn't remember how he ended up here. He had some flashes of memories, about how Bruce assigned him to the case, about how he found a man that all the criminals who found themselves 'victim' had met sometime before their disappearance and how he'd found and followed him before he blacked out.

And now he was here. He wasn't really afraid as much as he was concerned and curious about what was going to happen next. Bruce could easily track him as soon as he noticed he wasn't answering so there was also not much reason to try to escape before he knew what was going on here or if he was in any serious danger. Jason wasn't sure what to expect. Tortue, drugging, brainwashing? He knew the man must have some kind of secret weapon that made him able to re-write these criminals to his liking, but he wasn't quite sure why. Everyone in the cave had different theories. Bruce and Dick thought that he maybe got information about their 'businesses', deleted the memory and sold the info, Damian and (surprisingly enough) Tim thought that the criminals had been involved in something bigger, all of them involved somehow, and the person (or people) who hunted them down and changed their memories and life choices, were on a hunt for information. Steph and Cass had agreed that it was a cult or a conspiracy and Barbara had said that she wouldn't make any theories just yet, or rather not reveal hers. Jason had a more sinister thought though. He knew about the criminal world better than most others in his family, once having been a big part of it too, and he thought that whoever was able to do this, was slowly building an empire, first taking out smaller criminals, snitches and errand boys, maybe as to test their methods, before going for the big fish and re-writing them to take over their territory. It was honestly a good plan, but the fam wasn't really happy about it. Having an enemy that could delete and rewrite memories and demeanours could be a real threat. That was why Jason needed to find out how they did it. But he didn't see anything in the warehouse room that would implicate what they used for their plan, only all that church stuff, and Jason considered that it was probably something to harden the illusion that it was an angel who showed them the 'light'.

