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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 6 months

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There for you {Shinichiro Sano}

A/n: I feel utterly ridiculous for writing this but unfortunately this is the only way to get my feelings out. This whole scenario is literally what I'm going through rn, I wrote it just in case I could sort my feelings out, maybe see a possible answer to my questions but unfortunately I don't. This little vent is literally so uncalled for but I actually have no one else to turn to and talk because I only have one friend

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x f!reader

Warnings: strong mentions of self hatred, mental breakdown, feelings of worthlessness,

Christmas at the Sano household was definitely the best time of the year. Technically Christmas wasn't there yet but with two young kids, two hyperactive young kids, in the house, decoration time came early.

It was a nice day so far, a little too chilly and with dark clouds approaching, but it was a nice day for mid to late November. It was the reason you had decided to skip your morning classes at university, preferring sitting on Shinichiro's bed to freezing in the auditorium.

You could swear you were walking faster than your normal pace, crossing the street and taking a sharp turn to the left. Your day hadn't started well and getting to see Mikey, Emma and Shinichiro. They were the only people whose laughter and clinginess would definitely not bother you when feeling down.

"I swear the next time I see you not dressed properly..." Shinichiro was leaning at the wall outside of the household, a cigarette lazily placed between his lips. Grandpa Sano would have definitely scolded him about smoking inside the house. "It's cold, baby." He reached up and removed the scarf he was wearing, wrapping it around your neck.

"Thanks." You smiled, getting on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his cheek.

But Shinichiro was no fool. Considering it mostly a curse rather than a gift, Shinichiro could easily feel it whenever you were feeling down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, and if you didn't know him any better, you would have sworn he didn't care. But it was Shinichiro's usual laid back tone.

"What happened?" You asked him back, wanting to avoid this as much as possible because the tears in the corners of your eyes were threatening to fall.

"You can't fool me, babe." He removed the cigarette from his lips, throwing it on the street to light it out before picking it up and throwing it in the nearby garbage. "Now what's wrong?" His hands quickly found your waist, not caring about the old lady watching you from across the street.

"Do you want to guess?" It was a stupid attempt really, but if you were going to talk about your feelings then you would very much like to do it in a light-hearted way.

"Your best friend who is not your best friend because you don't know if she feels the same keeps talking about how much she likes her other friends?"

It wasn't that surprising. Shinichiro was always so attentive to whatever happened in your life. In the early stages of your relationship it had really taken you aback, thinking that he actually wrote things down somewhere. But no, he was just like that.

"Close."

An expression that could be translated as one of pure disgust and exasperation replaced the soft and caring one. "What did she do this time?" He looked at the sky, letting out a sigh.

"She called me this morning saying she is heading to this trip with them... I don't mind really, she can do whatever she wants but..."

"But you're tired of always coming second and pushed to the side."

If it wasn't the situation you had been in for the past year, with whom you thought was your best friend constantly talking about her other friends, saying how great and funny they were all the time, then it was definitely Shinichiro's warm gaze that made you cry.

The expression on his face turned into a serious one as you began crying in his embrace, his left hand pressing your head on his chest and his right resting on your face.

It wasn't the first time you had cried in his arms, complaining about your only friend and he was sure that unless you actually stepped up to say something to her it wouldn't be the last.

He didn't mind listening to you. He loved listening to you. What he did mind was the way you were being treated, constantly pushed to the side but then given a second of affection from your friend. He had told you many times that this wasn't what friendship was supposed to be like and you always agreed.

"Am I doing something wrong?" Your voice came out broken. His turtleneck black shirt was now stained with tears but he didn't care. "Am I a bad friend?"

"Of course not-"

"Then why?" You cut him off and just when he thought you were going to stop crying, another fit came again with your hands clenching onto his shirt. "Why do I always have to listen about others but never have someone talk about me? Why am I the friend who always learns things last? Why am I the friend who receives the short end of the stick?"

Before Shinichiro could respond, he felt something hitting his arm. Still pressing his head on his chest, he turned his head around to look towards the direction where whatever had hit him came from.

And there they were. Mikey, Emma and Baji with oranges on their hands.

"I didn't... do anything." He tried to defend himself, his hand moving to caress your hair even though you had stopped crying. "Manjiro go wear a jacket right now."

"You make her cry, you pay." Emma's eyes narrowed, her grip on the orange tightening.

"If you want to throw oranges at the one who made her cry, I can gladly give you an address-"

"Shin!" You hit him playfully on his arm.

"What?" He looked down at you, taking the cigarette packet out of his pocket. "Maybe if they hit your best friend hard on the head she'll come to her senses."

"I want to throw oranges at someone's head!" Mikey turned to look at an equally eager Baji.

"No you don't." You walked towards him, taking the oranges from his small hands.

"Why?" Mikey and Baji asked in one voice, their eyes shining while looking at you.

"Because it's wrong, we've talked about this." Shinichiro joined you, taking the oranges from Emma's hands.

"You've talked about not throwing oranges at people before?" You turned to look at him, almost surprised.

"It... um... has come up... as a subject of discussion before..." Shinichiro urged the kids to go back inside and pulled you in another hug. "Do you feel better now?"

"I don't know what to do..." You mumbled, resting your chin on his chest so you can look up at him.

"Talk to her... and if that doesn't work, just leave." He pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. "It's better not to have any friends than to feel like that. And it's not your fault." You let out a sigh and looked away. Shinichiro quickly grabbed your cheek gently, forcing you to look at him. "No, no, eyes on me. Look at me and tell me that it's not your fault."

"It's not my fault." You mumbled.

"Good girl." With his arm now wrapped around your shoulder, Shinichiro walked the two of you inside, sure that with a cup of hot cocoa and the dance Mikey and Baji had prepared for the Christmas decoration day, you would soon feel way way better.

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cottonlemonade · 3 months

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Actions Have Consequences

word count: 729 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Daichi x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw

synopsis: Daichi is having a day at work and you’re not helping

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He had spent the day running after the new recruits, trying to get them to behave and properly put away their gear, but they didn't take anything seriously and so most of the morning and afternoon was filled with face palms, exasperated sighs and desperate wishes for a quick end to his suffering.

So, to cheer him up, you had sent him uplifting messages throughout, ranging from venting along with him to sweet encouragement to promises of a delicious dinner and a new episode of your favourite show waiting when he came over after work but nothing seemed to really help.

And so, towards the early evening you tried something a little different and sent him a picture. It was innocent enough, you were sitting on your bed, in a cream-colored, silky nightgown you knew he loved, smiling angelically into the camera, showing just enough cleavage that it still could be considered an accident.

He smiled at the photo and told you he missed you.

You then took it a little further. The next picture he got a few minutes later showed you now lying on the bed playing with the strap of the nightgown, still that adorable smile playing on your lips.

He had to swallow when he saw that one, knowing exactly where it would lead and he was not pleased that you were teasing him while he was still dealing with the rookies.

He told you to have patience and to wait for him, promising to make you feel good as soon as he was done.

When Daichi’s phone buzzed in his pocket a third time, he expected you urging him to hurry, maybe even a little neediness, telling him how much you wanted him. What he didn't expect was a picture of his barely dressed girlfriend on her bed, biting her lip with her hand somewhere he very much had forbidden her to go without his permission.

Daichi: You better not be doing what I think you're doing, princess.

You: What if I am?

He felt himself grow harder at the thought of your gorgeous figure in your big bed, enjoying yourself. The silk hugging your delicious curves just right and your hard nipples pushing sinfully against the fabric.

But not without him. Especially not today.

"Are you alright, lieutenant?", one of the rookies asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Daichi’s voice was more tense than he would have liked.

Having to leave you on read he tried to resume the training, but was so distracted that he asked a colleague to take over. The rest of his shift he spent at his desk, glad that the wood of the table was disguising his own, counting the minutes until he could leave.

When it was time, Daichi quickly grabbed his jacket and keys and jogged out of the building to his car.

The harsh rap on your door was enough for you to know who it was. You jumped out of bed and purposely slowly made your way to the front door.

