#I’m order to get called their name

[ironicandpunny]

as a little confidence boost thing, my wife has taken to calling me “Barbie” when I start talking/feeling bad about myself and it’s honestly really working so this is your sign to just have someone you care about call you by the name of a character you aspire to be like as a self esteem booster :)

#ironicandpunny talks #barbie #barbie movie #yes it is mostly because we started saying hi barbie to each other after seeing the trailer #what if it #I always wanted to be just like Barbie when I grew up #and now I am barbie #comfort character #self esteem #self esteem boost #barbie has always been my comfort girlie and I am anxiously awaiting the movie #shouts to the early lights barbie movies that shaped me as a person #and before someone asks no it’s not a kink thing #or bimbofication #it just makes me feel good and pretty #that’s it #I’d literally feel the same if she called me like #ken or riku or clammy or elphie or whatever #my brain is easily tricked into believing that I must be just like them #I’m order to get called their name #hi Barbie

[tariah23]

I’m sorry but I’m never getting over Kendrick mentioning Drake’s cats name in the diss track bro.

#what the fuck 😭 #rambling #I’m done talking about the most of it online because white people and nbs have left a bad taste in my mouth regarding it I feel like #whenever any black shit or art goes viral we have to have the same conversations about how our art is also valid and I just- it’s over with #but my sister and I have been 🧠 in #I’m just glad that more people have gotten comfortable enough to start publicly calling out predators by name #regardless of what sorts of repercussions it’ll have for their careers #especially someone who’s as huge as Kendrick man #that really means something #he’d have to reevaluate the people he works with in the future tho regardless of their legacies (Dr dre…. Kodak black…. and recently #posting a vid of xxxtentation of him eluding to the fact that Drake had him assaulted) #but I could care less about xxx since he’s an abuser as well so what would’ve been the point of calling attention to drake being a creep #towards little girls for over a decade if he’s still willing to work with a convicted rapist y’know? #I’ll always be a Kendrick fan regardless he does show that he cares a ton about our culture and black people and the sacrifices that we #have to make in order to survive and so on… he’s always seemed like a positive guy #obviously you can’t put celebrities on a pedestal but you get it #he’s that guy #I always look forward to whenever he drops any music because I know that it’s going to be amazing and that he actually cares about what he #puts out into the world #he’s not a numbers guy either he just seems to put out what he personally likes and what’s dear to him and it’s always nice to see artists #put their soul into their work #and make themselves vulnerable enough to share with the rest of the world #he doesn’t that all of the time man

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

If one more person calls me Joanna I am going to scream

#two days in a row that’s the name they’ve put on my order at the coffe shop #and today the person taking my order knew me #she knows my name is Jonah #this keeps fucking happening and I’m so done with it #I’m honestly considering ordering with the name boneworms because at least if they fuck that up it’ll be interesting to see what they do #like at least then it hopefully won’t be just straight up misgendering me when they get it wrong #and as my friend reminded me (because I had honestly forgotten) my chem professor last year kept calling me Joanna as well #so now I’m even more mad about it #anyway done with that rant now #j rambles

[strohller27]

Me: Oh boy! Can’t wait to go to work today!

Me at work today:

#first a guy comes in for a Kilt he’s been awaiting for like 5 months and it’s the wrong tartan #then there was a karen who couldn’t be assed to walk around the store once to find the thing she wanted #told me to go find it FOR her while I am obviously in the middle of something #then we get a call from someone who wants to check in on their order but they WON’T TELL ME THE NAME ON THE ORDER they just keep repeating #what the fucken order is #YES I *know* what you bought WHAT IS YOUR FUCKEN NAME #and then I get *another* person calling because they placed a special order in October and they still haven’t gotten it #Keep in mind: I don’t have access to the back end of our website. Only the owner and manager do #I try to tell them I’m a new person I have only been in the PROVINCE for like 3 months I AM A NEW GUY. A BABY. A PEON. STOP YELLING AT ME #anyway sorry I needed to get that out of my system

[southislandwren]

