#yes i’m having a ✨breakdown✨

[thedeadthree]

LIOSLAITH eladrin necromancer; fawn of the feywild (dnd)

the hot one: You're that one hunk that EVERYONE has a crush on. Your wit and charm is known to make fangirls faint, and half of the entire fandom's thirst posts are about you. You could eat a cookie and everyone would lose their shit. Congrats, dude.

LHYSA the bane of rulers; the assassin (the witcher/dai)

morally grey: You helped the hero's once, but only for money. And you sold them out later, but only to save your daughter (twin brother) from slavers (certain death by witch hunters, the wild hunt, the chantry). Your actions and motives are constantly contradicting, with no end in sight. Twitter and Reddit are divided in very different ways. Tumblr wants to eat you raw.

AYRENN the painted phoenix of plaithus (the exile)

should have been the villain: You're a good guy, but you shouldn't have been. Your appearance, your skillset, your backstory, it would have been perfect. But no, they had to make you a hero. I guess you were just too good to be true. You will always be a villain in our hearts.

RULES:

make your oc in this picrew.

take this uquiz to find out what the fandom would think of you if you were a fictional character.

my beloveds @confidentandgood, @blackreaches, @shellibisshe, @risingsh0t, @leviiackrman, @spectorss, @adelaidedrubman and @marivenah tagged me to do this cutest quiz + picrew tag! ty so much!

tagging: @griffin-wood, @saintsilver, @florbelles, @arklay, @steelport, @belorage, @lustyargonianmaid, @flyntz, @celticwoman, @blissfulalchemist, @aceghosts, @trinnaeste, @heroofpenamstan, @shadowglens, @nokstella, @yennas, @loriane-elmuerto. @jackiesarch, @manghhos, @aelyosos, @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @rosebarsoap and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🌿💚 #and if you’ve done this already as always please feel free to ignore 🤍 and if i missed you please take this as ur tag! #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: lhysa #oc: ayrenn urthemiel #alas ​the links are also being funky ✨🤧 #even uquiz thinks ur morally questionable lhysa ✨🥴 #eredin LOATHESS faron jsjxjxh yes that is his son YEA that also means lhysa is his daughter and yes faron is a thorn at his side ✨🥴 #that aen saevherne son of his is a royal PAIN i tell you sjzjhx #alyssa I’m having a BREAKDOWN over ayrenns? #GODD the way that this sounds like her mom and the overseer? and what she tells herself? IM FINE THIS IS FINE. #TAKES ME OUT AT THE KNEES LET ME TELL YOU ✨🤧 #introducing lio! my dear eladrin noble necromancer ✨😌 #i am SO excited for the party to get to know her in saturday ✨🥺 I ADOREE HER A NORMAL AMOUNT #its her summer and winter forms! beloved dearest dear girl! 🌿🌲❄️🌨 #a k*nife fit her the best bc ✨necromancy✨ u know? #(ngl maybe ill throw her into baldurs gate and pathfinder….. maybe guild wars.. IM OBSESSED WITH HER LISTENN) #i mean i totally agree uquiz she could so much as BREATHE and i would! i support her in all her endeavors! #THE WAY ALL OF THEM HAVE 🔪 im yelling! peak cute but could k*ll u ajjzjzhx ✨😌 #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #TY DEARS FOR THE TAG 🤍🥺 this was the cutest to do for them! and to introduce lio! #hmmm maybe I’ll give her a daughter ✨🥺 IVE BEEN THINKINGG.. especially since she’s got a linked verse now? maybe w/i*sengrim?

[idle-daydreams]

HEHEHE what a about possessive yandere starters. "Where do you think you're going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only" Dazai or Chuuya! Or Fyodor It's up to you! Thank you for taking my request I love your works!😌✨✨

I chose Fyodor because this prompt seems to fit him best. I hope its okay :)

Tw: Yandere, mentions of sexual assault and stalking, controlling behaviour

“Where do you think you're going dressed like that?”

You froze, hand still upon the doorknob. “Fyodor,” you said, stomach clenching. “I... was just going to the store for some stuff.”

Fyodor stepped out from the shadows of the living-room, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. “Your body is for my eyes only,” he said in his flat voice. “Have you forgotten that, my love?”

Your stomach dipped again, almost painfully, and you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Fyodor was extremely caring, but his concern could be overbearing at times. “I know that,” you said. “But, I mean, I’m not dressed inappropriately.”

“Are you not?”

You looked away. At one time, you wouldn’t have given the black sweatshirt and leggings you were wearing a second thought, but ever since the accident you’d started to second-guess anything even remotely form-fitting. So your clothes tonight had been an active choice. “No,” you said defensively. “Lots of girls dress like this.”

“At home. Not when they go out alone after dark.”

“It’s fine,” you said, somewhat exasperated. “It’s still light out, and the store is like, ten minutes away.”

“But that outfit leaves too much to the imagination.”

“Its leggings and sweatshirt, not a string bikini,” you snapped.

Fyodor pursed his lips. Immediately, a stab of guilt ran through you. “I-I’m sorry,” you said quickly. “I just - Fyodor, I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. I’ve always worn these kinds of clothes, and it’s been fine.”

“Has it?” Fyodor moved towards you, eyes hooded in the dim light of the hallway. You stopped yourself from instinctively pulling back, reminding yourself that it was only your boyfriend. Fyodor brushed his cold fingers down your cheek, and an uncomfortable flush ran across your skin nevertheless.

“Tell me, which one of us gets catcalled when they go outside, my little dove?” he said. “Which one of us had a stalker following them around? Who got assaulted right around the time we first met?”

“That was different,” you stammered, wishing he could pull away as he leaned in even closer. He was tall and thin, barely there at times; yet at times like these he could be overpowering. “It was late at night then, and I - I should have been more careful, but-”

“But this time it is different, yes? Because it is ‘still light out’? Because it happened that way the other time, so it cannot possibly happen now?”

You jerked as he ran his fingers along the insides of your thighs, quickly and violently. “Fyodor!” you exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He quickly flipped you over, pressing himself against your body until you could feel his manhood against your ass. Before you could react more than a startled gasp he stepped away, leaving you stumbling.

“I tell you what to do because you aren’t smart enough to be left on your own,” he said flatly. “What I did could be done by anyone, anywhere, at any time. Even at a nearly-empty convenience store while its still light out.”

“It won’t happen again,” you said, shaken by Fyodor’s callousness. “That guy is dead.”

“Yes, it is fortunate that he walked off a bridge and drowned after driving you into a breakdown.”

“I didn’t have a breakdown!”

“Really? You call that night you spent crying in my bed something else, then?” He grasped your chin in a pale hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Is it worth it, [Y/N]?” he asked softly. “Is it worth all of it just to defy me? The months of paranoia, having to abandon your job, your boyfriend, your life - will all of it be worth it just to wear an outfit? Because if you like the attention that much, as to twist my concern into something else, then I certainly will not help you should there be any consequences.”

Tears filled your eyes as you struggled to form an answer. You’d thought you were getting better, moving past the assault and the hellish nightmare of having to flee your home-town just to escape your stalker. But that niggling thought still lived at the back of your mind, the ever-present fear of being hunted again. Fyodor had been kind enough to help you out with settling in Yokohama, but you didn’t want to go through all of it again, and certainly not alone.

“... fine, I’ll change,” you said in a small voice.

“It will be better if you don’t go,” Fyodor said. “I planned to go get dinner anyway, so I will get you whatever you need.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

“Ah, I’ve frightened my little bird.” Fyodor sighed, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You flinched, but forced yourself to lean in, reminding yourself once again Fyodor was your boyfriend. Who loved you more than anything in the world and had gone above and beyond just to prove it.

If only his touch felt kinder, instead of possessive.

“I’m fine,” you whispered, burying your face in his shoulder.

“I am sorry, my little dove. I did not mean to distress you.” He wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head. “But you have to remember, everything I do or say is to protect you. You need protection, after all. You do not know just how beautiful you are, just how unusual your pure soul is in this world of sinners. And your body is the temple of your perfection. So protect it from others, and keep it only for me.”

#yandere fyodor dostoevsky #yandere bsd #yandere fyodor #yandere imagines #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs

[harrywavycurly]

maybe husband!eddie comforting nervous reader before her exams at collage during the first semester? i have exams coming up tomorrow and it’s really stressing me out 😭🥲

Hiiii lovey!! I’m sending you alllllll the good vibes I have you’re gonna do great on your exams!! I hope you enjoy this conversation with Husband Eddie comforting you before an exam!💖

-find all things Husband Eddie here✨

“You’re gonna do great baby.” “You are just saying that because you’re my husband and I’d kick your ass if you said anything else.” “I mean…yeah you’d kick my ass but I’m not just saying that…you’ve studied and you know your shit so you’re going to do awesome.” “You really think so?…I’m really kinda freaking out honeybuns.” “Hey hey none of that…come on and cuddle with me…I lit those candles you like and everything.” “Not too close to the bed right? I can’t deal with the fire alarm going off tonight.” “It was one time sweetheart you’ve gotta learn to let shit go.” “Don’t be rude to me Edward James I’m on the verge of a breakdown.” “Oh right please forgive me…now come here and I’ll rub your back for you.” “You really think I’ll pass this exam?” “Yes I really think you’ll pass…you’ve been busting your ass studying and you’re smart…you’ve just got to relax a little bit and it’ll all be okay.” “Oh then let me head on over to Way-” “why do you say things like that while all cuddled up with me? That’s just rude baby…besides you know Wayne stresses you out…now just shush and let me work my magic.” “Did you just shush-” “yes I did shush you but with nothing but love now please…stop talking and just close your eyes…take a few deep breaths and relax…how’s that feel?” “Oh am I allowed to talk now?” “Baby…” “it feels good.” “Good…how are you feeling about your exam tomorrow?” “I feel…better.” “Are you gonna pass?” “Yes…I’m going to pass and…it’ll be fine.” “Exactly…oh and guess what?” “What?” “I love you..my super smart and cute wife.” “I love you too…my super annoying but good at giving massages husband.”

#Eddie extras #husband!eddie #Eddie Munson x wife!reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson series #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

[spiritshaydra]

Aw hell yeah it’s Spit’s Soundwave Headcanons time, NOW ITS TIME TO GET FUNKY

Currently suffering a very annoying cold on the one week of my college semester where I’m actually off, so I guess it’s time to unleash my Very Bad Goofy Aah And Kinda Angsty Headcanons For The Sweeb; because not only am I physically ill I’m also very ✨mentally ill✨🥰 a double whammy if you will. (Meant to post it earlier so I no longer have a nasty cold nor am I on break still. 😔)

Heres some of my other shitty headcanon posts! Here and here

LETS BEGIN SHALL WE?

Soundwave is the Nemesis’s resident shitty cryptid. He’s like having a black cat live in your house that’s also twenty three feet tall and made of metal. He has the whole shebang down to an art: he will stare at you judgmentally from across the room, has the horrible ability to practically materialize out of the shadows without warning despite being a giant space robot, is completely silent but is fully capable of making the Worst Noises Known To Man if he so desired, will be found where you least expect it, and he may or may not be the type to do a horrible skitter in the unholy hours of the night.

There’s also cases of him being petty in a sort of “nobody would ever believe you” sort of way, such as knocking things off of someone’s (Starscream’s) desk.

Belling him like a cat might solve the whole “sneaking up out of nowhere” problem, however good luck on actually SUCCEEDING in that. Plus, it would get in the way of him being y’know, a spymaster.

Dude likes stray cats. <3

Gonna also say that he’s a fan of Hatsune Miku because ???? Yes

He doesn’t like direct prolonged eye contact and will take it as a threat or challenge. This is even more evident in the extremely rare instances where he’s unmasked, as he will never look someone in the eyes in that circumstance. One thing he does do when unmasked is that he’ll tilt his head to his blindside to be able to see with his functional optic better. (He’s fully blind on the damaged side of his face.)

He never sits normally and will instead crouch or perch on things as a substitute. There’s no logic to it other than it’s what he finds comfortable apparently.

