#also? it seems like the teenage characters got aged down?

[just-jordie-things]

spin the bottle! - okkotsu yuuta

word count: 5.2k warnings: a lot of smooching, mentions of drinking summary: spin the bottle is an immature game for immature people... but yuuta's crossing his fingers that it lands on you just once. more info: aged up characters! a/n: y'all i bullied into writing this after my truth or dare megumi fic... but i ain't complaining teehee enjoy <3 ___

Spin the bottle was a game for insecure teenagers to use as a lame excuse for getting some.  It was immature, outdated, not to mention a bit boring….

And yet, here she was, sidling up between Maki and Yuuji, cheering along with the rest of the group as they chanted for the game to commence.  

What was a silly game among friends? It wasn’t like it had to mean anything.  They were just a little drunk after celebrating a weeknight where they could all hang out together, and it wasn’t a true party without party games, right? 

So despite the swell of embarrassment in her stomach, (y/n) put on a brave face in the form of a drunken smile, and leaned into Maki’s shoulder with a few cheesy pickup lines muttered in her ear.

“First of all, the bottle has to land on me first,” Maki shrugged her friend off semi-gently before turning to her with a small smirk.  “And I know it’s not me you wanna be kissing, anyways” 

(y/n) stuck her tongue out defiantly, before bursting into a fit of giggles as she leaned away from her sassy friend.  Apparently alcohol only made Maki more quick-witted than usual.

She leaned back on the palms of her hands, her laughter finally ceasing as Nobara explained the simple rules of the game.  She hadn’t meant to tune her out, but it’s not like spin the bottle had a difficult set of rules to follow, and anyways, her attention was pulled away by something else.

Or, someone else.

Yuuta also didn’t seem to pay any mind to Nobara’s strict explanations on the rules.  Whatever he was talking about with Toge seemed much more important.  So much so his hands were moving as he rushed through muttered words, panicked eyes shifting from the bottle on the floor to his mostly-mute friend.  (y/n) couldn’t help but find it a little cute.  

Was he nervous about the game? Or was this about something unrelated? 

He’d seemed fine the rest of the night.  She’d only got to hang out with him a little bit, Toge and Maki had a knack for pulling him away for something.  Toge needed a partner in beer pong.  Maki wanted to arm wrestle.  Yuuta either followed or was dragged along, giving her a quiet apology with a nervous laugh.  (y/n) knew it wasn’t personal, everyone was just excited to get to hang out together, but she couldn’t help but feel a little deflated every time they were interrupted.

“Okay everyone got it? Great!” Nobara clapped her hands as she plopped down in her spot on the other side of Yuuji, already reaching forward to grab hold of the bottle.  “Ladies first, of course” She grins as she gives it a solid spin.

Maki and (y/n) share a look, but don’t voice their complaint out loud.  If she wanted the first turn of the most embarrassing game ever created, they’d let her have it.

And to Nobara’s dismay, the empty bottle stopped spinning and landed on the boy at her side, and her eager expression fell as she turned to her pink haired friend.  Yuuji bore a giant grin, not out of excitement for kissing one of his closest friends, but simply because he knew that he was the last person she wanted it to land on.  If only it had stopped a few inches to his left… maybe she would’ve had her chance with the girl she’d really wanted it to land on.

“Oh, come on!” Nobara whines dramatically.

“You’re the one that wanted to play!” Yuuji argued.

“Yeah, rules are rules!” (y/n) chimed in from next to him.

With a roll of her eyes, Nobara leans forward and gives him the fastest peck of a kiss ever done.  The group is howling with laughter and excitement, and even though this wasn’t (y/n’s) first choice of entertainment, she finds herself giggling and cheering along, and urging Yuuji to take his turn next.

His spin is rougher than Nobara’s, the bottle is flying around and he’s chastised for dragging his turn out.  But the anticipation is worth it when it lands on Megumi, and Yuuji takes it upon himself to crawl on all fours to get to his best friend.  Megumi’s face is so red it looks hot to the touch, and he tries to swat at Yuuji when he practically crawls onto him, but everyone can see that when he finally plants his lips on his, it’s more of a kiss than Nobara’s turn had been.  Probably because it was reciprocated, just a little bit, until Megumi remembers they’re crowded by all of their peers, and he’s pushing Itadori by the shoulders with a laugh that borders between nervous and flirtatious.

“Okay okay! (y/n) take your damn turn already!” Megumi directs, and she puts her hands up in mock surrender at the order.

“Aye aye, captain” She hums, leaning forward to reach for the bottle.

Before she gives it a flick of her wrist, her eyes catch Yuuta’s.  He’s sitting directly across from her, making him the most perfect victim of her spin.  A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she spins the bottle, her eyes lingering on his a few moments longer before falling to watch her fate write itself.

Her spin is quicker than Yuuji’s, slowing down after just a few rotations, and lagging along the rug as it slowly passes the other players…

… and coming to a stop right to her left, where Maki was sitting.

The dark haired woman scoffs, giving (y/n) a raised brow and knowing smirk.  (y/n) masks her disappointment with amusement, throwing her head back in a short bark of a laugh before giving her kissing partner a wink.

“I told you, hot stuff,” She teases, leaning back into her place to cozy up closer to Maki, who rolls her eyes at the display.  “How do you feel about tongue?”

“Oh just can it and kiss me, (y/l/n)” Maki snaps.  

(y/n) giggles, before leaning in and giving her a swift peck on the lips.  It’s not nearly as fleeting as Nobara and Yuuji’s turn, but it at least lacked the element of disgust.

Maki took her turn almost wordlessly, eyes focused on the bottle as it spun and landed on Megumi once more.  The pair burst into laughter, and Maki jokingly settled on kissing the crown of his head.  Everyone agreed that was for the best, as no one wanted to see the cousins share a real kiss.

Next to Maki was Toge, who eagerly let out a string of rice ball ingredients as he spun the bottle and took his turn.

When it slowed and landed on (y/n) her eyes lit up in surprise, as though she’d forgotten she was even a player after her turn had been over.  The cursed speech user shyly looked over at her, and he must not have moved quick enough to finish his turn, because she slid forward in front of Maki, a grin splitting her lips as she neared him.  He’d already left his collar open in preparation for the game, but she grabbed the zipper anyways, tugging him forward, earning an echo of oohs from the more dramatic players in the circle.

Yuuji and Nobara, of course.

Toge’s eyes were unreasonably wide as (y/n) leaned in the rest of the way and planted her lips on his.

It wasn’t necessarily a steamy kiss, but it was longer than the kiss she’d given Maki, and it was noticeable.

Yuuta’s hand curled into the rough carpeting of the rug beneath him.  He hoped his face was neutral, even though his body language certainly wasn’t.  He knew it was just a game, and the pair pulled away in a matter of seconds.  But he couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment settling in his chest.  He’d agreed to play this dumb game on one silly little hope that he’d get to kiss the girl he’d been crushing on for over a year now, and it was strangely unsettling to see his best friend beat him to the chase.

Not that it was Toge’s fault.  Yuuta knew it wasn’t fair to feel any ounce of jealousy.  It was just a game.  It’s not like it meant anything to either of them.  And when it was over and Toge sent Yuuta an apologetic look as he nodded his head for him to take his turn, Yuuta tried to just forget it completely.

Besides, it’s his turn now, and with (y/n) sitting perfectly across from him on her knees with her hands tucked in her lap, he figured he had a pretty good chance of rigging it anyways.  How hard could it be to spin a bottle, anyways? 

After his turn was over and his kiss was wasted on Yuuji, Yuuta’s hopes began to plummet.  The group got a good laugh out of the obnoxiously loud smooch Yuuji had given him, but even though the vibe of the circle was one of laughter and joy, Yuuta felt like curling in on himself and pouting the rest of the night.

He barely paid any attention while Megumi took his turn, the last of the group to get to spin.  But at this point Yuuta had mentally checked out of the whole ordeal.  The carpet he was picking at seemed more appealing than a dumb kissing game anyways.

Why had he even agreed to this? As soon as the thought crossed his mind he felt like an idiot.  Hoping to kiss one girl in a group of seven seemed like a preposterous idea now.  He should have worked up the courage ages ago, yet here he was, hoping to use this immature party game as an excuse.  How was he supposed to talk himself up to doing it on his own now? After this failure of a night, Yuuta thinks maybe he was better off in the friendzone anyways.

It’s not until Maki is shoving at (y/n) and loudly declaring, “Again!?” That Yuuta snaps back into the present, and his head is whirling between the bottle Megumi had just spun, the neck pointing all-too perfectly at (y/n), and a shy amusement on both of their faces.

There’s a bubbly giggle that comes from her as she turns to Yuuji with a playful smirk.

“Try not to get jealous” She teases as she moves across the open space to meet Megumi in the middle of the circle.

With Yuuta being seated right next to the younger sorcerer, he has a front row seat to the way (y/n) gives him a sweet smile before her eyes flicker down to his mouth.  Yuuta really doesn’t want to watch her have her third kiss of the night, but he can’t tear his eyes away from the scene.  

It’s just a game.  It’s not like it means anything.

But on the surface it looks like it could mean something.  He wonders, as her eyes raise to meet Megumi’s again before she shuts them and leans in to plant her lips on his, if this is how she always kissed.  Was it always so premeditated? Did her eyes always sweep over the close up features of her lover before finally indulging? 

Yuuta fights the urge to shake his head when he finally tears his gaze away from the display.  He’s back to studying the scratchy grains of carpet when Megumi and (y/n) part, the former red in the face once more, the latter taking her spot between Maki and Yuuji again.

“That spot is cursed!” Nobara shouts what Yuuta had just been beginning to wonder about himself.

(y/n) chuckles, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oh really?” (y/n) muses, giving her a wiggle of her eyebrows as she narrowed her gaze on her thoughtfully.  “Or are you just saying that cause you’re getting jealous?” 

“Oh shut up and just move spots already” Nobara hissed back.  (y/n) grinned wide at her before clicking her tongue and eyeing the rest of the group.

“Fine,” She hums as she taps her chin.  “Who wants the good spot then?” 

“Salmon!” 

Before anyone could fight for her good-kissing-luck space, Toge is darting forward and practically yanking her from the spot to claim it for himself.  She laughs as she’s sent forward, almost directly into Yuuta, who’s hands shoot out to catch her if she really is thrown into the ground.  To her luck she catches herself on the ground, not without a wobble as she catches her balance.

In the back of his mind, where his hope still lingers, Yuuta thinks that this change in position could be good for him.  Now there had to be a chance for them to share a turn, right? Theoretically, if sitting across from each other wasn’t the right spacing, then sitting side by side had to be better.  All he had to do was essentially make the bottle come back to him, right? 

“What’re you thinkin’ about?” 

The whisper in his ear makes him startle, his eyes wide as he swivels his head to see (y/n) cozied up in the space next to him.  Her knees drawn to her chest, elbow propped atop them to keep her chin in her hand as she gazed at him.  She looked amused by the way he’d jumped at the sound of her voice, but thankfully she didn’t tease him for it.

“You look like you’re in your head,” She clarifies.  “You don’t like the game?”

He opens his mouth to tell her exactly how much he doesn’t like this game, but then the bottle spinning in front of them rolls to a stop, and (y/n’s) pulled away from what little and one-sided conversation she’d been having with Yuuta- for the umpteenth time tonight- and the group is in shambles from where it landed.

(y/n) can barely react as she looks down at the bottle perfectly pointed at her, yet again.

Half the group is whooping with their entertainment, amazed that for the fourth time (y/n) has been the lucky kisser.  The other half is groaning out of boredom of this repetitive game.  With only seven people playing it’s not like the odds were that random.  The game was bound to have some repeats soon.

And then there was Yuuta, who, if he was a cartoon character, would have a little storm cloud scribbled over his head.

(y/n) giggles as Nobara crawls forward, muttering under her breath about how unfair it was that (y/n) already had twice as many kisses as she did.  Once she’s close enough, (y/n) tilts forward, both of her hands cupping Nobara’s cheeks affectionately.

“Just close your eyes and pretend I’m her” She whispers quietly.  Nobara’s cheeks are pink, but before she can say anything, (y/n) shuts her eyes and completes the turn with a quick but sweet peck on her lips.

Yuuta watches as once again her eyes wander over Nobara’s face before she gives her the kiss she’s owed.  His stomach churns and he bites down on his cheek to keep from frowning.  He can’t make his annoyance obvious, not while everyone else is grinning and laughing.  So he gnaws on his cheek and keeps his sights set on his pinching fingers tugging and pulling at the carpet.

(y/n) bumps her shoulder into his when she settles back into her spot beside him again.  He glances over to see her giving him a sheepish little smile.  He could almost be convinced that she’s thinking the same thing he is- that it’s strange she’s gotten to kiss almost everyone in this room except for him.  

Key word being almost.  There was still one other person in the circle who hadn’t been gifted one of her precious kisses.

“I don’t really care for the game either” She resumes their previous topic in a quiet voice.  Yuuta can’t help but chuckle.

“Oh really? It appears you’re winning” He replies in a low voice.  Despite the twist of jealousy in his chest, there’s no malice in his words.  Only amusement.  (y/n) shrugs her shoulders, as if she could care less about the predicament she’d found herself in, which everyone else seemed to find hilarious.

“You don’t really win at spin the bottle, do you?” She muses, laying her arms atop her knees and resting her chin against them.  Her eyes never leave his, too allured by the deep blues that surround his dilated pupils.  An expression that Yuuta can’t really decipher flickers across her face.  “Unless of course you’re aiming to kiss somebody” She finishes the thought in an even softer volume.

Yuuta has to fight the urge to tug at the collar of his crewneck, suddenly feeling hot.  It must have been the drinking, and all the bodies piled into one room.  Surely it couldn’t have been the effect of one perfectly on the nose comment made by her, or the way she was looking at him now like she was waiting for him to confirm her thoughts.

He swallows the lump in his throat, Adam's apple bobbing as the dry swallow goes down roughly.  A small cough comes of this, and (y/n’s) laughing to herself and finally sparing him of her heavy eye contact.

Yuuji takes his turn with great excitement, spinning the bottle in front of him with more gentleness than his last turn.  This time it spins a normal amount before it starts to slow down.  When it drags along the carpet past Toge, and slows down even more as it passes Maki, the group begins to laugh before it even stops in front of (y/n), again.

Yuuta’s wide eyes hold a lethal amount of venom as they follow the path of the open end of the bottle.  Slowly but surely, it comes to a stop in front of (y/n).  Maki’s laughter is the loudest, sharp and almost cruel as she points at the girl, making sure she’s perfectly in the spotlight.

Yuuji almost looks apologetic as he meets her gaze, but a game is a game, and (y/n) drops her legs to fold them criss cross so that he can lean over the open circle to kiss her.

Yuuta can’t fight off his frown this time as he watches (y/n) kiss the last person that hadn’t gotten a turn with her yet.  His features fall into a state of utter heartbreak when her lashes flutter as her eyes sweep over Yuuji’s smiley face before she shuts her eyes and lets him plant a quick kiss on her lips.  

Surprisingly, Yuuji kisses her extremely fast.  Faster than he’d kissed both Megumi and Yuuta.  Even (y/n) seems surprised, her lips still slightly pursed when he’s already pulling away and going back to his spot in the circle.  Heer confusion is quickly washed away, replaced with what Yuuta hopes is relief.