"I've seen thou have been awakened, man in the blooded hood," a male voice echoed through the large space and bounced off the walls. The man he had followed stepped in front of him in a robe that reminded him of a monk. "It's crimson, bitch," Jason snarkily responded and couldn't help the smirk on his face, but it didn't seem to even slightly faze him. "Many have found the devil in their words in this city, but we, the church of hope and new ways, have made it our mission to bring thou, wrongdoers, to a path of justice and good, to a path of the angel." So Cass and Stephanie were right after all? A cult, really? "So that's all very noble and all, at least in theory, but ya know, I'm kinda on your side. With hunting and jailing criminals and all that jazz." "Thou words are full of sin that thou not even recognize, but don't fret, we will free you of them, free you of the devil within and bring you on a path of belief and light, we will bring thou to face with the angel that hath shown us the way too." Now that was next-level crazy, Jason thought and rolled his eyes under his still worn helmet. "Well, knock yourself out," he sighed and leaned back in the chair. Seemingly listening to Jason, the man disappeared through a door and suddenly all the lights in the room went out, leaving Jason in complete darkness, unable to turn on the night vision in his helmet. He heard another door on the other side opening and light steps echoed through the room, but whoever came in didn't make any other sounds but that. Then he was blinded by the brightest light he had most likely ever seen and what his eyes saw when the light simmered down a bit and he got used to the brightness made him freeze to the core. The words that left his mouth next were the result of habit more than thought, but he said them nonetheless: "Babe did you fall from heaven because you seem to be a chaotic ever-shifting sphere of eyes and wings making a sound not of this earth and I'm kind of hoping God sent you because this is terrifying." He wasn't wrong though. In front of him was, in fact, actually an ever-shifting sphere of eyes and wings that was making sounds that were clearly not human, neither anything that he had ever heard off-world and even though Jason was by no means religious, he had heard enough about how the angels in the bible were described to identify this thing in front of him as an angel. Suddenly the ever so brave, fearless and cocky Jason Todd stared at that being in front of him and his hidden face was drawn by fear and terror. He could deal with torture and pain, he could deal with technology and drugs, but he couldn't deal with whatever would be happening next. What would be happening next? Well, whatever it was that he expected, it sure as hell wasn't what happened. The sphere that he feared more than he had feared anything in the last years started to giggle. GIGGLE! Do Angel's even giggle? How would I ever know if angels giggle? The glow died down and the shifting intensified, the eyes were closing and drawing together, the wings merging too until there was only one pair left and the sphere turned into a different form, something longer and more humanly shaped, until it did a final change and turned into a girl. And what a girl she was. Jason's breath was stolen by her and the atmosphere surrounding her. She looked stunning in every sense of the word, from the Y/S/C skin that was basically glowing with angelic shine, her hair that was somehow looking like a halo even though it was nothing like one and her face that seemed to be sculptured by whoever created this hellhole called life themselves. And don't let him get started on the pair off wings that she was still sporting on her back. It was quite honestly gigantic. So big that its lowest part was reaching the floor and the highest part was still a few inches higher than her head. He could imagine that they would fill out the entire room if she was to stretch them out and the thought alone made him somewhat fuzzy in his head. He wished he could describe their colour, but he was sure that it was none of the ones he had ever seen on any planet, ever, he wasn't even sure if his eyes should be humanly able to comprehend the colour and yet there he sat looking at them. He was so impressed by these celestial limbs that he didn't even notice the fact that the girl was, in fact, completely naked. But even if he'd notice it, he wouldn't have seen her body as something sexual. The way she was moving like it was completely natural would more likely make him feel ridiculous for ever thinking of a naked body as something as intimate. And then her voice. Her voice was even more divine than anything else, making his whole body tense up and relax simultaneously. "You are full of darkness, but your darkness is unlike anything else they have shown me," she stated matter-of-factly and she came close to him, rounding him a few times with curiosity in her eyes, "And not just your insides are different than the ones they showed me, your head seems to have a sort of protective shell, how magnificent." Is she talking about my helmet? Does she think it is a part of me? "Uhm, Miss Angel, that isn't a part of my body, it's removable," he said, surprised that he was even able to talk with his heart basically having stopped beating. Her eyes widened in child-like wonder and she kneeled down in front of him, her wings spreading out slightly beside her to accommodate the change in height. "Would it be okay if I were to take it off?" she asked in innocence that Jason has quite honestly never seen before. "Uhm, sure," Jason answered, completely having forgotten the whole reason that he was here in the first place. Her delicate hands slowly found their way to were his helmet laid over his ears and she looked into the general direction of were his eyes were, her Y/E/C orbs seemingly shifting colour every time she moved even an inch. "I'll try to be careful," she hummed and started trying to get it off, changing her tactic ever so often when she noticed that it wasn't working, but instead of telling her what to do, Jason just looked at the angel and couldn't find any words. Finally, after about two minutes, she managed to pull it off and carefully laid it down beside the chair, before finally leading her gaze to his now, except for the domino mask, uncovered face. She didn't say anything, just bringing her hands up to his face and tracing it, including every scar, no matter how little, and every edge. Even though he had been in awe before, now he could almost comprehend why the criminals changed their ways, hell, at that moment he'd burn the city down without hesitation if she'd asked for it. Finally, her fingers wandered over the edges of his mask and when he gave her a small nod of consent, she somehow managed to peel it off and free his eyes for her to see. He didn't mind that she now knew what he looked like, that she could now identify him, but to be honest, he didn't think much about it, too caught up in that moment and that moment only. Their eyes met in a moment of complete silence whit the only sound present in Jason's head was the pounding of his heart and the rushing of his blood. "You are really unlike the others aren't you?" her voice broke that moment, but he somehow knew that he wasn't expected to answer. For a few heartbeats, the two off them stayed in place, before the angel ruffled her feathers, the sound echoing through the warehouse, like dozens of birds flying away. She raised back to her full size, her wings folding back to where they had originally been. "Tell me, why do my saviours want me to bring you to the light? I can see that it is already in you, it may be clouded and darkened, but it is there," she asked him and her hand was cupping his cheek in an act that seemed unnoticed by herself as if she was doing it unconsciously. Jason wasn't quite sure how to respond to that question, but he noticed something else in what she said, something that formed confusion in him. "Your saviours? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" "How do you mean that?" the angel asked with honest naive confusion written over her face as she cocked her head to the side and folded her hand in front of her bare stomach. "Well, uh, I'm no expert by any means, but you're an angel right?" She nodded but kept quiet as if that question didn't give her a clue as to what he meant. "Uhm... Angels are creatures sent by God and...uhm...they are over humans, right? So how is that guy and whoever he works with your saviour? Is he Jesus or something?" What she answered was something he didn't even remotely expect. "Who?" "Jesus? Your Boss's son? God sent messiah to free all humans? Allegedly forgave us for our sins and got killed for that?" Jason rambled and tried to count down everything he still remembered. The angle put her hand in front of her mouth in shock at his words. "That sounds horrible, is he okay?" she asked in a tone that made it pretty clear to Jason that she did, first of all, not know who Jesus was, and second, had no idea what killing actually meant. "Uhm, sure, he's great, somewhere up there with his dad, I guess," Jason just shrugged, not really caring about that topic anymore and more focusing on all the facts about her being an angel that didn't add up. "Can you tell me about yourself?" he just boldly asked her, but it didn't seem to phase her at all, in fact, she brightened up at the possibility to tell him about her. "Uhm, I can't tell you much, but I was saved by the church of hope and new ways when they found me after what they called a miracle, they took care of me and explained to me that I was sent to them to be their tool to re-shape the world," she explained with a somewhat proud undertone, but Jason's feeling got cemented. The feeling that she had actually no idea what was going on around her and what she was used to do, and the feeling that she may not really be the sort of angel he, and seemingly she, believed she was. "Re-shape the world?" he investigated further, a small voice muttering theories in the back of his head. "Mhm," she nodded and her right wing folded itself slightly in front of her as if she was nervous or shy, "They bring men who are filled with darkness and they have me look into them, look if they have light and make me watch their mind, then they have told me to bring them into the sun, I show them the way that they tell me is right, make them believe in the church." Her words were slightly wary and Jason could recognize the doubt in them. She wasn't doing this voluntarily... "Do you want to do that?" he asked to clarify things for himself, and maybe also her. Her eyes wandered to the door the mock-monk had disappeared in and Jason could have sworn he saw something like fear in them. "I- Uhm- Yes," she nodded, but couldn't look at the man in front of her, she had almost turned her whole body away from him. "I don't believe you." "Why?" her voice wasn't as childish and curious and innocent anymore, it was small and fragile. "I'm not sure, but I think they are lying to you, I think you aren't an angel. I mean, you're sure as hell no human, but you're not an angel, at least not one in the...uhm..traditional sense." This seemed to gain her attention in a way that had her turning around again and made her take a step towards him. "Do you really think so? Because... I have tried to tell them, but they said no to all my questions, they told me that I am the tool for the church, that that is my only task and that I would be lost without them, but I can see it in them too. The darkness, they tell me to turn into light, is in them too, but they don't let me change it, they tell me I must see something that isn't there... And not only that... I have memories, memories of the Miracle. I see flashes of other people, people that make my heartache, and flashes of a building, one that looked like this room here on the inside. "And then there are other flashes, flashes I have at nights when I'm resting, there are loud noises and heat is licking at my skin, at my back, at my whole body, and there are so many screams." She seemingly didn't find the connection between those memories, but Jason sure as hell did. It was mainly a theory at that point, but he believed that she had been at church with her family when it burned down, maybe there was magic involved or she had the meta-gen inside her, but while her family burned she must have turned into the angel she was now, losing most of her memory in the process. The people that must have found her and figured out of the great powers she had, had decided to use her for their own sinister plans and she was none the wiser, Jason couldn't know if she had always been that naive and innocent, but she was now and, even though he had only known her for a matter of maybe half an hour, she had grown on him if he was being honest. "Can you see into other people's heads? Can you read other people's memories too?" he asked, a small plan forming in his mind. She looked at him in thought, but she seemingly was somewhat intrigued. "I believe so, I have only done it one or two times." "Read my mind, read my memories," he almost commanded, but she was taken off for other reasons. "Why would you want me to do that? My saviours tell me that it isn't my place to do so..." "I know this is confusing and what you will see will shock you, but I hope you will be able to trust me after that, trust me to help you, get you out of here." The prospect of being away from her 'saviours' seemed to make her interested, but there was something else that she had to know beforehand. "Will you stay with me? Will you take me with you? I can't be alone, I don't know where to go, what to do, I can't- don't think that I can survive all alone," she looked away and he could see the fear and pain, of not knowing what the future would hold in her whole demeanour, and he wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms, but the restraints that were still binding him to the chair were keeping him from doing so. "If you don't want to be, you won't be alone, I will take you with me, we will go through this together, okay?" "Okay," she smiled slightly and came to him, her hands hovering over the rope around his chest and, in a for Jason surprising turn of event, her palms started glowing and the rope basically disintegrated leaving him free to stand up, having to physically restrain himself from holding her. "This won't be happening to me too?" he asked gesturing to what was still left off the rope. And she giggled again. God, he had almost forgotten how heavenly that giggle was. "No, I don't think it will," she said in a tone as if she was honestly questioning her statement, but before he could say anything about it her hands found themselves on the sides of his temple and the last thing that echoed through the room before the angel fell unconscious in his arms was her scream.