He is a massive shitlord. And a pretty passive aggressive one at that. He may be quiet and not the most social, but he is absolutely not a submissive or shy individual.

I bestow (one of) the highest honor I can give upon him: ✨aro/ace spectrum✨ or bust baby!!1!1! Or at least ace. This dude wouldn’t be able to tell if someone tried romancing HIM specifically unless they straight up said so. He also just,, doesn’t really think about those sorts of things either and has no interest whatsoever. If hit on, he’s just going to squint at the offender in question before going back to work (in most circumstances at least)

✨robot autism✨ (the other highest honor I can give)

Wavewave hostility. Yeeeeaaaah he’s indifferent towards Shockwave at the BEST. It’s Wave on Wave violence at worst. (TO BE FAIR, the scientist doesn’t give him much thought in return) He’s not going to be charitable towards the mech who experimented on his cassettes (when they were alive-) behind his back. Sooo,,, they are very much not “friends”. To say that he wasn’t ecstatic that Shart had survived the Spacebridge explosion would be one way to put it.

Besides really simple repairs and other quick fixes, he absolutely hates being in the medbay; to the point where out of any of the members of the Nemesis crew, he’s the one wearing the badge of “#1 worst patient ever “ (with what could be described as pride.) Anything involving removing the visor for repairs is like pulling teeth, and any major damage repairs goes straight to hell to the point where he’s actually had to be subdued at least once or twice. Usually it’s also a two person team sort of ordeal with Knockout doing the complicated medical procedures while Breakdown’s providing backup. Nobody involved enjoys it in the slightest. Hence the worst patient ever award.

He has the tendency to hide in hard to reach places like up in the rafters. Never to get out of doing his work, as he’s a workaholic, but more so to avoid meetings with those he despises, some medical things, and sometimes just to decompress. Normally this could just be attributed to some of his weird quirks, and it’s completely harmless, until it isn’t. The bad thing about this, is that he will try to hide when gravely injured instead of going to the medbay. Generally you could find him by following the energon splatters and looking for the dim purple glow among the shadows close to the ceiling of a storage room. Sometimes there’s energon dripping from the rafters. Usually if he does get badly hurt while on the field, he is to be escorted directly to the medbay so this doesn’t happen.

He had to be almost completely rebuilt some time during the war on Cybertron. We’re talking the almost complete destruction of his frame. There’s a reason why he doesn’t have the bulky heavier armored frame of his gladiator days, despite it likely being more useful in combat. I mean, who would willingly choose to get rid of their functional wrists? The ability to pronate one’s wrist is pretty useful I’d assume. (Look at his design in the show, the dude doesn’t have wrists :,D just really REALLY long forearms. He’s basically doing a more extreme case of raptor hands.) He was rebuilt with what supplies were on hand at the time, with modifications and adjustments being made until we get to what we see now. (Many modifications were made to up his fear factor, to unease targets in combat)

Before his face was destroyed in the Pits as a gladiator, he actually wore a half visor over his optics. Not out of necessity, but for the intimidation/fear factor it added to his gladiatorial matches. Oh the irony. In present day, it’s entirely out of necessity and out of security as well.

I see him as a stray cat sort of guy. I dunno, characters caring for stray cats in an alleyway gotta be one of my favorite genres.

Definitely would’ve been the kid that hisses at people in the hallway in high school. Definitely got the vibe imo

#tfp #maccadams #maccadam #transformers #transformers shitpost #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #tfp soundwave #soundwave #tfp soundwave headcanons #headcanon #shitpost

[ronance4everbrainrot]

Since I've read some of my other incorrect quotes stuff I wanted to make another one with the adults so

Stranger Things incorrect quotes generator (feat. Robin+ the Adults, +Bonus)

Pt. 18

Murray and Robin

Murray: Give me everything you’ve got!

Robin: All your friends secretly hate you.

Murray: Wait, what?

Robin: I’ve got anxiety.

(Oof. I feel that)

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Murray, texting Robin: Text me when you’re home safely.

Robin: I’m home dangerously.

Murray: Stop it.

Robin: I’m home lethally.

(Just some more modern AU fun)

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Robin: You know me, Murray, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?

Murray: What?

Robin: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

(she is really nice. But she would fight you if you insult one of her friends)

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Robin: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?

Murray: Your life?

Robin: I- well yes, but-

(More like my room. It's very messy. And oof)

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Murray: Look, Robin, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.

(well a lot is happening rn so let her be)

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Robin: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Murray: Please never become a surgeon.

(I think she'd hate it anyway)

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Murray: I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are.

Robin: Okay?

Murray: …

Murray: …

Murray: Actually it’s gonna bug me if I don’t, so—

(You know. The longest he has not told her how wrong she was, was only 5 minutes)

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Robin: You know what I’ve realized?

Murray: Some thoughts are better left unsaid?

Robin: Nice try, anyways-

(he is getting tired of telling her she's wrong lol)

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Robin: Don’t trust everything you see on the internet.

Murray: Pfft. What possibly nonsense could come from the internet? Oh. Did you know that the Earth is actually flat?

Robin: *Takes away Murray’s phone* Yeah, that enough for you.

(omg no. He has discovered the false conspiracy theories. This is gonna take a bit of arguing and debating with Robin to get him back to reality)

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Robin: Awww, why don't you like cats, Murray? They're just snuggly buddies! They have toe beans! They make a little blep! What's not to love??

Murray: I don't know Robin, I just prefer to be conscious instead of dead on the floor.

Robin:

Murray: I'm ALLERGIC.

(Robin is a golden retriever that loves cats. You know the black cat, golden retriever thing. And Nancy is the black cat that loves dogs. You know with Max's dog. Love that scene)

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Robin: I love you.

Murray: How many people have you said that to?

Robin: Everyone.

Murray: What?

Robin: I told everyone that I love you.

(After she got officially adopted, she loves to say she loves her dad, again. Also her dad and Murray would have gotten along well. Because I say so)

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[Karen and Robin]

Robin: I have an idea.

Karen: A good idea?

Robin: Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

(Robin in that Halloween story)

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Robin: Please, Karen, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

Karen: I’m sorry Robin.

Robin: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

Karen: It has to be done.

Robin:

Karen:

Robin:

Karen: *Places +4* Uno.

(just some game night with the family playing Uno. And Robin thinks Karen doesn't like her because of that)

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Karen: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.

Karen: Ask me to kill for you.

Robin: ...First of all, calm down-

(Oop, that escalated quickly.)

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Karen: Why don’t you go talk to them?

Robin, sarcastically: Oh. Yeah, sure.

Karen: What? So you go tell them they’re cute, what’s the worst that could happen?

Robin: They could hear me.

(Robin accidentally mentions she has a crush, while they had a little party with the party)

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Robin, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks.

Karen: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

(Robin drank a bit too much and stayed over)

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Robin, playing a video game: This game is so frustrating! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Karen: Ok, I think it’s time to turn off the game for a little while.

Robin: But I’m having fun!

(I feel that. I am it. It is me)

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Robin: You know, you were right.

Karen: About what specifically? Because I’m right about a lot of things.

(Probably about the game)

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Robin: Dinosaurs aren't extinct. I mean, Ted is walking in this room.

Karen: *wheeze*

(I don't know how dinosaurs are an insult but ok. Just wanted to bring Ted in for the transition)

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[Ted and Robin]

Robin, handing a balloon to Ted: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Ted, walking off: I don't have one either.

(I mean that man is literally Ted. That is what he would respond)

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Ted: The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was changing their name to Robin.

(Robin annoys him every chance she gets)

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Robin: Guess what I'm about to get!

Ted: On my nerves.

(yes)

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Robin: :)

Ted: >:(

Robin: Turn that frown upside down!

Ted: ):<

Robin: Not sure what I was expecting...

(Me neither)

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Ted: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Robin: I photosynthesize with this.

(she knows big words but she just says stuff like that to annoy him lol)

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Robin: Go big or go home!

Ted: Please, for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. Go. Home.

Robin: I'm going big!

(he just wants his peace. Poor Ted lol)

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Robin: I’m serious! They’re watching me! They’ve even got an agent following me! Don’t you believe me?

Ted: Look, it’s not that I don’t believe you… It’s that I don’t believe you and I don’t care.

(he doesn't care. And he doesn't believe her. He is just annoyed)

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Ted: Knock, knock.

Robin: Who's there?

Ted: Boo!

Robin: Boo who?

Ted: Why are you crying?

Robin: I'm not crying.

Ted: Hello notcrying, I'm Ted.

(He wanted to annoy her back once and pulled a dad joke since his kids hated them. But jokes on him. She also makes dad jokes they bonded over it somehow. Just a little bit)

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Robin, holding a scooter: Ted! Can I go outside and play with this?

Ted: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Robin, running outside: Thanks Ted!

Ted, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

(omg. He does care)

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Ted: What do you want for breakfast, Robin?

Robin: Gay Cheerios.

Ted: I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING FRUIT LOOPS THAT!!

(Ted is not homophobic. He just doesn't give a fuck. Any Robin just loves to annoy him. Also he doesn't really yell or scream he just says it with a very frustrated voice. Also Holly picks up on Robin's jokes and also calls them gay Cheerios. She just likes to copy Robin)

(lol just realized gay Cheerios is basically the Unholy Trinity from Glee. Love them)

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[Joyce and Robin]

Joyce: *Turns on the kitchen light*

Robin: *Sitting at the table, eating bread*

Joyce: It’s four in the morning.

Robin: Turn the light back off.

(this is funny. Also Robin couldn't sleep so she went to the kitchen eating one of her comfort foods. ✨🥖Bread🥖✨)

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Joyce: Robin, can I ask you a question?

Robin: Sure, anything.

Joyce: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

(Robin wants to steal Will lol. Like in the last one. And when the Byers moved back she was there a lot with Murray tho.)

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Joyce: We all have our demons.

Joyce, grabbing Robin: This one’s mine!

(trying to steal her son)

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Joyce: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall?

Robin: His cats' names are Walter and Rose.

Joyce: That's not what I asked.

Robin: That is all the information I have.

(The Byers visiting Robin in her new apartment)

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Robin: Can we get a birthday cake?

Joyce: It’s not your birthday.

Robin: The cake won’t know!

(Robin wants a cake for the little apartment tour/party)

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Joyce: Robin, why does your bucket list have ‘Die’ on it?

Robin: So I can die feeling at least a little bit accomplished.

(Joyce noticed it in Robin's bedroom when she was looking around. Also oof. But smart. I need to write it down)

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Robin: Don’t mansplain this to me!

Joyce: Wh- I’m a woman! I can't mansplain anything to you!

Robin: …Well, I’m a feminist, and I believe a woman can do anything a man does!

(I just found the quote funny)

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Robin: Hostage or not, sometimes it’s nice being held.

Joyce: Are you okay.

(talking about the time with the Russians)

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Joyce: Life could be worse, Robin.

Robin: Life could be a lot better too!

(so true. So true)

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Joyce: How would you rate your pain?

Robin: 0/10. Would not recommend.

(yeah. Like not at all good 👎)

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Robin: If bees can be fish and boys can be girls, then why can't my mom love me?

Joyce: I thought I was going to have to yell at you, but now I think I should hug you.

(yes Qvq give her a hug)

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[+Hopper]

Robin, to Joyce: If you see Hopper, give them this message *makes a neutral face*

Robin: They'll know what it means.

*later*

Joyce: oh, and Robin said to give you a message.

Joyce: *makes a neutral face*

Hopper: Oh no. The neutral face of displeasure.

(he's seen it a lot when he was at Murray's... The reason is still unknown 👀)

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Hopper: Nothing feels better than winning Monopoly. Not love, not sex, not free pizza, nothing!

Robin: I’m sorry, have you tried pizza?

Hopper: Yes, and it doesn’t compare to owning half the board and watching the light die from your friend’s eyes as you take their money and feel your friendship slowly deteriorate.

Joyce: I like you.

(jopper UwU yay. Also oof and yes same)

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Hopper: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm Bisexual right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Robin:

Robin: I like you.

(omg Hopper is Bi 👀 is that why he is at Murray's 👀)

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Hopper: What are you drinking?