“I think we’ve played this for long enough,” Yuuji rubs the back of his neck as he chuckles.  “No offense (y/n)”

She smiles brightly, shaking her head back at him.

“None taken, I’ve had my fair share.  No complaints here” 

The circle slowly disbands, Maki and Toge head for the kitchen to make more drinks, and shortly after Maki leaves the room Nobara is following behind.

Yuuji says something to Megumi that Yuuta barely catches which dives them both into conversation, sliding closer to one another on the floor in order to continue talking comfortably.

And that leaves (y/n) and Yuuta, both still seated on the rug that was starting to feel scratchy and uncomfortable after having sat there for so long.

“I’m getting warm,” (y/n) fills the silence first, standing and stretching her legs before nodding her head towards the door.  “I’m gonna step out for a bit, want to get some fresh air with me?” 

Yuuta thinks about it for a minute, even though his immediate answer is a resounding yes.  He pauses before standing and following her out of the room.

“Did you want to let Maki know you’re leaving?” He asks a little too late, once they’re already winding through the corridors on the way towards the doors.

“Nah,” (y/n) shakes her head.  “She’s about to be quite distracted by Nobara anyways,” She tells him quietly, her eyes meeting his with a devious glint in them.  “If anything, I’m doing them a favor.  They both owe me, anyways” 

He chuckles at that, having no clue what she meant by it at all.

“Are you making deals with all of our friends?” He asks, half curious, half teasing.

“Let’s just say they’re both jealous, jealous girls,” (y/n) smirks.

They reach the doors, and she turns around to walk backwards through it, using her elbows to push the heavy oak open for them to pass through.

“So a little game of spin the bottle was just what they needed.  Either they were going to finally get their chance, or I was gonna have to pucker up and spark a little romance myself” 

Yuuta laughs, and he can’t help but feel a little relieved to hear her admit at least some of those kisses were far from meaningful.  To her, anyways.

“I think you’re a little too good of a friend” He tells her, to which she laughs, eyes crinkling at their corners as she looks at him.  

They stay put at the front doors, the cool night breeze easing the leftover heat and nerves that they’d been trying to escape from.

“I’m a woman of few talents,” She teases.  “But kissing is one of them, so I may as well put it to good use, yeah?” 

Yuuta snorts, and before he can stop himself, he bluntly replies with, “Like I would know” 

He regrets the sarcastic remark as soon as it comes out of his mouth, and (y/n) watches him do so.  His eyes go wide and his mouth snaps shut, and she can practically see the apology forming in his mind.

She giggles, her smile stretching wide across her face as she gazes up at him.

“You’re right, touchy subject,” She muses.  “That’s not very fair, hm?” 

Yuuta laughs.  His cheeks flush with a rosy pink tint as he turns his head away, not taking her comment remotely serious.  His shoulders shake a bit as he continues to chuckle.  He thinks she must be messing with him, teasing him just like the others would have.  He’s so clouded by embarrassment- and obliviousness- that he misses the way she tilts her head at him.  She waits patiently for his nerves to settle, a curious smile on her face as she studies him.

Yuuta had always been interesting to her, in every sense of the word.  His status as a Special Grade Sorcerer was alluring enough, but she found his demeanor to be rather sheepish, and around her often anxious.  Sure, there were moments that he’d warm up and get comfortable around her, but (y/n) had grown used to his stuttering and nervous mannerisms.  In fact, it was something she’d come to find so cute about him.

They’d known each other for quite some time now, over a year.  And while they both would easily call the other a friend, Yuuta’s behavior hardly changed around her.  It was off at first, because she’d seen the way he’d gotten comfortable around their peers, no longer fearing Maki, or struggling to communicate with Toge.  Yet, whenever she approached him, he looked taken aback even by a simple hello.

Tonight had been a turning point for her, though.  Tonight she’d come up with a little theory as to why he was such a nervous wreck around her.  It only took a pair of crossed fingers behind her back to work up the courage to call him out on it.

Sure, compared to him she was the confident one, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried about embarrassing herself in front of him right now.

“Yuuta,” 

His attention is brought right back to her, his laughing ceased instantly upon hearing the soft and sweet way his name sounded when spoken by her so quietly.  Her lips tilt into a knowing smile, admiring how mesmerized he looked when his expression relaxes and his eyes are set on hers so steadily she could have mistaken him for being in a trance.

She’d wanted to say something, something flirty and light hearted about how she’d been hoping on their turns the bottle would’ve landed on each other just once, but despite the overpowering thought being what led the two of them out here, suddenly her mind is blank, thoughts replaced by the stronger, more overwhelming urge to just kiss him.

So she follows the instinct, and she shuffles forward.

Yuuta’s eyes grow wider with every inch of space she closes when she steps towards him.  His breath hitches and his throat bobs as her hands rest against his chest. Her touch is light, barely there, but he swears her palms burn right through to his skin, igniting his entire body.

Her eyes shift slowly from his, mentally tracing down the slope of his nose, lashes fluttering with the slow movement of her gaze.  He’s holding his breath, recognizing the way she glances over every feature, every dip curve and pigment in his face.  Being on the receiving end of this telltale sign of hers has the hair on the back of his neck standing up, and his heart is racing in his chest.

“Your heart is beating really fast,” 

If she’s teasing him, she certainly doesn’t sound like it.  Her smile brightens, eyes twinkling as they travel away from his sealed lips to his panicked eyes.  She presses her right hand a little harder against his chest, feeling his heart beat against it rapidly.  A tiny giggle escapes her, her cheeks warming up the longer she stares at him.

“I’d really like to kiss you,” She whispers, and his face goes from pink to red in a matter of seconds.  “If that’s alright?” 

Yuuta nods.

“Mhm, yeah- yeah that’s f-fine by me” He stammers back, and her little smile widens to a grin at his adorable response.

“Okay,” She hums, pushing onto the tips of her toes.  One of her hands, the one that isn’t counting the beats of his heart, slides over his collarbone, and around the side of his neck.  She can feel his pulse there, too.  “Close your eyes, Yuu” She giggles again at how intently he’s staring at her, mapping her every action.  He complies with the deman, his eyelashes fluttering as he shuts his eyes right away.

(y/n) only hesitates for a moment longer, unable to help herself from admiring how much more handsome he is up close.  Such a thing shouldn’t have been possible, but this was Okkotsu Yuuta we’re talking about.  Her fingers push into the hair hanging over the nape of his neck, gently pulling him towards her as her own eyes fall shut.

Yuuta’s frozen for a moment when their lips finally do meet, his nerves crawling up his spine and seizing his heart for just a second.  Her lips were so soft he was dying to know if everyone else tonight felt the same spark of warmth that he felt right now.

At that thought, he came back down to earth and realized he needed to seize this moment while he had the chance.  The others had gotten meaningless kisses, and he couldn’t accept that this would be the same.

His hands cradle her jaw as he pulls her in closer to deepen their kiss.  Yuuta hasn’t kissed a lot of people- he’s kissed one person actually, and he was eleven- but when her velvety lips mold into his and she reciprocates his eagerness, he thinks she might be the greatest kisser of all time, gifted with the world’s most perfect pair of pretty and sweet lips.

(y/n) curls her fingers more securely in his hair when she thinks he’s going to pull away.  He acknowledges the silent instruction, taking in a sharp inhale through his nose to accommodate his aching chest.  She might have been part of the blame for that ache, but he wouldn’t dare hold her accountable for it.  Oxygen be damned.

He tilts his head to have better access to the plush of her bottom lip, and his heart is racing again when he feels her smile against him.

No one else got this out of that stupid game, he thinks to himself as he feels a soft pant hit his hot mouth.  His thumb traces along her jaw, pausing at the junction where it meets her throat.  She tilts her head further towards him in a small movement, pushing impossibly closer.  Although her own heart rate is starting to skyrocket, dangerously close to meeting the pace of his, their kisses remain gentle.  Soft and slow, meaning in each one.

Yuuta’s head is spinning, and eventually the quick breaths of air through his nose isn’t enough, and he has to pull away, just enough to catch his breath in fast but deep pants.  He keeps his gentle hold on her face, and they’re still so close that their noses are touching, and the small space between them is their shared air.  His eyes are focused on her as soon as he parts from their kiss, with heavy lids and blown pupils, he’s memorizing every pretty feature.  From parted lips curling into a shy smile, to the deepening color in her cheeks, he takes it all in as though he’d lose his sense of sight tomorrow.

(y/n’s) slower to open her eyes, still lost in the moment, ten feet off the ground and not ready to float back down yet.  When Yuuta chuckles, she feels the deep vibration from his chest resonate against her palms.  He feels warmer, the kind of warmth she’d only felt from a comforting fireplace after a long brutal winter day.  The kind of warmth that comes in sun kissed cheeks and soft, hot sand under bare feet that hardly remembered just how good the sensation could be.  Her heart flutters in her chest before she finally opens her eyes to meet his.  She’d felt his stare before she’d actually seen it.  It was what brought the color to her cheeks.

The pad of Yuuta’s index finger grazes over her pulse point, and a tiny smile forms on his face.

“Your heart’s beating really fast” He says, and when she lets out a breathless laugh, his smile turns into a full on beam, proud of himself for repeating her words back to her. “Yeah, well,” She huffs out, still taking shallow breaths and not quite filling her lungs properly with air.  But it was hard when he was looking at her like that.  She pauses before confirming his own thoughts.  “I was waiting for that kiss all night” ___

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[celaenaeiln]

something i’d love to see more of is angsty rebellious teenage dick grayson. i don’t know why i enjoy the trope but the image of dick “golden boy” grayson getting plastered with roy as he slowly sinks into depression before somewhat getting his shit together is an interesting picture

also he just seems like the guy to get impulsive piercings. dunno why

oooh yeah that fantasy's a guilty a pleasure of mine.

I am 1000000000% an enforcer of Dick was not an angry robin. And he wasn't because the comics show just how happy his demeanor was and how fun he is. But angsty teen Dick? 16/17 year old Dick?

I LOVE IT.

Again throwing a little bit of canon in

"When we started this you were open and encouraging. You were my father...but these last few years...all you've been doing is trying to control me even more."

This is so loaded.

The anger Dick feels when Bruce is trying control him, trying to lock him in a cage in the batcave because of worry, has so much ao3 potential.

Like angsty teen dick is so complicated to think about because Bruce acts a bit like an alcoholic father and Dick's compartmentalization issues come from his parents' death. So what would this result in?

I have no fcking clue.

Because Dick would totally get wasted with Roy, hazy blue eyes staring emptily into space, watching with a flushed cheeks as his short black hair fans out on the back of a beaten blue couch at Roy's place, just breaking down quietly as Roy rants and screams about life's injustices in the background, slinging an arm around Dick and jostling him.

Or maybe he and Roy would also go bar hopping, both of them sloppy drunk, laughing and crying at the same time while they max out their daddies' credit cards and then crash somewhere in someone's pool. Maybe they end up inadvertently on Katy Perry's Friday Night music video.

Or maybe Dick would be a hurricane of disaster, lashing out with knives of sharpened words stabbing the deepest, sorest spots of pain in people, his anger alighting a fire in all. He would be magnificent, ferocious, and catastrophic.

He could be any of these three and all three at once.

He would feel the need to act out if Bruce was becoming more controlling.

BUT AT THE SAME TIME, Dick raised Bruce and that perpetually sense of responsibility he's instilled into himself from a young age as well as his self-sufficiency is never erased so one night he would be blacked out from the excessive alcohol but next morning 6'o clock his body's walking up and he's going through his morning routine like a machine and out the door to work. He just keeps going like this day and day until he collapses and the titans intervene or Bruce drags him back to the manor, screaming in love and fear and Dick screams back and the cycle begins.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #135

Like canonically Dick ran away from home at 16, got a job, got caught up in a major anarchist group, and did a whole freaking investigation while Bruce sulked in the cave because Dick ran away.

There's so much angsty dick potential that could go in so many ways because he's such a complex character that all of them apply.

LOL!!! I totally think he would get impulsive piercings too. Maybe when he's drunk and pissed and then the next day he would wake up be like wtf. He'd sit in turmoil and a little regret for a while and then be like whatever because these piercing are freaking cool.

Bonus: no one (except the og titans and Alfred bc Dick never keeps anything from Alfred and the titans are family) ever find out about the piercings and it's kept a tightly guarded secret until a decade later when he does something in the batcave and one of the batkids notice and they're like, "DICK YOU HAVE A PIERCING?!" The rest of them just about break their neck whipping their head around to look at him. Dick just shrugs nonchalantly because time has tempered him and goes, "oh yeah. I guess. I forgot." Bruce passes out and wakes up on the floor to Dick hovering worriedly over him while the rest of the family watches in amusement at his predicament and also half brokenly because their golden boy big brother has piercings. Plural.

Bruce gasped out a pained breath, "Piercings?"

Dick stared at him silently, gemstone eyes holding his gaze as the quiet of the cave melted the seconds into hours. His eyes slowly slid from Bruce's to where the rest of the family was standing, watching them with bated breath for his answer, before they met Bruce's hopeful ones again.

"No." Bruce, with all the strength left in his body after recovering, raised a questioning eyebrow as Dick continued, "I don't have any piercings and never did."

"Hmn." But he swore he could've seen-

The kids erupted in protests.

"Dick, come on!" Jason hollered, pushing forward. "We clearly saw it there-"

"Where?" Dick asked, spreading his arms wide and invitingly, offering them to see for themselves.

The piercing they had all gotten the barest glimpse of was gone from where they had seen it on Dick.

"But you said you! You said, 'yeah. I guess so. I forgot.'" Stephanie put her hands on her hips, "Admit it Boy Piercing!"

"Boy Piercing?!"

"Fess up, pretty boy!"

"Steph," Dick visibly bit his lip to keep from laughing, "I was joking. You guys should've see your reactions - they were so funny!! Dick has a piercing. OMG. You people were hilarious."

Damian clicked his tongue. "Enough Richard! Did you implement metal into you skin like a heathen? Richard, how could you?! Who dare touch-"

"No Dami!" Dick quickly interfered to prevent a possible murder on his behalf, "I was just kidding, okay? Besides, did you guys even really see it? Like full on?"

Harper crossed her arms. "Close enough."

Dick quirked his eyebrow at that. "But you didn't actually see it right? You thought you saw something shining and turned to look. C'mon you guys know what it is - peripheral vision hallucinations. Things you see in your peripheral vision that aren't real because you are tired," He pinned a look at each other, emphasizing the words, "and stressed."

Dick pressed his lips together and folded his arms. "Time for bed. Now. I know you all haven't been sleeping for the past few days so you all are going to bed. At the manor." Dick finished, shooting Jason a look when he tried secretly shuffling toward his bike.

The rest of them were unmoved for a moment but quickly caved under Dick's patented "I'm mom-ing you."™ stare as Jason liked to call it.

They trudged upstairs while Bruce and Dick watched in companionable silence.

Bruce turned to look at Dick as the sounds of their bickering and footsteps faded away.

"How did you do it?"

Dick hummed distractedly and tilted his head to look down at Bruce still sitting on the floor. "Do what?"