Ah fuck i am romanticizing the shit out of a sword. I think I’m gonna ration my money for my next 4 paychecks so I can afford a sword and my tattoo (both in august lol) because not getting a sword at this point will be devastating. And yes I did just remember I’m getting a tattoo in august. Hell yeah

Oh edited to add since my birthday is in august maybe I can be like no gifts just money for sword. Because I’m a special little baby I still get gifts from my immediate family but this year? All sword. Let’s get this fucking bread (a sword)

#can’t wait to see my parents this weekend and be like oh btw I’m going to ren fair with my friend in august #and there is a 99.9% chance I’m walking out of there with a sword #(if ALL the swords are over 600 dollars or I don’t find one I like i won’t get a sword so I can save up or custom order one) #but like. mineru called the master sword the sword of hope (that is my girl name) and my stick at work is just like a long sword #and ever since I was a little 10 year old watching Merlin on DVDs mailed from Netflix I have wanted a sword and wanted to sword fight #I gotta get a sword. I would take such good care of it #and there’s a HEMA club in my hometown so when im at [redacted] I could do like actual classes and tournaments etc #and when im off on my farm idk I’ll figure something out. #but I haven’t loved sword fighting from afar for this long for me to not get a sword at some point. #I should get the master sword tattooed on me lol #diary post #ok it’s 9 I HAVE to go2 bed goodnight phone friends. tonight I’ll dream of glinting metal and the sound of blades swishing through the air

[madigoround]

I think tomorrow I’m going to go back to the y and politely insist that I be the only person on my account and that they remove any connection to my family, if the same woman who was mean about it today is there I could potentially ask for help from someone else but there’s no reason for my abusive family to be connected to me on that account just because when I was 14 I was on an account with them, I made her aware that I’m not in contact with them and that I am worried about them finding me and she said it didn’t matter because they weren’t even active members and they don’t give out member information which I think should be a given but it’s not really the point

#I’m really trying to let this go I promise I am but her calling me by my abusive mothers name has really done some damage #I sent a help request on the website to try and resolve it and they said someone would likely be in contact within 72 hours but even that #just feels like too long to be connected with them #I wish I had gotten a permanent protective order when the worst of it was going down so that maybe I could have that to show people as a #reason I don’t want to be connected with them but I didn’t even really know that was a thing at the time #I’m sitting here with the kitten and even that’s not making it better and I know I shouldn’t be so emotional over this but it hurts #it’s like abuse and trauma are ghosts that follow you and you can’t ever get away it feels kind of hopeless #I’m really trying to get over it I promise

[fingertipsmp3]

I really think I only get by at work because I look a bit pathetic all the time and people take pity on me

#people really let me get away with insane levels of incompetence and for what #case in point: the phone rang and my immediate reaction was to say ‘oh god why’ and then pick it up before i could second guess it #i babbled ‘hello; [name of workplace]; ellen lastname speaking?’ and then i was so anxious i didn’t listen to what the person said #i understood enough to realise we were either being auditied OR asked to make an order. both of these options made me panic because girl #i am not even CLOSE to being equipped to do either of those things. two seconds ago i was disinfecting a shelf and now i’m talking #to someone who seems to be welsh. i’m confused #so i said ‘uhhhh i’m going to get a manager sorry. it’ll just be a minute’ and i leave the phone on the hook #coincidentally the retail manager (NOT my manager but A manager) appears with a joiner who he is showing around and explaining some work #that needs to be done; and i hand him the phone and am like ‘i have no idea who’s on the phone but they need to speak to a manager’ #he takes it from me and is like ‘[name] here. someone will call you back’ hangs up and looks at me like i’m some horrendous pleb #‘it’s a wholesale frozen food company. tell [assistant catering manager] they called’ and i’m like ‘okay sorry. thanks’ #i felt soooooo stupid but nothing bad happened! and the assistant manager said we don’t order from them anymore because their stuff isn’t #good lol. so that was funny #this is why i don’t answer phones girl. #i was expecting it to be someone calling in sick (aka the only thing i was equipped to deal with) that was why i picked up tbh #because like who else has SPECIFICALLY the catering number. why do these people have it. so weird #but yeah. i really think i only got away with this because i’m so deeply pathetic looking lol #like gerry could never get away with this sort of thing #there’s a reason our boss’s boss asked gerry if he knew how to cash up yet and didn’t bother asking me. like. i OBVIOUSLY don’t know #i can’t even be relied upon to answer a phone lmao. i MOP FLOORS WRONG #world’s most incompetent barista over here ✨ #personal