Robin: Vodka.

Hopper: Straight?

Robin: No, gay. Why?

(Gay vodka ✨)

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Robin: School sucks.

Hopper: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

Robin: What are jobs like?

Hopper: They suck.

(Oof. Depends. But yes)

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Robin: *sighs*

Hopper: You bored?

Robin: Yeah.

Hopper: Wanna start drama for no reason?

Robin: I thought you’d never ask.

(they love drama. Also they just annoy the others with puns)

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Robin: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other?

Hopper: Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

(omg maybe he definitely was reading AO3 in the other incorrect quotes. Also I would love to read something like that)

Kidnapper: I have one of your friends.

Hopper: Which one? I have seven.

Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up.

Hopper: Ah. You have Robin.

Robin, distantly: HEY!!!

(he loves her tho. He is just as loud and annoying when they start making puns)

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Robin: I’m so tired.

Hopper: Did you get to bed late?

Robin: No.

Hopper: Did you do something strenuous?

Robin: No.

Hopper: Then why are you tired?

Robin: I’m alive.

Hopper: Sounds exhausting.

(Ah yes. It is)

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Robin: How would you like your coffee?

Hopper: As dark and as bitter as my soul.

Robin, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

(he has a big heart)

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Robin: I have a 1:30 appointment.

Hopper: Which doctor?

Robin: No, I want the regular doctor.

(They are always trying to get each other with a joke. It's like an ongoing war. And if someone gets tricked the other gets a drink or a snack. Like a little prize)

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[The Sinclairs]

*Sue is casually searching around the room*

Robin: Hey Sue, what’re you looking for?

Sue: My will to live.

*Charles walks into the room*

Sue: Oh, there it is.

(Love this)

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Sue: Hey, are you okay?

Robin: Yeah.

Sue: You don't look okay...

Robin: Then stop looking.

(Her mother is being a bitch)

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Sue: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Robin?

Robin: No.

Charles: I do!

Sue: I know, Charles.

Charles: I’m sad.

Sue: I know, Charles.

(Sue and Charles always talk about their feelings. They are a healthy couple and good parents)

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Sue: Are you alright?

Robin: Short answer or long answer?

Sue: Short?

Robin: No.

Sue: Long?

Robin: Nooooooo.

(Lol. Also why. What happened? 🥺 also she finally talked about her emotions)

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Sue: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Sue: I'M GOING TO K-

Charles: I did?

Sue: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Charles.

Sue: *walks away*

Charles:

Charles: They're gone Robin.

Robin, coming out of the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

(Robin loves bread. Also Sue would have said the same to Robin. But Sue also loves bread. They bond over that.)

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Robin: One time I went to hand Sue a bowl of soup. I wanted to say “Careful, it’s hot!”, and “Here’s your soup!”, so instead I blurted out “Careful it’s soup.”

(omg yes be careful. Soup could be bad and not good soup 👀)

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[Ronance]

Nancy: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Robin!

Robin: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

(Nancy finally confronted Robin about Steve and Robin came out to her lol. Idk)

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Robin: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Nancy: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Robin: I don't know, surprise me!

(I hope it was the first option)

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Nancy: So you like cats?

Robin: Yeah.

Nancy: *tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table*

(like I said before. Robin loves cats)

(also this is just all just Nancy trying to flirt with Robin since she came out to her)

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Nancy: My hands are cold.

Robin: Here, let me hold them.

Nancy: My lips are cold too.

Robin: *covers Nancy's mouth with their hand*

(Nice try Nancy nice try. But maybe something a bit more obvious)

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Nancy: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Robin: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

(oof. Well I guess you just need to straight up tell her if she doesn't get this l)

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Robin: I'm trash.

Nancy: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Robin:

Robin: You smooth motherfucker.

Robin: And yes it does.

(omg it finally worked. Also that was smooth)

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Nancy: I feel like doing something stupid.

Robin: I’m stupid, do me.

-- (bonus from the Generator)

Nancy: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you...

Robin: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me, and no take backs, Mon amor.

(and well the rest is history. Robin speaking in different languages is like the same thing when Careless Whispers is playing for Nancy (if anyone still gets that joke. I don't know who made it)

--(another Bonus from the Generator)

Nancy: Stop doing that.

Robin: Stop doing what?

Nancy: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you.

(🥺)

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Nancy walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Robin, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Robin, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

(Oh god. This is why she can't have coffee. Who gave her that)

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Robin: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

Nancy: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

(Woop. Damn. But you would be crazy if you'd say no)

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Robin: Two bros!

Nancy: Chillin' in a hot tub!

Robin and Nancy, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

(two bros. Sitting on a tree. B e i n g g ay )

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Nancy: *Holding up a pack of pencils* These are kinda cute.

Robin: Nancy, that’s gay.

Nancy: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

(I wish)

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Leave any requests for groups or just people you want to see interact.

So that's the end again. Hope you enjoyed it.

I kinda wanted to add more of Sue and Charles, but there weren't any good ones.

Also here is the other one with the adults if you haven't seen it. There is the context to some of the jokes I made.

Bye and lots of love ✨💕💖✨💖💕✨

#stranger things incorrect quotes #long post #incorrect ronance #ronance #robin buckley #murray adopting robin #joyce byers #jim hopper #karen wheeler #ted wheeler

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Gov and IDC sibling headcanons for our souls :)

-They are both twins, tho IDC is older by like- 3 minutes. And you bet that she teases him and call him her baby brother.

-Who I ship Gov with changes a lot, it goes from FlouiGov, to the Main 6, to GovLoui.

-with IDC, I’m torn between IDC x Hawaii, IDC x Satanic Temple, or IDC x Satanic Temple x Hawaii.

-Gov is 6’1, and IDC is 5’5, yet IDC picks Gov up at the most random times to embarrass him (hehe the simple duties of being a big sister 🙃)

-Gov sometimes accidentally calls IDC "Itsy" cuz that’s what he used to call her when they were little since he couldn’t say her name (I saw this HC somewhere on Wattpad, and I ran a friggin’ marathon with it-). IDC thinks it’s absolutely adorable tho.

-I’m just gonna say that IDC is pretty damn muscular :3 (yes I like muscular women shut up-)

-IDC talked for Gov a lot when they were little cuz he was a very shy and anxious child. And he’s autistic.

-IDC has not fully forgiven PA for the way he treated her brother growing up, but she is happy that he is at least starting to try and be a better father towards Gov.

-IDC 100% mourns the time that she was taller than Gov. It was like- one day he was the one that needed help getting stuff from tall places (and she would always help), and then the next day: boom. ✨beanpole✨

-Gov has definitely been dragged out of his office and away from his work by IDC several times. She’s just being a good big sister and making sure that her brother is taking care of himself and making sure that they have plenty of time to hang out.

-IDC just sits in Gov’s office back at the White House and watches Gov work when she has free time. She has seen quite a few of his subtle mental breakdowns and always tries convincing him to maybe take a break. The last straw was when it was 11pm and she knew that Gov had been nonstop working for the past 2 days. He got up to shakily pour himself another cup of coffee and then accidentally signed an important document with a pink sparkly gel pen.

-IDC was the popular girl in school and Gov was the nerd/quiet kid that followed her around like a lost kicked puppy. And she also beat up anybody that said anything bad to her.

-Gov has gifted multiple tasers, pepper spray things, pocket knives, and even handguns to IDC to protect herself with. She insists that she’s fine and doesn’t need them, but Gov still insists that she take them with her when she goes out alone. And she thinks that it’s honestly adorable. After all, it would be fun to randomly whip out a taser when she’s getting bothered by random creepy men at the White House 👍✨

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #wttt gov #wttt idc

[rui-drawsbox]

I’ve got so much work recently that the brain ain’t filled up yet but I have a couple ideas for the magical girl au :):):):) back on my usual bullshit lmao ✨✨✨

K so these mfers (Knights + Mika + Shu(eventually, give him time, a season two breakdown and a redemption arc) ) should go song karaoke together. They deserve it after all the horrors tbh. The little doll man should get to experience the epic highs and lows of awful greasy pizza at an establishment that isn’t a restaurant. Tsukasa, Izumi, and Shu should also be subjected to it tbh. Tsukasa might like it <3 Izumi and Shu however… malding, screaming and dying even.

Anyways it would be funny as hell if Shu also went to school with the knights. Cuz he’s the same age as Izumi and Leo anyways. Bruh, Arashi could just think that Shu is Mika’s crush 💀💀💀. On god that could make for some top tier comedic interactions. Mostly Arashi teasing Mika about his crush, and Mika frantically trying to assure her that it isn’t a crush cuz he wouldn’t be caught dead catching feelings for his boss. Meanwhile the idea that he could have a crush on his boss has been planted in the back of his mind and it’s only gonna keep growing. I feel like this would be funny for two reasons, one: hijinks, two: bigger emotional payoff when Mika does decide to leave him <<<333 break both of their hearts in one foul swoop.

also Leo being a menace to Shu. They should be in the same class. It would be funny.

Back on my fighting bullshit. I feel like Shu would never fight with his hands or with blades tbh. I feel like he would use a bunch of smaller dolls after losing Mika. Ones that he considers imperfect or something, idk man, something symbolic. + the dolls could almost look like they’re already falling apart and they deteriorate more and more as his mental state deteriorates (not as an in universe thing, just as a visual symbol for the audience to emphasize that Shu is breaking down lmao)

Also Shu and Mika should kiss. Arashi is the #1 wing woman tbh. I love her so much. She deserves to wear a pretty dress like in those super magical girl forms. Like madoka’s at the end of madoka magica when she does the thing, or any of the really powerful forms in precure.

also arashi should punch Shu in the face at one point. I’m thinking about him getting her sword away from her with dolls and being like “Hah! It seems as if you weren’t prepared for this eventuality girl! Kakakakaka! Now that I’ve disarmed you it’s impossible for you to defeat me! Now then, if you’ll excuse me I have more important matters to-” “AGHH!? You, you ignorant girl! You, you imbecile! Why I can’t believe you would-“ she raised her fist again so he finally shut the fuck up. He’s learning 🥰🥰🥰. Mika is probably upset about Shu getting punch tbh. Like he knows why Shu deserved it but he’s still a bit upset. He ain’t mad tho. Shu needed to have some sense beaten into him for once ✨✨✨.

I’m done for now ✨🥰✨🥰✨😎😎😎😎

I kind of want to write out a whole anime plot tbh. If I actually get around to finishing my current fic I might write an outline for this sometime tbh. If I get it done I’ll probably come drop it in your ask box unannounced. Or I’ll make a post and @you in it cuz that might be easier if it’s a whole ass outline.

I love ur ideas even though i forgot answer this ngl JSBDKS Drawings to compensate! It's the only i can do haha!

Anyways, this scene is definitely in the ending of the second season or an OVA about the 7 having daily adolescence adventures like they should had since the start lol

I feel like Leo would be an usual costumer in the karaoke, actually, this would be the group's hideout jsbfjs

Now, I love the idea of Mika staring too long to Shu in the corridors of the school and then Arashi notices and starts teasing him

Mika: no way i could possibly like my boss! He's just so cool and composed and smart and-

Shu, in his classroom:

And yes i think Shu and Mika should kiss, but i also think that Arashi and Mika should kiss, so my offer is:

Arashi: this is my boyfriend, Mika. And this Mika's boyfriend, Shu.

Basically, shumika=second chance trope, aramika=friends to lovers trope. And i love it

You know that i was thinking exactly the same about Shu's powers? He could never fight someone by himself, he would break before a finger lands on him jabfjsj

So yeah, i belive that he would have a dolls/mannequin army. In the first episodes he only uses Mika because he's the strongest, but when he loses him he would starts using unfinished dolls to fight, and with the pasta of episodes there would be more and more dolls but with a worse quality! Like Mika>Metal dolls>Wood dolls>Ceramic/industrial mannequins?. They would start being extremely fragile, like his mental stability😊!

You know Santa Clous from Chainsaw Man? Yeah i see Shu with a similar power but less OP ofc. Like he can control the movements/minds(?) of his artificial dolls but not people, Mika is the exception! Because Mika considered himself like Shu's doll! Once he starts making choices by himself he couldnt be controlled anymore!