You couldn't resist to call out, "Who is it?"

Your boyfriend's low voice came from the other side.

"I swear to god, babygirl, if you don't open up in the next five seconds, you're not gonna walk for a week."

You suppressed a chuckle as you unlocked the door.

He had his hand resting against the frame and a hungry look on his face when he pushed you inside, closing the door with his foot, pressing you up against the opposite wall.

His kisses were rough and sloppy and you could feel the outline of his already hard cock straining against his pants, making you smirk into the kiss.

"You know the rules, princess.", his voice was calm, but he licked his lips as his eyes bored into yours.

"Yes, I do."

His hands cupped your breasts through the thin fabric of your nightgown. You hummed.

"Yes what?", he murmured.

"Yes, sir."

Daichi rarely got like this. Usually when you made love it was sweet and passionate. But every once in a while the stress got to him and he got needy and rough. Impatient.

He dragged his lips across your exposed neck, grinding his thigh between your legs and giving your plump ass a tight squeeze.

When you started to moan, he stopped and looked at you again.

"On your knees, princess."

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daydreamsandcrashingwaves · 5 months

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Keeping It Close To The Chest Pt. 3

TW/CW: Medical Trauma/ torture, medical experimentation, ptsd and flashback type stuff, vivisection wound, Brief suicide attempt with a blade, (If you wanna skip that part it's bordered by '~~'), child abuse, emotional distress, more Danny whump, hurt/comfort- just a lil comfort at the end lol

As always if I missed a tag please let me know! I want anyone who wants to read my writing be informed so they can make the best decisions for themselves. Be kind to yourselves and be safe.

Hey! Here's part three! I'm considering posting this to Ao3! If I do I'll probably edit each part a bit. I hope you all enjoy my humble offering! I'll let ya all know if I do! If you missed them, Part one Part Two

Much love to you all

~Ren

Danny didn't recognize where he woke up. He could smell antiseptic in the air in combination with the white walls and sheets made him uneasy. Last time he could bare to look they hadn't bothered to clean up his splattered ectoplasm, all the white was abnormal. Bandages, sheets, walls, floor, ceiling they all looked eerily familiar. He could still feel their hands digging inside him. Panic thrummed through his core- the lab, they have him back in the lab-he wrenches at the restraints the scientists had put on him, only for them to be missing.

With no resistance his body crashes to the ground next to the bed he was on with his legs twisted into the sheets. Danny flails his legs to free himself. The deep ache of his wounds pulls him forcefully from the swirling green noxious clouds that fill his head. His parents had never left him without something holding him exactly as they left him. Ready and waiting for their next experiment. His core sinks somewhere around his guts from the thought. Unrestrained. They left him unrestrained; he looks at his bare arms in reluctant wonder.

The knowledge doesn't soothe him at all, they'd return soon. One look at him would make it obvious to them that he was in no shape to run again. Run he has to run. Anxiety and uncertainty made his powers spike and the lights blow above him. The temperature drops around him and he settles for a moment. At least he had access to his powers even if he feels like he'd have to use far much more energy than normal to use even his invisibility.

His par- Maddie and Jack had made the table out of antighost material that kept him from phasing out of the straps, but it was the dried blood blossoms in the vents that had weakened him, his powers slipped through his fingers, out of reach until the hail Mary last ditch effort explosion from his core that had frozen them where they stood. Danny swung his head to look at the.. simple comfy looking bed he had been resting on. Why would they-

Footsteps pound towards where he is, a shadow in the doorway. Fuck, they were back. Whenever they visited it hurt. Jack and Maddie were creative in their experiments, each one brought Danny more agony. Brought Danny closer to a full death. If he couldn't keep them from finding his core again, he really would be dead. His core pulsed, memories pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind.

They touched it, a glove shouldn't hurt like it did, what did they do what did they do to him did they not see they were killing him. He's alive, he's here, he's their son whywhywhy. Jack's comforting bulk turned to cheerful aggression and brute strength used to hurt him; Danny misses his firm embrace, the hate on Maddie's face tore Danny up inside, to see how her face went from deep love to the equally strong opposite was heartbreaking. She once threw herself at Vlad's experiments in that damned forest, her marital arts training had amazed him. She frightens him now, they frighten him now. To use such brutality against their son, she had broken bones, flung him so easily once she had gotten ahold of him. How awful it was to have not one reaction to his pleas- mom please you're hurting me, please it hurtsithurtsyourehurtingmeYOUREGONNAKILLME!

Danny can still hear his own screams playing in his head.

Tension fills Danny's frame sending more shockwaves across his injuries, the brain fog making it harder to figure out who was on the doorstep. He struggled to get to his knees in preparation. If the Drs Fenton were gonna do Frog Dissection 2: Ghostboy Edition he wasn't going to be compliant, even if Danny felt like he wouldn't be able to fight them off for very long at all. Hope that they would come to their senses would cost him dearly. A light flicked on outside the doorway, illuminating... his older brother. Damian Al Ghul, stared back at him.

Danny jolted, he vaguely remembered he popped out of a portal basically on top of his twin, right? His memories are all jumbled. Danny raised a shaky hand to his head, the beginnings of a migraine building. Did he lose his bags? His dagger? Danny didn't dare turn away from the predator in front of him to look. That was how many foolish people during the twin's training lost their lives. How weak was he that he let himself be caught when he could've at least tried to fly away? In some ways this was worse than being caught by his adoptive parents again. Damian was an unknown after all these years, even if part of him wants to cling to his cape and beg for just a days rest before they send him wherever they were planning to.

Damian may be here on a mission, or if he truly did escape the League maybe he wanted to send Danny back in his place so he could remain away from Grandfather's clutches. Danny knows just how persistent the Demon Head could be. Damian had always been the superior heir, but if Mother had been sending... clones? That's what he had said earlier, if Danny could remember correctly. Clones sent to Damian. It was a last resort to claim him and bring him home. Or replace him with the clone that won, he shivers thinking of Vlad.

Would Vlad go for the superior twin if he knew of Damian? That was a meeting Danny wanted to avoid, not that Damian would comply with any of the Fruitloop's plans. Danny paled at the thought, Damian surely would kill Vlad if he tried, then only Plasimus would remain. As of now his human half was the only reason the older halfa wasn't more than a nuisance. What a nightmare a fully ghost Vlad would be. Danny never would've stayed in Amity if he knew the trouble he'd get himself into. Danny was always just the spare. There to take orders, nothing more. His life and death was up to Grandfather. Not even lazarus water was allowed to someone worthless. No need for him beyond the worst case scenario, but held onto until the heir could claim his place.

The domino mask was gone revealing those emerald eyes he's missed for so long, but he still was wearing what he was earlier, Danny can see his blood smears from here. Danny tried to guess what Damian was thinking so hard about but other than his furrowed brows, his twin gave nothing away. In a sick way it made him proud his elder brother hadn't lost his edge.

Danny remained silent as his brother panted into the dark between them. He had to wait to be acknowledged. If he broke this tentative peace there is no telling when the orders would start. Slipping so easily into his League training made Danny bite his cheek to avoid the frown that would take place. Emotion will do him no favors here, even if truly hiding what he was feeling was next to impossible under Damian's gaze. Danny watched as Damian watched him. Damian telegraphed his movements slowly so Danny could see his hands and what they were doing. He had started palming his hidden blades and dropping them carelessly to the floor. Danny's eyes grew wide at the sight.

Damian... he didn't do careless, his every move deliberate and well thought out. This must be something meant to throw him off, make him lower his guard. His elder brother would also never just throw his weapons around unless it was at a target. Perhaps he doesn't need them. Perhaps he wants to kill Danny with his own hands or perhaps he thinks Danny won't resist his order to return. (In this moment Danny couldn't resist anything Damian wanted to do to him, even if he wanted to. He could be shipped back to Grandfather in Damian's stead.) Danny clenched the disheveled sheets in his hands, if he had to take on his twin every advantage he could get. Danny would need.