[rosicheeks]

🙃

#I’m going to redo this cause my mind is all over the place and I want to idk organize my thoughts #so I’m still sick (mainly dealing with a brain fog right now) #and my roommate comes in and screams my name and wants to tell me all about the perfect date she just went on #no offense but I really don’t care right now #I’m going to call my roommate G right now #so G is rich she has a rich family and she’s working under her mom (who owns the fucking company) #for example her car broke down the other day and her mom instantly got her a new one #idk about you but if my car breaks down I’m FUCKED I’m walking literally everywhere cause I don’t get a new car #but the part that just gets to me (and it really isn’t her fault) but she gets to order food like every single day #when I’m sitting upstairs trying to figure out if I have anything or if I’m just going to have toast again for dinner #so she’s rich and she’s pretty and she has a wonderful love life #and I’m broke as fuck and ugly and lonely cause no one wants to be with me hahahahah #I’ve been cleaning up after myself and my ex all day (pretty sure he’s the one that got me sick) #and then she comes home and tells me all about ‘green flag guy’ and how perfect he is and the date went #and I want to SCREAM i want to be there for her and be a good friend #but every time she says something good going on in her life I just want to sob cause my life is so shitty compared #and the worst part is I’m just STUCK here. idk how to get out of this shitty position anymore #I’m lucky my sister sent me money so my bank isn’t negative anymore but idk what I’m going to eat tonight or how I’m going to pay water bill #I know I know I shouldn’t compare my life to someone else’s it’s just SO hard when I see it every day #it’s hard to ignore the door bell whenever she orders food or the smell when I’m starving #I just wish my life was different and I know I can’t take it out on her cause she didn’t do anything wrong #idk what the point was to bitch about all this I’m just stuck #I’m starving and want to eat something but I have nothing to make #I don’t even think I mentioned the whole date thing…. like I get it she wants to tell me about her date cause we are close #but DUDE I haven’t been on a date in *years* and you go on dates like at least once a month #I wanna say my last date was in the beginning of our relationship and we went to some restaurant #which was nice but we dated for 5+ YEARS and only went on like 2 dates #and she’s going on dates left and right and I just want to cry #ignore me I’m just bitching and hungry and stuck #shut up rosie

[scottishstoner]

This new “relationship” with my coworker guy is pissing me off he’s totally bizarre sending mixed signals sometimes but being so sweet in real life and when we go out or are at his flat…. At work he’s a different person and he likes to pick fights about stupid shit and he’s scared of commitment so we weren’t labelling things taking it slow (which I prefer to go with it not label it until I’m ready and he is) but we both don’t want to see other people, he’s a gentleman and we have messed around but nothing all the way but now I feel like he isn’t with it with the upset he’s causing me even if he says he feels strongly for me and it isn’t even like he’s using me either….he’s just confused as he’s never been with anyone before (he’s 26 I’m 28) and it’s all new to him and he’s going through a lot in life but so am I and he says some rude things sometimes and I just don’t know if he’s worth this shit but I hate that I still have feelings for him but I might have to forget him because of everything and it just hurts so much

#I also am moving jobs when I find another coz the people at that workplace hotel restaurant are toxic as fuck man #sn staff recently have been weird to me coz apparently one girl liked him first like sorry should’ve made ur move then or told me #work #personal #my ​love life #at work he gets so weird coz people say things about us and I said it’s like ur ashamed (waiting on replt he’s working rn I called in sick) #only coz I legit couldn’t sleep and worked until 11:30pm last night and wanted me in at 8am #but they had me work 2am before and was in at 6am that’s ILLEGAL here🤌🏻 #then staff make up shit to make me look bad and I got into shit when it wasn’t me!!! fuck sake #the gm he’s the only one who knows I’m great at my job but I cannot work with people or under managers like this who are toxic anyway #and unorganised #long story #I also got told I never done my job right oh yeah ? is that why u praise me? and u get great trip advisor reviews naming ME ?? #I have never been so insulted honestly coz I know for a fat I am great at waitressing … and I forgot to put ONE order though when it was #a lunch rush and I was THE ONLY waitress on the floor like?? I also fixed it 15 mins later like #also lying saying I don’t take payment oh that’s BULLSHIT #GONLOOK AT RHE RECIPTS HSLF OF THEM HAVE MT NAME SS RHE SEEVER AT THE BOTTOM FUCK OFF