When the angel woke up she felt utterly exhausted. She had seen everything that had ever happened in Jason's life, including his death and every time he had killed, and she had felt it like she was it who experienced it. It had literally drained her, but Jason was correct, as she woke up again, she trusted him with her life and more. She knew him now. Possibly better than anyone else in the world. And not only that, when her eyes opened he was the first thing she saw. She was laying in his lap, something that was astounding enough considering the giant wings that were spread out beside her and partly over Jason, and somewhere along her time of being in his memories he had taken off his brown leather jacket and had put it on her and zipped it up, keeping the, in normal standards, intimate parts of her body hidden from sight. What the angel couldn't see were the bodies of the people who had, in Jason's opinion, used you for the past few months that were stacked in the backroom and, if he was lucky, not dead. "Sorry you had to see this, but I wanted for you to be able to completely trust me," Jason whispered, his hands caressing through her hands. "It's okay, I understand," she hummed back and they both knew that she meant more than just the statement about him wanting her to trust him. "Can we leave now?" "Of course," he smiled and helped her up, having been made aware earlier when she passed out that her wings added more to her body weight than he had anticipated, but that was to expect, they were robust and spread out almost twice as big as Jason in width. The angel, who Jason really needed to find a name for, had the wing on the side opposite of where Jason stood beside her, drawn in, but the one that was on his side was spread out behind him like a shield, curling around him slightly, but he just smiled and slightly shook his head at that. He honestly really didn't know what it was about the girl, his angel, or the whole situation itself, but a really small part of him wanted to believe that maybe there was something like a bigger picture, maybe not necessarily a god, but something that had brought them together, something that had wanted to make him know that the two of them knowing each other was meant to be.

#Jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood #red hood x reader #dc x reader #batfamily #batfam x reader #batfam #fluff #angst #oneshot

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daemoninwhiteround2 · 3 years

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Sometimes I get really upset that you converted me to bottom Jason because I love bottom Tim (because my favorite character is always the one that gets railed) but now because I love both bottom Jason and Tim so much, I can never win with JayTim fics because I am indecisive with who gets to bottom and can’t decide 😭 and I can never get both of them as bottoms while being shipped together. You’ve ruined me Dae,,,,,,and I love you for it. Thanks for everything you’ve written!

Ahaha, I’ve had people get up me for converting them to lac kink, but I don’t think I’ve ever converted someone to bottom!Jay! Give me a second whilst I cross it off my bucket list...

tbh while I like me a top!Tim, the idea that their first time went as below is deeply hilarious:

It’s not Tim’s fault! It isn’t! Yeah, sure, leaning into stereotypes is bad, but they’re there for a reason, especially in the LGBT community, and Jason is big all over, and cultivates a presence that makes him seem twice as large, and wears a lot of leather...

Sure, there are other things they could do - he’s been fantasising about getting his mouth around Jason’s cock ever since he started fantasising, it feels like - but he’s really had his heart set on getting fucked. He’d cleaned himself out and everything! Even snuck off during patrol to ... help things along, just in case they were too impatient to wait for proper stretching and foreplay once they were back at his place. Tim’s planned his seduction of Jason meticulously.

Jason insisting on going to his place was the first bump in the road. It hadn’t been enough to throw Tim entirely off his rhythm - if fighting with Young Justice taught him anything it was how to adapt plans on the fly - but it had left him with a weird feeling in his stomach, like when you think there’s one more step in a staircase than there actually is, and you wind up slamming your foot down. An unexpected stumbling block.

Jason had been so nervous, offering Tim a drink, that Tim hadn’t been able to stop himself from throwing his arms around Jason’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. Things had got better from there; patrol had been successful and easy, had left Tim’s blood feeling like it was boiling just beneath his skin, and from the way Jason had roused so rapidly, he’d assumed the same of him.

Jason allowing Tim to push him onto his bed had raised a red flag, but Tim had overlooked it, already imagining riding Jason, Jason’s big hands digging into his hips, bruising him up until Jason’s control snapped and he rolled them over and fucked Tim through the mattress. He could already feel the way his thighs and ass would hurt tomorrow, the way the muscle would pull whenever he walked. Steph was on standby to take his patrol, having been bribed weeks ago when Tim had invited her along to breakfasts at Jason’s (he makes amazing waffles. Steph had taken a bite and nodded solemnly at Tim, even as Jason had turned away to start washing the dishes. He’d been wearing an apron. Steph had got it).