Looking back to the door, Damian has a small but impressive pile scattered behind him, one last dagger is carefully held in his hands. They're trembling slightly, Danny would have missed it, should have missed it, but he remembered far much more of his past than he ever let on with the Fentons. Danny figured amnesia is a great excuse to not answer their questions on how he got to be alone in Amity Park or where his family was, how he got left behind. The Damian here confused him. Disarming himself, openly trembling- nothing like the brother he remembers.

(They were the same size, but Damian always seemed bigger, his shoulders meant to hold more, the League, Grandfather's expectations and Mother's indifference, Danny and his string of failures, he only ended up holding the heir back. Damian's arms always open to curl up in after Danyal's frequent punishments. A weakness, Mother had said when she caught them, she had ripped Danny from his brother's arms and had mercilessly beaten him until he couldn't move for his audacity, all while Damian watched blank faced. When they were once again alone Damian had whispered apologies while helping the younger clean and bandage himself. Danny had insisted on doing the same for Damian- he had clenched his hands so tightly into fights behind his back that he had a perfect set of bloody nail marks from holding himself back from intervening as he stood at attention nearby- before they slipped into their beds. There would be no sharing tonight, not when Mother would surely check on them to make sure Danny didn't continue to tear Dami down. His elder brother had hummed a soft tune though that Danny fell asleep to. But no, Danny can't be sure that part of Damian still exists, he can't risk the world for his selfish desire to stay by his brother's side. Ra's Al Ghul could never find out just what kind of power Danyal gained via the portal and Phantom in his absence from Ra's watchful eye.)

Damian looks awfully small to Danny now, curled into himself by the door. He sheaths the dagger and gently sets this one on the ground in front of him before he sends it straight to Danny with a perfect kick. Danny snatches it up quickly, he won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Danyal..." Damian seems to crumple under the weight of his name, he looks... lost. He clears his throat, goes to say something but clears it again instead. His brother has always been confident. This uncertainty Danny feels zipping between them keeps him on edge. "Ahki please you are hurt, can I help you back to bed?"

Tears. Those are tears falling down his brother's face. Danyal can only stare. Damian had only cried with Danyal a few times in the League, on that rooftop with the stars. Something about how since Damian was older he had to be strong, strong for Danyal, strong in the face of Grandfather.

"I won't go back." Danny rasps painfully slipping into their mother tongue, "I'm sorry Dami I won't go back. Not even for you." Danny thinks he popped some of the stitches holding his chest together under the bandages when he dove to the floor. His shirt feels wet, his blood would quickly eat at the stitches now that he's actively bleeding again. Better to die here, this way, then go back to-

Danny raises his hand.

"Ahki! No!" Damian cries out desperately, he feels his face twist in horror as dim lights blink into existence under the cabinets. Damian had thought a blade in hand would make Danny feel safer, less vulnerable for their second meeting if he had something to defend himself with. The image his brother makes on the floor was something he never could've imagined happening.

Damian was going to be sick. Danny had always been a joyful and stubborn presence by his side. Not even in the throws of their harsh childhood did he ever give up, ever give in.

Fear almost stops his heart from beating before it stubbornly restarts hard enough for his chest to ache. The dagger Damian had relinquished to Danny was pressed lightly to his own throat by a shaky hand. Damian's exclamation caused Danyal's hand to press a bit too hard, red blood dripped down the side of his neck. Danny looked at him almost hypnotized by Damian's extreme distress at what the light revealed, he didn't recognize the blur of movement towards him in time to react. Damian's hand covers his own wrenching the blade away.

When he found out who broke down his baby brother to such a degree that he felt he had to turn his blade on himself, well, Father's rules be damned, Damian would make them beg for death before claiming their pathetic life. It would be good to remind others of what the Demon Heir was capable of if he deemed it worth his time. Worth crossing Batman and his no killing rule. Danyal was worth everything to Damian.

Danyal is shaking like a leaf in front of him and Damian aches to reach out to his baby brother, yet he doesn't want to force contact. If Danny felt cornered he could spook and hurt himself more trying to get away from Damian and that is the last thing he wants. "There is no need for that here Danyal. I'm sorry Danny, I'm so sorry you've been alone," He chokes out, the Arabic heavy in his mouth, "it will be alright you're- you're Ahki won't let anyone force you to do anything. I'll protect you, I promise."

Damian can see comprehension spread across that scary blank face his twin had been making. It trembles and breaks as tears gather in the corner of Danny's eyes. Danny's hands grip his arm harshly, Damian doesn't correct him. A bruise is a small price to pay for his twin's comfort. Even back in the League Damian never lied to Danny, had always, always, kept his promises. Those tears fall.

Danny wails as Damian pulls him tightly to his chest, he can't hide how he pats Danyal down to check for more weapons. Richard hovers outside the room but Damian knows he's hesitant to insert himself into the situation and have the potential for Danny to act unpredictably again. How astute of him, Damian is relieved at his brother's emotional intelligence. Damian keeps repeating his words over and over while rocking them. Danny obviously doesn't want to settle into it but can't seem to help it. Twins together for the first time in almost a decade, Damian doesn't hide his hitching breaths as they cry together. Damain never wants him to let go.

"I can't stay Ahki, I can't!" Danny sobs, pulling back until his brother can see his face, "Grandfather will- he'll- I'm a walking weapon!" Danny blubbers and tries to get a breath to explain because his brother had always at least let Danny say his argument in the past but ends up coughing until it turns into a whine. His body hurts. His Y incision burns like his- Maddie and Jack- are freshly cutting into him and he just wants this moment to last but knowing they're on borrowed time makes Danny curl closer. His face is pressed to Damian's chest, somehow Damian had moved them, Damian's back rested against the bed while Danny was cradled in his lap. Soothing circles were traced onto his back, something had changed in Damian's demeaner but without looking at his face Danny could only guess what that meant.

His cries slowly petered out in the face of his brother's steady comfort and Danny could feel his body go boneless in Dami's hold. His elder brother's murmurs weren't hidden by his cries so he could finally hear what was being said,

"I've been with Father for five years, I, too will never go back to the League. Ra's is dead, I promise you. Dead and locked away so he can not get revived in the Pits. He will never darken our doorstep, he's dead and Talia knows if she comes here, she will meet a similar fate, Danyal it's going to be okay. We're okay now. We have family who will help. I won't leave you alone again."

Over and over again, Damian's voice full of confidence and vitriol but he keeps his hold loose. Damian had always respected Grandfather and his influence, Danny wasn't sure what to think hearing his brother speak Grandfather's name. Danny had known that awful day the twins were pitted against each other that once the spare died there would be no escape from the League for Damian. If what he says is true... Damian did escape, has been safe with their Father for years.

Exhaustion slams into him, Danny feels... safe. The safety he so desperately needed is here in his grasp and he's terrified of it disappearing, being false. "Dami-"

"Hush Ahki, just breathe, we will talk later." Damian uses his sleeve to clean Danny's face, the gentle swipes make more tears sprint to his eyes, but his brother is patient, content to clean him up. Danny opens his mouth to protest, but Damian gently shushes him. Damian shifts their bodies to move them back to the bed, but Danny reacts like Damian is getting ready to leave, leave him here in this strange new place, scared and alone. (Some part of Danny snaps back at the thought, Damian never had gone back on his word before. Not once, that was a miracle considering their childhood.) Danny's hand snaps out to grab his twin's wrist on instinct. Don't go please. Don't go, I don't want to be alone.

Damian's face softens out of it's natural neutrality, his mouth twisting into a small smile. His real smile, the one reserved only for Danny. "The floor is dirty Danyal and I need to check your stitches, let's get you back in bed." Damian chuckles quietly at the apprehensive look shot his way. Danny was always an open book, at least to Damian. "I'll stay with you, come."

Damian shifts them as carefully as he can only to abruptly stop when Danyal's hand flies to his chest on a gasp. Danny can see Damian biting his cheek and glancing from him to the door out of the corner of his eye before he straightens a bit decision made.

"Richard, I know you are still there," It's said with a sigh but he knows that tone, his brother is grateful. A black-haired man pokes his head warily into the room to look at them.