[thebestorworstofit]

me: works one of my busiest weeks to date bc of incompetence bitches and is totally physically and mentally drained

also me: forgets to cancel 3 back to back reservations ending up in me having to dart up to the parks to scan in every night

also also me: has taken so much pixie dust to the face the last 48 hours my left tear duct got irritated and now it looks like i have a black eye.

also me x3: is equally the happiest and most stressed i’ve ever been

#ooc #also x4 doesn’t give my car a name but calls him my son and gives him a whole starry night theme #including yellow and blue details / decor / lights #i ordered sparkly blue visors for the outside mirrors which led me to ordering CUSTOM ones for my dumb ass long windows #they’re to block the rain… and it’s april. and i live in so cal. it might right 3 more times this year lol.. #also have a appointment to get my windows darkened and headlights replaced AND get a blue tint put over them?? #so ya basically i’m a car guy now wassup lil mamas wanna sit shotty 😏

[teabookgremlin]

usually my boss is so good at managing the schedule and we’re well staffed or even over staffed but yesterday was so hellish

#it was free crepe day so the place was packed with college students looking for free food #and we had two baristas max plus a manager who had to help the kitchen #and gaps in the schedule where only one barista was scheduled so multiple of us had to stay late to not abandon a coworker #and it was so much #so many people #i had a sore throat when i left from yelling at people to leave open space in the restaurant so we could get through and from calling out #orders #i wanted to start killing #i was mostly calling out orders which was much better than doing register #but at one point i had to do both bc the other front of house person was helping the kitchen #so i was in charge of register getting people their food making drinks #it was so bad #also at one point their was a probably not service dog in there but i did not have the energy to go ask the two questions of the handler #and so many people being idiots #like no now is not the time to ask if our hazelnut chocolate spread is locally made #just order your food and get the fuck out of the way #and also fucking listen for your name! and if you didn’t get your crepe say something sooner than when you’ve been waiting for an hour! #and i’m working tonight and tomorrow morning! can’t escape! #actually next week i just have two shifts but i’ll probably pick up more bc people don’t know how to request time off #literally the same handful of people put shifts up for grabs every week when if you ask for time off you 99.9% of the time get it #i do like this job and it’s generally fairly easy but fuck it’s rough at times

[deadsetobsessions]

Damian Wayne was like a duckling. A violent, stab-happy, danger-prone duckling, yes, but a duckling all the same. Which means when Danny almost got stabbed by a sleepy, instinct driven Damian, he was able to wave it off with a laugh. Damian, on the other hand, stared in horror at the butter knife firmly lodged in Danny’s arm.

“PENNYWORTH!” Danny jerked back at Damian’s scream. “RICHARD! FATHER!”

God damn, the kid had a pair of lungs on him. Danny’s wince was interpreted as pain to Damian, who gently grabbed his injured arm and started to pull him towards the kitchen’s marble island.

Danny blinked, non plussed as his hearing picked up a thundering of feet as the present family members scrambled towards Damian’s distress call.

“Wait, Damian, I’m fine. It’s-”

“You have been impaled, you imbecile! Had it been any of the other simpletons, they would have-!”

“Ouch.” Danny put his other hand in mock hurt over his slow-beating heart. He literally doesn’t care about the butter knife. He’s just impressed there was enough force in there to impale him. “Are you calling me names now? After- gasp- stabbing me?”

Before Damian could reply, the beginnings of regret, remorse, and guilt on his face, Alfred, Dick, and Bruce burst into the kitchen.

“What happened?!”

“My word, master Danny!”