Positioning had taken a while. Jason kept moving weirdly. Tim had thought that he’d just wanted to grind, and yeah, Tim could see the appeal in that (oh, fuck, he’s gotta do that the next time they share patrol, crowding Jason up against a random rooftop and grinding against the Red Hood until they both come... fuck yeah, that’s an idea) but he’d come with a goal and it’s getting that deliciously thick cock inside of himself.

He’d finally settled on Jason’s stomach, reached behind him for Jason’s cock, ready to back up onto it when Jason’s big hands had landed on his hips (fuck yes) and stopped him (fuck no).

“Um. I think we’re. We should talk.”

Tim stared down at Jason, slack-jawed. “I’m literally about to ride you through the bed and you hit me with that?”

“Yeah, about that. I.” He swallowed and Tim zeroed in on the way his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I prefer to bottom?”

“What.”

“I don’t have to - yes. Yes, I don’t like topping. OK?”

Tim dropped Jason’s dick. This wasn’t a conversation he could have while holding that big, thick... Down, boy. “You’re a bottom?”

“Yes.”

Tim buried his head in his hands and muffled a scream. “But you’re so!”

“So what?”

“Butch!” Tim cried, flapping his hands at Jason’s everything. “I think I could be forgiven for expecting-”

Jason’s expression cooled. “You don’t have to-”

“No!” Tim slammed his hands onto Jason’s shoulders, forced him flat on the bed. “No, wait, shit, I’m sorry. I still want to have sex with you. I just. I really wanted to be fucked.”

Jason’s face twisted. “Oh. But. The way you’re with the Titans - I’d assumed.”

Tim gave a slightly hysterical laugh. “You know what they say about that!”

Jason snorted and Tim felt his muscles relax. “Yeah. Looks like we both got bit by it.” He rubbed his thumbs back and forth over Tim’s hip bones. All things considered, Tim’s erection should really be flagging by now, but behold the power of the naked Jason Todd. He buried his face between Jason’s pecs and sighed.

There was a long beat of silence.

“Um,” Jason broke it. “I think I have a way we could still?”

Tim twisted so that he could look Jason in the face. “Hrm?”

A blush slowly crept up Jason’s throat. “I have, a. Um. Double-sided...?”

Tim felt a wicked smile creep across his face. “Show me.”

#jaytim #dae writes #anonymous #fillertag #fillertag1 #dc #batman #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Anonymous

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retvenkos · 3 years

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okay but like. why do i feel like todd x linds supremacy. just. they would absolutely adorable, and i think they deserve the tropes of childhood friends to lovers. as a treat. a slow burn treat. a lindsay being i’ve always seen you as my brother but somethings changed, and todd being i’ve loved you my whole life type beat. imagine the poetry!!! the yearning on both ends (they’re both romantic disasters, in the best way possible PLEASE) that is all.

actually, i also think that we collectively would hate knox, right? right. i know for a fact that you and i would bully him and clara and cherry would beg him to leave chris alone. and i think we should all make fun of his hair. just because.

i can’t speak for clara or i . but i don’t think i have a preference but i do think pitts and i would be siblings. mayhaps it’s because he reminds me of my own younger brother? ummm but i think that it would be between meeks and charlie for me? tbh with meeks we could have the best friend’s brother trope but with charlie and i we could have a james and lily type dynamic and the thought of me reforming charlie to be a feminist makes me FERAL!!!!! also i feel like the same thing with clara,, although her and pitts could be cute too! because pittsie is an actual absolute sweetheart, period.

YOUR MIND, CASS—

okay, okay, so i'm going to make a separate post because there's so much lore buildup that i feel like we collectively need a masterpost, but just so you know,,,,,, shipping you with meeks is my love language, because he's so sweet.

your ideas about lindsay and todd are *chefs kiss* too, so you know i'm including those, and i talked to clara, and she chose our chaos gremlin charlie dalton for her ship, so i have a web of ideas that i'm putting down stat.

but yes, pLEASE bully knox with me, lol. i don't ~hate~ him, but i would bully this man, no cap.