Back to Arashi, im 100% sure that her powerup/god form has longer hair, following the more hair=more power formula. I also want to give the nerf or smth that have so much power she has to lose a lot of her humanity sense! She would become this "Justice God" or smth without emotions and the rest of her friends would have to fight/convince her back into normal!

Now. Yes. Arashi should punch people. Arashi should beat the shit out of people. Arashi should beat the shit out of Shu. I didn't gave her armor gloves for nothing.

Yes. Queen. Be scary. Be intimidating. Be your enemy's worst nightmare.

And you want to write the plot while i want to anímate the fucking fight scenes oUT OF MY HEAD I SWEAR IT WOULD LOOK SO COOL IF I KNEW HOW TO ANIMATE UGHH

I would love to read whatever you write about this au too! I'll read every ask you drop here even if i take forever to answer haha;;

#rui draw smth #ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars fanart #arashi narukami #mika kagehira #shu itsuki #(omg magical girl arashi) #leo tsukinaga #izumi sena #ritsu sakuma #tsukasa suou #if smth doesnt makes sense. it's 6:30AM i just came back from the carnavals in my city haha. #enstars magical knights au

[marleysfinest]

typing out a little mental health wordvom because sometimes when u don’t take ur tablets for 6 days u get a little ✨spicy✨ and feel compelled to rant so. here I am mentally unloading sorry in advance

being the idiot that I am and having this accidental week off has reminded me why it’s so important to pay attention in the first place. I ignored the state of my mental health for a long time and tried to navigate my chemical imbalance using mindfulness and materialistic self-care alone. needless to say it did not work. do not do this, especially when you know there’s a bigger problem. I was formally diagnosed with anxiety and depression just over a year after I gave birth but should’ve paid attention to it way before that. even then I didn’t start taking it seriously until january ‘23 after a pretty severe breakdown following months of inconsistent medication taking. one thing I started doing - besides being strict and regimented with making sure I take my tablets - was acknowledging my “problem”. realising this is the hand I’ve been dealt and running with it, and actually building life including it rather than building my life around it. I chose to stop letting myself get in my own way and indulged in what makes me genuinely happy. I no longer drink to get drunk (in fact, I hardly drink at all). I’m honest and speak my mind. in acknowledging the fact that I have this imbalance and stopping ignoring it I’ve actually flipped myself around completely.

something that I think separates how I feel about it from the norm is that I do let my anxiety and depression define me. I don’t let it overtake me, and it is not all that I am, but it is part of who I am. denying that and putting it on the back burner has only ever harmed me, and so yes, it defines who I am as a person. I can’t remove it, but I don’t let it win. I don’t know if it’s right, but it works.

the broad conversation surrounding mental health is, I think, changing for the better, but I think we as individuals are obliged to take ownership of this conversation a little more. yes, we can applaud the celebrity that discusses their depression in terms of voluntarily not working for a while and the TV personality that manages their anxiety by cleaning. these are their experiences and they are more than valid. what I think (and this is just my opinion) is that we need to get a little ugly with it. I survive because I take 50mg of sertraline every day. yeah, I get a lot of mental peace from vacuuming my house and practicing mindfulness brings me calm more often than not, but I need antidepressants to live. that’s the long and short of it. I want to see these conversations. I want to know that people rely on antidepressants/anti-anxiety medication to get through the day. I want to know that people go to therapy. I want to know that this isn’t a “problem” we need to be quiet about and chip away at in private.

idk I guess I’m just trying to say I want to have hard conversations about mental health because doing this, even just having those hard conversations with myself, has made me want to be a better person. they have made me a better person, and if this can help even one other person it’s worth it. I luv u take ur medication

#this is incoherent and pointless but I wanted To Speak #will probably delete #mar rambles

[neutron-stars-collision]

Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 9 - Heart Attack

Masterlist; Chapter 8 Summary: "I didn't know where else to go", or an eventful night increases its intensity. Warnings: Mentions of bruising and other wounds; suggestive content (this is where the 18+ content begins to creep in... slowly though 😌); swearing. Author's Notes: You know how sometimes you get inspired and then a scene haunts you for at least a month before you can write it down? That's what happened here. It's the first moment of those that nagged me since I started outlining the story. And it came out alright, me thinks.... Originally this was meant to be only the first half of the chapter but I want to offer it sooner, because I'm a little excited. Canon wise, we're on Saturday night, 2nd of October before the memorial ✨ Hope you'll enjoy and let me know what you think? Taglist: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim

Everything felt like a hazy dream as Bruce led you inside the elevator and closed the metal door, pressing to button to one of the upper floors without as much as a glance in your direction. But you still felt watched, observed with caution as if he was worried that another breakdown was just around the corner. The wave has passed, leaving you somehow more drained than before and equally numb.

There was a hint of something else there, too, hidden underneath the surface of your empty stare and motionless body. It was the warmth of his hand holding yours. The proximity of him so close to you in the cramped space. It was everything you tried to escape but never could ignore for long. Everything you had told him and everything you were worried you one day could.

The consciousness only caught up as you registered that Bruce began leading you outside the cabin into a corridor that was not the study. Erratically, your eyes swept over the surroundings, desperate to remember that initial tour Alfred gave you days before. And then it clicked. Just as he stopped by dark, closed doors and reached out for the handle:

“Wait… this is your room” the words pieced themselves together before you knew you had spoken.

Because it seemed almost impossible. Maybe, he, too, had lost his mind?

The look you received seemed far from insanity. Bruce eyed you closely, judging what response to offer before he nodded once and replied:

“Yes. Is that a problem?” the question was genuine; you could tell as much.

As if he was willing to change whatever the plan he envisioned if only to make you more comfortable. Your heart squeezed in embarrassment as your cheeks flushed with warmth. It was a shame that made you drop the gaze, focusing on the floorboards underneath your feet as you fumbled for the answer.

“No, I’ve just never expected you to-” luckily, reason stepped in before you said too much, changing the subject with an apologetic note “No matter, I’m sorry” raising your head, you attempted a quick smile only to end up with a pathetic grimace.

Bruce was not as merciful. With a surprise, you noticed a shadow of an authentic smile grace his face as he finished the sentence with an arched eyebrow:

“Never expected me to show you my bedroom?” the hint of cockiness was new.

Your eyes widened as you took it in, already overwhelmed with feelings and emotions you would rather pretend never existed. But judging by the intensity of the blue eyes fixed on your face, there was no way out but to answer. So, you averted the gaze once again and lowered your voice to a whisper. Anything to preserve the illusion.

“Let’s just say… No, no, I didn’t” the truth at last.

Bruce did not reply, instead, he pressed down the handle, opening the door and gently beckoning you to step inside. After a final moment of hesitation, you took that first step, eyes, open wide to take in whatever the sight would await you.

“Sorry for the mess, by the way. I’m not used to having girls around” as he threw in the remark with that cheeky tone, Bruce reached to press the light switch.

It took you a beat to understand the allusion; a bashful blush spread over the cheeks for the second time in barely a few minutes.

“Aren’t you, really?” muttering the reply with a sceptical tint, you took another step inside the room.

With the lights on, you could finally have a proper look at what your curious heart desired to see for quite a while. The heavy curtains were drawn, bathing the room in a permanent dusk. The large bed was unmade, the sight quirking your lips inadvertently. The comment about the mess was not exactly unnecessary. You could see the books piled up on the nightstand and the floor right next to it, each started going by the bookmarks, yet none finished. Atop the desk by the wall, you could see stacks of papers, arranged but not neatly. There was a small photograph there, too, of young Bruce with his parents as far as you could tell. As if responding to an emotion you could not name, your heart let out a painful pang, and you averted the gaze.

The dark, antique wardrobe was half-closed with a black suit jacket sleeve poking through the gap. So, he did wear smart clothes too… Behind your back, Bruce quietly closed the door and eyed you with interest. As though your blatant study was not anything unexpected but a fascinating sight for him as well. Another blush, damn it. As if sensing your embarrassment, he spoke up:

“I figured it’s better I took you here to deal with everything” following the explanation, Bruce scanned you from head to toe again as if assessing the damage, “Alfred and Dory are definitely asleep by now” you had a feeling the addition served only as means of calming you further.

And it did work, admittedly. Because at least that way, you only had to worry about being honest with him and telling the story just once. Everyone else might not even have to know it happened.

Or that you visited Bruce Wayne in his bedroom at an ungodly hour. That, too, was a questionable choice on your part. Ignoring the increase in doubts, you nodded:

“Yeah, of course,” there was nothing else to say as you located the doors leading to the bathroom.

Without waiting for Bruce to invite you, you slowly limped inside, perching on the edge of the bathtub. Even here, there was no order, only closed cupboards, and a full laundry basket. Despite the curiosity ever so present, you denied yourself the pleasure of snooping around. After all, Bruce seemed surprisingly open, and you have crossed the unwritten lines multiple times during the night. Bruce joined you in the bathroom, wordlessly opening the cupboard to take out a disinfectant and a nondescript ointment, which you expected to be arnica. Once he was armed with a fresh cloth and a bowl of water, he faced you with that nervous frown on his face:

“I want to have a look… Is that okay?” judging by the sheepish tone, the tension caught up with him too, forcing Bruce to face the reality you had suffered since stepping inside his house.

Because it was new. No matter the intimate kisses you had shared or the conversations you initiated, this level of vulnerability was something else entirely. And for the first time in your life, there was no shred of confidence as you tried to strengthen the back and prepare to reveal the wounds.

“Yes,” another nod, the word coming out in a whisper as Bruce closed the gap and gently tipped your head up to see the cheek where you received the slap.

Judging by how the crease between his brows deepened, the damage received was evident. His fingers brushed your cheek carefully, dabbing the wet cloth with the other hand to wash away the tears and remains of the make-up. Up this close, with your head tilted upwards and eyes fixed on the sharpness of his jawline, clenched tightly, as he leaned over you with a focused gaze, it was difficult to breathe. Or to think. So, you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch and feeling how his fingers danced over your skin, caution exhibited with each move. After cleaning the bruise, Bruce rubbed arnica into the spot over your cheekbone where you expected the purple flower to bloom the most. Then, as if reading your mind, his hand wandered lower, the pad of the thumb running over the bottom lip and forcing you to gasp quietly, unable to keep yourself from looking at him. Your gazes met as Bruce made sure to wipe the dried blood from your lips. Only he did not stop there, taking an additional moment to trace the outline of your mouth as if eager to steal your breath away and to put you under a spell. Pity was that you were already entranced, staring at him speechless. Because before you even realised, he crossed an invisible line himself. One that divided the passionate kisses from the tender caress. One that made sure you never dared entertain the idea that what was going on could evolve into something else. Unless….

Bruce took a decisive step back before you could finish the dangerous thought, his eyes already trained on your scrapped knee. You had no time to react as he kneeled in front of you, the cloth in hand, face closed off as if the last minute never happened. A sigh was all you could manage as you allowed him to tear the remains of the tights a bit more and wipe away the dirt from the wound.

“So, when are you going to ask what happened?” desperate not to lose your sanity all too soon, you asked quietly, watching him with interest.

There was a strange sense of ease in his movement as if it was not the first time he had to patch someone up after an accident. Or a fight, at that.

Upon your question, Bruce glanced up, the blue eyes staring at you with terrifying understanding within:

“When you’ll want to tell me,” and, just like that, he went back to the task, leaving you gaping.

Cursing his tone, you let out another loud sigh:

“Wish you’d stop being so diplomatic” first, merely a mutter before you settled in for an answer; better now or never, right? “I went to Inferno to do some… research. Guess I wasn’t too believable on my own, so they showed me where my place is” you shrugged even though he was not looking and tentatively patted your stomach, feeling the sore spots.

Not too believable, aka pathetic. But he need not hear that one.

“Who did?” Bruce spoke quietly yet with a sense of urgency.

As if you had no choice but to give him names. For a moment, your rebellious heart was keen to go along with it. To let yourself believe that he would be bothered, that he would care. But it was only a moment.