Bruce growled, impatience, annoyance, and apprehension swimming in his voice, "Don't lie. To me. How did you hide it? Now. And for so long?"

Bruce watched tensed as the tip of Dick's tongue ran over the ridges of his top row of teeth, the first sign of anger he had seen from him in weeks. The pink flesh of his tongue barely avoiding cutting itself on the slightly too sharp canines that Dick loved to call his vampire teeth since he was little. He had even threw a veteran-dentist-scaring-tantrum in the dentist's office when the man suggested shaving them down once.

Bruce watched warily as Dick crouched down, balancing on his balls of his feet like a cat on a fence, and forcefully tamped down the sudden urge to pull out a hidden batarang when the boy grinned, eyes lighting with the wild fire of joy and madness from his robin days that still had Bruce on edge for decades.

"How did you it?" He asked again, not sure if he really wanted to know anymore but the principle remained. There was no way Dick's activities could be hidden for so long. He didn't invest in his detective following skills for something like this to escape his observation. But at the same time Dick had evaded his tracking skills when he was seventeen and ran away from him. But something so obvious as a piercing would never escape his notice. But a whole 17 year old boy also shouldn't have escaped his notice. However, Bruce had improved. He had gotten better at his job and his skills. Right? Right, of course, he was the best in the world. Dick definitely did have a piercing. But...on the off chance...what if he really had just seen a flash of light? Sweat on a body? The edge of a birdarang? Peripheral vision hallucinations? "Do you?"

"Do I what?"

You already know what I'm asking. Bruce thought, frustrated with Dick for lying. Frustrated with himself for not knowing if Dick was lying.

"Do you have piercings?" Bruce ground out.

Dick laughed, his voice echoing like choir bells in the spacious cave and bouncing off the stalactites to create a ringing, haunting melody as he leaned in closer to Bruce.

"C'mon, B! You know every showman's got his own tricks," Dick grinned brightly.

And you're the whole damn circus. Bruce hissed viciously in his mind.

Dick's eyes twinkled back at him.

#gaslight gatekeep girlboss dick grayson #Tim would be the only batkid to know because of his dedicated stalker #when he heard Dick in pain he almost abandoned his secrecy to kill someone with a nail gun #but instead almost dropped it on his foot when he saw Dick fiddling with his new piercing #he fainted in the shadows #and then woke up immediately to snap pics #and then tracked down the artist who did just in case #dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #stephanie brown #spoiler #harper row #thanks for the ask! #batfam headcanons #batfamily #cl anon asks

[ndplatypus]

I never want to hear another complaint or people calling Punkflower shippers pedophiles when I constantly have to see MiguelxGwen or MiguelxMiles fics pop up on ao3 (I’ve had to pre block them before every search because there are too many of them) Like there are people shipping and writing the most problematic shit but no let’s complain about the two black boys people ship. Y’all deluded as hell.

Hobie is obviously not an adult. Y’all just aldultifying another black kid to sexualize him and want to feel comfortable sexualizing him for yourselves.

Again why would would an adult’s primary friend group be 15/16 year olds if he’s not also a teen? Why is it, that guys think it’s more likely for a 25 year old man to be best friends with teenagers than that he’s just a tall black teen.

Y’all jump through hoops to defend your racist homophobic bullshit. Don’t think I didn’t see you guys also trying to claim Margo is an adult because she’s one in the comics, she, like other comic characters, were aged down for atsv. But the moment she, a black girl, was shipped with a black boy (Miles) y’all were quick to say she was an adult to.

Y’all just a mix of weirdos wanting to sexualize black teens who also don’t want them shipped with other black characters because your ships seem to need to require at least one white person every time.

Y’all got me tired of your bullshit

#miles morales #Hobie brown #Punkflower #Gwen Stacey #margo kess #flowerbyte #atsv #itsv #spider man

[visenyaism]

loving terrible dad olympics- will we get the terrible mom equivalent?

i do not at all feel like doing that because:

1) asoiaf is really really about the violence of patriarchial systems so the archetype of the violent or absent patriarch father is way more present than bad mothers and that’s for a reason- being a deadbeat requires a certain amount of societal power.  that’s not to say that women don’t have power over children in patriarchal systems which can also be violent or awful, but men have power over the entire household and george rr martin definitely seems more interested in writing about that particular structure.

2) most of the women who are “terrible mothers” in ASOIAF act like that at least in part because of severe trauma inflicted upon them by said patriarchial systems. like Lysa does what she does because of the forced abortion and marriage to a 60 yr old her father made her go through as a teenager, Alysanne makes weird decisions with her in part because she got married to her brother at age twelve and forced to have thirteen children, Alannys is emotionally absent because all of her sons were brutally murdered, *everything* going on with Cersei, etc. it just feels like punching down to make fun of that behavior even if it’s fictional.

3) the deadbeat dad thing is a fun joke we are all doing based on the very clear themes of the novels but if i use my platform to let the ASOIAF fandom call women characters bitches and terrible mothers I will actively be partaking in the worst part of this community because people do that ALL the time and it’s usually mysoginistic and unwarranted and i do NOT run a home for wayward redditors.

4) there just aren’t as many alive and present mothers in ASOIAF. No secret that GRRM likes writing about dads more that’s why there’s so many unnamed and dead mothers in the series it’s one of its biggest weak points.

#asoiaf #call me a man hating dyke but i don’t think this is one of those *its equality* situations #in a series about patriarchal power it’s a little bit different to compare bad fatherhood vs bad motherhood

[kindaasrikal]

Garmadon and Morro similarities in both my AU’s and in Cannon, though mainly cannon.

They’re both apart of the FSM’s family.

In their duos (Wu and Garmadon, Lloyd and Morro) they’re the older counterpart.

They’re also the resident evil ones.

They both had an evil sensei/master (Chen and the preeminent)

They both followed the lies of their respective sensei and master to a point, eventually coming to a realisation and becoming morally grey leaning to the good side characters.

They both later ended up helping the people they ‘don’t like’ (Morro helping Lloyd and Wu during the DotD, and the time evil Garm helped them and when teen Garmadon helped Wu in the serpentine war.)

They both have SEVERE daddy issues. (We all know its true)

They’re both evil turned good people who are now ghosts chilling in the departed realm.

They are both way more powerful and knowledgeable then most.

They both met unfair ends to their lives.

(Not a similarity, but ever notice how Garmadon is the evil dad to Lloyd, and Morro is the evil son to Wu?)

They both feel like they wronged the best person in their lives, who are unfairly good people.

They’re both definitely sassy. Morro’s got that normal “teenager whose been an emo teen for decades” rude sass, whilst Garmadon has the dignified “well maybe if you listen to me” old man sass that every older brother has.

They’d both definitely make horrible jokes. Garmadon would purposefully make the worst dad jokes he can find and say them in front of any of the ninjas normal friends. Morro would make puns. Legit just puns, bad ones, in the middle of a horrible situation.

They’d both meditate. I know Morro doesn’t seem like the type, but i feel like if you were to push away the whole green ninja thing, he’d be incredibly disciplined and follows Wu’s teachings to a T.

They’re both characters who have “leader” like personalities, and have led armies now, but would later-after their redemption- prefer to be a co-leader or smth.

They’re both old. Like Morro might not be age wise old with the whole death thing stopping him from ever aging again, but they were alive and grew up during similar years. They both have the soul’s of old people.

They both are incredibly passionate, determined, and protective.

They’d both burn a house down, say its an accident, and people would completely believe them.

Anyways thats all i got man, now i just need to find out why we haven’t used the fact that these two are in the same realm to our advantage. Also, i got this idea after making a post on my Tiktok under the same name doing that trend “and now i know how Joan of arc felt” and here we are.

#lego emo #morro ninjago #lego ninjago #morro wu #ninjago morro #lloyd ninjago #wu ninjago #ninjago garmadon #sensei garmadon #young garmadon #morro #garmadon

[justanothercmblog]

One Last Chance?

This was written for the wonderful @imagining-in-the-margins family challenge for the months of April and May. I know I'm a little late but I only recently read this prompt that's also the summary and it really spoke to me! While writing I got really invested in the characters so I might write a couple more parts in the future!

Summary: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.

Content Warning: foster care, neglect, foster sibling separation, minor mention of drugs, food & food insecurities. Please let me know if I missed something and I will add what's missing!

Word Count : 5.8k

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“Spencer, have you checked if the heater is on in their room, it’s freezing outside!” “Y/N, I have already told you, it’s warm in the guest bedroom, the thermostat is on too!” “It’s THEIR room, Spence, you need to check what you’re saying, if we want them to feel at home, we need to adjust our language too!”, Y/N chastised while she was running around their house trying to make everything look perfect, although there was nothing left to do. 

“Y/N, can you come here for a second?”, Spencer called out for his wife, softly catching her hand and tugging her closer to him, finally stopping her pacing. He took her other hand into his own and gently squeezed her hands. She looked up at him in confusion. “What is it? Did I forget something?” Spencer just smiled down at his beautiful wife. He knew she just wanted to be prepared for this new person who would join their little family any minute, but he also knew she’d run herself crazy trying to make everything right. 

“Y/N, everything is perfectly prepared for whoever will step through that door in the next hour. We are ready for them, we’ve got their room ready, your chilli is on the stove, we’ve put toiletries, extra clothes and towels out and got them more snacks than even I could devour in a week”, he listed and Y/N slowly but surely relaxed a little. “And most importantly my love, we are ready to support whoever will be joining us. You have so much love to give, anyone would be lucky to be on the receiving end of it. Whoever this kid is that will join us, they will feel that love and comfort just like I do whenever you’re with me.” 

Y/N had tears in her eyes now. “I just want them to feel welcome, who knows what they have been through”, she got out and Spencer pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. “I know my love. But all we can do now is take it one step at a time, okay? We’re prepared and it will be fine.” Y/N nodded into his embrace. 

She knew he was right, they were prepared. After having a lengthy talk, the two of them had decided that fostering was the right decision for them to expand their family. They both felt deeply that bringing a new life into this world when there were so many kids without homes, seemed like the wrong way to go for them. They both felt that family was so much more than genetics and biological relations, they knew that love made family and that they had so much love to give. 

The decision to welcome older kids into their home wasn’t as easy to make. Spencer had some apprehensions, finally telling Y/N that he felt like older kids and teens might not respond well to him and his quirks. It took him a while to see that his own experiences with teenagers from when he was a kid were entirely different from how they would respond to him now. Y/N had acknowledged and listened to his fears and after seeing the statistics on how many older kids never found a safe home and tended to age out of the system, Spencer felt entirely wrong for not giving these kids a chance of a safe haven with them. Given their work schedule, they even decided that they wouldn’t be able to take smaller kids and so now they were awaiting their first placement. The social worker had called half an hour ago and only told them that they had a 14-year-old in need of a new placement and that they were going to be there within the next two hours. They didn’t even know their pronouns nor their background but they already felt for the teen. 

The two of them only parted from their embrace when there was a knock on the door. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she stared up at Spencer. “Oh my god, they are here! Spencer, they are here!!!” “Let’s go meet them”, he smiled calmly although inside he was anything but calm. 

They opened the door together to find a middle-aged woman and, standing next to her, clutching a plastic bag, a girl with deep-green eyes, long unruly brown curls and a scared look on her face. Y/N quickly caught herself and stopped what she was sure was staring, at the girl. 

“Hi! Come in, come in, it’s so cold outside!”, she ushered the two to step into their home. “Thank you Mr and Mrs Reid for taking such a last-minute placement! Maggie is really happy to be here, aren’t you Maggie?”, the social worker gushed and Spencer could see the girl anxiously tightening her grip on her bag before she nodded. “Well why don’t we go to the kitchen and we’ll talk a little more!”, Y/N tried to ease the tension, but the social worker had other plans. 

“I’m really sorry, but I actually have to go run by another case of mine. Maggie should be fine with you for now, I will check back in tomorrow or one of these days if there are any more questions and send you an E-Mail with any information you might need, it’s the weekend so the school won’t be an issue until Monday!”, she rattled off leaving Spencer and Y/N to stare at her for a second before Spencer was the one to find his voice first. 

“Let me walk you to the door, I do have a couple of questions”, he said, stunned and led the woman to the door, leaving Y/N with the teenage girl in their kitchen. She watched her husband leave the room, stunned as well, before snapping out of it and taking a good look at the girl that was just dropped off at their house like it was nothing. 

“I’m sorry Maggie, let me do this again: I’m Y/N and that dorky guy with me is my husband Spencer. We’re really happy to have you here with us. Do you want something to drink? I’ve also got chilli on the stove if you’re hungry”, the woman explained but the girl just stared at her for a second before looking back at where Spencer and the case worker had disappeared to. “I know this is all but ideal right now, you deserve a better start than this, I’m sorry honey”, Y/N said softly and before the girl could react to her words they could hear the door shut and Spencer stepping back into the kitchen. 

“Sooo, why don’t we show Maggie her room, hm?”, he said encouragingly but Y/N could tell that he was angry. Clearly, the caseworker had not made the best impression on him. “Come on, Maggie, we’ll give you a house tour”, Y/N agreed and smiled at the girl encouragingly. The girl had yet to say a word but followed the couple up the set of stairs to the first story of their townhome. Spencer and Y/N let her look into each room up there, their bedroom, the bathroom in the hall which would be the teen’s and finally, they opened a door and let her step in first. 

Maggie found herself in a beautiful and warmly lit bedroom with a queen bed, a desk, a sideboard with a TV and a big basket filled with all sorts of stuff. The teen’s eyes grew wide as she took it all in while still clutching onto the trash bag in her hands. “This.. this is where I get to stay?”, she asked carefully with a slight stutter, looking back at the couple that was now standing in the doorway together watching her taking it all in. “Yes, of course! Help yourself to anything you want, there’s a couple of snacks and drinks and I have some stationery on the desk if you’d like to draw or write, oh and I have a couple of clothes in the closet too, I didn’t know what you liked of course so it’s just basics”, Y/N rambled along while Spencer watched the teen, clearly a little overwhelmed with it all. 

“I also got you this blanket”, Y/N ended her monologue, holding out a soft yellow blanket, still in its bow from buying it. She had heard that it meant a lot for foster kids to have new things that they could keep and Y/N thought there was nothing more comforting than a fuzzy blanket. Maggie just stared at the blanket for a second, still holding her bag with two hands, before she carefully let the bag down beside her and took the blanket that Y/N was holding out for her. “Thank you”, she breathed out quietly, feeling the soft fabric against her palm as she held the gift. A silence settled in between the three and it was Spencer who decided to give the teen a little room to process all of her emotions. He knew what it felt like to be overwhelmed like that and had also learned the circumstances of the girl’s emergency placement tonight. 

“I think we’ll leave you to settle in now. We will be right downstairs in the kitchen and you’re welcome to join us and have a bite to eat any time. You can go take a shower if you want to, there are towels in the bathroom, or you can just stay in here if you want to be alone, whatever you decide is fine, okay Maggie?”, he spoke softly and watched the girl pressing her lips together and nodding. “Yes sir”, she uttered and Y/N’s brows furrowed in worry at that. “Oh no need for the formalities, I’m just Spencer and this is just Y/N”, he continued with his soft voice and the girl nodded again. “Okay, Spencer. Thank you.”