“What is it?!”

“I’m fine. It’s like a small stab. Not even a big stab. I’m good.”

Dick paled, seeing Danny’s arm clutched in Damian’s hand.

“That’s- that’s a knife. In your arm. How is that ‘fine’?!”

“What happened.” Bruce asked Damian, gently removing Danny’s arm from Damian’s death clutch.

“I- I did not mean to,” Damian starts, guilt coloring his voice.

“He didn’t,” Danny cuts in. “I startled him and got stabbed for being dumb. I won’t fault him for having a defense mechanism like that, ancient knows what I might do if you guys startled me.”

The awkward silence that settled at his words made Danny twitch awkwardly.

“Uh, so, can I add this knife to my collection? Even if I didn’t get mugged?”

“Danny.”

“Bruce.” Danny stared stubbornly back. With his uninsured hand, he patted Damian on the head. He was going to enjoy the fluffiness before Damian’s guilt was no longer enough to hold him back from snapping at Danny’s hand like a grumpy alligator. Bruce loses, obviously. He’s a teenager who was also an ex-vigilante. Batman’s got nothing on a determined halfa.

“Master Danny, I must insist you refrain from getting stabbed. There is only so much gauze and antiseptic cream in the house.” Alfred returned- huh, when did he leave?- with a med kit.

Danny called bullshit because he knows there’s a whole ass medical bay beneath the manor.

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” Alfred said, promptly beginning the extraction of the butter knife.

“Are you okay?” Dick asked, hovering worriedly. “He- are you…?”

Damian was allowing Danny to ruffle his hair, so…

“Yep, I’m good. This isn’t even on my top thirty most painful stabbings,” and it really wasn’t. That honor was given to the GIW and that one time Jazz accidentally stabbed him with her earrings. “That was pretty impressive, actually. It’s like, a butter knife. The other ones had pointy ends.”

“Do not clump me with those pathetic wastes of spaces. I am naturally superior and would… would never harm you on purpose.” Damian said, getting quiet at the end like he was trying to plead to Danny to believe him.

“Of course not. But- if you want help me keep the knife, you can hit me with a mug, it would technically be a mugging.”

The pun got the desired effect. Damian leaned away with a disgruntled look and Dick stopped hovering as close in order to let out a small cackle.

“Done.”

“You should go get changed, kiddo. We’re going to see Tim’s photography at the Gotham Gallery today.”

“Oh, for real?” Danny patted Damian’s fluffy hair one last time, pushing away from the counter. “Oh, I’ll clean up here first and-”

“That will not be necessary,” Alfred scolded, a mop somehow already in his hands. “Please see to it you are prepared for the day.”

“Thanks, Alfred. Can I keep the knife.”

“Very well.”

“Sweet. See you guys later?” Danny pranced off after seeing the nods.

——

“He’s… he got stabbed a lot. Before us, I mean.” Dick tapped a furious rhythm onto the counter. “Not that we’ve stabbed him until now but even once is concerning for a civilian.”

“He was used to it.” Bruce replied.

“Perhaps we should join Todd in his endeavor and ensure that his worthless tormentors are permanently out of the picture.”

“God, he said top thirty. He was counting.”

Damian silently withdrew a kitchen knife.

“No murder with my quality chef’s knives, Master Damian.”

“Tt.”

“Master Jason follows the same rules. Now, out of the kitchen. I may be old, but I remember the last time master Bruce and master Dick stepped foot in here and I will not have a repeat.”

#danny phantom #danny phantom is a little shit #dc x dp #batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #nightwing #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #Alfred is ninja #Damian is attached #damian wayne #bruce to the GIW: I don’t kill #behind him: a contingent of his pissed off kids #bruce: but they do #danny dropping trauma and lore in one go: lol #Damian’s way of bonding with people is stabbing #Danny’s used to ghostly violence as a way of being a friendly hello #he sees no issues with being stabbed #everyone else not so much

[foldingfittedsheets]

I worked retail for a long time and people really do treat you like shit sometimes. But between selling sex toys, mattresses, and jewelry I can say definitively I got treated worst selling mattresses.