"Little D! Can I help with anything?" Despite his caution Richard is beaming at them from his spot by the door. Danny grew tense in Damian's arms at the new arrival, but thankfully, luckily, he didn't try to run.

"Tt. Tell Pennyworth I may need his assistance, Danyal potentially pulled his stitches." Richard's face rapidly paled, his gaze swinging to his youngest brother trying to see if blood was leaking through his bandages. Damian was certain Richard would be grateful for Superman's x-ray vision right now by how hard he was staring at Danyal.

Though Richard meant well Damian felt his irritation rise when he feels Danyal curl further into him, trembling hands gripping the life out of his suit. As he resumes rubbing Danyal's back he starts whispering again in Arabic, careful to keep his words between them. Damian is sure an audience isn't helping Danny relax. Damian draws his focus the best he can away from their buffoon of an eldest brother.

Richard lingers in the doorway so without turning to look Damian flicks his wrist and the blade Danyal was ready to use against himself sails true, embedding itself a hair's width away from Richard's hand on the doorframe. "Now Grayson." He growls. Then they are alone. Damian hides a smirk in his twin's hair, before frowning. Danyal would feel better if he was clean, if his hair is anything to go by Danyal hasn't had a bath in a long time. That is where Damian could start. Until he could have a talk with his twin and figure out what he was so terrified of he'd threaten his own life... this would have to do. He's sure that Alfred has some supplies stored in the recovery room. Damian put a tub in the sink to fill with warm water while he grabbed what he needed.

With a brief explanation Danny pouted but hesitantly let Damian lower him so his head was mostly hanging off the foot of the bed. He pulled a chair over and got to work. The first wash was to get the majority of the dirt, blood, and sweat out. After he rinsed the first shampoo out Damian took his time with the rest. Fingers worked through knots and a bit of pressure here and there had Danyal melting in his hands. Truly relaxing for the first time in what was probably a long time. Damian smiled softly. The boy looked to be dozing now, both content to remain like this for a while longer.

From the door Alfred waved Dick off, it had been a long night and Bruce's eldest certainly needed rest. Looking back at the two blood siblings Alfred was sure the immediate danger had passed. He was content to leave them to bask in eachother's presence for a little while longer before he checked on the youngest master's stitches.

Part four

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charleezard · 30 days

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This is mostly a vent so I might delete it later. Also like, this turned kind of dark and depressing so if you're not in the headspace, please skip this post entirely.

I look at my community, at all my Jewish friends, all the people I meet who are just visiting the country on vacation and want a synagogue to visit. I obviously have no idea how many Jewish people I've met. I also have no idea how many Jewish people any of you have met. I have no idea how someone can look at them and see some kind of ultimate evil being. Because every time I come online, that's how I see people talking about Jews. These horrible, evil, manipulating people. And I don't understand how. It is so opposite of everyone I've met. I try really hard to imagine them as evil, try to understand how others can see them this way. I just can't. I'm not saying there are no bad Jewish people, but in general that's just not who they are. They're people like any others. And most importantly they're people I deeply love.

I knew even before I started my conversion process that it wasn't going to be easy. I knew about antisemitism, I had done my research, and I knew that it would be even harder than I could ever expect. That still doesn't soften the pain. Don't think this makes me think about giving up. I know where I belong, I know where my heart and my soul are. I know that I love Judaism and the Jewish People more than I can ever express. And every time I'm just more sure, every time I love them more. It has been and will be an honor to live with them, to celebrate with them, to pray with them, to be a part of them if everything goes well. But more and more I think it would also be an honor to die with them, if it comes to it.

I am a pretty resilient and happy and cheerful person. I try to always be happy and make others happy. But sometimes it's hard. And right now it's hard.

I'm sorry if I'm being too depressing. But all of this suffering is depressing. I just needed somewhere to let this all out.

#jumblr #antisemitism #vent #jewish convert

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youllallriseintheink · 9 months

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What would it be like for the Pokemon villains to live with each other for months?

Oh, boy, these are always great! So, here’s the scenario: due to some sort of mad science gone wrong, Giovanni’s mansion has been teleported onto a desert island along with all the Pokémon villains. Estimated time before Colress (whose fault this is, naturally) can get them back: three months. This is not gonna be a fun time for most of them.

Giovanni: It’s his house, his rules, and his responsibility to keep these idiots from killing each other or going insane. One such method of establishing some familiarity between them is that twice a week, one member of the group has to spend the evening teaching the group about a skill or subject. He also set up a “scream room” where a person can vent their frustrations to a camera and/or hit punching bags, or a pair can go to physically fight and/or yell at each other. It has thick walls and a schedule. He is so ready for this to be over.

Archie: is hands-down the most popular person there. Lusamine relies on him. N and Guzma like him. He’s good company, good in the kitchen, and just generally is making the best of this. Before the end of the three months, he and Maxie have broken up, reconciled, and gotten back together thrice, used the scream room for couples disputes eight times, and many of the other villains are calling their relationship “the soap opera.”

Maxie: The stress of the situation is grating on him. Alternates between being annoyed with how freakishly well Archie is handling this and being glad he has him. During their “on” periods, he’s also happy to be Archie’s safe haven (even Archie finds this place kind of crazy). Helps out in the lab where he can and spends a good deal of time outside to help keep his sanity. This does not always work. Frequent user of the scream room.

Cyrus: This place is chaotic. These people are idiotic. This may be the most unpleasant place he’s been in his adult life. Spends a great deal of time in the lab, either on his own or with Colress, in attempt to expedite things. If he isn’t there, he’s probably cloistered somewhere he won’t be found. Avoids Lusamine and Ghetsis like the plague. By the end of the twelve weeks, he has a reputation as the resident cryptid and the others have figured out that he can be goaded into extra chores or work tasks if it means he can skip group activity.

Volo: this is the time of his life. Everyone there that has researched a legendary, owned a legendary, met a legendary, or been within twenty feet of a legendary is getting interviewed at least once but probably several times by him. Some love it, at least at first. Some want him to shut up and take a long walk off a short pier. He’s trying to be pleasant, but ultimately if he’s interested in more information, he’s getting it from you. Maybe he’ll give you a gift for your trouble afterwards.

Ghetsis: After his first “I hate N” speech, much of the house became… less than favourable towards him. He and Guzma are no longer allowed to be alone in the same room after an incident left them both needing medical attention. Cyrus is no longer allowed to fix everyone's coffee after he dumped salt in Ghetsis’ twice. And there are several other rules made to essentially grant him protective custody. Generally speaking, Ghetsis is a terrible roommate who expects everyone else to cater to him. He’s earned almost everyone’s ire by the end of their stay, to the point where Giovanni was tempted to lift the rules meant to protect him. Frequently uses the scream room for rambles about N and complaints about the others. Absolutely horrified by the effect this event is having on N.

N: After Ghetsis’ first “I hate N” speech, he suddenly acquired two new dads (Archie and Maxie) and two new brothers (Guzma and Piers). Even Giovanni has become protective of him and has given him a talk on how Ghetsis is using him and nothing he’s said is true. The group activities are helping to broaden his very narrow horizons, he’s meeting lots of new people (even if a lot of them are various shades of evil) and he can always slip off into the woods if he wants to be alone. He’s having a great time. He understands the frustrations of others, but honestly he’s more worried about returning to his old life- sadly, this is a big improvement to it.

Colress: since he’s charismatic and more importantly their ticket out, the others treat him nicely even though he put them in this situation. Uses this period to look for a safety net for if he’s ever in need of a place to go post-Team Plasma. Gets into Lusamine’s, Lysandre’s, and Cyrus’ good graces and spends a good deal of time attempting to get to know them better to decide which he’d prefer. Lusamine is glad to have an ally. Lysandre likes him just fine. Cyrus thinks he’d be a good addition to Team Galactic but also wishes he and Volo would go pester each other and leave him alone.