—--

Downstairs Y/N immediately turned around to Spencer and rushed him to tell her what the social worker had said. “You seemed mad, what did she say? How is she just going to drop a kid off at night and just leave like that? We don’t even know what the circumstances are! And all her belongings are in a plastic bag, what the fuck Spencer!”, Y/N burst out and whisper shouted at her husband. Spencer eyed the stairs nervous that the girl could hear them. “I know, I told the social worker the same thing but it seemed like she was overworked too and had a call for another kid that was in trouble, it’s bad, I know, but at least now she’s safe with us.” “Did she tell you if the placement would be for longer? Where did Maggie even come from?” Spencer nodded carefully. 

“Police busted her prior foster family’s home for drug manufacturing just a couple of hours ago. They found her and another kid in one of the rooms while they had a makeshift drug lab in the basement.” Y/N’s jaw dropped. “WHAT?”, she whisper shouted once again not believing a word she was hearing. “How did those people get a foster licence to begin with? Was she exposed to these drugs?” Then another thought hit her. “Are you okay?”, she asked softly and Spencer nodded quickly. 

“I am, truly I’m just as shocked as you are. Apparently, they had the drugs and equipment in the basement while the upstairs was relatively clear of any signs of drugs and stuff, still a messed up home though. She needs a permanent place to stay, the case worker didn’t say much but her biological family seems to be out of the picture.“ “God I feel so bad for her, the way she called you Sir? I hope she’ll come down to eat something later.” Spencer nodded and pulled his wife into his arms, pressing a kiss on top of her head and rocking them both back and forth for a minute. “We’ll help her through this”, he assured.

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Upstairs, Maggie finally got a moment to sit down and process what the last couple of hours had looked like. She had gotten the fright of a lifetime when suddenly there were people shouting everywhere and her and Lila’s door was kicked in, revealing two policemen with their guns drawn at the two of them. Maggie had pulled Lila into her bed, pushing themselves into the corner and holding the younger child safely, whispering affirmations into her ears. After the policemen had lowered their guns they escorted them out of the house, putting them in a car and asking loads of questions while Maggie watched the house being torn apart and their foster parents being detained. 

It wasn’t like Maggie liked them or living there but at least they didn’t hit them, at least they had a bed to sleep there. Now where would they go? She had been worrying about what they were doing in the basement for ages, watching the sketchy people turn up all the time, really deep down she knew that one of these days it would have to turn bad. After it all calmed down a little they were given trash bags and asked to collect their belongings. 

Maggie helped Lila in packing everything that might be helpful and grabbed the few things she had that belonged to her in a way. Lila’s grip on her hand was tight and it only reminded Maggie that they were incredibly likely to be split up. They weren’t bio siblings, just both ended up at the same home. Lila was only 9, Maggie honestly didn’t know how she hadn’t gotten a better family than that so she had tried to make it a home for Lila for the past year and a half. There was no way that a family that would be interested in taking Lila would also want a teenager, she knew that. She was all too familiar with the system, the older she got the slimmer the chances for a safe, comfortable home. 

Maggie had given up all hope for adoption a long time ago, but for Lila, there was still a chance. So when Nadine came to take Lila, telling her she had found a nice family, Maggie had encouraged the crying child that refused to let go of her. 

“Lila, baby I’ll always always always be here for you okay? You have to be strong now okay? Nadine found really nice people, it won’t be like it was here, okay? You will have a really good time, Li, I promise I will try and visit okay?”, she had tried to make her voice sound steady but couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down her own cheeks. “What about you?”, Lila asked desperately. “I will be fine, I can look out for myself and I’ll get a safe place to stay too”, the teen encouraged but didn’t believe a word she was saying. Lila did though and that was most important. Before Nadine could take the girl away she hugged  her tight again and then kissed the girl’s forehead. “I love you Lila, you remember my phone number right? I made you memorise it”, she said and the kid nodded vehemently. “I remember Mags, I can call you?”, she asked and Maggie nodded trying to hold back the tears. “Please call me when you need me, I will always answer, I promise Li. Love you.”, she said again before the girl was led away, turning around once more and calling back: “Love you too Mags!”

And here Maggie was, alone again. Something she was very used to, so she pulled herself together, wiped away the tears and put up her guard again. Whatever was going to happen in the next couple of hours would decide where her life was going or what it would look like. She was at an age now where a group home was honestly the most likely option and it scared the living crap out of her to be in a home with older teenagers. Maggie could fend for herself but she wasn’t as tough as others in the system. She was an easy target, she knew that and she had to prepare herself for that. She was taken back to the police station where she stayed for another hour before a middle-aged woman introduced herself to her as Tanya. Nadine was still busy so she was handed over Maggie’s case for now. Great, now she didn’t even know her case worker anymore. 

“I made a few calls and found a place for you to stay, come on we’re going there now”, Tanya had said and Maggie just followed her along. “Is it a group home?”, she finally asked after they had been in the car for a couple minutes without the woman saying more. Maggie missed Nadine, at least she had attempted to make her feel better. “No, it’s not, you’re lucky, there’s been a new couple in the area opening up for older kids like you. Mr and Mrs Reid are expecting us any minute now.” 

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And that had been all the girl knew before these two strangers opened up their home to her. Here she was now sitting in a perfect room in a perfect townhouse. She looked down at the blanket in her lap. It felt soft against her palm and the softness in addition to the softness of the bed beneath her made her feel weird. Like it was all fake, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was all too soft. The blanket, the bed, the light, the warmth, their voices. It was all too soft. This wasn’t real. This wasn’t how life went for her. She didn’t trust the peace. 

Before she knew what she was doing, she was pacing. Trying to make sense of what it was that was happening here. She didn’t want to cry, not again, it would only make it worse, she would only miss Lila worse and the people downstairs could hear her. There wasn’t even anything to cry over. This placement was the best place she had probably ever been put in, but that made it feel so wrong, like there was a bomb waiting to go off any minute. That bomb seemed to be her though, she felt like she was going to combust from the pressure that was building up inside of her, threatening to spill over. She had to let it all out somehow. 

Her eyes fell on the blanket and before she knew what she was doing she grabbed the soft piece of fabric that was supposed to bring her comfort and threw it across the room. It landed against the closet door with a small *thump* sound and then just plummeted to the ground. Maggie’s teeth were clenched together as she watched it do nothing with how she was feeling and quickly she grabbed another pillow off the bed, launching it through the room similarly. Others followed until finally one of the pillows landed against a framed picture on the wall, causing it to come off the hook and fall to the ground with a loud clatter. It was only then that the girl seemed to come to her senses. 

Wide-eyed she looked around herself, seeing the damage she had done, pillows and blankets were scattered all around the room, the frame was broken and the glass littered the floor between her and the door to the room. Before the girl could do anything to tidy it all up she could hear hurried steps on the stairs and a knock on the door. Shit. “Maggie, we heard a noise, is it okay for us to come in?”, she could hear the woman’s, worried voice. Had she already messed up this chance of a home? She couldn’t get a word out, just stood there and stared. “Maggie, I’m sorry but if you don’t answer me I will have to come in, okay?”, she heard the woman say and it made her snap out of it. “No!”, she shrieked out but it was too late, the door had already been opened and Y/N carefully peered in, stopping when she saw the damage on the floor and then quickly looking up at Maggie. The teen's lip began to quiver immediately. “I …. I … I didn’t mean to”, she panickedly got out. “I’m SO sorry, I promise I will clean it up, I’m sorry I just … I …”, she couldn’t find words for what was happening. 

The whole reason for her even beginning to throw stuff around, not wanting to cry, was now senseless because as soon as she realised what she had done, the tears came streaming down her face. She didn’t want to leave again already. This couldn’t be happening, how did she already blow it up? 

She didn’t notice Y/N ushering Spencer to go and get something to clean the glass off the floor, nor that the woman was carefully stepping around the shards trying to get close to her. “Maggie, Maggie, it’s okay. It’s all good, it’s just a cheap decoration from Target, it’s okay!”, she tried to calm the girl down. Her voice was steady and soft. Maggie was violently shaking her head and backing away into the other corner of the room, now clutching her mouth with her hands as she stared at the broken frame. 

“I didn’t mean to, please I’m so sorry”, she kept saying when she hit the wall behind her. Y/N stopped her attempt to get closer. Clearly, she was scaring the girl, backing her in. So instead the agent kept her distance, holding up her hands to show her she wasn’t a threat. “I know you didn’t mean to, Maggie, I know and it’s okay, you’re not in trouble, it’s all okay", she said softly. “Can you look up at me please?” Maggie had her eyes shut since she had backed against the wall. She now forced herself to cast her eyes up at the woman standing across from her, she didn’t look like she was mad, maybe she was saying the truth. 

“Are you hurt? Did you get glass somewhere?”, she asked softly and the teen looked down on herself before shaking her head. “Okay, that’s good. Spencer is bringing up a broom and the vacuum and it will be all good”, Y/N smiled at the teen encouragingly just as Spencer appeared again. “I can do it”, Maggie protested, stepping forward a little. “We don’t want you to hurt yourself, it’s okay, I’ve got it!”, Spencer said with a soft smile on his face as he began to clean away the mess. 

Y/N looked back from her husband to the teen that was now standing beside the bed, cheeks still damp from tears and arms crossed in front of herself. Y/N chose to sit down on the bed. She softly tapped the bed beside her. “Why don’t you sit with me for a minute, huh?”, she asked and to her surprise, Maggie immediately followed the request. “I want you to know that you are safe here with us and that we understand that you have a lot of feelings going on for you right now. Today must have been a lot and this is all new to you so we get that you might be feeling sad or angry or confused”, Y/N said with a steady and soft voice, smiling at the girl and giving her room to take it in. 

Maggie listened to the woman speak, not knowing what to say. Only after a couple of minutes did a few words slip out. “It was all too soft”, she finally heard herself speak and she knew in saying that that it didn’t make any sense whatsoever. But Y/N didn’t question it. “Okay”, she simply said. “What can we do to make it better for you?” Maggie was stunned at the question. What could they do? They already gave her a room and snacks and didn’t yell at her after trashing the room. “I… I don’t know”, she said and Y/N nodded. “That’s okay too. Do you think you got it out a little bit?” The teen nodded. “How would you like something to eat and a glass of water?” Again, Maggie nodded and Y/N felt a rush of relief that they had finally made a little progress. She looked back at Spencer who had since cleaned up the mess and stood there awkwardly. This had been an eventful first hour.

—--

Together, the three of them went downstairs. Y/N pulled out three bowls and scooped the chilli into them while Spencer got some spoons and glasses and put them out on the table. “You can sit in whatever spot you want”, Y/N explained to the teen who pulled out one of the chairs and sat down watching the two adults carefully. They worked around each other so seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine and somehow they both just radiated calmness and comfort. The girl was still a little shaken up about what she did up in the room, but mostly now she just felt tired and hungry, really hungry. 

It had been one of those days where they couldn’t find anything good to eat in the house and Maggie had given the last of the bread with a little butter and sugar to Lila when they got back from school. Now the room smelled like actually good, warm food and just then Y/N placed a full bowl in front of her while Spencer put a basket with bread on the table too. The two of them sat down too, Spencer filling up all of their glasses with water. 

“I hope you like chilli, I didn’t make it too spicy, Spencer is sensitive like that and I didn’t know how you’d like it”, Y/N explained, but Maggie could already feel her mouth watering just looking at the food in front of her. She quickly looked up at Y/N. “Thank you, this looks really delicious”, she said politely and as the two adults picked up their spoons she finally started shovelling the comforting, hearty food into her mouth too. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had such a good meal. Y/N and Spencer shared the same sombre look watching the girl eat so fast and hectic. It was abundantly clear that she hadn’t been getting proper meals for a while now and had arrived hungry. 

“Is there anything you don’t like eating or you’re allergic to Maggie? Just so I know when I do the food shop and meal prep. I thought I could take you with me for the food run tomorrow and you could pick out a few things you like”, Y/N started a conversation when Maggie had slowed down a little. The girl perked up at that, surprised by the sentiment. “I … I’m not allergic to anything I think.”, she said softly, just thankful to eat anything really. “Okay that’s good to know, and anything you don’t like?”, Y/N pushed further. “I for one hate anything with fish or seafood in general, Spencer doesn’t like mushrooms, he says they’re too slimy”, she chuckled and watched the teen’s lips curve into a small smile. 

“I don’t like mushrooms either, they feel funny, but I’ll eat them, I don’t want to be a bother!”, she quickly backtracked. “No way, you will never have to eat mushrooms here, I will personally make sure of it!”, Spencer now interjected and Maggie chuckled a little at the man’s childish antics. “Okay”, she said softly. “I also don’t really like green beans”, she added quietly and Y/N beamed at the teen speaking freely. “Oh don’t worry we’re not the biggest fans of those either”, she assured. “Do you want a second bowl? I think I’ll go for seconds”, Spencer now interjected seeing the girl’s empty bowl. She nodded. “Thank you, that would be nice”, turning to Y/N she added. “It tastes really good. You’re a good cook.” “Oh thank you, honey, I don’t get to cook that often, so I’ll take the compliment”, Y/N thanked the girl while Spencer placed their full bowö back in front of them. 

“So you probably have a lot of questions for us, I imagine it’s a bit scary suddenly living with two strangers, so how about we tell you a little about ourselves and then you can ask us anything?” Maggie looked between the two adults and then nodded before continuing to eat. “Okay, so Spencer and I have been married for a year now and we’ve been together for 2 before that. We met at our job. We are both working at the FBI, we’re both agents.” Maggie’s head snapped up at that, and with wide eyes, she looked at the two of them again. THEY were FBI agents? They looked so.. so soft. He was wearing a sweater vest with a funny pattern and she wore fuzzy socks and sweats. 

“I know we don’t look stereotypical FBI right now”, Y/N chuckled. “We’re profilers so really we analyse the minds of criminals in order to catch them”, she explained and Maggie nodded. “We usually travel a lot for our job but our boss was okay with one of us staying back with each case so that we can be here for you. We both don’t have a lot of family, but we see our colleagues at the BAU as our family and you will meet them too when you’re ready.” 

Maggie nodded along, taking it all in for now. Spencer continued after that. “We both love to read, we have left a few books in your room too, but you’re welcome to help yourself to any book in the house and if you see one you’d like when we’re out just tell one of us we’ll get it for you. Y/N also knits while watching her TV shows, I’m too clumsy for that and I also feel like if you’re gonna watch something you should watch it and not just listen.” That earned him a scoff from Y/N. “It’s called multitasking I've told you before Spencer!”, she defended herself and Maggie smirked at their interaction, they really did seem like nice people. “I can teach you how to knit! I’ve made Spencer a lot of scarves already!”, Y/N now excitedly addressed the girl who bit her lip nervously now that she had finished her food. 

Maggie shrugged nervously, unsure about what to say to that. “If I can stay here that might be nice”, she said softly and Spencer and Y/N’s faces dropped significantly. The girl had just arrived and was already thinking about having to move  on, it made sense, they knew how often that happened, but they weren’t gonna let that happen. 