“Some bouncers�� I don’t even know” unable to let go of the vicious commentary from your brain, you added quickly, “I’m sorry,”

Hoping he would not ask. You really should have known better.

“For?” Bruce raised his head again, eyebrow arched in question.

Without waiting for an answer, he touched the scrape with a cotton pad soaked in disinfectant, making you hiss at the sting. The pain acting as a trigger to get the words out just like you wanted:

“I don’t know… everything. Getting into your house at 1 in the morning, making you fuss over me in your bathroom” the bitter tone seeped into the sentence as the transgressions came back to haunt you.

There was so much wrong with what you did. So much that could make him reject you for good. This time Bruce did not look away as you shyly met his gaze and kept staring, allowing the blue to pull you further. With the current vantage point, you were still nearly head-to-head. An observation made when your eyes glanced at his lips and found them dangerously close. Too close.

“There’s nothing worth apologizing for” the thoughts got cut short by Bruce’s opposition and the depth of certainty you found in his gaze.

You were pretty sure he was wrong, but it was impossible to argue. Not in this situation. Not with him so close and so gentle. The feeling only persisted as he asked another question:

“Where else did they hit you?” he eyed you coolly as if eager to find a fault.

Only underneath the superficial analysis, you could see a tint of hunger. As if, despite the steely composure and evident desire to keep things civil, Bruce did see you. As more than a partner needing a patch up. More than a victim, turning to a friendly soul when in need. The realization made the breath catch in your throat as you slowly raised the hem of the shirt to show him the torso. You did not even look, choosing to observe him instead.

The clue was given instantly as Bruce let out a quiet gasp, inching closer to you so that he could gingerly trace his fingers over your ribcage. His eyes darkened, another flash of anger in the irises. But why? You did not dare let yourself answer that question. Feeling the familiar pain resonate through your system upon his ministrations, you closed your eyes, hands digging into the edge of the old-fashioned bathtub to keep yourself from whimpering. After all, he did not need a disobedient patient or one that cannot take the pain that was partially a result of stupidity. Your stupidity, no one else’s.

“Why did you go there alone?” the quiet question cut through the vicious thoughts, making you focus back on him.

This time you did not want to see whether he was looking at you. Let alone how he was looking. Keeping your eyes screwed shut, you forced out a bitter voice:

“You mean why was I dumb enough?” there was no sound from Bruce, letting you pour out the feelings without a pause, “I just wanted to feel useful. To have something to do when you’re busy with your informant” tinting the word with excess venom, you went quiet.

If he had no clue before, he did now. Warmth flushed your cheeks as the embarrassment dawned. Not only stupid but also jealous. Over someone, you had no right to. He wasn’t yours.

Spiralling into the hateful thoughts, you did not notice when Bruce finished applying the arnica over the bruises. What you did notice was a kiss he pressed to the spot, the lingering touch of his lips to your reddened skin. Your eyes flew open. Brain rendered useless by a blue screen of death. Alternatively, the utter shock of something so simple yet so unexpected. And so desired.

Bruce pulled back without another second wasted; he gave you a final searching look and stood up. One glance at him was enough to assure you the moment was over. Maybe for the better. There were no cheeky comments to be found as you watched him leave the bathroom and rummage in the wardrobe, only to come back with a set of clothes in the next minute.

“Here, have something for change” giving out the simple instruction, Bruce barely looked at you.

His gaze stayed fixed on the floor as you nodded quickly, whispering thanks. It seemed that whatever possessed him minutes before had truly passed. You were back to normal: awkward, uncertain, and bereft of words and wisdom.

“I’ll be outside” with that, he was gone, shutting the bathroom door without making a noise.

A long sigh was the first reaction as you hid your face in your hands, cursing everything and everyone. For the whole evening. For the way, he was acting. For the power, he had over you without ever reaching for it. He just did. And it seemed like he did not cherish it either. Fuck.

Sometimes it felt like you could implode from everything you felt inside but could not express. The aching, longing, needing something that was outside of your reach. And would always stay right there. Close enough to tempt you into madness, but never to be yours. Another sigh escaped your lips as you stood up and quickly stripped, averting the reflection in the mirror. The clothes Bruce gave you consisted of one of his trademark black t-shirts with the washed-out logo and sweatpants. Too big, naturally. But as soon as you put them on and felt his scent envelop you whole, there was a fleeting feeling of comfort. Of knowing that although he was not yours, you had a part of him. No matter how unimportant.

Once you checked that your face was clean of the residual make-up, nothing was holding you back from reemerging from the bathroom. Apart from maybe the fear itself. Swallowing down the anxious bile in your throat, you pushed the door open, slowly peeking around the frame to locate Bruce. It did not take long as he stood with his back turned, staring at the photograph on the desk. You cleared your throat quietly to grab his attention and smiled shyly once he turned towards you. The air felt electric with awkward tension that had taken all your words and rendered them useless. So far that all you felt capable of was staring at him and waiting for cues towards the next step in the complex game. Bruce must have noticed your paralysis, for he took a step closer and spoke:

“You can stay here and get some sleep” following his gesture towards the bed, you realised he had made it up when you were in the bathroom and smoothed out the covers.

Feeling the overwhelming flush of gratitude and something else, unnameable still, you quickly interjected, the feelings tying up your tongue and rushing the words:

“Oh, no, I can go to the room Alfred gave me,” the turndown coming out weak and making you curse internally.

Because agreeing seemed like yet another boundary overstepped in an hour. The idea alone was enough to bring a darker shade of embarrassment onto your cheeks and plunge your mind into the depthless pit of inescapable thoughts. One look at Bruce told you he did not care about your refusal as he bounced back the reply with a tone that left no room for discussion:

“There’s no need. I don’t sleep much” following the comment with a thin smile, he took a step towards the door, evidently eager to escape, “I’ll be in the library if you need anything,”

“Thank you” there was nothing else to do but whisper the courtesy and stare at him, hoping to convey even a half of your feelings through the act.

It did not matter what he saw as he met your gaze. Whether it was the confusion, longing, or appreciation because you knew they were all true, all present. There was curiosity there, too, unsatisfied and ever-growing. Unable to let go and settle down until you understood him, his mind, and his heart.

As if prodded by a similar stream of thoughts, Bruce started speaking again with a quiet, measured tone that betrayed the nerves underneath:

“And- If you’re worried about her, about Selina, don’t. Whatever I have with her it’s nothing compared to this, to us” you noticed a shade of pink on his cheeks just as he turned away, opened the door, and disappeared in the corridor.

Between one beat and the next, you were alone with the sentence still ringing in your ears. Selina. The name rolled over your tongue silently with a frown on your face. Us. The pronoun sticking to your consciousness like a most intrusive of ideas, spinning faster through the mind. You knew he meant it as a reassurance, clearing out the air between you before it got entangled further. It was a welcomed change as you still felt a dangerous thrill of desire wash through upon the reminder about the kiss he lay on your ribcage. But it did not solve anything, only making the incessant hopes harder to discard and daydreams impossible to ignore. Especially, when you could still smell his scent, clinging to the clothes you borrowed. A frustrated groan tore at your throat as you approached the desk, hoping to take your mind off enough to lie down.

Refusing to glance at the family photo for the fear of awakening grief, you directed your attention to the stacks of mysterious papers and notebooks. One glance at the pages told you that they mostly consisted of his private writing; the discovery was enough to make you drop the paper as though you had been burned. Your presence alone in his bedroom seemed like a betrayal even though he was the one who let you in. With the mind busy with frustrating thoughts, you flipped through the piles mindlessly, unable to tell what you were looking for. Suddenly, a familiar sketch caught your attention, the page falling from your hands onto the desk like an omen. The bat symbol, very much like the knife welded into the breastplate of Vengeance’s armour, only here not perfected. As if it was one of the practice sketches, the blueprint of the object before it had been created. But it made no sense. Absolutely no fucking sense.

Quite like Bruce Wayne made no fucking sense. Because if he- But he couldn’t be. Why would he? Why would he go undercover to fight crime? Why? The simple question reverberated in your head, the echo creating a blooming headache at your temples. You dropped the page again, letting it fall between the papers. Perhaps it was just the tiredness and the trauma taking its toll. Perhaps, perhaps.

With shaking hands, you collected the pages and rearranged them back in stacks, checking twice if the faithful sketch was lost in between. It would be best to forget it even happened. To wipe the discovery from your mind and never mention it to anyone. Because, surely, it was just a coincidence. Right?

Eager to get rid of the growing unease, you slipped between the silky covers, letting your head bury in the soft pillow. It was a mistake as soon the smell engulfed you again, tearing at the purulent wound in your chest. His smell. A reminder that all this could crumble, leaving you alone and rejected. Again. The parting remark flew back into the forefront of your mind as if called back upon by the delusional heart unwilling to let him go. Just for a little longer. Just for the night, perhaps. Reaching for the switch by the bedside light, you allowed the darkness to envelop the room. In the dark, there were no shadows to disturb your blissful ignorance. There you could rest, even if for a short while.

***

When you woke up next, the room was still pitch dark with no light coming in through the gaps in the curtains. At once, everything came back, helping you identify the unfamiliar bed and the clothes smelling like someone else. The headache had eased, becoming a throbbing discomfort at the back of your head. As you slowly sunk back into reality, the mind acknowledged something else that was different, something new.

Someone was lying right next to you on the bed. Bruce. The name left your throat with a gasp of air as you shifted on your side to look at him. He was sound asleep, the measured breaths coming out through the parted lips and the face relaxed. The breath caught in your chest as you watched him, unable to process what it meant. There was a dilemma now, beginning to form in your thoughts. Whether to go back to sleep as if nothing happened and bet on the likelihood that he would be gone by morning? Or to act on what you knew could destroy everything yet was so hard to deny? It would have been easy to reach out towards him, get closer and wrap your arms around his body. To let him decide the next step.

Frustration boiled in your veins as you felt the heat bloom across the cheeks, making you fist the duvet to keep yourself from making a noise. That is when you registered the change in Bruce’s breathing, the calm cadence disturbed and ragged. His hands moved restlessly, and his forehead creased in a sign of distress. When he released a first quiet whimper, you knew the nightmare was not passing on its own. The anxiety kicked in as the adrenaline helped you act with bravery you did not know you had. First, slowly moving towards Bruce, letting your hand touch his arm with a featherweight. It did not work. His face tensed as the fears raged on, keeping him locked within their steel cage and far from you. Sitting up, you leaned over him slightly to press your palm to his cheek, feeling the warmth of the skin:

“Bruce, wake up,” a whisper, laced with urgency upon seeing the struggle rise in strength, “It’s just a nightmare” you took hold of one of his hands, squeezing tightly to keep it steady.

It was difficult to tell when he woke up or whether it was any of your actions or some external trigger. Only, before another word of reassurance could leave your lips, his eyes snapped open. In a flash, Bruce rolled over, pinning you to the bed with your locked hands over your head. You gasped sharply, feeling a wave of shock pass through the system as you gazed up at him. His eyes were wide with fear; heavy breaths came through the parted mouth at irregular intervals as though he was struggling with it. There was no question of what to do next.

With your palm still pressed to his face, you resumed the gentle caress, waiting for him to return fully. Two sharp blinks, and it downed. The recognition flashed through the troubled blue eyes as Bruce’s face contorted with remorse and shame. His lips opened as if to offer an apology, but you were quicker, using the proximity to press a kiss to the crease between his eyebrows. Then another one over the forehead, letting your touch linger with each to ground him. Bruce let out a long exhale, relaxing the grip over your hand yet not moving away.

With the heart racing in your chest, you felt your body acknowledge how close he was, sensing the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. The knee lodged between your thighs as if to taunt you. His chest flush against yours, feeling the beat of his heart through the fabric. There was no chance of getting out of it sane. And you stopped hoping you could, letting go of the restraint and allowing the emotions to reign free. The inherent yearning made you lay another kiss, this time, on his cheek and lean back to meet his gaze. The fear gave way to boundless gratitude and longing, pulling you in and bringing a soft smile to your face.