Lysandre: there’s no sense panicking over this. Is polite to everyone and doesn’t talk about the unworthiness of the poor unless it’s with someone he’s sure will agree with him. Attempts to do some networking, and get himself some trade partners and allies with the assorted wealthy people there. He’s generally decent company even though he can’t wait to get away from some of these peasants. *coughGuzmacough*

Guzma: He trusts Plumeria to hold down the fort in his absence, so this is just a luxury vacation if you think about it. Plus, he gets to meet his favourite Galarian musician. He’s the reason behind a lot of Giovanni’s rules (take your physical fights outside or to the scream room, stop leaving your dirty socks everywhere, no loud music after 11 pm, and for the love of God your goliscopod cannot fix his own breakfast, get him out of the kitchen). Attempts to teach the group breakdancing when it’s his turn to teach, disregarding that most of the group would injure themselves trying to do that. Gets on everyone’s nerves by showing no one the reverence they think they’re owed, which he’s proud of. Spends time with Piers, tries to teach N how to live, and avoids Lusamine like the plague.

Lusamine: was separated from nihilego when she ended up there. The nihilego poison withdrawals were terrible at first, causing her to have wild mood swings and erratic behaviour. A few of the others (especially Archie) are able to help her through it, and within a few weeks, she was feeling clearer-headed than she had since she met nihilego. Even after that, though, she struggles to connect with the other villains due to the bad first impression. She’s anxious to get home, patch things up with her children, and undo her ills. It’s not a fun time for her.

Rose: Oleana is able to handle everything while he’s away, so once he’s come to terms with the fact that he’s surrounded by evil people with no way to do anything about it, he basically treats it like a vacation and is very go-with-the-flow about it. Generally one of the more popular and liked people there, a lot of people come to him to feel like they're talking to someone sane for once. Tries to recruit N as a new potential champion multiple times only to have one of his new fathers or big brothers guide him away.

Piers: spends a lot of time alone, playing music and worrying over how Spikemuth and his little sister are coping with his sudden absence. Also spends time with Guzma, who is a big fan of his music, and N, who is a nice kid and clearly needed the support. Wonders what the hell he did to end up here with all these evildoers.

Penny: After the initial panic wore off, she’s content to just sit back, be unnoticeable and take as many pictures, videos and notes as she can. Her friends, the true crime fandom, and the international police might call it fake, but you never know, and she’s going to have so many stories to tell.

#pokemon #rocket boss giovanni #magma boss maxie #aqua boss archie #galactic boss cyrus #volo #plasma leader ghetsis #pokemon n #colress #flare boss lysandre #lusamine #skull boss guzma #chairman rose #gym leader piers #penny #pokemon villains #thanks for the ask

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luvsae · 10 months

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could you write headcannons with hyunsu and a reader that has social anxiety?

hello! of course i can :D

ive never really written something like this before but i hope this will be good enough :)

cha hyunsu with reader who has social anxiety | requested

- how did you and hyunsu meet exactly? well, before everything happened, hyunsu was very talkative and loved helping everyone - that's how he came across you.

- you were very shy, though, so it was hard to get you out of your shell at first.

- he was your partner for a project at school and you two needed to communicate. he started off by saying "hi" and you responded with a quiet "hi" back

- you started to warm up, though. it took a bit of time but you became close friends with hyunsu and hung out a lot

- when you two became close you told him about your social anxiety and he was very accepting. he promised to help you in times that you needed it, and would also try to encourage you and help you overcome certain moments.

- there was one time you broke out of your shell

- that was when hyunsu was being treated horribly by people in school. you told them to "piss off" - what you didn't know is that hyunsu appreciated that.

- now, since you have social anxiety, you never imagined having a partner, but hyunsu changed that when he asked you out. you were hesitant and nervous, but you said yes.

- time skip to being adults; you live with hyunsu now in an apartment. your neighbors are nice but you're still anxious about talking to them. when they say "hi" or try to make conversation, you may freeze but hyunsu is there to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

- if you have a panic attack and need to go to a quiet place, hyunsu will take you there and hold your face in his hands. "focus on your breathing", "you aren't alone, okay?" "you're doing great."

- hyunsu is very comforting. always reassuring you, hugging you, loving you.

- if you have a hard time going out, don't evennnn worry !! hyunsu would rather spend his time at home with you then go out to an expensive bar.

- though, sometimes if you have moments where you don't want to go out but you're going to do something you enjoy, hyunsu will talk you through it. always giving you the option of staying home and relaxing, or going out for a bit.

- hyunsu is definitely the best at comforting you.

- when he catches you thinking about an embarrassing situation that happened in public a few hours ago, he'll reassure you.

- "you didn't do anything wrong, baby." "no one would ever make fun of you." "i love you."

- if you feel sick in public, hyunsu will gently pull you off to the side and talk to you. he'll make sure you're okay and ask if you want to go somewhere quiet.

- if you're anxious about ordering something, hyunsu will definitely take over and order for you

- i feel like hyunsu would come to doctor appointments with you, or any appointment in general

- even if you tell him it's okay, he'll insist, even if that means just driving you

- "what if they were judging me, hyunsu?" "i promise no one would ever judge you. let's distract you, okay?"

- if you're anxious about something, hyunsu will turn on your favorite show or will order your favorite food

- hyunsu is patient with you. if you need alone time he will definitely leave you alone. if you need him near you, he'll sit beside you and hold your hand

- he'll research breathing methods for you and then will use them whenever you're feeling really anxious

- hyunsu is the best listener. he'll let you rant or vent about how you feel. if you need him to say his opinion, then he'll say it. if you just need him to listen, he will listen

- he'll teach you the "5 things you can see, etc.." method because it helps him with his anxiety, so it may help with yours

- hugs hugs hugs.

- hyunsu will hug you tight just to make sure you're safe

- dates in public may turn into dates in your backyard or a snuggle on the couch ♡

- i feel like hyunsu would get you a journal to write down your feelings and help you clear your mind

- hyunsu is the best bf ever !!

- over all, he's always there to help you and will make sure you're okay ♡

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #sweet home #cha hyun su #cha hyunsu x reader #angst #headcanon

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cliowo · 2 months

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In this essay, i will explain the reasons why sky children of the light has become an increasingly unwelcoming game to new players and veterans alike-

Yeah yeah i usually only share my words here but tumblr feels like a really comfy place for me to share unfiltered thoughts and i needed somewhere to vent ig (skip if you have no idea what I'm talking about)

When I first started playing in prophecy, sky was a really fun game. We didn't have the request for a guide function then and I'm actually really grateful for it because the joy was in exploring each of the different realms and season areas on my own and randomly stumbling across spirits whose stories were waiting for me to discover. Maybe it was because I was a dumb moth - i didn't even know how to access seasonal spirits trees - but the pressure to cr just wasn't as intense as it is for moths today. The back to back seasons and "days of" events seem to have sucked the fun of exploring the world of sky for moths because they're so focused on grinding for candles/hearts/event currency that they just dont slow to smell the in-game roses anymore. And the thing is I get it because there's just so many new cosmetics as well as older ones from past seasons and events to farm for.

I mean sure you don't have to collect every cosmetic but 1 cape costs like 70 candles on average, same for a pair of pants iirc, a prop/acessory at 40-70 candles (70 if its an instrument??) , and hair at around 40-50 candles; and the best part is you can only earn 20-21 candles max in 1 reset 🤡 Add all of that plus the need to look for event currency in fear of facing such prices in the event rerun and you get stressed out moths facing existential crises every 2 weeks when ts arrives😀 Sorry moths, the economy is bad irl and just as bad in sky.

And what of the veterans? Yeah, well, we get no friends as everyone starts to quit the game and those that stay live off copium revisiting the places we once visited with friends- Or maybe that's just me

New friends, you say? *cue flashback to moths begging for help with cr* we exchanged like maybe 5 sentences max at chat benches🥲 i have nothing against helping out but it does make it difficult to form a bond when they disappear right after and you fade into their constellation of ubers

And then we have the seasons.