“If we get any say in it you stay here as long as you want to, I promise you that, Maggie”, Y/N said. “Why?”, the teen asked bluntly. “Sorry, what do you mean why?”, Y/N asked, taken aback by the question. “Why do you want me to stay longer? You could easily foster one of the little ones, they’re really cute and aren’t problems like … like big kids and … and teens..“, she explained herself while stirring in the remnants of her chilli. She couldn’t see the cautious and dumbfounded looks Spencer and Y/N gave themselves. Instead, she continued on with her rant. 

“I just trashed your upstairs bedroom, was really impolite and also, supplies and food are more expensive for bigger kids, teens get into trouble at school a lot more often than little kids and most foster teens above the age of 12 will not find a foster family and live in group homes where they’re prepared to age out of the system and be self-sufficient and even then 20% of us end up homeless when we turn 18. Older foster kids don’t get a chance like this, people like you don’t take us, they take the cute ones without trouble, people like me go into group homes or into families that just want to cash their checks. So why would you want me to stay here?” Maggie finally finished her rant leaving Spencer and Y/N speechless. 

The girl seemed to be shocked by her own words now as her head snapped up suddenly, looking up at the two adults and turning red in embarrassment. She quickly looked down at the table again. not bearing to meet their eyes. They sat there in silence for a moment before Spencer spoke up.  “Believe me, Maggie, I know all the statistics and that is exactly why Y/N and I decided to open our home to older kids like you. You deserve a chance just like the younger kids do, there are safe homes for them but as you said there are significantly fewer for kids above the age of 12 which just isn’t fair to any of you. We knew that we didn’t like the idea of teens ending up in group homes and ageing out to become homeless. We want to provide a safe and loving home, especially to kids who didn’t get the chance before”, Spencer said calmly. 

“What Spencer is saying is true, Maggie. We wanted to expand our family and we knew we didn’t want to bring a new baby into this world when there are so many kids who need a safe and loving home. We love kids, don’t get us wrong, but you’re still a kid too and what you’re saying isn’t entirely right, little kids come with a lot of work too, that’s not me saying we wouldn’t put in all of the work to accommodate whatever anyone staying with us needs, but with little ones, there is a lot of guessing whereas you can talk to us, tell us what you need, what you feel like. It can be a lot of fun to have a teenager in the house, we can talk about books and shows and Spencer and I get to feel young again”, she joked to ease the tension. “And with one of us being on their own from time to time because of our jobs, we also felt like it just made sense to take in older kids and teens like you because you would understand why one of us had to go from time to time, you know?” 

Maggie was taking in what the two of them were saying, embarrassed about what she had laid off on them. She never usually spoke up like that, people didn’t tend to listen to her anyways but apparently, Spencer and Y/N had listened and Maggie had to admit that what they were saying now sounded sincere. Nevertheless, she couldn’t let herself trust this yet. She could still be whisked away any second because of some stupid reason. For now, though she nodded and gathered all of her courage to look up at the two of them and smiled softly. “Okay", she said, deciding at that moment that she would try and hope one more time that this could be it. That maybe these people could be something like family one day.

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Batter... Batter... Swing!

Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader)

Plot Line: Soulmates; A troubling concept. Especially when you are meant to be the perfect boring golden child to your parents but yours is a high school deliquent that can't seem to stay out of trouble. Seems like a perfect match in your opinion.

Warnings: High and Low (Violence, mature content, etc.)

Life was fucked. 

Though, you guessed you couldn’t really complain. 

It wasn’t as if you were poor. Your parents weren’t abusive (technically; maybe leaning a bit towards emotionally in certain situations). Everyday, you were welcomed home to a nice house and a warm meal. Hell, you had the necessities every teenager craved (and a bit more if you were honest). 

But, you loved to complain. 

To be fair, teenagers liked to complain. A lot. 

If you had to pick where your problems began, it would be your parents. It started with encouragement in getting good grades. Then it turned into praise for perfect grades. Next came a suggestion to learn an instrument. Which eventually spiraled into multiple. However, it didn’t stop there. Like as if shoved down a set of concrete stairs, you were slammed into sports, tutoring, after school clubs, community service, multiple language classes. The list just seemed to go on and on. 

Though, you weren’t all that different from many of your classmates. All of them were breaking their backs in order to appeal to their parents and society's standards. Hell… and people wondered why Japan had one of the highest suicide rates in the world. 

To be fair, the only thing that kept you from going insane and losing your mind were three things in life. 

The first was pretty simple. You were a third-year in high school, technically an adult in age as of two months ago, and almost done with the shithole town you called home. Though, the pressure of going to University was a fast approaching issue especially concerning your parents; hiding your numerous acceptance letters that came in the mail kept that topic away from view and mind. At least for now.

The second thing was the thing most people your age held onto during dark times. Your soulmate. While you weren’t wishy-washy with the topic like some of your peers that spent hours daydreaming about there's, you also weren’t horrified and against the idea like the others. You were in the middle, neutral in opinion, maybe drifting a bit towards wishy-washy at times. 

It was likely the reassurance and the type of mark you had. There were many types ranging from average ones like tattoos and timers to more complicated ones like how you couldn’t speak if your soulmate was talking. Thankfully, you were given one of the simpler ones. When you closed your eyes, you were able to see things your soulmate experienced during the day. 

You liked it. 

Though that was likely because your soulmate was one crazy motherfucker. He definitely wasn’t the average law abiding citizen nor the rich successful man your parents dreamed of. But, he had… this spark. Even if your parents would never truly grow to like a man that was a delinquent part-timer in high school that got into too many fights, you would always appreciate him. It was never boring closing your eyes to tune into what was going on in his life. 

It was something you craved. Like a child walking by a candy shop as it was eating a gross vegetable, it appealed to you.

However, you couldn’t help but feel your gut wrench whenever you tuned out of  your soulmate's world. Compared to his, yours was so… boring. And if there was one thing you knew about your soulmate, he hated being bored. 

…

…Fuck.

…

Finally, the third thing you clung to… was rather odd. 

Baseball.

Not Softball–though you did start off there and it was pretty good as well–you loved baseball. Only baseball. 

It reminded you of peaceful times. When you visited the countryside to see your grandparents, your grandfather used to play catch in the backyard with you. He loved baseball just like you. Playing in a club team in town far into his late-adulthood until his joints couldn’t take it anymore. Something your father hated, how his father could have been much more successful if he hadn’t taken to the peaceful and calming life. A money-hungry pig, that's what your father was. Your mother close behind him in the trait as well.

That was likely what got you in arguments with your father so much later on in life. Especially when you joined the Boys Baseball team in High School. You would have been more than fine joining a softball team or girl’s baseball team but they had neither at the school you went to (likely a thing your parents planned for when they transferred you there now that you thought about it two years later) so you went with the only option.

You were the first girl in the history of your academy to join the school’s baseball team. It wasn’t against the rules in the High school league to have a female player and you had one hell of a swing so your coaches begrudgingly couldn’t give up the opportunity to not let you on.

You were pretty popular as well in the league. Earning yourself quite the fan base as High School baseball is quite popular in Japan. Even hearing some rumors that you might be picked up by—

All of a sudden the feeling of a warm breath blowing against the shell of your ear causes you to flinch. Opening your eyes and taking out one of your earbuds, you turn to look at the two smirking first-years next to you. While annoying, Kenji and Sota were two boys on the team you could call friends. Even though they got into trouble more often than not. 

“Stalking your soulmate again?” Kenji teases, making you roll your eyes. Though this only makes his smirk wider, “Anything interesting? Like…”

Upon seeing his wiggling eyebrows and the inappropriate hand gesture he makes, you don’t hesitate in punching his shoulder. Hard. 

Though that only causes him to bump into Sota, making the blonde-haired boy fall off his bus seat at the end and into the aisle, and for Kenji to let out a loud cackle of a laugh as he lays across both seats. Very loud. Catching the attention of two second years sitting in front of you; Ren and Keita. 

While Ren looks amused at the scene behind him as he watches from the crack in between the seats, Keita is rather not. Being the serious and intense pitcher he was, he grumbles about you guys distracting him from his pregame meditation and turns back around. 

If you haven’t given enough of them today already, you roll your eyes once more at the chaos and stupidity surrounding you. Especially as Sota kicks Kenji in the stomach, making the boys begin to wrestle in the aisle of the bus as it continues driving down the highway. All the while you overhear your Coaches begin to yell at them and the rest of the student body begin to make group bets of who will win. 

Suddenly the call of your name snaps you away from your first year friends brawling in the aisle, “You aren’t getting nervous on us, are you?”

You scoff as you look behind you at your fellow third year–Ryo–one of your captains and one of the few in your year that respected you on the team. 

“Never.” You answer simply, using the available seats to put your legs up and lean against the glass window of the bus. 

“Even though you are facing Oya High School for the first time?” Ryo says, raising an eyebrow in amusement. To be fair, your team traveled a long way to face Oya once every season for three games; an 4 day grueling excursion that allowed you to be excused from classes. Though while it was fun to skip classes, the game itself wasn’t. It was well known in every school, no matter the prefecture, for it to be brutal to face Oya in any sport as they never played fair; more interested in fights breaking out on the field than the actual game at play. You missed it your first year as you got a bad cold when it was time to travel for the game and there weren’t any games facing them in your second year due to the fact your pitcher was sent to the hospital the previous year. So, as a third-year, this would be your first time facing them.

You couldn’t help but wonder how that would go. A girl on a boys baseball team facing off against the brutal Oya High.

“Holy shit look at this place!” 

All of your peers who were previously chattering excitedly amongst each other had suddenly grown eerily silent. As you turn around to face the window behind you, you suddenly understand why. You had entered into S.W.O.R.D territory and it was… well it was something. You would like to say it was something you had never seen before but…well, that would be a big fat lie. It was all too familiar to you and you knew exactly as to why.

Shit.

You feel an anxious lump settle in your stomach as your bus comes to a screeching stop in front of the infamous Oya High School. 

Holy fucking shit.

 It was an odd feeling looking at this school as you knew its layout like the back of your hand even though this was your first time physically being here. 

“Oh my god.” You overhear one of the first years mutter nervously as the school in front of you–which looked deserted before–practically erupts. What looks like students begin to come from out of the concrete graffiti building. All yelling and screaming at you guys. Some students start throwing items at your bus from above while other, more adventurous ones, begin to come up to your bus. Banging on the windows or shaking the large metal vehicle. 

It was freaking terrifying. Though fascinating. Especially as you actually recognize a part-timer banging and pointing at a terrified second-year. Someone who you know from looking in your soulmate's eyes enjoyed cooking for his friends at the local Ramen shop his grandmother owned. Making him seem all bark, no bite to you now. 

“Senpai,” Sota squeaks out as he watches as you get up from your seat from his spot on the aisle floor, beginning to take down your sports bag from the overhead storage as if unaware of the chaos breaking out outside, “What… What are you doing?”

Unable to stop yourself, you let a small smug grin spread to your face as you look down at him as you shrug on your bag, “I’m getting off, it's been a long bus ride and my legs kill.”

As the first-year sputters, you make your way past him and to the front. The terrified bus driver looks at you confused before you gesture to the doors, signaling him to open them. He chokes on his words in pure shock and you can’t but shake your head and sigh as he continues to sputter inconherently. Reaching over you press the button to release the pressure off the bus doors and watch as they swing open. 

Like wolves to a bleeding lamb, two large full-timers appear in front of the waiting doors. Seeming to want to climb in to cause some chaos but stop short once they see who was in front of them. A girl in the opposing team's boy’s baseball uniform.

“Hello,” you greet the two, not quite recognizing them from the link, as you proceed to get off the bus. Once you take the last step off and your feet touch the concrete ground, the doors behind you very quickly slam close. 

Slowly, you look behind you to the terrified and horrified filled looks of your team inside. Most thinking you had likely gone insane.

“Hey.”

Suddenly, your shirt is grabbed and you feel yourself lifted off the ground until your toes are just skimming the surface of the concrete.

“Is this some sort of joke?”

Now, you would be lying if you weren’t just a bit terrified. Especially as more full- and part-timers begin to come up to you. All seeming to be interested to see what was your deal. 

Though, you knew what to do. After all, your soulmate dealt with these assholes every day. You knew some of them like the back of your hand and the others you could assume probably had short fuses. 

“Nope.” You say out, looking around at the other guys around you, “Just curious as to where the field is.”

“Huh?” One of them starts, though he is quickly stopped by another student from approaching you closer.

“The direction of the baseball field? Is it out back?” You mumble some more, using the guy's fist that was holding you up as leverage as you attempt to look as if you were peeking behind him, “I should probably get started warming up if we want a good game.”

As you stop speaking, it’s suddenly silent from the group around you before all of a sudden a part-timer next to you breaks out laughing. He slaps his knee once, then a second time, and finally wipes his eye as if a tear slipped out. The action causing some of the others to be rather amused. 

“All right that's enough, Kou.” The part-timer says, shoving the guy holding you in the chest, making you fall from his grasps. Thankfully landing right on your feet safely. 

“But–” The student goes to rebut but all it takes is a glare from some of his seniors and he falls quiet. 

The heavy weight of the part-timer’s arm falls across your shoulder and he begins to lead you away from the group. Some grumble in annoyance for a moment until they hear the sound of an alarm breaking out. From the upcoming sounds of girlish sounding screams, you guessed one of the Oya students was able to get an emergency window to open from the outside.

“Hey, Kid.” A second part-timer calls out from your other side. One you recognized very much as you turned to look at him. Furuya; A close friend of your soulmate. “You got a good swing?” 

He grabs one of your bats from the side of your bag, examining it. Seemingly interested in the overly expensive bats your parents (for while they hate the sport) forcibly had given you so you don’t appear poor or lesser than the other students on your team.

“You bet,” You say with a grin, turning to look in front of you as students continue to scream at you. Calling you all sorts of names and making gestures as if they want you to fight them, “It’s why I made the team.”

“Really?” He says, unimpressed and bored as he lifts an eyebrow at you.

Though that doesn’t faze you in the slightest as your smile only gets bigger at the challenge in front of you. Adrenaline practically pumping through your veins at your next words.

“Let's make a bet then,” You start, gaining the attention from not only him and the one around your shoulder but the other part-timers that followed close behind. Quickly catching up in interest, “If I get a strike out at any time during this first game, you can have my bats.”

“Both of them?” Furuya asks, twirling the first in his hand before grabbing the second on your other side to see. A different model but just as expensive. An entertained and amused grin on his lips as he seems excited at the prospect. 

“Sure, I’m willing to risk it.”

“Hey, Hey.” The part-timer around your shoulder chimes in, seeming not to want to be left out, “What about me?”

“Well, what do you want?” You start, seeming nonchalant as the male looks you up and down quickly. Upon the second take, something catches his eye. 

“That watch. That's the upcoming model right?” He says, taking his free hand to touch your smart watch. A model that wasn’t even on the market yet, but your father had somehow gotten ahold of and had given to you due to your grades this past semester.

“Yes,” You answer, bringing your wrist up higher so as to allow the male to look.

“I want that.” He says, the after smell of smoke from his breath wafting on your face as he grinned excitedly down at the object.

“Same bet?” 

He nods excitedly in response and you bring your hand out, shaking it with his to signal the bet was confirmed.