Your hand kept stroking his face, allowing Bruce to relax and decide for himself. With his body so close and enveloping you, it was impossible to think or find logic. There was only hunger and fascination, burning in your veins and making you lean closer again, nudging his nose with yours as if to remind him of the potential. It was enough. Bruce took a deep breath as if diving deep underwater and covered your mouth with his in a soft kiss. A tentative peck, as though it was the very first time, and then reaching out for more and prodding your mouth open. You deepened the contact with a sigh that he swallowed and slid your hand to the back of his neck, toying with the hair ends and bringing him closer. As your tongue entangled with his, Bruce let his teeth graze over your bottom lip. The hand that has held onto yours letting go and trailing down your arm to venture underneath the shirt. Upon the touch of his fingers over your bare skin, you made sure to up the tempo, kissing him with a need that could not be easily satisfied. If only because once he was there and willing, you could not hold back. No matter the pain that could await in the morning. No matter the regrets that would surely follow. Bruce was there, and that was enough.

His hand wandered up your torso with a torturous pace, as if desperate to learn the texture of your skin by heart. As if you were a canvas, he wanted to memorise through his fingertips. A frustrated whine got caught in your throat as Bruce cupped your breast, showing impatience of his own. He broke the kiss and met your fevered gaze with wide blue eyes. As if it was too much to take in, as if he never expected the situation to go that far. An unasked question waited for you in the depths of his stare.

“It’s okay,” the answering whisper was laid to rest on the corner of his mouth, urging him to continue.

After a beat, he nodded, swallowing down the uncertainty and slowly caressing your breast to bring out another gasp. It was too easy to get lost and see what he would do next. Eager to retaliate any way you could, you trailed your hands down his back, hoisting the t-shirt over the stomach and allowing your fingers to explore the territory. The jagged scarred tissue underneath your fingertips, the warmth of his flesh and the gentle rise and fall of his stomach all persuading you to continue and increase your curiosity. It was the anchor grounding the desire you could feel building up in your system, threatening to overwhelm soon if you were not careful.

As if aware of the chaos unfolding in your body, Bruce dragged a hand down your thigh, bringing out goosebumps in its wake and leaned in to trail pecks from the edge of your jaw. Before you could foresee his next move, it was too late. A first, slow kiss placed on the side of your neck acted like a harsh reminder. A jolt passed through your body, warmth pooling in the lower stomach as if anticipating it could only get worse. Or better. Emboldened by your shivers, Bruce increased the intensity of the kisses, taking his time with each. Every kiss spiced with his teeth, catching your skin to find that tipping point of madness. Fuck. Soon enough, all you could do was bite back the moans and dig your fingernails into the flesh of his toned stomach, undoubtedly marking him just like he marked you. A gasp for a gasp. A scar for a scar. Nothing measured, nothing held back but in perfect balance. The promise of so much more waiting just within your reach.

The idea alone made you realise how wet you were getting. The fabric of the underwear sticking to the skin and making you clench your thighs in anticipation. Only his knee was the obstacle, forcing you to hoist your leg over his hip, bringing him closer. The telling reaction, a deep-throated groan and a possessive grasp at your thigh were the payback. You could feel the impatience in the way Bruce ravished your neck, peppering your skin with kisses and tasting it with his tongue. As if you were an object he wanted to study, a case to crack with meticulous detail and devotion. Enough to make you hungrier, clinging to his hips and hooking the fingers around the band of the sweatpants to feel the v bones and abdomen beneath your fingertips.

That is when you crossed the line, unaware yet very soon to discover it. Bruce finished the exploration of your neck with a gentle kiss over the pulse point and leaned back to look at you. The sight of his flushed cheeks and swollen lips with the pupils blown wide made you gasp quietly, reaching back to cup his face and trace the shape of his mouth. The darkened eyes told the tale that he never would, a story of want and desire consuming the senses. And, at the centre of the narrative was your place. Yours, and no one else’s. Between one heartbeat and the next, you knew that no matter what happened tomorrow or the day after, you had this. His body beneath your hands. The taste of his tongue on yours. And it was good enough.

Good enough to survive the following disappointment. His brow furrowed as you gazed at each other, suspended in the state of hesitation, the desperation had not reached its peak just yet. Before you could find the necessary words, Bruce spoke with regret hazing the husky tone of his voice:

“I’m sorry, I can’t… do this” as if highlighting the meaning, he let go of you without a warning and rolled back onto his back.

The breath you did not know you had been holding left your lips with a whoosh. The lack of satisfaction was burning in the pit of your stomach as you clenched your thighs and swallowed the frustration. He was still here, and it had to count for something. Right?

“It’s okay,” ignoring the gaping hole in your chest you turned onto your side to ask the most important of questions “Do you want me to leave?”

It was that simple. Because although he had not stormed off or run away from you, did not mean you were welcomed still. It did not mean that you could stay in his bed, in his clothes. In his arms.

You waited with bated breath for the answer, watching him as Bruce stared at the darkened windows, lying motionless save for the rise and fall of his stomach. After what felt like ages, he broke the heavy silence with a response:

“That’s the last thing I want” his voice was still tinted with desire, lowering the tone and adding a layer of meaning behind each word.

It was enough for you. Putting back the steely control in place, you scooted closer to take the hand he had lying on his stomach and entwined your fingers tightly. Once it was clear Bruce was alright with it, you pressed your body against his side and nuzzled the crook of his neck. He felt like safety, like someone you could lean on. The unspoken gratitude rang through your tender hold as Bruce squeezed your fingers and moved to give you more space on his side of the mattress. You took it without a question, curling around him to make sure he felt your presence and everything you wanted him to understand through it. That you were there. That whatever happened did not change a single thing. And that you were willing to come back to it one day. Soon, perhaps.

“Then let’s try to get some more sleep” instead, you only whispered the simple sentence, closing your eyes with your face pressed to the skin of his neck.

The last thing you registered was the pleasant weight of his arm sneaking around your waist to pull you closer. A smile spread your lips, pulling the consciousness into the dreamless rest.

***

The second time you woke up in Bruce Wayne’s bed, it was already morning. The daylight was streaming in through the gap between the curtains. Blinking away the sleep, you registered that the space right next to you was still warm but empty. He was gone. The faint taste of disappointment settled on your tongue as you let your eyes roam over the room. During the day, the space looked even more cluttered, yet the chaos seemed homely somehow. As if you would have no trouble navigating your way around it. Careful. The cautionary voice rang out in your head as the door to the ensuite bathroom creaked and opened. Your gaze was on the doorway in no time, awaiting him with a balanced mixture of anxiety and anticipation. A final thought was spared to the undeniable bedhead you were sporting before all the coherence was wiped clean from your brain.

Bruce was right there, frozen on the threshold as his eyes locked with yours. His dark hair was damp from the shower and combed back, the droplets of water falling onto his shoulders. He was shirtless, a fresh t-shirt in hand as if he was not anticipating you to be awake just yet. On their own accord, your eyes drifted downward, over the sharp shadows of the collarbones and the outline of the abs on his stomach. Until you found what you were looking for. The thin, pink lines scratched across his abdomen. The marks you had laid upon him in return for a hint of pleasure. Your body heated, remembering the night, and you quickly pulled back the duvet to sit up, forcing a gentle smile to make up for the lack of words. It did the trick. Bruce returned your expression and hesitantly crossed the distance to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Morning, gorgeous” your grin widened upon his double-take as you reached your hand in his direction, hoping he would meet you in the middle.

You did not have to wait long.

“Good morning” Bruce smiled shyly as his fingers entangled with yours in the loose hold, resting on the duvet, “How… How did you sleep?” once the question was out, he blushed a darker shade.

As if his brain also decided to offer a specially selected reel of the best from the previous night. With that at the forefront of your mind, it was impossible not to tighten the hold over his palm and quirk your lips into a cheeky smirk:

“Great. Especially since you showed up” dropping your gaze to his lips and making sure he noticed, you moved an inch closer.

To show that you were willing to continue. Even now. You could see how his breath hitched, the hand resting in your twitching slightly.

A sharp knock rattled through the wooden doors, making you both jump up as if caught in the act.

Well, some sort of an act.

“Bruce,” Alfred’s voice rung as the only warning you were going to get before he opened the door and peeked inside “Do you know if-” the moment his eyes landed on the two of you, you could see the shock resounding on his face, a hasted apology tumbling over the tongue as embarrassment washed over the butler “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you’re here” that last part was aimed at you without a doubt.

You could only offer him a shrug, letting go of the shame that hung in the air even though there was no reason. Or almost no reason. Not daring to look at Bruce, who had his head hung in humiliation, you grinned at the older man with a mock salutation to your invisible top hat:

“Top of the morning, Alfred,” arching your eyebrow to show that you did not mean any grudge towards him.

Only, just a teeny, tiny regret.

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[letarasstuff]

The Quiet after a Storm

(A/N): Hello, this is plays in the same settings as the previous story I wrote including Moon Knight, but you don't need to read it. The only important information you need from it, is that the fem!reader is a teenager and a relative to Marc and lives permanently with them and Layla

(A/N) 2: Reupload bc after 24 hours it still wasn't showing up in the tags

Summary: Dealing with feelings is difficult. Dealing with feelings as a teenager is even more difficult. But Marc and Steven are equipped to help.

Warnings: description of overwhelming feelings, crying breakdown because of those, fluff to balance out the sad in hurt/comfort style

Wordcount: 1.4k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________

“How do you deal with it?” Confused Steven looks up from his book. “Wha’? Wha’ are you talking about, love?” (Y/N) makes a big gesture, trying to get her point across. “The- feelings? How do you deal with them?” Sensing that this will be a conversation that needs his full attention, he closes the book and puts his reading glasses aside.

“Love, did something happen we need to be informed about?” (Y/N) shakes her head, but hesitates a moment before answering.

“No- Yes? I don’t know. I- It’s just… I get all of these emotions inside of me and I try to pick one up and decide what it is and what purpose it is serving me, but I come up with nothing? And then I think that I may be just hungry or tired or exhausted by all the school work and meeting people and maybe it’s just my social battery running low. But then I have eaten, relaxed, a few nights of good sleep and did my self care routine and I still feel like I can’t hold a thought for longer than two seconds? And the harder I grasp at those feelings the more they are slipping through my fingers, it’s like trying to catch sand when you are in the water at the beach. Nothing makes sense, and then there is an occasional memory and I also try to make sense of that one and everything is just a big giant mess.” She throws her hands up in despair, after plopping down on the sofa.

“Am I a bad person to feel like this? I feel like I don’t have a reason to have all of my feelings out of control like this. Am I faking how I feel? Am I just doing all of this for attention? Why is being human such a big mess? I’m a bad person, am I, Steven?”

At the end she is rambling, her monologue only stopping for the fraction of a second to get some air. After (Y/N) is finished, Steven takes a seat beside her. He slings an arm around her shoulder and pulls her into his side. “This really sounds like a giant mess. Have you considered that you may need to cry?” He asks her tentatively. In the six months the teenager is living with them, the Brit hasn’t seen her cry once. Neither has Marc.

Not that this is an important point, never seeing a person cry, but it’s something interesting to keep in mind the two of them decided once.

Quickly (Y/N) frees herself out of the hug after hearing Steven’s suggestion. “Did you seriously ask me to cry? And then what, everything is magically better?” She throws him an incredulous look, as if he told her to grow a second head to solve the problem at her hand. But this doesn’t phase him.

“Yes, I did. There are different articles and papers about how crying can be beneficial to you. And I mean, we all cry. Some more than others, but there is no shame to that. It just can be helpful. For me, it is. And I know for a fact that the same counts for Marc and Layla. It’s just a natural response as a human being to messes in life. I don’t wanna sound mean, but your life has been a mess for some time and you have now the time to process it. So of course there are feelings that are unresolved. It’s only logical. Just as there have to be feelings you are not familiar with yet, because you had to deal with situations you weren’t in before. Maybe a good cry can help you. If not, we can look for other solutions, such as you talking to Marc or Layla. Or talking to a therapist, if you want to.”