... Honestly the only season that made an impression with me after aurora was the recently concluded season of the 9 coloured deer, which was also another collab season💀

I actually had to check the sky wiki for this:

Remembrance - ironically very forgettable. What was the story again? Was it the one with the group of spirits living in one specific hole in vault like why- vault is bigger than that sad hole- OH THE PLUSHIES okay maybe this one was passable... im trying okay

Passage - ??? Havent finished this season's quests so uh- so far it seems like... a cult..? In isle...?

Moments - if they wanted a camera in-game, they could have just added it to like the days of sunlight event (the camping one) or smtg. They did not have to force a season for a camera💀 imho the camera was the only thing worth mentioning abt this season and i don't even take pictures

Revival - i suppose aviary is pretty and it's nice that the spirits have somewhere to stay now. Not particularly impressed. Don't really remember the story in this one.

...i heard rumours of a furniture season after the 9 coloured deer. Looking forward to hearing what they'll name this one lmao

The quality of "days of" events is still acceptable to me. Just maybe ignore the numerous iaps and the fact that we have multiple umbrellas but only 1 is f2p (don't understand whats up w that btw)

And also the recurring bugs💀 I've been playing for at least 3 years and I've faced these bugs/problems multiple times:

1. Unable to light frends constellations because the screen just yeets itself into oblivion or some random environment feature where i cant press the button

2. Game crashes (after every update istg-)

3. Splitting servers

4. Sky discrimination and gate keeping, aka refusing to let me open the game

5. Being unable to collect currency/dailies (it's not my internet i checked)

The lack of compensation is another matter entirely

I don't know man I'm tired. The only reason why I still have it installed is because it's my only link to the people I used to have fun and relax with. Not everyone has discord or insta or some other social media.

If you made it this far thank you for coming to my ted talk. Feel free to leave your thoughts- just remember to be respectful

Tldr:

The sky economy is bad. For everyone. Moths (and maybe even vets) are stressed out and vets are losing friends. The seasons are increasingly dull and the long-lived bugs are frustrating.

#rant post #rant #sky #skycotl #sky children of the light #skyblr #might delete this later idk

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whycaninotfindausername · 2 months

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Rambling rant/vent about queer impostor syndrome and the difficulties of discovering your queerness later in life, skip if it's potentially triggering or you're just not interested

So I'm 28 and AMAB and been living as "cishet" pretty much my whole life. I've been passing as straight my entire life because in school everyone using "gay" or a slur as their default insult basically made me just not want to engage with queerness at all so I kind of shoved those feelings away, and then for most of my adult life I have been in a relationship a woman. I admitted to myself that I was bi a couple years ago, but I never really explored that part of my sexuality outside of private thoughts and fantasies.

Now, I'm recently single and wanting to experiment and explore my sexuality and gender but I feel so distant from other queer people. I know that I'm attracted to more than just women, and I spend way too much time looking at egg memes and secretly trying on girls' clothes and wanting to be cute and pretty to realistically keep identifying as a cis man in the long term, but because pretty much everyone perceives me as just another cishet guy, I don't know how to actively engage with queerness. It's especially disheartening when I'm around queer people and they make jokes about me being a "token straight" or someone will reference something like drag race or something that's part of "queer culture" that I'm unfamiliar with and just say I'm too straight to get it. It just makes me feel like maybe I can't be queer because I don't fit in, and while I know that that feeling isn't based in anything rational, I still feel it.

Also seeing younger queer people so confidently assert their identities in such an open and celebratory way is bittersweet for me. It brings me so much joy to see them exploring themselves and being out and open, but at the same time, I feel envious that I haven't been able to do the same yet. I know it's never too late to come out and everything, but I wish I would have been able to do it at a younger age, when it feels more comfortable to be experimenting and trying new things. When I was at university, I experimented a lot, I hung out with different groups of people, I explored new interests, learned new ways of thinking, and all this sort of stuff, but now everything in my life is so stable that the thought of going back to that experimental and developmental stage in my life is kind of scary.

I haven't really seen/heard people voice feelings like this much before, so idk if this is going to resonate with anyone at all (especially on what is probably one of the queerest spaces on the internet) but I just wanted to get these feelings out somewhere and I figured this was probably the best place I have to do it

#lgbt #trans #transgender #bisexual #gay #queer #queerness #lgbtq #lgbtqia #lgbtq+#nonbinary #gender identity

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pollswithnogoals · 2 months

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Yes, this is a venting session down here ☆

So, in the place where I'm studying, there are 2 types of courses, let's name them A and B. I take the A course and let me tell you we are treated worse than people who take course B bcz their tuition is way more expensive than ours, and they are just generally from wealthier and influential families.

We all used to have an office for studying during the day if we weren't having classes (another thing is that we're not allowed to slack off and are at least expected to be studying at all times if it's not a break while people who take course B can skip class and just do wthv they want without the adm telling them to go to class) but, since some people where leaving their books in there to keep a table ( since there aren't enough for everyone and they stay there from 8am to 9pm) they closed off the room in the morning and now when we don't have classes we are sent to another room witch is significantly worse :)

We also tried getting in course B's office with the manager but they said we'd take too much space while there were a bunch of empty spaces and bags on chairs (they do the same things as us but get no consequences) they said "we don't want them here, they'll take space" and the manager just accepted and set us to a room that had PLASTIC CHAIRS not actual office chairs THE PLASTIC ONES YOU USE AT BARBECUES AND STUFF AAAAAAAH

We're planning on arranging a meeting with all the classes from the course A and the administration to fix these issues, and we WILL fix it.

Thanks for listening to my venting. Have a cookie 🍪

#polls #random polls #tumblr polls #my polls #a poll a day #vote #voting #dailyprompt #please vote #i hate this

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One time I was on a discord server, I was in my early 20s (I'm still in my 20s tbf), server for the collecting of a certain item type. Some random drama happened with a user claiming to be abused at home, we tried to help. Girl got kicked because people got too sus about it.

Anyway, because I had been involved speaking to her, one of the mods contacted me in the DMs. Told me about the situation, and I was kinda shocked, so I asked a few extra questions. Call them Mod15

Well another mod then contacted me, and told me that Mod15 was talking shit about me, for asking the questions about the situation, and that Mod15 IS 15!!! I had no idea. That mod was really mad at Mod15 because 1) she didn't like that a mod was just 15 years old. 2) the mod had basically bought themselves into the role by buying the server nitro. 3) the admin didn't do anything/incredibly passive. Let's call that mod: ModP

I showed ModP the conversation with Mod15, and showed her that my talk with him was pretty basic bitch. But man did I fucking feel disgusted by this. I never contacted Mod15, he contacted ME. I deleted my entire talk with him. It was basically just "What happened? Is everyone ok? Do you know if she's ok." that stuff.

Side info: When I joined I also asked if they'd have a NSFW channel, just "because" it kinda was the norm to have one if the hobby had a lot of adults, even if it wouldn't contain anything sexually explicit. So it was made, but there was very little happening all things considered.

Well skip forward a few weeks. We had a vent channel, and Idk how it started. (I still have the screenshots from start to finish somewhere on another discord with a friend, but I'd need to look for them.)

But for some reason we started talking about how minors, who're minors entering the 18+ channel should be kicked from the server. The admin only made the NSFW channel "click to confirm" instead of role based, which is something that was discussed later between him and the mods I was told my ModP later. (Or another Mod I got to know.)

And guess whoms't but Mod15 would freak the fuck out and start an entire thing about it. He said we couldn't demand this blah blah. One argument he had was shit like "Well we see things like these on twitter, so why care if we see it here." and like, because this is a closed space. A lot of that kinda logic, that it wasn't a problem finding 18+ content anywhere on the web, and we shouldn't bitch about it.

Hell even some other minor and a lot of adults said that this was not a good point to make, and that these warnings and channels aren't made to "just keep minors safe", but to keep adults safe as well. And that adults have a right to want spaces where minors can't and won't enter. Anyway, this went on for far too long. I mean I think this thing went on for a few hours. Mod15 also freaked out when someone suggested making it role only.

Mod15 admitted to having entered the NSFW channel, which wasn't the great point he was trying to make, and one of the other adults admitted to having shared some bodypillow designs with Mod15. Which also wasn't a particular flex you'd make tbh.