All three of my jobs were in sales but selling sex toys we were allowed to put people in their place, and in jewelry people didn’t want to misbehave in a fancy setting. But people at the mattress store had no problem yelling at me, hitting on me, or insulting me to my face.

For a while I was managing my own store for the company. I ran a small location and had struggling employees placed with me for rehabilitation. If their numbers improved they could go back to bigger stores. If not, they got fired.

So this meant I was the manager of problem employees. At one point both of my people had a foot out the door. The company was going downhill and changed computer systems and they were fed up. Consequently, they made a ton of mistakes, because they just didn’t care about the job or learning the new systems.

I strolled into work on what was essentially my Monday to a shit show. Deliveries scheduled without product, wrong things on orders, poor expectations of the process, you name it. I spent the entire morning getting yelled at for mistakes that weren’t mine.

The final straw came when a man called furious that his moms bed for her nursing home had a delivery window he couldn’t accommodate. This wasn’t a huge disaster since we still had time to deliver it before she moved. I ran him through the options and he just kept screaming at me. Not for a solution but because I was there and he was frustrated.

My heart filled with malice and a cold fury. A calculating part of my brain had a realization in that moment that I could stay a punching bag or I could strike back.

I quavered my voice delicately, taking in a shaky, warbling breath like I was trying not to cry. “Sir,” I quivered through fake tears, “I don’t know what you want from me! I told you what I can do, I didn’t make this mistake I’m just trying to fix it!” My voice broke pitifully on the last syllables, sounding in all ways like a sweet innocent person being yelled at who’s just trying her best, really!

It was like I’d doused him with cold water. My emotional act was the realization that he was screaming at someone who was just doing their damn job, and he was being an asshole. He hastily made an excuse and hung up.

I had a third employee covering with me from another store that day who heard everything. When I hung up, I looked over to see them watching me with an awed expression. “Did… did you just pretend to cry?”

“I absolutely fucking did,” I said with feeling, “and I’d do it a thousand more times. If that’s what it takes for someone to realize they’re behaving like a fucking prick, they deserve it.” The employee looked at me like I was their hero.

The man called back, apologizing profusely, having magically arranged his schedule to accommodate delivery. He came in later that week with an apology Starbucks gift card. I was gracious in my acceptance.

I pulled it a few more times before leaving the company. I felt no shame in the ruse. If someone behaves so poorly that it’s plausible their behavior would drive someone to tears they deserve to feel absolutely wretched about it.

#ramblies #ffs foibles #story #retail #retail hell #I have had people over the years had qualms with the ruse #one person even told me it was so unprofessional #that I’d pretend to be in more distress was not nice of me. but getting yelled at is not nice and I’m in a position where I can’t yell back #and who would they complain to that I cried? would they go to corporate and say how unprofessional the lady cried when I screamed at her!

[fingertipsmp3]

Was straight up Not Doing Well but then I met a cat and now I think I’m okay

#there was nothing specifically wrong with me. it’s just been one of those days #i woke up way too early for no reason and couldn’t get back to sleep and then my grandparents decided to read all the forms i’m bringing #to my job interview on monday (an application form basically) without asking me and ignored me trying to tell them ‘there’s no info about #the job in there’ and also straight up ‘please don’t read that. there’s no reason for you to read that’ #i guess there’s no reason for me to be irked by it because everything in there is stuff they already know about me but like.. it struck me #as rude. and then they didn’t even put it back on the table where they found it?? they put it on a random chair #then i pretty much got ordered to tidy up #then my friend called me having an anxiety attack and i had to run over to her house to make sure the doors were locked (they were) #i also had to bang on every door and window to make sure neither the dog nor the baby had been left home alone by her mom #so now the neighbours probably think i was burgling the place. i had her on the phone so i was prepared to hand it over if anyone questioned #me but still. it can’t have looked great. at one point i was literally in the back garden yelling the kid’s name trying to prove a negative #anyway the kid and the dog weren’t in the house alone. so that’s good #but Then i went for a walk around the village (to help me emotionally deal with all of this) and i sat in the church garden for a bit #and a chunky black cat purred at me and came and sat on my lap. he had long claws so it did hurt a bit i won’t lie #i think next time i might bring an extra jacket so there can be a layer in between him and my thighs. he was very friendly though #i might also bring him a toy because i’m pretty sure he lives in the garden and i know at least one person feeds him but he probably doesn’t #have a ton of stuff to do. and i don’t want to bring more food because he really is Chonky #which i mean.. same but i don’t want to disrupt the balance of whatever dietary plan he may be on #anyway. i love cats #personal

[sistertotheknowitall]

“But to the BatFam? That is just Some Guy. A random dude - if you will.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m missing my spleen.”