Soon more part-timers begin to chime in, all interested in the chance of possibly owning one of the items you had on your appearance. One even pressing up close behind you suddenly, causing you to come to a screeching halt, to see if you two had the same shoe size.

“You a 26?” He asks as he squints down at the slightly beat up pair of blue shoes you were wearing.

“25.5”

“Shit.”

“But, I think the pair I have in my bag are 26. They were a little big–”

Without another word, you hear the sound of your bag opening up. Okay, maybe you bit off more than you could chew. Especially as suddenly more part-timers and even some full-timers approach, the others telling them about the betting situation that was currently happening.

“Hey. Hey! Hey!” 

Everyone came to a screeching halt as someone’s angry voice echoed across the crowd. The crowd of students seemed to break apart like the sea as this boy came through.

Shaggy black hair with a blue bandana; a black tight tank covered by a blue checkered flannel and an intricate blue and white baseball jacket; and a pair of ripped blue jeans. This boy…

“What did I tell you guys?” He asks, a blank expression on his face as he looks amongst the crowd of his peers. However as everyone stays silent, he repeats again this time slightly more aggressively, “What did I fucking say?” 

He picks up a can and throws it across the yard in frustration as he looks around. Very much annoyed with his classmates. 

This boy…

“We agreed I would go out to greet the team! Go…” He crouches down and then jumps up with a big leap with his arms up, “Ja Jang! And then everyone would come out and do their thing! I told you guys this!” 

This boy…

…you have absolutely no damn clue who he is. 

It might have been a good time to realize that one of the major flaws of your soulmate mark is you can’t see the face of your soulmate, hear their voice nor get any indication of their name while gazing through their view.

  So, while to you, there are plenty of boys here who could be your soulmate but, to him, there was only one girl on the entirety of the incoming baseball team that could be his.

“Hey. Hey.” The boy barks out once more, seeming to finally notice your group. As he makes his way over he shoos the boys away as if they were flies. The more tougher ones that wouldn’t easily let go and part from your stuff, he kicked them in the side or kneecap. Forcibly making them scatter in fear. All the while cursing them out under his breath, “Fucking Assholes.”

“Ah—“ You are caught off guard as the boy, now likely older than you now that you see him up close, suddenly puts all your stuff back in its places in your bag, zips it up and finally grabs your shoulders from behind. Beginning to steer you away from the crowd around. 

“Okay, resume.” is all he says as he continues to wobble his way through the crowd with you as if he didn’t completely disrupt everything.

Though that wouldn’t settle for one person. 

“Murayama!”

“Not now Todoroki-Chan,” The male yells back nonchalantly as a man with glasses, one you recognize quite well, begins to follow after you two. However, before Todoroki can say something once more, Murayama brings you inside the building and shuts the door in the other’s face. Locking the door before sticking his tongue out and continuing his way as the full-timer begins to pound on the door. This time taking you by the hand instead of your shoulders now that you two were alone in the hallways.

“Wha—“

As if nothing had happened, the loud yelling and chaos resumes from outside. Echoing throughout the halls of the concrete building, making you wince at the volume. Though you quickly unfocus from the noise as you notice your surroundings. Eerily knowing exactly where you were going in these chaotic halls of Oya. 

“The gym?” You can’t help but mumble, “You’re taking me to the gym?”

Was that where your soulmate was? He did seem to hang out there a lot from what you saw in his view. Was this guy one of his friends? Or maybe a rival? 

You quickly cross that thought out from your mind as quickly as it came. You would have seen the male in front of you known as Murayama before. So, he was of no acquaintance with your soulmate. 

“Oh? You know this place pretty well.” Murayama says as he leans down to look you in the eyes as he begins to walk backwards into the gym. Seeming smug about what he was saying as he tucks his hands in his jacket pockets. 

“Ah…” Your voice trails off as you notice no one else was in the gym right now except the two of you, “Just a lucky guess.” 

“Really?” 

You nod your head stiffly as the man stares at you in disbelief and maybe a bit of annoyance before suddenly approaching you once more. 

“Hey!” 

You grit your teeth as you are once again grabbed by the wrist and led forward. Now this guy was beginning to piss you off. You weren’t some sort of dog on a leash that he can drag around as he pleased.

“If I bring you up here—“ 

Perhaps your next choice wasn’t the best one. Quickly pulling your wrist out of his grip, you watch as the Marayama turns his head around to look back at you in confusion. However, as he does so, not even allowing him to say anything or even turn his body around fully, you sock him right in the cheek. 

Now you weren’t by any means a fighter. Not at all. That was likely your first ever punch outside of play fighting with the annoying underclassmen on the team when they got on your nerves. 

So, maybe punching a guy from Oya High wasn’t the best choice.

But… you couldn’t help yourself. You blame your soulmate for your decision on this. 

“Whoa…” The boy lets out a low whistle as he begins to stand back up to his full height. Rubbing the skin of his cheek, you could already see a bruise begin to form. Likely the only reason your swing was so hard was because of your experience as a batter. “That was one hell of a hit.”

As he playful and lazily starts hitting his cheek on the other side, you feel the urge to hit him once more. 

So you do. 

“Mmm…” As he stumbles back for a moment, he appears to think, “your left needs a little work.”

“Oh shut—“ As you go to punch him again, the man easily grabs your wrist, pushing it away and while grabbing you by the shoulders, knees you in the stomach. Though, it hardly hurts you at all and doesn’t even make you fully wince. The action nothing more than a playful act kids would do while rough housing. 

“Come on. Come on.” The boy playfully calls out as he laughs and bounces between each of his feet, his hands gesturing for you to come at him. 

This mother—

Not even hesitating, you shrug off your backpack, allowing it to fall to the ground in a loud thud and quickly coming at him. 

Though as you swing and even attempt to kick the guy, your hits landing only a couple of times as you weren’t that accurate, Murayama at most shoves or playfully attempts to punch you. Stopping his fist short of even coming in contact with you.

“Stop fucking with me!” You finally snap out, suddenly grabbing the boy by the collar and tackling him to the ground. 

As your fighting transpires to only wrestling and rolling on the ground, you begin to grow tired. Your body, not used to the excursion of fighting, already begins to feel sore as muscles you had never known about are being used for this fight. 

Your fight finally comes to an anti-climatic end as you no longer have the strength to kick nor shove the male off of you. You yell out in annoyance as he cheers. Playfully celebrating as he sits on top of you, trapping you underneath him. 

“Fuck…” You murmur, briefly closing your eyes in frustration. However as you do so, you flinch as you see yourself punch yourself across the cheek. 

Wait, yourself? 

You snap your eyes open as it suddenly hits you. That wasn’t yourself, that was you hitting your soulmate. 

“You— You—“ You begin to sputter as you lean up onto your elbows to gaze at the man on top of you, “You're my soulmate?”

“Huh?” He says, caught off guard by your question, “I’m hurt. You don’t recognize this face?”

As he gestures in what you guess was supposed to be a “kawaii" way to his bruised and busted face, you can’t help but reach up and pull at his nose in annoyance. 

“Ow, Ow.” He curses as he tries to escape your grasps. 

“You know very well that's not how our bond works, idiot.”

As Murayama finally escapes, he rubs the edge of his nose, “Yeah but–”

He gestures to the rest of him, “You must recognize all of this.”

Sadly, the gesture wasn’t all that innocent as you see the slight wiggle of his eyebrows as he gestures to the lower part of him. You really wanted to punch him again if it weren’t for the fact your knuckles hurt so badly, “freaking pervert.”

“We all have needs– Ah.” Murayama suddenly stops short once he realizes something, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Yeah you don’t, Mur.a.ya.ma.” You say, purposely pronouncing each character of his name.

“Well,” Murayama grins as he finally gets off of you and sits crossed legged in front of you patiently as you fully sit up as well. He reaches out his hands and takes one of yours, shaking it, “Murayama Yoshiki. I’m 22 so I’m probably your senior, right?”

“Yeah, you are… Senpai. I’m 18 right now,” You let out, a little awkwardly as the man bows slightly to you and you return it back. Telling him your name as well.

“Oh, drop the horrifics, it’s a pain in the ass. You are counted as an adult now anyways,” You nod your head, understanding he was talking about the legal adult age in Japan being changed from 20 to 18 this past April, “Lucky! I had to wait two more years than you before I could be considered one.”

You nod your head once more. Allowing silence to overtake you two. You didn’t expect your first meeting with your soulmate to go like this. It was pretty awkward. Though, you weren’t quite sure what to say. You two didn’t really have much in common. He was an adventurous, rebellious guy and you were a boring student. Hell, you weren’t even sure if he liked baseball.

“Ah– Sorry.” You finally speak up, a bit shy as you slip your hand out from his grasps, bowing slightly, “It must have been a bit boring watching me at times.”

“Huh? Wha—“ You are caught off guard as he cranes his neck to look at your face while you are bowing. Instantly making you sit back up as he got too close for your liking, “Boring? Boring?”

“Ah. Yes.” You hummed, caught off guard by his loud question and bewildered expression.

“Hey.” Murayama says. Suddenly serious as he slaps your shoulder, “You aren’t boring.”

“I’m… not?”

“No. No. No way.” He says, a blank look on his face, “you are always doing something. Hmmm, A bit too much at times actually.”

“But…” You are a bit taken aback by his statement, “It’s nothing really exciting.”

“No. No.” Murayama denies, seeming to think for a moment, “hmm… ah! Your English classes! You do a lot of those. I would have failed and retaken a class if it weren’t for you.”

“Yeah, but that’s not fun,” You rebut instantly, huffing in annoyance as he tries to make you feel better about your boring life.

“Well,” He gets on his feet and crouches down in front of you, “what do you consider fun?”

“Ah—“ You pause for a brief moment before answering, “Baseball.”

“Ah… Hmm.” You watch with amusement as suddenly Murayama gets up and walks away. In a couple of minutes, he places four traffic cones around the area to what you believe are meant to represent bases and a pile of rags in the middle to be the pitchers mound. He gets on the mound and points at you with a baseball in hand. 

“Visualize it.” He says blankly before suddenly getting loud, almost like an announcer, with his next words, “Bottom of the 12th and the lovely, most tremendous, earth shatteringly gorgeous–”

“Okay, just get to it, lover boy.” You scoff, grabbing your bat from your bag and rolling your eyes at Murayama. Deciding to play along with his antics. Though he only blows you a kiss in response.

“--is up to bat. With her team one point behind and two outs, will. She. Do. This?”

You roll your eyes but follow along by standing on home plate and get ready to be up to bat. All the while Murayama pretends to be the fans in the crowd by screaming your name.

As you lift an eyebrow at him and get ready, Murayama responds by sending you a wink and pitching. Technically, you could have easily hit a homerun with Murayama’s pitch. He was a good pitcher but not as fast as the guys you practiced with everyday. 

But, that wouldn’t have been as fun.

“Ah and she bunts it!” Murayama screams as he sees you tap it with your bat and run. Quickly scrambling off the mound to grab it. As you whisk by first base, you hear his hammering footsteps behind you.

“First! Second! Third! Can she make it home?” You hear him yell behind you as you see homebase just in sight. Almost tasting victory.

However, just as you take a step to go skid into the cone, you feel two arms slink over your waist. Making you squeal as you are picked up and Murayama crashes you two in a pile of soda and beer cans nearby. Him on the bottom to make sure you don’t land on the ground with a thud.

As you laugh out loud, he continues his commentary, “Oh my god! A major upset has taken place! The best batter on the team is stop by–” 

He stands up and screams to the sky, “Murayama Yoshiki from Oya High! The best fighter and pitcher to ever exist!”

Your stomach begins to hurt from laughter as you watch in bewilderment at the man in front of you who begins to pose and wave as if a crowd was there. 

“And what does the loser have to say about this?” He asks, sticking out his hand as if he was holding the microphone.

“Hmmm…” You pause and think for a moment. That is until an idea suddenly pops into mind, “I would agree. He’s pretty great.”

“Oh? Complimenting the enemy now are we?”

“Yeah, I mean he is a good fighter, the best at Oya High.”

Murayama takes a seat in front of you with a grin, your knees slightly touching, “yeah?”

“And, he has a good pitch. A bit of a handsome fella as well”

“Hah? A bit?” He exaggerates, acting hurt. Popping up onto his toes as he comes closer to stare at you. A bit of a pout forming on his blank face.

“Okay, okay.” You give a playful shove to his chest, almost making Murayama fall over backwards though he catches himself as he swings his arms to stay balanced, “Maybe more than a bit.”

As Murayama gives up on catching himself and falls onto his behind, sending you a glare. 

“Okay. He’s very handsome.” You finally admit with a laugh as you slightly slide forward so your legs are on either side of his bent knees. Allowing you to wrap your arms around his legs and rest chin on his knees as you look at him, “I’m very lucky to have Murayama Yoshiki, Part-timer and an amazing fighter, from Oya High as my soulmate.” 

“Ah. You sap.” He says as he sits up, bringing up a hand to lightly mess with your hair. As you slap it away with a small giggle, the male extends his legs, sliding them under yours so your thighs are practically resting on top of his. You let out a relaxing sigh as Murayama wraps his arms around your shoulders and rests his chin on top of your head, “I guess I am pretty amazing–”

“Murayama!”

The blank expression on Murayama’s face returns as the part-timers begin to slowly flood the gym. Some taking seats by areas in the rumble, not sparing you a glance, while others stare at you while they pass. To which Murayama quickly unwraps from you to throw a can in their direction to get them to knock it off with the stares.

“You guys couldn’t have taken longer?” Murayama says with a sigh. Falling backward so he was laying down as Furuya and Seki approached him. 

“The cowards drove off the first chance they got,” Furuya responds, taking a seat on a broken chair nearby. Though as soon as he notices you, he turns his attention away from Murayama, “So, about those bats…”

“Hey.” Before you can even respond, Murayama is quickly on his case. Actually he was on the whole rooms’ case. “Announcement! Hey! Everyone listen up.”

As he stands up and claps his hand to grab everyone’s attention, he makes his way to the top of the pile of rumble nearby. Getting the high ground so everyone was watching him.

“See this.” You can’t help but scoff as he points at you, “This is mine. You touch it,”

He sticks a finger out and drags it across everyone in the room while staring them in the eyes, “I’ll break your fucking face in.” 

Silence falls upon the room at Murayama’s words. However, it doesn’t last very long before Seki says something.

“Ah, Murayama-Sama found his before me! Now I'm all alone.” Seki yells, falling to his knees in what looked like despair. 

“Hey, Hey, what in the world are you going on about,” Furuya starts, hitting the male in the back of the head, “Murayama is the only one to find his soulmate out of this bunch. You’re acting like you’ll be forced to be the third wheel.” 

“Yeah but hanging out with you guys…”

“Hey. Hey. What the hell is that supposed to mean?” 

As Furuya and a couple of other part-timers begin to shove Seki, you watch as Murayama gets down from the rubble. Nearly tripping along the way before stopping in front of you.

With a slight smirk on his face, Murayama sticks out his hand to you and, as soon as you hear the first slap of a punch go off in the background when you interlocked your hand in his…

…you knew your life would never be boring again. Ever. 

Especially if Murayama had any say in it.