The teen still looks unconvinced. “You do know that crying is a sign of weakness? You make other people know that you are overwhelmed by your feelings and that you are unable to deal with them. How can this be beneficial, being vulnerable like that?”

Steven’s face softens at that admission. He pulls her back into the embrace, drawing light patterns on her back. “Oh no, Love. There is no such thing as weakness, especially when you cry. It’s quite the opposite. Opening yourself up to another person like that, it’s taking courage. If you feel the need, just let it out. Nothing to judge there. It’s a good and healthy way to express yourself. But like I said, if this is not the right thing for you, we can look for something different. Like writing, drawing, even run-” A loud sob cuts him off.

(Y/N)’s body is shaking, sobs wracking through it, desperately making their way up to finally escape. Who knows how long she had been holding them in, shoving them down deeper and deeper to make sure they stayed there. Tears are running down her face like it’s a competition of which one makes their way down first. It looks like a never ending race with no winner ever being appointed.

The Brit is holding her even tighter, rocking their bodies back and forth, whispering soothing words into her ear. “You are safe with us, let it all out. We’ll protect you for as long as you want us to. You don’t need to worry about that anymore. Let it out, give your feelings the space they need to be expressed.”

If you ask her, (Y/N) wouldn't be able to assign a time on how long they sat there like that, her crying and him talking and guiding her through it. It could have been minutes, hours, days, she really doesn’t have any clue. If you ask Steven, he would tell you that it doesn’t matter. Feelings are there to be felt and you need to feel them for as long as it’s needed.

The next thing (Y/N) clearly remembers is her waking up on the couch, her head in his lap with the TV playing in the background. “Hello there, Bean. You feelin’ better?” Marc asks her, his hand is running up and down her shoulder in a soothing manner. The teenager takes a bit to think about the question, trying to figure out the answer. “Actually, I do. Everything is so- so clear now? Like, it’s like the air has cleared after a storm with thunder and heavy rain. It is- it is calmer now.” Marc smiles at that. “That’s all I’m asking for. Steven is really good at making sense of how we feel, even before we know it ourselves.”

This elicits a laugh from her, a sound he learned to miss over the last few weeks. Seeing that smile on her face makes the pain he felt while watching her cry worth it.

(Y/N) Sits up and rubs the sleep from her eyes. As if he read her thoughts, Marc hands her a glass of water that's already placed on the coffee table. He must have gotten up while she was napping.

“Ok, I thought about some nice afternoon activities. We can go out with Layla, go to the movies and get a nice dinner afterwards. Or we stay here, have a movie marathon and order take out. I already texted Layla and she is fine with either option, so the decision is all yours.” Weighing the options, (Y/N) sways her head from one side to another.

“I have to admit that a movie marathon and take out sound better than putting on outside clothes, actually going outside and talking to strangers.” Another soft smile graces her face after making her decision, which makes Marc smile in return.

He nods. “Good, I’ll text Layla, she’ll pick up some snacks and stuff, ok?” (Y/N) nods again, putting her head on his shoulder.

Not even half an hour later Layla opens the door, scouting their apartment only to find her favorite people to cuddle on the couch, Marc snoring loud and (Y/N) drooling onto his shirt.

It’s a picture that finds its home next to the others from day trips and beautiful moments on the fridge.

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[aayo-whatt]

✨~got bored so i put the winchester gays and their angel "buddies" in an incorrect quotes generator~✨

PART THREE BABES

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Gabe: *slams books down in front of Michael* Gabe: Boil up some Mountain Dew. It’s gonna be a long night. Michael: You could of said literally anything else. Gabe: Cauldron boil and cauldron bubble, Baja Blast to fuel my trouble. Michael: I’m going to just stop challenging you when you say random shit. I won’t win. I realize this now.

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Dean: If I see a bug, I simply leave the room elegantly and require someone else do something about it. Dean: If no one fulfills my wish, I simply never go back in there.

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Michael: Self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath or putting on a lot of make up if you like that, or taking a nice warm nap and stuff like that basically. Adam: Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. self care is the fear in your enemies eyes. Cas: Self care is stealing someones birthday cake just to eat the frosting. Adam: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

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Dean: Someone’s trying to break in. Call the cops! Cas: *loads shotgun* I got this. Dean: Last week you fell up the stairs, what do you mean-

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Adam: I need a long word. Dean: T-rex but the long one.

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Adam: *running towards Michael with open arms* Michael: *moves out of the way* Adam: Hey, why'd you move?! Michael: I thought you were going to attack me. Adam: I was going to hug you! Michael: Why would you hug me? Adam: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

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Dean: Like, no offense to myself and all, but what the fuck am I actually doing?

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Michael: Someone care to explain why we have 6 dogs in our apartment? Gabe: They're golden retrievers, dude. They retrieve gold. I did this for us.

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Adam: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

i saw vessel and just copied & pasted-

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Gabe: Someone take me to art museums and make out with me. Sam: But they said not to touch the masterpieces. Gabe: Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall. Adam, on a walkie talkie: This is Adam, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

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*In a group chat* Dean: A pegan just flew into my window. Sam: Pegan? Gabe: A what? Adam: Ah yes, my favourite bird, Pegan. Michael: I thought you said penguin for a second, LMAO! Cas: Just a normal day with flying penguins crashing into my window. Michael: You have pigeons flying into your window? Can't relate, I have penguins flying into my window. Dean: I literally just made a typo-

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Gabe: *writing a letter* Gabe: Dear Santa, I'm writing to let you know I've been naughty... And it was worth it you fat, judgemental bastard.

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Dean: I need to dye my hair. Michael: ... Dean: Or get another tattoo. Michael: ... Dean: Or a new piercing. Michael: Why? Dean: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

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Dean: What did you order this morning? Adam: What do you mean? Dean: I heard you answer the door, and I sensed food.

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Dean: And I’d love to be sorry for that, but we all know I’ve done much, much worse.

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Gabe: Am I going to far? Michael: No, no, no. You went too far about 7 hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

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Sam: You three, explain right now! Michael: It was Dean. Adam: It was Dean. Cas: It was Dean. Dean: Dean: …fuck.

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Adam: Ayo, what the FUCK is this?!? Dean, sitting down, surrounded by corpses: I won Mafia, that’s what.

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Gabe: Wow, left handed AND British? You really are an illusion.

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Adam: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

Michael sitting next to him: 😐😑😐

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Adam: Why are you like this?? Dean: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

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Gabe: You’re my best friend, I would do anything for you. Sam: I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Gabe: Absolutely not.

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Adam: The floor is lava! Michael: *helps Dean onto the counter* Sam: *kicks Cas off the sofa* Gabe: *lays on the floor* Adam: ...Are you okay? Gabe: No.

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Adam: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

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Cas: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

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Adam: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos- Michael: I wrote you a poem. Adam, already crying:You did?

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Cas: Everyone thinks I'm this soft cute person but I'm not! Dean: Cas, you cried for an hour after stepping on a bug yesterday. Cas: It had feelings! It was probably going home to dinner and I killed it! Sam: ...It was a bug. Cas: It was a BEETLE, and its wife is definitely worried sick, wondering where it is, and I really don't get why you all think I'm so sentimental because I'm not! Dean: ... Sam: ... Cas: Stop looking at me like that!

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Michael: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done. Cas: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real. Michael: They're not. Cas: Haha, very funny. Michael: I'm serious. Didn't you hear? Cas: No... what happened? Michael: ...Why would you fall for this again-

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Sam: You need to be more careful! Gabe, who was dragged into Sam's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

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Dean: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Michael: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

~~

PART 1 PART 2

#spn #spn incorrect quotes #supernatural #supernatural incorrect quotes #dean #castiel #destiel #sam #gabriel #sabriel #adam #michael #midam

[rath-writes]

ah, yes. new year, new mental breakdowns.

look at them. LOOK AT THEM SOMEONE PUSH THEM TOGETHER IMMEDIATELY !!!!!!!!

i’m gonna throw up nobody could have prepared me for this. i’m going to bed wake me up when it’s feb 23rd. ✨

absolutely feral for these two—

#this season will have us all in caskets #i am so ready for these two #jiara #jj x kiara #kiara carrera #jj maybank #obx3 #outer banks #outer banks promos #outer banks season 3

[figthefruitfaeth]

Five Comfort Characters Tag

tagged by ✨ @outpastthebrakers ✨ mwah!

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) — the man, the myth, the blorbo turning my brain to worms

Data (ST:TNG) — he’s a little guy who just wants to learn things and appreciate his friends like?? beloved

Jo March (Little Women) — “women are people…but god I’m so lonely” she doesn’t pay a single dime to live in my head

Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) — the multiple essays and emotional breakdowns I have planned for this woman…obsessed with how her brain works

Abed Nadir (Community) — my favorite little guy from my favorite sitcom ever, yes he’s almost a copy paste of Data I love who I love <3

tagging (pressure free) lovelies @pomegranatebb @hellsfireclub @cheatghost @griddlenavs @fastcardotmp3 @flashyysins @gothbat99 @judasofsuburbia @kkpwnall @yournowheregirl

#tag game #thanks man!!

[monsterrae1]

If you're up for it could we get 42?

"I'm happy when you're around."

Hi Chloe 🖤 thank you for requesting 🥰✨

*

Eddie was getting familiar with happiness. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t been happy before in his life, he remembered nights out with his friends as a teenager where they never seemed to stop laughing, he remember the euphoria he felt when Christopher had been born and how much his cheeks hurt from all the laughing and smiling; even in recent years, there had been parties and movie nights with Buck, there had been silly stories shared with the 118, and afternoons spend on his abuela’s house watching reruns of marimar - Yes the telenovela was so overly dramatic it was just funny, especially with Pepa’s commentary. 

But there had also been funerals, and endless nights spent in hospital’s waiting rooms, or even nights spent in hospital rooms, Eddie had gotten too familiar with lost, and pain, and helplessness. Slowly, it seemed like happiness was something out of reach for him. 

Until his best friend had broken down his bedroom door, held him through his breakdown, listened to him while he spilled his every fear at him, and then stayed. Buck had stayed and let Eddie heal, he helped with Christopher the days he could barely leave the bed in the mornings after spending nights fighting off his own head, Buck let him talk when he needed to talk, and sat quietly with him on the days therapy was too harsh and Eddie couldn’t talk anymore. He stayed, and when Eddie was ready to find happiness again, he looked at Buck and thought to himself He makes me happy.  

A few days later he decided Buck deserved to know.

It wasn’t really a date, Eddie had just asked Buck out for dinner, just the two of them, while Chris had a sleepover with Deny and Harry, he hadn’t said it was a date because he wanted to show Buck that he made him happy regardless of their relationship status, so officially it wasn’t a date. Even when it felt just like one.

Eddie had chosen a table at their favorite Korean place, they usually didn’t go often since Christopher wasn’t a huge fan, but Eddie had heard Buck said he was craving dumplings so he made the reservation and then let Buck know he was taking him out for dinner their next night off. Buck had blushed and accepted the invitation and when Eddie picked him up from his place he was smiling shyly, playing around with the hem of his shirt, and Eddie just smiled took his hand and dragged him to the truck.

They didn’t let go until they had to in order to get in the truck, but once they parked at the restaurant’s lot Buck’s excitedly grabbed Eddie’s again and lead him to the restaurant, talking about how much food he was going to order and how Eddie didn’t have a say on it – Eddie just laughed and let Buck choose their meal, after all he was one with the cravings, and Eddie was fine with whatever – but once again, Buck didn’t let go of his hand until he absolutely had to.

“You know” Buck said once they were done with their first course of food “you’ve been a lot happier lately”

Eddie smiled at him “have I?”

Buck hummed “You’re smiling more” he was staring at his drink instead of Eddie “It’s a good look on you”

“I guess I am, happier” Eddie reached for Buck’s hand again, squeezing it and letting Buck tangle their fingers together “I’m happy when you’re around, always”

Buck blushed and looked up to Eddie through his lashes “yeah?”

Eddie hummed, squeezing Buck’s fingers with his own.