#asks #cass — 🦢#i'm making a post right now. homework begone. i have a new calling in life

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confused-android · 4 years

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Day 13, Todd - Family

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Amanda: hey, what time are you showing up at mom and dad's on tuesday? (7:02PM)

Todd: For what? Why would I go to their house? (7:05PM)

Amanda: …for hannukah? they sent out the invite three weeks ago, asshole. check your fucking email (7:10PM)

Todd switches apps on his phone and opens his Gmail account. The only things in his inbox are bills and spam. He looks in his spam folder, and even checks his agency account, just in case they had, for some reason, found that email address and sent him an email there.

Nothing.

He searches both accounts for his mom's email address, and finds only the last email she'd sent him, before all of this shit went down. Before he'd told Amanda the truth, and she'd told their parents. Before he was on the FBI's Most Wanted list for almost three months. Before they opened the agency.

From: Debora Brotzman <[email protected]> Date: 4/8/16 2:14 PM To: Todd Brotzman <[email protected]> Subject: Visiting Mandy?

Hey sweetie, it's MOM. Mandy said she's feeling better this week – are you going to visit her? Call me when you get there, if you can! :-) Dad found a place to give him an interview, even with his knee, so send him some love and prayers! :-) I miss you, you're doing great.

Love, MOM <3 (Mandy says this is a heart, but in case you can't tell, imagine I put a heart there!)

He hadn't called her on that visit – all of his attention was taken up by Dirk, and it felt weirdly vulnerable to call his mother in front of some weird stranger. After that visit to Amanda, he'd been a little too busy to call her during the Patrick Spring case, and then he was afraid calling her would be trackable, and would bring the FBI down on his and Farah's heads. And since getting back to Seattle… Well, he's tried calling his parents a few times, and sent them an email over the high holidays, but they haven't responded.

He knows why, but it's just been easier to pretend that they were busy, to let Amanda send him occasional messages when she visited home, to imagine that they just… hadn't gotten around to responding to his lengthy apology email.

That strategy doesn't seem to be possible, here.

Todd: No email. (7:43PM)

Amanda: you sure? (7:44PM)

Todd: Yeah. (7:46PM)

Amanda doesn't respond and Todd slumps back into the couch, rubbing a hand over his face. This was… this was utterly predictable. He knew this was coming as far back as Amanda's first Pararibulitis attack, and this is what he knew would happen if they ever found out, and he can't pretend that they're just busy any more. He hasn't been invited home for the family Hanukkah celebration. He's not family any more.

This is the natural consequences of his actions, and he isn't even sure if he deserves to feel miserable.

Fuck.

Why does this suck so much? It's not like he was close with them, anyway. Not for a lack of effort on his parents' behalf, of course. That last email from his mom is typical. Just that it's hard to want to spend time with people you hurt, you're hurting, even if they don't know it. He kept hanging with Amanda because she needed him, and he needed to keep trying to make up for how shitty he was, but there was no way that he could ever save up enough to pay his parents back for years of – of stealing from and lying to them. So spending time with them, talking to them beyond occasional five minute phone call and a yearly awkward hanukkah gathering, never really happened.

Does this even matter? Should it matter?

Of course it matters. It's a punishment from his parents, for being awful to them. He's supposed to feel like shit.

Well, that's successful, then.

Dirk and Farah are out at some kind of trivia night thing, and Todd is honestly kind of relieved. He's not sure if he can handle them right now. Not in a bad way. Just that, Farah wants to be comforting but isn't ever really sure how, and Dirk is sure that he knows how to be comforting but rarely succeeds, and Todd always has to pretend that he feels very comforted by whichever of them has drawn the short straw to hang out with him when he's miserable, and he doesn't really feel like pretending right now.

His phone dings.

Amanda: i texted mom. (8:12PM)

Todd: …? (8:14PM)

Amanda: she said it wasn't an accident (8:20PM)

Todd: I figured *shrug emoji* (8:22PM)

Amanda: i feel kind of weird about this, tbh? (8:24PM)

Amanda: like, i'm still pissed at you, but you know that, and we're working on it (8:24PM)

Amanda: and i told mom that and she said that you emailed her for yk and apologized and that she didn't respond (8:24PM)

Amanda: and that sounds shitty of her? (8:25PM)

Amanda: but also you were shitty (8:26PM)

Amanda: like, really shitty (8:26PM)

Todd: I know that. I was shitty. And she doesn't have to respond to me. (8:27PM)