“Oh cool, yeah, missing organs suck. I’m missing a kidney and part of my liver. Oh! And my gallbladder but that was more of a necessary evil, it was like, poisoning me or something.” Danny was so focused on applying pressure to his wound (and maybe being a bit too light headed) that he didn’t notice how silent his friend had gotten. Like-wise the comms had gone equally quiet as Gotham’s vigilante family realized that they knew very little about this kid.

It was concerning how quickly they all started to see him as a friend considering it was them as vigilantes he interacted with the most. Tim was the only one who saw him frequently when out of the suit because he was a regular at Danny’s day job. (He worked as a barista in the coffee shop Tim favored.) The others saw him occasionally but more often than not it was just in passing. Steph, Duke, and Dick had to stop themselves from approaching him on the street.

It was odd, one day he had just moved to Gotham, seeming to appear out of nowhere, and then the next he was a constant presence in their lives. Usually armed and ready with a concerning or odd quip, it had started with him being another victim of the city’s petty criminals and had snowballed from there.

Now it wasn’t like the bats saw Danny everyday, but it was expected that he would cross paths with at least three of them before the end of the week. They ran into him more often than any other Gothamite, including the criminals and rouges they fought.

At first the constant meetings by “coincidence” was suspicious. If he wasn’t the one being saved from a mugging, kidnapping, or city wide villain assault, then he was near by and trying to help.

(“Trying to help” usually meant drawing attention to himself so the original victim could escape. Once it had meant Danny armed with a baseball bat against four grown men. Bruce and Dick have tried to talk to him about putting himself in harms way but the kid is surprisingly elusive when he wants to be. Yet, even when avoiding Batman and his eldest, Danny could be found on the patrol route of another family member.)

But honestly? The guy seemed just as exhausted as they were of seeing each other. By the twelfth time in a month, Danny had accused them of stalking him.

The background check Bruce and Tim had run came back clean and he never seemed to be involved in the various criminal activities. He was just there, a weirdly unlucky bystander. So as far as Dick and the others could see, Danny was a completely normal dude. He just said strange things and wasn’t intimidated by them, he actually made it a point to be unhelpful sometimes. When trying to learn his name he gave them the run around for two months. (“I know about stranger danger. I don’t care how often you say you’re the ‘good guys.’ I’m not falling for it.”)

On one memorable occasion Danny had disappeared for a week and a half. When they started to assume the worse, he popped back up behind the counter at work. Tim had relaxed significantly when he entered the shop to Danny organizing pastries in the display case. Once he’d placed his order, the young CEO asked Danny if he’d been on vacation. To which Danny had just sighed and told Tim “I wish, but no I was called to court to handle some affairs I couldn’t get out of.” (After a check to see if Danny had gotten charged with something and coming back empty, Tim had concluded that it was an odd way to say he had had jury duty.)

Thinking about it now, outside a stray comment or two, Danny didn’t talk about himself or his life. They knew he didn’t have a good relationship with his parents, “they were much more goal oriented than that joke of a kidnapper, but I think drugs do that to a person.” (It was still unclear if he meant his parents were kidnappers themselves or on drugs.) They knew he had an older sister who would “kill me again if she finds out I was in another bank robbery.” They also knew he was, possibly, depressed after last week’s comment of “is it considered murder if you’re already dead but, like, still alive?” (Damian had saved him from a drug ring but after another “baby ninja” comment the young Robin had threatened to give Danny back to his would-be murderers.)