Maybe it hadn’t been a date, but at the end of the night, when Eddie dropped Buck home he still leaned into his tip toes to press a gentle kiss to Buck’s lips, and Buck wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled him into the house, and they kissed for a while longer, and much later, when they were both more asleep than awake Buck kissed him one las time and whispered into the space between them: “I’m happy when you’re around too”

And Eddie couldn’t help but press his smile into Buck’s, vowing right there, to always make Buck happy, and let Buck make him happy in return.

You can find other of my tumblr prompts here

#answered #buddie #buddie fic #bitchfacediaz #Chloe 🔮 #sorry it took me a million years to answer 😅 #hope you like it #I'm kinda sick so if this doesn't make sense it's the anti-flu meds fault

[asukamood]

Dreamswap belongs to onebizarrekai

While I do really love Drue and past Sweammare, I gotta admit that Drani deserved better. Man, Ani didn’t deserve to die this early on.

Anyways, here is a little fic about them dragging their workaholic (and alcoholic) ‘friend’ in ghost hunting with them that I wrote while having several mental breakdowns, ✨ enjoy ✨

***

The castle in which Justice Reigns was settled was old, it was not a secret for anyone. It has been there even a millennia before Dream was given the building, it was passed down from family to family yet not a lot of people talked about the paranormal activities that were sometimes witnessed inside the imposing walls.

Because yes, the place was haunted. By several ghosts actually.

Even Ani, while being very close to the owner of the place, had no idea spirits roamed the halls of the castle until they saw with their own eyes a pen writing down something on paper without a person holding said pen.

Children were gathered around that phenomenon with stars instead of pupils. “Emily came back!” Ani heard them say enthusiastically, waiting patiently for the pen to be put down.

They approached them and crouched to their level, a curious expression on their face. “Who is Emily?”

The orphans flinched, seemingly not having noticed them stepping closer. They stammered, all looking at each other in distress.

“What should we do??” One finally whispered through gritted teeth, eyes darting back and forth between Ani and the other children.

“I don’t know, maybe we should just tell them? Mx.Ani is trustworthy after all.” They all hummed in thought at the comment before nodding like one person and turning back toward them, unaware of the fact Ani heard them very clearly.

“Emily is our ghost friend.” One started, a smile on their lips. “But don’t tell anybody! It could be our little secret!” They brought a finger near their lips to underline the ‘don’t tell anyone part.

“Is Emily the only ghost here?” Many would have spooked or weirded out by the children’s confession, perhaps brushing it off as this ‘Emily’ being an imaginary friend of theirs but Ani did see the pen scribbling down words in messy handwriting. Yet to their surprise, they weren’t scared, just very intrigued.

The children shook their heads. “No, she told us there were more than a hundred here.”

As Ani kept gathering information from the children, an idea gradually bloomed into their mind.

‘I’m going to get a ghost friend.’

Although the children had been given some bribes of information here and there, it was still not a lot to go from, they were going to need a little more help.

Now, who would be of better help than Dream himself, who has been in this castle for decades straight, well, pan? With a newfound determination, the human walked in the direction of the latter’s office.

***

“Why am I getting letters about a potted plant?” Dream wondered out loud, the question not quite meant for anyone in particular. He read the sheet of paper in his hands multiple times but the text hasn’t changed, he didn’t know what was more perplexing between the fact someone wrote this or the fact they sent it to the CEO of the most prominent organization in the entire multiverse.

He was about to curl it into a ball and throw it away until the two tall wooden doors of the office’s entrance slammed open against the walls, the noise the collision produced loud enough to have Dream almost jump out of his skin.

‘Either this is Ani and nothing happens or it’s not and somebody might just get thrown in a cell.’

“Dream! It’s 6 pm, why are you still working?” He looked up from his paper and caught a glimpse of an emerald poncho covering fair skin, and messy black hair falling on the person’s forehead like a waterfall. That was Ani, there was no need to take out his handcuffs then, that’s good.

“Already?” The winged man looked up to the clock on the opposite wall from his and it did show the same hour Ani just exclaimed. “Apologies, I didn’t see the time pass.”

The thin human pouted with a disapproving glint in their irises as they stepped inside the room. “Yes well, you’re coming with me to get dinner, Mister Workaholic.”

Dream opened his mouth but was immediately cut off without even having finished the first syllable. “No, you may not drink. I need you sober today.”

A sigh escaped him but his eyebrows raised once the second part of Ani’s speech was processed. “Why?” He tried to think of his last encounter with the short individual but couldn’t remember if they had anything planned for the day.

“You’ll see, now come with me!”

***

The two of them were quietly chewing on a recently cooked steak when Ani gulped down a glass of water in one go before opening their mouth.

“Hey Dream?” The latter hummed, unable to say anything because of the piece of meat still stuffed into his mouth. “Do you know anything about ghosts haunting the castle?”

Dream froze for a solid second before swallowing down what was left in his mouth. “Why are you asking? Did you have any problem with them?”

‘If they hurt Ani, I swear I’m going to call an exorcist on them.’

Emerald eyes sparkled at the question. “So there are spirits at Justice Reigns! Why did you never tell me?”

Golden eyes blinked, several times. “Well I didn’t see the need to, plus from what I know they prefer to be left alone.”

The adult in green seemed to be listening carefully to the other’s every word. “So you communicated with them before?” Dream nodded, deciding to entertain Ani’s curiosity.

“When I first stepped foot into the castle, the spirits all wrote to me, begging me not to take them away as they thought I was an angel sent to lead them to the other side.” Dream thought back of his nineteen years old self watching pens writing on random papers without a visible person holding them with his jaw dropped.

Ani grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Couldn’t have said it better.” Dream took a sip of his grape juice. Seeing that Ani wouldn’t let him drink any liquor tonight, he had to settle with this family-friendly alternative for now. “But they understood that I was not here for that so now they just occasionally talk to me about… pretty much anything.”

“So you don’t mind their presence?” Dream shook his head, shoving his last fork of meat in his mouth.

“No. As long as they’re not harming anyone, I don’t mind them at all. It just gets kinda cold sometimes.” When Dream looked up, he noticed Ani looking at him with a certain expression. They were going to ask him a favor 100%.

“If you don’t mind…” Ani started, looking down and shifting in their seat nervously. “Could you go with me ghost hunting? I want to befriend the spirits there, they must be lonely.” When they were asking him with that look, how was he supposed to refuse?

“Okay. I’m not letting you try finding phantoms by yourself anyways.” Ani’s eyes sparkled at his answer and they grinned.

“Thank you, let me just grab some flashlights before we begin. See you in the main entrance, Dream!” Then the pattering of naked feet gradually grew quieter until silence dawned in the room once more.

***

As they have stated earlier, the duo did find themselves alone in the main hall, the place only slightly lit up by the light of the moon. Ani approached Dream with a smile, which rapidly faltered and morphed into one of horror.

“DID YOU CUT OFF YOUR WINGS?!” They exclaimed, worry evident in their voice.

“Cut off my- Why would I ever do that?” Dream frowned. “No I didn’t, I just turned them transparent so they wouldn’t get in the way of our investigation.”

Ani sighed in relief, one of their hands clutching their poncho. “Thank god, don’t scare me like that again Dream, I almost had a heart attack.” Dream sent them an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ani nodded to acknowledge his apology and stared at the devices in his hands.

“What have you got there?” Dream pulled up a rectangular device which was divided by four parts: green, yellow, orange and red. Each had a sort of little lamp attached to it, they were currently all turned off. The other seemed to be a sort of mini lamp with holes in it.

“Just some things to help us know if a spirit is indeed with us or not. I see you also have a little bag with you, what’s in it?” Ani had a nervous smile on as they revealed the content of the bag to the blonde man.

“… You came here with sweets?”

“The easiest way to make friends with someone is to go through their stomachs.”

Well Dream had nothing to reply to this.

***

“So which room would you say is the most haunted?” In the darkness, Ani held a lit up flashlight that illuminated anything in a 4 feet radius but even with that, visibility was still at its lowest.

Behind them, Dream hummed in thought. “Either the cafeteria or my office.”

Ani arched an eyebrow at the last location. “Your office?”

“It used to be a bedroom.” He explained, without going into much detail. “A lot of things happened in it and now spirits surround it, there’s a reason why I chose this room and not another.”

“Oh I see— OH MY GOD-“ Ani cut their sentence off and turned on their heels immediately when a glossy yellow thing moved in their peripheral vision. “Dream, I think I saw some—“ When they fully turned, they took notice of golden wings sprang on their friend’s back as the latter rubbed his eyes, likely in fatigue. “Thing…”

Dream blinked once or twice before noticing his wings were back to normal. “Oh, I’m sorry let me just-“ A blink later and they dissolved into the air again. “I lost focus for a minute, my apologies.”

Ani shook their head with a smile, giggling. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing to apologize for. You can go to sleep if you’re tired though, I can do this alone.”

“No.” The tone Dream used left no room for discussion. “I’m okay, let’s keep moving. Cafeteria, right?”

Ani nodded and the duo set off to the location, their footsteps being the only thing breaking the religious silence that reigned over the castle at this hour… which actually surprised Ani a lot. Even though most of the organization’s activities took place during daytime, there were still supposed to be guards patrolling to make sure nobody would try any funny business when most people were sleeping.

Naturally they questioned Dream about it.

“I told them to stay outside the doors for the day, who knows if the guards walking around disturb the spirits in this place.” Ani’s mouth turned into an o of realization, they didn’t even think about that.

“Now that you say it… Oh we’re here.” They both opened the ancient wooden doors at the same time with one hand, the other holding the flashlight and illuminating the path in front of them.

As expected, the place was completely silent save for the sound of old wood cracking somewhere.

“This place used to be the throne room.” Dream spoke after some time, walking in a straight line as his golden eyes stared holes into the device in his hands. “A tyrant used to reign over the universe here and had countless people killed in this place.” Ani cringed at his words, they were never going to be able to look at the cafeteria the same way ever again.

Dream sat down at a table, soon followed by Ani. The man set down the strange device on a table, oriented toward the wall and turned it on. It illuminated the wall with an apple green color.

“Do you want to begin now?” He eyed them with curiosity as they arched an eyebrow.

“Begin what?” Awkward silence.

“Well… The conversation? Am I missing something there?” Ani blinked before the meaning of Dream’s words was processed and they hit their head with their palm.

“Right, sorry it’s two am and I lost my brain cells. Is anybody with us tonight?”

A table was hit nearby and Ani gasped in excitement, irises seconds away from stars. “Dream, did you hear that? They answered us!” Before Dream could even think of answering, the dark-haired adult took his hand and proceeded to run toward the origin of the noise, dragging the winged man along with them.

Even if Dream was not a huge fan of ghost hunting, he thought that if he got to see them smile like that every time, he wouldn’t mind doing this forever.

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[parkersbliss]

i mean, they're right.. arent we all five sluts

like, mans was so sad abt his siblings leaving him and all i could see now is how attractive he is walking away from viktor 💀

or whenever he pulls on his tie — SHIT GOT ME DIZZY EVERY TIME 🥹

also 😭 i just thought of a fic prompt at the scene where he saw himself???? lol i thought we were fr getting five having a needed emotional breakdown but nO,, to think i was so ready to cry too (also he was really hot here, the moment he scratched his neck i kinda saw what was coming)

and i love angst but this season was a whole nother level bcs i was just wishing five would get a break for like one or two eps, im still crying abt how we never got it

omg slytherin?!!! ok i think u got from context that im a slytherin too lol we'd for real be besties irl -✨

i felt that 😭😭 five’s going through emotional trauma and we’re just damn that’s hot babe

I’m a victim to the tie scene bc AGREED 🥵

no literally five scratched his neck and I went “who wants to bet he’s the founder lolol” and YES I was like okay a good cry and he’s just “don’t save the world?? ha no I want your tattoo”

I’m an angdt girly until we got that level of angst HOLY 😭😭 petition for five to catch a break in s4

YESH SLYTHERIN FOR THE WIN 🐍

#would you… give me this fic prompt 👀👀 #seriously tho give the man a break #28 days straight of saving the world #how about retirement ?? #I’m a victim of five 😔 #he’s got me in a chokehold #✨ anon #gracie answers 💛