Amanda: it just feels weird bc she's our mom (8:31PM)

Todd: Yeah. (8:32PM)

Todd: I'm… having some feelings about it. (8:32PM)

Amanda: well i guess i'm proud of you for having feelings? idk (8:33PM)

Amanda: do you want me to not go? (8:37PM)

Todd: No! (8:37PM)

Todd: No, no. Go spend Hanukkah with mom and dad. I'm bummed, but I'll be fine. (8:37PM)

Todd: I'll try emailing them again next Yom Kippur, I guess. That always seemed to mean something to dad. (8:39PM)

Amanda: that could work (8:40PM)

Amanda: idk (8:40PM)

Todd: I don't know either, if it helps. This sucks, but I knew it was coming, I guess. (8:42PM)

Amanda: :/ (8:45PM)

Todd: :/ (8:46PM)

Todd drops his phone on the coffee table and stands up, shoves his hands through his hair, and sits right back down. Then he stands up again, because while he has no idea what to do with himself, he at least wants to not know what to do somewhere other than the couch. He looks in the fridge without taking anything out of it, contemplates and rejects the idea of a shower, and then grabs the pipe and lighter from his dresser and climbs out the kitchen window and on to the fire escape. He leans up against the side of the building and shivers as a gust of December air hits his neck and seeps in through the fabric of his hoodie.

"Fuck," he says, voice lost in the night, and cups the bowl in one hand and lights it with the other. He takes a long inhale. The smoke floods his lungs and he tops it off with clean, cold air, then holds the breath for a beat before exhaling. He lets the smoke drift away and sits with the scent lingering in his nose before taking a second hit, and then a third. He taps the ash out through the grate next to him, shoves the pipe and lighter back into his hoodie pocket, and thumps his head back against the brick.

It's hard to not feel like a complete piece of shit when your parents have disowned you. Like, the people who are supposed to love and care for you no matter what just don't want to see you for the holidays? That's pretty bad.

He knows that it's not like he doesn't deserve it – he did a horrible thing. Like, a really horrible thing. The kind of thing that gets you disowned by your parents. But it… it really sucks. This whole situation sucks. And it's a situation he made, which means that he sucks.

It's cold outside. Not quite freezing, but not that far above it, either, and his hoodie isn't quite cutting it. He doesn't go inside, though. If he goes inside, he'll check his phone and reread the conversation with Amanda, and have to start thinking about it all over again. So he just stays on the fire escape, buries his chin in the collar of his hoodie, and tries to think about anything other than his parents choosing to ignore him, and not see him for the holidays.

"Fuck," he says again. And that seems to sum it up.

Todd loses track of how long he spends on the fire escape, but it's long enough that he's not really cold any more, just trembling slightly, when the door to the apartment bangs closed.

"Shit," Dirk swears, his voice drifting through the window. "It's bloody freezing in here."

"The window's open," Farah adds, baffled, and then says, "Todd?"

"Todd!" Dirk echoes, his voice a little louder than hers.

"I'm out –" Todd coughs, then tries again. "I'm out here! Sorry!"

He can hear some bustling and movement from inside, and then a long leg sticks through the open window and taps around, looking for the floor, and is then quickly followed by a body. Dirk steps out of the way for Farah, who is altogether more graceful when exiting the building, and they both look down at him, separate expression of confusion on their faces.

"Why are you out here?" Dirk asks bluntly.

Farah shakes her head and puts on hand on Dirk's shoulder, asks, "how long have you been out here?"

Todd shrugs. "Maybe since nine? I'm not sure. What time is it?"

"It's almost ten," Farah says, and crouches down in front of him. "What the hell, Todd?"

"I'm sorry," he says, too tired to really get riled up, or even defensive. "I didn't know what time it was. I left my phone inside."

"Will you, um. Come inside now?" Farah tries, and looks up at Dirk for back-up. Dirk has a funny expression on his face, though, and steps around both of them. He sinks to the floor next to Todd and wiggles up close, until they're pressed together at the shoulder and hip. "Dirk!" Farah exclaims.

"Come on," Dirk says, and gestures to the floor on the other side of Todd. She opens her mouth like she's going to object again, but then something on Todd's face, or on Dirk's face, seems to speak to her, and she scoots back a bit and tips off her heels and down to sitting. Farah holds still for a long moment, steeling herself with a deep breath, then presses against Todd's other side. The brick at his back and the metal grate under his ass are still cold, but his two best friends are warm on either side of him. For a moment, at least, he feels like he has family.