#high and low #high & low #high&low #high&low the story of sword #high and low fic #murayama yoshiki #murayama x reader #high and low murayama #high and low x reader #soulmate au #h&l

[frankencanon]

Another AU where the DonQuixote Brothers get to be Happy and Hale

Teenage Doflamingo gets caught and arrested by Tsuru whilst he is still young enough that the marines think—or can be convinced to think—that he can potentially be rehabilitated...

Doflamingo himself is of course entirely against this plan and is fighting Tsuru and Sengoku every step of the way.

But eventually Sengoku manages to drag Doffy home with him, telling him that he'll be staying with him as part of a very special, tailored specifically to him, rehabilitation plan.

Doffy thinks ew, gross and continues to struggle against him all the way up until they get to the front door and there is a young marine standing there, tall and blonde and about Doffy's age, maybe a little younger.

Wait, hold up.

When the eerily familiar marine spots them approaching his entire being lights up, from his face to his body language—he's practically glowing.

"Doffy!" He cries out, and. Wait. Wait wait wait.

Hold up. Wha—?!

"...Rosinante?!"

"I'm so happy! Dad spent years looking for you—sorry, Sengoku—and I was worried something happened to you! You have no idea how happy I was when I saw your wanted poster!"

"..."

"I mean," he chuckles sheepishly, "I wasn't exactly psyched to discover you were a pirate, but... Honestly, I was too busy rejoicing over the fact that you were alive to even bother caring about any of that."

"..."

"I, uh... I convinced Da—Sengoku to try, uh, rehabilitating you instead of just sending you to Impel Down or something..."

"..."

"...Doffy, please... Please say something?"

"...you're alive, Rosi?"

The marine—Rosi?—stuttered, eyes widening. "I—yes, Doffy, I'm... Sengoku found me, some time after you left, and he took me in... He promised me he'd try to find you too, but he searched the North Blue for years and he couldn't find you anywhere... Not until recently, at least, when word started to spread about the DonQuixote Pirates..."

Doflamingo blinked, continuing to stare. "That...was you?"

"Eh?"

"The marines, everywhere... They'd seemed like they were...searching for something... Searching...for me?"

"You—" Rosi stumbled, "You saw them?! Then why...?"

"They were marines, Rosi," Doflamingo said, as if that explained everything. And...it kind of did? Because of course he ran from the marines; He'd just shot his father full of lead, spent a month carrying around his disembodied head, and was now traveling with established criminals twice his age.

Of course he ran, of course they ran, when they saw marines sweeping the streets, obsessively searching for something—or someone, rather.

And how would Doflamingo have known? It's not like Sengoku and Tsuru were going around advertising that they were looking for a ten year old Celestial Dragon child—that would've put Doffy in even more danger.

Even just admitting to be looking for a blonde male child with an eye injury would run the risk of having unsavory characters also searching him out, once they knew that the marines wanted him—either to use him, assuming he had some sort of talent or ability that made him valuable, or as a bargaining chip to blackmail the marines.

Off to the side, Sengoku groaned, covering his face, while Tsuru tsk'ed, frustrated. No wonder they'd never found the kid—he had literally been running from them the whole time.

But while the marines present were still stuck on that fact, Doffy was glancing around at their location. "So, why...?"

"Oh!" Rosinante startled, "This is our house. As part of your rehabilitation program you'll be living here with Da—with Sengoku and I."

"With...you?"

"Yes! Just like when we were kids, Doffy!"

"..."

"Won't this be great?! I'm so excited, Doffy!"

"...yeah. Yeah, me too, Rosi."

And, oddly enough, he was.

—

OK, this was just supposed to be an idea for an AU—I got a little carried away there, but...

Please, your honor...! I just want them happy and amicable and ALIVE for god's sake...!

🦩❤️‍🔥🐦‍⬛

#donquixote brothers #donquixote rosinante #donquixote doflamingo #one piece #fanfic #fanfiction #cora san #corazon #donquixote corazon #corazón #doffy #op fanfic #one piece fic #sengoku #tsuru

[gennyanydots]

Strong people aren’t born they’re built

Platonic Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x ‘spitfire’ f!reader

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x ‘spitfire’ wife reader

Part of the ‘Spitfire Universe’

Not necessary to read Spitfire but helpful

Warning: Major angst. Slight violence (punching). Threatened violence. Verbal/Emotional child abuse mentioned. Verbal/emotional relationship abuse (not by main characters).

If anyone treats you the way this OC treats reader please, please talk to someone.

Help can be found here: www.thehotline.org

“Strong women aren’t simply born. They are made by the storms they walk through.”

It was a quiet afternoon at the Hard Deck. Now that you knew the Dagger squad was staying at Miramar you had settled in more. Your temp job had ended and sitting around all day waiting for your husband ,Jake, to get home was getting boring. Penny mentioned needing some extra help in the afternoons and evenings and you needed something to do so it seemed like a perfect fit.

A couple regulars had been in this afternoon but for the most part it was pretty empty, not that you were complaining. You’d happily spend a quiet afternoon here watching the waves outside. It was peaceful.

The work day was starting to come to a close for most people so you knew it would pick up soon. You expected to see your husband and his friends sooner rather than later.

A half an hour went by and a few more people had come in. Mostly people from out of town that stumbled upon the bar from the beach.

You heard the door open and looked up with a slight smile on your face, “Welcome to the Hard Deck!”

As soon as you laid your eyes on the person who had just walked in your smile dropped. “Tony,” you whisper to yourself.

No. He can’t be here. Your heart starts to beat faster and your breath quickens. You have to keep your head on straight or you’re going to have a panic attack. You try and breathe slower. In for four. Hold. Out for four. Hold.

The man grins and walks up to the bar, “Hello babe. Been a long time.”

You grimace, “What are you doing here?”

“I was meeting with a buddy of mine out here. It’s a nice coincidence that I ran into you.”

Your eyes quickly scan over the other patrons of the bar. Nobody you really knew. Penny wouldn’t be in for another half an hour at least.

“Nice coincidence,” you mutter.

“How’s about you get me a beer to start?Then we can talk some,” Tony says pointing at one on tap.

You nod and get it focusing only on the glass and the beer. If you don’t look at him then maybe he’s just another customer. You place it on the bar and quickly start moving down the bar.

“No sweetheart why don’t you come back here. We have so much to talk about,” he says to you.

“I….I have to check on the other customers,” you say quietly.

“They look perfectly fine and we both know I wasn’t asking,” he says with a slight growl to his voice.

You take a deep breath and shuffle back over still looking down.

“Now ,babe, can you explain to me where you’ve been? I’ve been looking for you for ages,” Tony says.

You shook your head while staring at the floor.

You were a different person before you met Jake. You hadn’t always been so assertive. You were a quiet child growing up. Loud children got into trouble. Loud children were yelled at in your house. You did everything you could to stay quiet. Meek. Just followed along with everyone else. Didn’t want to make a fuss.

Even as a teenager you still followed along with everyone else. You were more social and had started to come out of your shell but not completely yet. As high school went on, you were more and more outgoing. Outgoing meant not being at home.

You jumped at the opportunity to go to school out of state. Getting as far away as possible. You thrived in a new environment. Everything was new and exciting.

You met a boy. Tony. You fell for him. Fast. It was also new and exciting. Until it wasn’t. It started to feel a lot like what you left behind at home. You were once again walking on egg shells. You stopped smiling as much. You looked down. He controlled every aspect of your life. He told you how your friends didn’t want to spend time with you. His friends didn’t either. You embarrassed him. Whenever you would start to pull away from him, the relationship would be great again. He would treat you so nicely. You would stay. Things would go back. He would tell you your opinions were stupid. Your ideas were stupid. You were stupid. He would tell you that you needed him. You couldn’t live without him. He called you names. Belittled you. The angrier he was the meaner he would get. You knew this wasn’t okay. But he loved you. He said so. Plus he’d never hit you. You were just going through a rough patch.

You hadn’t thought of it like that. You knew she was right. If you two got married you would end up leaving him eventually. Sooner rather than later you hoped. You were already scared of him. You had to get out. Now.

So you did. You left him. You switched schools and moved. He was livid. He called you continually. You blocked his number. You blocked him on every social media you had. You blocked his friends and family members. You even went as far as blocking mutual friends who you knew still liked him enough to tell him where you moved to. You didn’t want him finding you. You knew you upset him.

Leaving gave you the strength to move on. Moving gave you the opportunity to change into who you wanted to be. Strong. Confident. You knew what you didn’t want so now you’d be able to go after what you did want. You wouldn’t let someone treat you like that. Again. You and your mother went through it at home and then you went through it again. Now it’s done. It won’t happen again.

You dated a bit and then met your sweet mama’s boy, Jake. He made you feel loved. He made you feel safe. You knew his mother would beat his ass if he even thought about treating you negatively. She told him so. She loved you like her own daughter. You told her about your childhood and your previous relationship. You had also told Jake. Not to be left out you did tell his father too. All three had decided that you were their family now. Eventually you were “officially” a part of the family but you knew even if the relationship hadn’t of lasted that his parents still have thought of you as their’s. Mr. and Mrs. Seresin were proud to call you their daughter.

Now you feel all your progress slipping away. You’re transported back into being your 21 year old self. Scared to step out of line. Scared to talk back.

“It’s cute you think you have a say,” Tony says with a smirk. “Now where have you been? You know I’ve been looking for you. I’m real upset with you.”

You nod still not looking up from the floor.

You hear the door to the Hard Deck open but you don’t look up to see who it is. You’re still trying not to panic.

“Hey Y/N,” you hear as someone approaches the bar. Bob. Bob’s here. Your shoulders sag a little in relief. You glance up at him.

“Excuse me we’re having a conversation,” Tony says angrily towards Bob.

Bob ignores him and moves down further away and calls to you, “Y/N can I get a beer?”

You nod and quickly get it for him moving farther from Tony to take it to Bob.

“Are you okay?” Bob whispers so only you can hear him. You quickly look up and back at Tony and shake your head once.

Bob nods and whispers, “Do you need him gone?”

You nod once.

“Are you safe?”

You shake your head.

“Got it,” Bob whispers and downs his beer and slides over his card to give you something to do.

You quickly go to ring him out.

“Y/N get over here!” Tony yells at you.

“Buddy I don’t know who you are but we don’t talk to people like that around here,” Bob says as he walks towards Tony.

“You’re not a part of this. I’m not your buddy. I’ll talk to her however I want,” Tony says irritation in his tone as he watches Bob come to stand next to him. Tony turns towards him.

“I was hoping you’d say something like that,” Bob says with a grin as he punches Tony then grabs him by the shirt and yanking him off his bar stool. Tony scrambles to get out of Bob’s grip but Bob has too good of a hold on him as he drags him out of the bar.

You wait as you hear yelling outside. Bob comes back inside a few minutes later with the knuckles on both of his hands busted open. You come around the bar and throw yourself in Bob’s arms with tears streaming down your face.

Bob’s arms tighten around you, “You’re safe. He’s never coming back. I promise you.” He softly pats your hair as he waits for you to calm down.

The doors open and you freeze in Bob’s arms then start pulling yourself tighter against him.

“You stealing my wife, Floyd?” You hear Jake call. You immediately look up and run to Jake throwing yourself into his arms.

Jake immediately wraps his arms around you and gives Bob a funny look. “Shh baby. I got you.”

“I gotta… I gotta get Bob some ice,” you say pulling back slightly wiping your tears away with your hands.

“I think Bob’s okay for right now, darlin’. Can you tell me what’s got you so upset?” Jake asks quietly and wipes your tears.

Jake watches as Rooster slides himself behind the bar to take over for you. Rooster’s sure to give Bob a rag filled with ice before checking on the other customers.

“He was….. he was here. And he said he was looking for me. And he was mad, Jake,” you say with your voice barely above a whisper and your eyes frantically looking around.

“And then what happened?” Jake asks you quietly. “Is he still here?”

“No. Bob took him outside. I don’t know what happened,” you said pointing to Bob.

Jake’s eyes shift to Bob and hears him say, “I handled it. He will not be coming back.”

Jake nods once and pulls you tighter against him, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here, baby, but I’m glad Bob took care of you.”

“Always ready to for one of our own,” Bob says. “Plus you already took care of my girl. I gotta return the favor.”

“We’re all always ready but she wasn’t your girl then,” Jake says.

“Doesn’t make me any less grateful,” Bob says with a shrug.

Penny comes out from the back ,clearly coming in from the back entrance, and looks over at her bartender in Jake’s arms. Rooster quickly leans down and whispers in her ear and she nods waving at Jake to go.

He nods back, “How bout I take you home, darlin’?”

“But my shift,” you say looking back towards the bar.

“I got it, Y/N. You let Jake take care of you and the baby,” Penny says. “Plus Rooster said he’s filling in for you.”

“I did?” Rooster asks and Penny elbows him. “I did. I got it. You go home. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”

“Thanks, Penny. Thank you, Rooster,” you say with a slight smile. You pull back from Jake’s arms and walk over to Bob and hug him again. “Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” You lean up and kiss his cheek and walk back over to Jake.

“Thankfully you’ll never have to,” Bob says with a smile.

Jake leads you outside to his truck and helps you in.

“I’m buying you whatever you want for dinner,” he says to you.

“Even Texas Roadhouse and then Applebees for dessert?!” You ask excitedly.

Jake grimaces, “I don’t know how the great state of Texas lets that restaurant get away with using it’s name but to make you smile I’ll take you anywhere.”

You smile and lean over and kiss Jake, “You’re the best.”

Jake chuckles, “I know.”

——————

Back at the Hard Deck Rooster hands Bob a beer, “So what happened?”

“I don’t know who he was but he made her uncomfortable and made her feel unsafe. So I punched him and dragged him outside. Then I made sure he felt unsafe. Told him he would continue to be unsafe if he was ever in the same state as her ever again. He high tailed it out of here,” Bob explained with a chuckle.

“How unsafe we talking?” Rooster asks.

“Umm well I threatened his ability to father children,” Bob says with a small chuckle. “His eyes got real big and he was scared.”

Rooster high fives him, “You’re not paying for drinks tonight. Penny said you’re a hero.”

Bob shrugs, “Not a hero but I’ll take the free drinks. I was just taking out the trash.”

#jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #spitfire universe #Jake hangman Seresin x reader #hangman x female!reader

[celaenaeiln]

I know your blog is Batman centric but like, do you have any thoughts on Kara never being allowed to go past teenager? Because I feel like she really should've been allowed to grow up and be in an age range that's like, between Dick and Babs instead of being Dick's age, then Jason's age, then Tim's age... (Raven and by extension Gar got a similar, perhaps worse treatment too but I'll die before I accept anything other than her being Dick's age and him being only a few years younger than them)

oh my gosh Raven can not be anything other Dick's age, that's just too weird. It's so awkward even thinking about her deaging. But raven being Dick's age is also the most fitting because of her character and personality. Gar should also grow because yes, he has a youthful personality but also he's mature enough to be fun and experienced.