ModP contacted me in that time, and another Mod, ModT, and they were actually annoyed that the Admin refused to do anything, and still wanted to keep Mod15. They had apparently also tried to make some specific roles before, but Admin just didn't wanna do it. You know, roles that give you identifiers such as "minor, male, female, adult" or pronouns etc.

They asked me if I could talk to Admin, and I did try, but Admin was so fucking passive, he said "Well, the problem was that you had asked about the NSFW channel." Not the fact that a minor decided that this was a free invitation to enter, or that the minor decided he had the random right to contact me about something, and then bitch about me to the other mods. That's when I decided I couldn't deal with this and left, if he couldn't even see how annoying it had gotten. At that point the collection discord had also grown considerably in size, because it got the "official (collectors) server" on reddit as well, and I didn't wanna stick around for the shitshow.

Extra info: The server did have an "introduction" channel, but it didn't have roles to give identifiers. And as probably anyone on a slightly bigger server would know, you start muting a lot of channels quickly. Admin tried to blame me for not checking the channel, in his DMs to me, when at that time there were constantly people joining and I had like half the channels muted to begin with.

15-year-olds make terrible mods.

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kym-m · 8 months

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Skip and Loafer AU Gojo Satoru x reader

You placed your phone down on the counter and took a few steps back, doing a spin you watched as Utahime came crashing down to her camera. Eyeing you through the screen she laughed boisterously, "Woooow!! The blazer suits you, makes you look smarter!" She commented on the blue blazer. "Thanks! I think it fits me too.."

You and Utahime bid each other goodbye before ending the call, leaning on the railing of your apartment you smile before laughing out loud like a loon. Hugging yourself you giggle, "Wooo!! I'm actually going to a leading school--- in the city! Today's gonna be great." You assured yourself before an older woman shooed you off your balcony for your noise, you scurried inside, slipping on your loafers before running to meet up with your aunt at the station.

Your aunt held your hands lecturing you on what to do, "Listen, ___, change trains at the third station, got it? If anyone strange talks to you, go somewhere crowded or just ignore them!" You laughed and held your aunt's hand just as tight. "I'll be fine, Aunty! I swear. My intuition tells me that today is going to go according to plan--- besides, I have so much time! I'll be safe and careful, now go! You'll be late." Your aunt hesitantly agreed and left you to your own devices, after parting ways with your aunt you wait in line, bouncing up and down on your heel you can't seem to wipe that smile off your face.

....Your head is leaning on the wall, shoulders sunken, you were sulking. Today was supposed to be perfect--- you got lost, stuck in rush hour, and the crowd was starting to make you feel nauseous.. staring emptily at your feet you heard someone speak somewhere in the crowd, their voice loud.. obnoxious. You cover your ears with your hands before sighing wearily. The voice paused, soothing your ears.

"'Scuse me." someone tapped your shoulder, "You okay?" turning your head you were met with a boy with white hair and shades resting on his nose. "Yikes! You look awful.." He scrunched up his nose, and you stared at him blankly, unable to find the words to respond or the will to humor him. He raised a brow before smirking, "You good there? Why are you just staring? I must be the most handsome boy you've ever seen, huh?" You have an expression that is enough to injure his ego, he visibly deflates at your lack of a reaction, looking around he signals for you to follow him. Your brain short-circuiting seems to have affected your perception because you mindlessly obey him. Your body had decided for you before you could even process what was happening.

On the train, he sat beside you as he watched you close your eyes in an attempt to cool yourself off, "You always look this awful?" with that one phrase your eyes snapped open, looking at him, he realized he may have just cut the last string holding you together. Moving a few inches away from you he chuckled nervously. "Uh-- you're wearing our school's uniform," He noted, your gaze seemed to soften, "Yeah. I was supposed to do the... speech." you muttered lowly, "Yeah?" you hum in response to his question. He laughed before leaning on the seat, "It's not the end of the world y'know. I've seen--" Before he could continue you bite back with a vent of your frustration.

"It is to me. You don't understand, everything was supposed to be good! It was supposed to-- ..I did everything I was supposed to. I just... I wasn't competent enough, I should've listened to my aunt." You blew up, you covered your mouth, your eyebrows knitting together in worry. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't--" but before you could continue the train arrived at its stop. He slung your bag over his shoulder, "Let's go. It's a ten-minute walk from here, maybe a good 7 minutes if we run. Do you think you can keep up with me?" He grinned, unbothered by your recent outburst. You stutter out a 'yes' and before you know it you are in a foreign neighborhood chasing down the nameless boy.

You tripped and fell face first. Halting in his tracks the boy turned around, expecting help you were caught off-guard when he cackled, his laugh echoing throughout the whole neighborhood. You got up and dusted your uniform before slipping off your socks and loafers, and you sped off. The boy stared in disbelief before laughing and chasing after you. "I like you! You're fun!" He commented and you two ran towards the school.

"Gojo! ___!" Your teacher yelled out, waving the both of you over. You slip on your shoes once more before panting, clutching onto your tie you stare at her in distress. "Am I too late?" you asked, voice cracking at the anticipated response, your teacher smiled sweetly before leading you inside. "You're right on time."

In the gym, your name had just been called through the mic, you walk up the stage and reach into your pocket. You pause staring for a moment. "Oh!" You mutter, you realize you had left your prepared notes for the speech in your bag, your teacher gasps when she sees your bag beside her, your notes sticking out of the bag like a sore thumb, and she winces, anxious for you.

You clear your throat before reciting your speech out loud, and the students stare appalled that you have memorized the whole thing.

After your speech you come down the stage and cover your mouth, the anxiety finally getting to you, your teacher tries to block the way to speak to you but you push past her, but she is insistent, she holds your hand, congratulating you for your successful speech and as soon as she turned you around...

..You vomited all over her new outfit.

The gym falls silent.

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Nine

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: draco may or may not be an ickle bit of a liar

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Chapter Nine - A Quiet Drink

Saturday morning Draco woke with an uneasy feeling in his stomach. The night before he had skipped out on dinner, losing his appetite as soon as his mother had left. He'd barely slept, so when he brushed his teeth, he got a good look at the bags under his eyes. This was just typical, the one time he finally asks you to go somewhere other than the Astronomy tower, this happens. His mother had impeccable timing. Today was supposed to be about the two of you, spending time together in a public place for once, but now he looked like death warmed up. He got himself together and ran a few laps around the castle grounds before breakfast, but even that didn't make him hungry. Nevertheless, he forced down some porridge and headed for the shower, standing under the hot water for a long minute and just thinking as the steam filled up the bathroom.

Draco had been looking forward to seeing you today. He always looks forward to seeing you, but tonight it was different. He's established in his own way that his feelings for you had started to blossom into something else, because lately he'd been thinking of you in a way that was certainly not friendly. A few nights ago, he woke up in a cold sweat about it, and decided that if this is a crush, he didn't want it, because it's mentally draining him. A couple of nights ago in the Astronomy tower he'd almost slipped up and had to blame the alcohol on his stupidity. You were the one person he had felt comfortable around in a long, long time. He couldn't mess it up because of a few beers in his system. That's just embarrassing, and besides, who was he to assume you wanted to hear that from him? He washes his hair and dresses himself for the day.

Draco didn't spend much time outside of his dorm unless it was for class or to see you, but as of late he's been feeling a bit better about sitting in the common room. He heads down there with his current read, and takes a spot in the corner, away from everyone else. Around a chapter and a half in, the light coming from the air vents above disappeared, and he glances up from his book to see who had taken it away.

"Hi, Malfoy. Hope I'm not interrupting."

Draco had seen the boy before, a current sixth year and the Slytherin Quidditch team captain. The boy seemed nervous, bouncing a little on his feet.

"Can I help you?" Draco drawls, and the boy clears his throat.

"You were seeker a few years back, right?"

Draco nods slowly, and the boy takes the seat beside him, excitement all over his face.

"A bloody good one too," he says enthusiastically, "I used to come to all of your games. Not to sound weird or anything."