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Link to: day one, Farah - Youth day two, Farah - Dance day three, Farah - Gore day four, Farah - GNC fashion day five, Farah - AU day six, Farah - Family (to be written) day seven, Farah - Pride (to be written) day eight, Todd - Youth (to be written) day nine, Todd - Dance (to be written) day ten, Todd - Gore day eleven, Todd - GNC Fashion day twelve, Todd - AU

prompt list

#dghda #dirk gently #DGHDAtober #todd brotzman #family #marijuana use #sad Todd #h/c? i guess?#sorry todd #but you definitely did this to yourself #fanfiction #my fic

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META: While Joker actually did kill Jason, it wouldn’t have happened without Sheila Heywood. Therefore, erasing her from the later versions of the comics makes Jason responsible for his own death, when this wasn’t present in the original version.

This is gonna have bits of headcanon but all headcanon supported by the text.

I know others have talked about the victim blaming in the later (90s, 52, new 52 etc) comics but I’m posting my own because a lot of my followers don’t actually know a ton about A Death in the Family. There were a lot of factors/backstory in play that led up to Jason’s death.

Let’s start at the middle, when the main story kicks into gear. Jason Todd has traveled cross the globe looking for different possible mothers. He ends up meeting a doctor in Ethiopia named Sheila Heywood.

He’s so grateful that she’s alive and it’s the softest scene in the whole arc tbh:

Then Jason finds out Sheila has been “taken hostage” by Joker. Which, she is and she isn’t. We know that it’s because she’s being blackmailed by Joker, but all Jason knows is that she’s in there with him.

Jason has just been told to stay away from Joker. He, as a Robin, ignores this. Here we get Exhibit A of Jason being a calculated sort of reckless: He doesn’t barge in. He meets her outside.

Is Jason reckless? I’d say he’s got a temper more than he’s reckless. He’s shown in earlier comics like Batman: The Cult that he thinks things through. Jason is smart, Jason knows how to plan and weight risks. He just-- assumes he can handle more than he can sometimes.

On with the show:

During the short conversation, he makes no moves to go inside.

(My own headcanon is that he was going to lead her away and wait for Batman. He knows Joker’s dangerous and he isn’t going to go in fighting now that the civilian/victim is safe.)

In fact, when she goes in, he tells her to wait.

Sheila lies to him and lures him into a trap.

Then Sheila pulls a gun on him. He’s got two guns, two/three bodyguards and large boxes caging him in on both sides.

Of course he’s gonna fight his way out. But, he doesn’t at first. Well, okay, he’s too under attack to fight back at first, his mom’s got a gun on him and is taunting him, he’s dealing with a lot.

Joker’s the one to throw the first punch. It’s not until it’s clear he can’t get out of it that he starts fighting.

Sheila is, of course, horrified at just how brutal Joker’s being, but she makes no move to stop it really. Partly because she can’t, but like, she delivered Robin to Joker, she grew up in Gotham so he knows what Joker’s capable of. She had to know a little of what she was getting herself into.

Also I love that blank faced stare while she just watches the first few blows. It’s eerie. Like, she was fine with a child being beaten until it got too bloody or something.

to be fair, she does try to kind save him at the end, for reasons I haven’t figured out. I guess she figured Joker had gone too far so she wanted to help.

Here’s her deathbed confession. She says Jason is a good kid, she now realizes that he’s “much better than I deserve”

Jason died saving the woman that led him into a trap and got him killed. The woman that mocked him at gunpoint for daring to trust that he had (in his eyes) at least one good parent.

But Bruce doesn’t get the full truth. So he buries them next to each other, and no mention of Sheila is made again.

Bruce is given a half truth, and this sets the tone for his memory of Jason. He doesn’t know that Sheila set it up, that Robin didn’t want her to go inside-- warned her against going inside.

For all he knows, Jason went straight inside and beat up Joker just like he had earlier in the arc. It’s understandable that Bruce thinks this and tells Tim and Dick about it in this context.

But it doesn’t make it any less infurating when Bruce is constantly “Tim don’t be as reckless as Jason or you’ll end up dead”

The reason Jason died is because his mother led him into a trap, a lamb to slaughter.

#jason headcanon.#sheila heywood #jason todd #ok to reblog

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