Dick knew Danny was a weird guy who never wanted to elaborate on the things he said. (Jason was still confused on what he meant by “rotted milk soul.”) That didn’t mean the comments themselves didn’t say a lot about him. And tonight’s comment, accompanied by the prominent and jagged autopsy scars, said more than Danny was probably willing to share.

#Basically the other side of Danny is just Some Guy. #batman #batfamily #jason todd #batboys #batman fandom #batman wayne family adventures #dick grayson #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #damian wayne #Tim drake #dcxdp #I didn’t actually mean to write this #but? like? enjoy I guess

[sttoru]

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. satoru’s love for you has never diminished—even after being your husband for a few years now. in fact, his love for you continues to increase with each passing day.

wc. 500-ish

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff. satoru being clingy as per usual. reader gets called ‘sweetheart, my wife.’

“and my lovely wife right here will have the vanilla flavour,” satoru announces to the ice cream man. he’s smiling from ear to ear as he shamelessly puts emphasis on the word ‘lovely’.

it’s embarrassing to you. especially because everyone in the queue - plus the vendor - is staring at you. some giggle at the affectionate display from your husband, others just stare or roll their eyes.

satoru does not care about any of them. all he cares about is expressing his love to you in any way he can—whenever, wherever. this time he went for a much more. . . direct approach.

“you didn’t have to say it like that,” you mumble under your breath. you tug at satoru’s arm, clinging onto him whilst hiding your face against his bicep.

you get even more flustered when the man behind the counter nods at your lover’s words—telling you he ‘agrees that you’re indeed a lovely woman’.

satoru feels a sense of pride in having you with him. he always does. seeing the reactions of others when he’s boasting about having a pretty wife makes him feel all giddy.

“why? i’m proud of my wife,” satoru shrugs nonchalantly. he lowers his head to yours, looking you in the eyes from behind his sunglasses. he giggles once he sees that flustered expression of yours from up close.

the sorcerer ruffles your hair before over excessively nuzzling his cheek against yours. perhaps he’s actually experiencing what’s called a love surge, “my girl, my sweetheart.”

you cringe at the cheesy moment that’s happening. you love satoru and his clingy affectionate gestures, but when you’re surrounded by a bunch of people, it can become overwhelming.

you whimper and scrunch your nose up, “mghhh, stop it—we’re in public, ‘toru.”

a futile attempt to stop the white haired man. though, after a few seconds, he actually halts his movements. satoru pouts dramatically whilst holding your face in his hands. he squeezes your cheeks together, “awww. . . but what if i want the world to know that i’m the luckiest man ali—ow!”

you bite satoru’s thumb the second it teasingly rubs with your bottom lip. he’s always so touchy and knows no boundaries when it comes to pda. however, it does make you happy to know that he’s not afraid to show you off to the world.

you playfully frown at your husband, his thumb still between your teeth. it’s cute how easily flustered you get. it makes him want to play with you some more—to tease you some more.

“alright, alright,” satoru gives up and sighs deeply. his head is held low as he steps back to give you some space, “i jus’ wanted to let my girl know how much i adore her, y’know.”

“hah, i’m not falling for your dramatics this time,” you chuckle and roll your eyes. you grab your order once it’s done and walk out of the shop without waiting for your pouty but lovely husband.

you hear him whine out your name. satoru hurriedly grabs his own ice cream cone before rushing after you. once he’s caught up, he wraps his arms around you from behind and lifts you up.

“hey! you can’t just leave your hubby like that. c’mere,” satoru smirks and you can hear it in his voice. you kick your legs, though to no avail.

“gojo satoru! don’t you dare,” you warn whilst holding tightly onto your dessert. satoru ignores your warning and spins you around in circles with him—laughing at your high pitched shrieks.

he doesn’t stop until you’re both dizzy and have to hold onto each other to prevent from falling. satoru kisses your neck gently and you can feel him smiling against your skin, “i love you, sweetheart.”

his love for you has and will never fade. many may say that the honeymoon phase will end sooner or later in a marriage, but that’s definitely not the case with your marriage.

satoru will always be head over heels for you and his affection for you will never stop. even if you’re both old and grey; he’s going to love you all the same.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo x you #female reader