Kara though, I'm actually okay with her being deaged only because it seems to suit her for some reason. Like Gar and Raven are a hard no. It's like deaging Dick and Kori constantly but Kara just has that ever-present teenager life sort of thing. I like reading about her being the same age as Stephanie because it feels like they were always meant to stay that age. I can see Kara getting slightly older but I can't imagine her middle-aged at all 😭😭. Maybe I'm used to the other Titans being grown up because of the Titans Academy comic but not kara. For me she should stay at Tim's age but still keep her experiences from Dick's age. Immortality maybe?? 😂😂 Absolutely should not be aged down any lower than that because her at Damian's age is just unthinkable. On second thought maybe she should stay at Dick's age because I love her teenager type personality but I can also see her being mature and grown up. Leading other supers and taking care of them and being a symbol of hope like the rest of the Superfam family. She would've been a GREAT mentor to Cassie. Yeah, I change my mind. She definitely should have aged up with Dick. I think we missed out on a lot of fantastic interactions with her and the other supergirls because DC kept aging her down into a perpetual state of "I trying to learn about myself" forever :'( We missed out on so many Donna and Kara interactions!

#raven #garfield logan #kara danvers #supergirl #dick grayson #donna troy #nightwing #dc titans #wonder girl #titans as family #cl lurkinginmyboots asks #cl asks #thanks for the ask!

[kuwajima]

I see writers do different perspectives so im curious as to urs

Do u see Zenitsu as the shameless pervert type or the woman respecter type

I’m personally the latter but I’ve seen different ways he’s written

I love this question! Also sorry if there are typos, I’m replying to this at work lol

I don’t think he’s a pervert. The anime certainly plays up his “creepiness” towards girls but overall he doesn’t really exhibit really perverted traits. I think he likes girls a lot, is easily manipulated by girls, and lacks a lot of social skills that would allow an average person to not act like that.

I think the main reason I don’t think he’s a pervert is because Zenitsu’s behavior doesn’t seem to be sexually driven. Not that he isn’t sexually attracted to women (he’s a teenager boy and clearly likes girls) but he’s very specifically looking for a wife and to live a normal life. We know he was taken advantage of by girls over and over again (presumably at an incredibly young age!) with seemingly no reward on his end (he didn’t even hold their hands!) and yet he kept doing it! This happened multiple times before Jigoro found him! On a conservative estimation, that’s 7 “girlfriends” by age 14, but honestly I think Jigoro rescued him at a younger age (there’s no way he learned all that and also got struck by lighting. There had to be some down time…also I’m writing a fic about that down time lol)

Anyway, I get the impression that Zenitsu believes he is expected to get married and thinks that it will resolve a lot of his internal problems if he can behave like a normal person and live a normal life. But as an orphan, he doesn’t really understand what a typical family or married couple looks like, it’s all based on perception or stories. Zenitsu craves affection and stability and honestly, why wouldn’t marriage be the best way to achieve that? I think a lot of the behavior is because he doesn’t really understand how he’s supposed to act and doesn’t realize how is is coming across in the moment. Zenitsu knows people don’t like him, but also doesn’t seem to be able to stop his reactions. Despite being perhaps the most socialized of his friend group, although he understands what is considered polite or acceptable he can’t actually adhere to those guidelines himself. Sorry, this is now a tangent about my perception of Zenitsu’s behavioral issues. I actually did touch on this in the second chapter of my Zenitsu character study! Jigoro asks why Zenitsu wants a girlfriend and he answers in a childish way about wanting to hold her hand and live in a house with her.

He does respect women though. He has a beef with Daki because she hurt a girl! There are also zero scenes of him ogling women while undercover at a literal brothel (he does get flustered when they first arrive to the city, but again it doesn’t seem like he’s sexually excited, he’s flustered about seeing beautiful girls and runs off because he’s overwhelmed) which they easily could have added if they wanted to. But they didn’t, because he’s overall very respectful towards girls. Especially after deciding that he likes Nezuko (who he likes because she is pretty and because Tanjiro describes her as being kind, kinder than any girl Zenitsu has “dated.”) In the light novel, he also fully respects when a girl he thought was into him was clearly involved in someone else. He understands that he misinterpreted her behavior towards him and wishes her the best in her relationship. He doesn’t seem to hold any ill will towards his ex-girlfriend either. The anime has him attempting to flirt with Aoi occasionally (although she is canonically the only type of girl Zenitsu doesn’t like) which I think it intended for laughs but idk if it’s very effective. He really does seem singularly focused on Nezuko in the manga (and according to the light novels, there are plenty of Corp Members who fantasize about having another Corp Member as their girlfriend, to the point that it doesn’t seem weird that he talks about Nezuko “waiting for him,” although the other members don’t think she’s a real girl at all)

IN SUMMARY I think Zenitsu likes girls in a perfectly normal, affection-starved teenage way, but he lacks emotional regulation which makes him seem off-putting. But he’s not perverted, he’s just enthusiastic and we’re used to having perverted anime men in shonen and just expect him to fall into that category despite his behavior not really matching that trope.

I would also argue that he cannot be a shameless pervert because he clearly feels a lot of shame, very often lol

#sorry this is long I have a lot of thoughts about Zenitsu

[shit-taster-connoisseur]

fav ship / character and least fav ship / character? 🙏🙏🙏

favorite ship:

who couldve seen this coming?/j

read more as it's just me taking any excuse to yap BDJD

honestly, how talk abt them to friends sometimes arent my actual characterizations of their dynamic/relationship. But really they're spinning in my head like a microwave everyday, so my interpretation of them of them generally change depending on settings, aus, or just my mood.

The thing that draws me to them is the fact that Fanny seems like a loyal solider(quite literally), but to where she'd definitely throw herself off a cliff for her leader/command(for rachel only really.) Meanwhile Rachel is pretty oblivious to the length Fanny would go for her – and visa versa. They're devoted to each other, yet are scared to repair their fractured friendship at the same time(mostly on fanny's side).

Honestly idk how to explain it xjsb

also the fact Fanny was Rachel's runner up for her GOT fuels me everyday, cause besides this moment, we don't really get too many moments where rachel isn't pissed at fanny for reasons.

could just be her being harsh as it comes with a leader, cause welp, fanny does fuck up a lot. But with these interactions you'd think Rachel wouldve considered ANYBODY else – besides nigel – for her second choice. so 1000000000% rachel had to have ALOT of trust in Fanny to place her as a second in command of an entire global organization, despite her trackrecord of botched missions(which, honestly i believe is why Nigel had been Rachel's first choice, because while nigel had seen mostly sucess in his teams' mission, fanny had gotten the short end of the stick and just faces failure after failure from what we've seen.)

uhhh anyways!! Fanny fell first(unknowingly) amd by the time they become teenagers, Rachel ends up falling harder and depressingly misses her GOT while she's suffering in TND orientation.

TLDR: a shitty anaylsis(barely) on how loyal moonbabes are to one another and they have trust!! I'm not normal about them

If ur curious abt my ranking for ships than here ya go:

1. Moonbabes

2. Lizzie/10

3. Wally/Kuki

4. Kuki/Fanny(or alternatively; Fanny/Kuki/Rachel)

Favorite character?

It's technically split down the middle between Rachel and Fanny, but my focus usually flipflops. So this week we got:

1. Rachel

2. Fanny

3. Chad

4. Cree

5. Negative 362 and Negative 86

Rachel: for reasons, honestly, I loved her since i was a kid. There's a lot to disect about her, and i love that, love her position, her personality, the kind of the role she plays, etc etc idk how to explain any of jt, or the specfics so you get this short ass summary instead

-also headcanon: her relationship with Harvey is rather strained, so Rachel tries to make it up to him by favoring him when it comes to mission assignments when he joined the KND, he also struggles to get her approval by completing them

Fanny: ashamed to admit, i cannot sit through a fanny episode withoht needing to pause and pace around – but like rachel, i like pretty much everything about her, she's interesing to disect as so much of her background is left up for interpretation. Like why did ahe join ths decommissioning squad? Why is she the way she is? Because of the decom squad or her time as a nurse, or just life in general bxns?

-headcanon: Her real name is Francine, and Fanny's a nickname because she thought it sounded less mature and didnt put too much thought in it's meaning in Ireland cuz she didnt live there that long (also her mother didnt have the heart to sit her down and explain it to her at her young age)

other global ops dont bat an eye to it, unfortunately Irish operatives cringe everytime they hear her name.

3. Chad is a loser. A failure. And i love him for that/j but actually, his entire character is interesting, and so much is left in the air for me to dig my teeth into and make up shit for him. One major headcanon i've convinced myself of for him is that he's related to rachel/harvey (cousins???)

-another hc: he's on the aromatic spectrum(shout to friend Amber for the idea cmdb)

4. Cree love her. I can forgive a woman of her crimes always xmsn one reason she's high up on the my list this week is she's interesting(duh), but like all the others she has so much character/info on her but little bits not filled to where i can just make up shit- canonically, i love her role, hsr character, she's an amazing villian/antagonist steals the show everytime - i'd pay warburton with my own money to write what she was like as a KND operative, she is quite skilled from the bits we've witnessed in flashbacks and in the present. One thing that runs through my mind is that Warburton in a Q&A, hinted that Cree probably wouldnt have scouted by the TND, that she was already trekking on a dark path while in the KND. BSJDB

-Headcanon: her and chad and steve have nights where they just hangs out and they watch stuff on Adult Swim. She probably likes South park

5. -362 and -86, got nothing to abt thene beyond they're silly(and possibly evil)

Least favorite Character/Ship

To be honest, i got no hate towards any of the characters in KND, they're all really interesting in their own way.

If i had make a tier list tho-

He'd be at the bottom. Only because he'd definitely call me a slur/j

And for ships, i'm not a multi shipper but i'm neutral to most.

tho fanny x a man will kill me, Cuz man, idk how you can look me straight in the eyes and tell me she's not lesbian,

Just LOOK AT HER

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Thank you for the ask!!

#knd #kids next door #moonbabes #cree lincoln #chad dickson #rachel mckenzie #fanny fulbright #six's thingies

[cringecompanionapologist]

Some Interesting Stuff About the Development of Turlough

I was seriously tempted to call this post "Vis-lore Turlough". I am so fucking normal.

Anyway, I found a website via the TARDIS wiki that goes into detail about the concepts behind and making of Doctor Who episodes. For Mawdryn Undead, this means a discussion of how the character of Turlough was developed.

It started with JNT and Adric not going according to his vision. He was supposed to be a companion you couldn't quite trust, but that didn't really work with him, so it was decided that they'd try the idea again.

Honestly, the "untrustworthy" thing didn't work with Adric because of his age. He had an innocent vibe to him and tended to work best when the fact that he was just a kid trying his best was emphasized.

He'd often sort of go rogue, trying to save the day in his own way, often with some lying and stealing involved, but this seemed to confuse people. Adric became infamous for taking the villain's side, something he only did once. He pretended to take the villain's side in two other stories, but it was a fake-out. In Kinda, since the villain he pretends to side with is obviously insane, the fake-out is also quite obvious. I've seen reviews of State of Decay that don't seem to understand that Adric was supposed to be faking, however. There was also Castrovalva, where Adric was forced to work with the Master, and there's a scene or two where he pretends to cooperate willingly, but it doesn't last very long and it's always clearly a fake-out. Honestly, Adric is actually a pretty bad liar. I'm not sure if he was supposed to come across that way, but it's what we got.

Turlough was an attempt to start over and try the idea again, but with a clear story arc behind it that would make the writers keep that element consistent. Notably, for a character meant as a replacement for Adric, and a character who'd later be introduced as a schoolboy, the original plan for Turlough doesn't seem to specify his age. He's an alien working for the Black Guardian.

Unlike Adric, Turlough wasn't really meant to be a teenager. He originally wasn't going to be introduced as a schoolboy at all. The planned third story of season 20, where he'd be introduced, was The Song of the Space Whale, but the story fell through, eventually ending up as a Lost Story audio with 6 and Peri.

Since this was a last minute change, Turlough wasn't actually aged down. According to Mark Strickson, Turlough is supposed to look like he doesn't belong in the setting, and one of the ways he doesn't belong is by being obviously too old. It's never directly explained to the audience that Turlough is older than he was pretending to be, though it is implied. When given Adric's old room, he complains about it looking like a child's room, because he's had enough of children. So, the clearest answer we get to Turlough's age is "older than Adric".

Having Turlough be a bit older makes the more morally ambiguous part of his character seem more convincing. He's also given a more clear motivation for it. Adric had kinda sorta been an outsider on his homeworld who learned to steal things, but he stole because his big brother did. Adric sort of latched on to any role model he found, so simply traveling with the Doctor would change his moral attitudes to better match him. He's still young enough that his worldview is shaped by adults. Turlough is old enough that, even if he respects and admires someone, he's developed his own view of the universe through his own experiences with it.

Another reoccurring point in Mark Strickson interviews is that he wanted Turlough to be more independent than most companions. He's from an advanced civilization, so he knows how all the tech works. He's familiar with alien species. He doesn't need the Doctor to explain everything to him. But, the show kind of forced the companions into a simplistic role. JNT believed that at the end of the day, the companions were there to ask "what's happening, Doctor?" even in situations where they should definitely already know. They had to stand in for not only an audience of ordinary humans, but an audience primarily of children, so even things that a regular human adult could figure out would sometimes have to be spelled out to them.

Janet Fielding also had a problem with this for feminist reasons. Tegan wasn't supposed to be stupid. This led to a period of time where everyone was going rogue. You had two actors playing their companions as intelligent, independent adults when the script needed the opposite.

I'm calling attention to this because I think it's interesting that this was happening with Five's companions specifically. Five's main fandom characterization is as a dad with all these adopted queer youths. Five does often act like that, but it would be interesting to really look at that in the context of companions that probably wouldn't want to be treated that way. Adric and Nyssa were both introduced as teenagers, though Nyssa seemed to grow up over time. They sort of were his adopted children.

But, Tegan and Turlough enter the TARDIS as adults. The actors' frustrations could actually fit in-character. Tegan feels like she's being talked down to because she's a woman and Turlough had to pass himself off as a schoolboy but is sick of it. Why he doesn't change out of his damn uniform makes no sense with this in-universe. Out of universe, 80s Doctor Who characters were often given limited selections of outfits so they'd be more recognizable. In Turlough's case, he was dressed in black to contrast with the Doctor's white and beige and Tegan's more bold colors. It represented the personality of each character: The Doctor is mild-mannered, Tegan is bold and tends to stand out, Turlough is somber and cynical.

So, over time, Five's companions grow up. Nyssa is with him long enough that she literally comes of age while traveling with him. With Adric and Nyssa gone, we're left with Tegan and Turlough as two adult companions. Five spent years alone with Nyssa, basically acting as her adoptive father, raising her to adulthood, when she decides to leave home. He's not sure how to relate to his companions as adults. They haven't been in quite a while.

In comparing 5's companions to older companions, Adric and Nyssa are more like Susan or Zoe, very smart, but still kids. Tegan is more like Sarah Jane, limited in scientific knowledge by being a 20th century woman, but still clever and not fond of being talked down to. Turlough is more like Romana, another intelligent alien that the Doctor could communicate with as an equal. At least, that's how I would've thought of it if I'd been given these characters

This has devolved into rambling now. I just wanted to analyze 5's companions and "dad" status. I've run out of things to say.

#fifth doctor #vislor turlough #tegan jovanka #five and his kids and his grown ups