That makes Draco feel a little good about himself. He was a great seeker, and when he pulled out of Quidditch altogether, the team plummeted miserably. He closes his book.

"Thanks," he smiles thinly, "is there a reason you're telling me this?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," the boy says, as if he had forgotten why he came over in the first place, "the team and I were wondering if you'd like to come back?"

"To Quidditch?"

"Yeah," the boy nods, "you see, our previous seeker was a bit of a wet lettuce, and we haven't won a match since September, so we had to let him go. I've spoken to the team about asking you, and we'd love to have you as our new seeker. Only if you want to, of course. No pressure."

Draco wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that. He was bound to be rusty; he hadn't played in so long, and not to mention he gave away all his Quidditch stuff. He had no broom, or uniform, because going back had never crossed his mind. The boy looks at Draco with anticipation, eyes wide and waiting for a response.

"Look," Draco says, leaning forward, "I haven't played in a really long time, and if I'm honest, I fell out of the love with it (which was a blatant lie) so you're probably best asking someone else."

"There isn't anyone as good as you," the boy presses, "you're the best seeker this house ever had. Please, just think about it. If you decide in a few days that it's a definite no, I won't bother you again."

Draco takes a moment to think that over. The boy seems adamant about him returning as seeker, but his popularity isn't at an all-time high. If he became seeker, the team could lose support.

"Alright," Draco said, "I'll think about."

"Amazing," the boy grins, getting up from the chair, "I'll ask you again in a few days, yeah? It would be so incredible if you say yes, but again, no pressure. Thanks for hearing me out."

The boy rushes off, presumably to tell his teammates about their conversation, leaving Draco to replay what just happened in his mind. Did the rest of the team really want him to join that much? He thought his reputation in this school had sunken to the deepest depth of the ocean, but maybe not everything he did was bad.

Maybe there was some good among it.

That evening it began to rain, which was just another thing to make Draco's night miserable. His mother's visit had been circling around in his mind, knowing that tomorrow he'd be eating fancy lunch in a fancy restaurant with Astoria Greengrass. He'd thought about telling you, but then you might wonder why he's telling you, because he had no idea what your feelings were. It wasn't as if he was someone you'd go for, you're far too kind and considerate and he's, well, Draco. He opted for a black jumper and jeans to match, fixing his hair one last time, and grabbing an umbrella before heading down to meet you outside of Ravenclaw tower.

The way you were with each other had him confused. You were happy to hold his hand, snuggle against him and share stories about yourself, but from Draco's experience with women, all the girls he spent time with did that. You might just be comfortable with him, which is nice, but it only made his mind more cluttered. He wanted to touch you like that, how he did in the Astronomy tower a couple of nights ago, huddled under a blanket with your hands intertwined. Is that just something you did with your friends or just him? So many questions he wanted to ask you, but each time he thought about it his throat almost closed. He walked through the chilly corridors until he reached the corner just before your dormitories. Before he continued, he peaked around to see if you were there yet. He didn't want to appear too eager, but there you were, waiting for his arrival. He couldn't move for a second, nerves freezing him to the spot, because the sight of you had his eyes glued to where you were standing. You were wearing something casual, much like him, but the outfit you had on was possibly the cutest thing he'd ever seen in his life. A cardigan covered your shoulders, hair done nicely and black boots to pull it altogether. He found himself staring, feeling a little creepy about it, but he just couldn't help it. You were utterly perfect. One last composure check, and he proceeded towards you, catching your attention as he got closer. You turn, eyes lighting up upon seeing him and a wide, pleased smile across your face. His heart swelled to three times its size.

"Hey," you say sweetly, and before he can think you're wrapping your arms around his torso. He doesn't want you to move away, so quickly swallows his shock and hugs you back.

"Hi," he says, "you doing okay?"

"Uh-huh," you sound into his chest, "so pleased to see you."

He can feel his face getting warmer, and he's smiling, really smiling to himself. If anyone saw him, this Draco would be unrecognisable.

"I'm pleased to see you too," he tells you, squeezing you close before pulling back, "are you ready?"

You nod enthusiastically, and Draco puts out his arm for you to take. Lacing your arm through his, he leads you out into the rain, putting up the umbrella to cover you both. Along the way you talked, about everything and nothing on the winding road towards Hogsmeade. As the village comes into view, the yellow lights in the distance become streetlamps and shop windows. You make your way to the Three Broomsticks, entering the bustling pub to be met with warmth and the smell of butterscotch.

"I'll get these," Draco says above the noise, "you go find a seat."

You do so, spotting a cosy corner for the two of you. He brings over two delicious looking butterbeers, cold and frothy. He places them down, and you don't waste time on sipping it eagerly.

"Thank you," you breathe after the first taste, satisfied, "I've been thinking about this all day."

"About the butterbeer or me?" Draco teases, and he likes how quick you are to look away from him, cheeks like tomatoes. He grins at you over the rim of his glass.

"The butterbeer, obviously," you mutter, "seeing you is a bonus factor."

Now he's the one avoiding eye contact and he thinks how silly this seems. For the first time in his life, he feels shy. Self-conscious, almost. You make him feel like a mushy mess. That's the best way he could describe it. Usually, he's so smooth he made other guys sick. Draco could get a girl quicker than clicking his fingers, but with you, he doesn't even know where to look half the time.

"So," he changes the subject, "has your Saturday been good so far?"

"It's been really great, actually," you say happily, "Hermione and I went into Hogsmeade again. This time I didn't buy sweets, though. We spent most of the time in a little second-hand bookshop."

"Sounds nice," he smiles across at you, "you spend a lot of time together, don't you?"

You nod as you sip your drink.

"Hermione and I met in Ancient Runes during our third year," you tell him, and he's listening intensively, "we just hit it off, and then I found out she knew Luna, too. We just kind of get each other, I guess."

"And you've been close ever since?"

"Yeah," you grin, "I love her to bits."

Draco shares a lopsided smile.

"That's sweet," he says, "the only friends I really had were Crabbe and Goyle."

You begin to laugh.

"Oh Merlin," you said, "you three were the absolute worst, you know that?"

He starts to laugh along with you.

"Yeah," he agrees, "we caused some havoc, that's for sure. I do miss them from time to time."

"I bet what happened to Crabbe was hard," you said, voice softening. He begins to twirl the stem of his glass between his fingertips. He swallows thickly.

"It was," he mumbles, "I often wish I'd done more to help him."

Your hand quickly found his, squeezing gently as you look at him with those kind eyes. He can't help but look back at them, glistening in the light of the fire. You're just so full of love, he can see it in the way you stare at him. You want to help him, soothe him. All he wants is to lean in.

"It wasn't your fault," you tell him softly, "tragic things happen, and we have to learn to live with them. I think Crabbe would be happy to know you were thinking of him."

He gazes at you for a long time, as you begin to trace his knuckles with your thumb like you usually do. Draco thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met, inside and out.

"You really are special, Y/L/N," he says quietly, "you have no idea how much."

That makes you feel a little overwhelmed because you know he means it. You release his hand and nervously shift in your sheet, not able to help the ever-growing smile on your face.

"Your far nicer than people think," you compliment, and he chuckles quietly.

"I'm only nice when I want to be," he admits, a cheeky smile as he raises an eyebrow at you knowingly. You giggle, a sound he absolutely adores. He wants to hear it all the time, everywhere he is, anywhere he goes. It's the most wonderful thing to experience. Draco hadn't really thought about it before, but even the sound of someone can be attractive.

"What about you?" you ask then, "how has your day been?"

"Actually, something odd happened this morning," he knits his brows together, and you tilt your head in question, "the Slytherin Quidditch captain asked me to be the new seeker."

Your face lights up in excitement.

"You said yes, didn't you?"

"Well, I said I'd think about it," he said, and you look at him in shock, "I wasn't sure."

"Draco," you say excitedly, grabbing his arm, "you should go for it, that's so great! I'll come to your matches, even the ones against Ravenclaw."

He laughs lightly, and places his hand over yours.

"Thank you," he said, "but I haven't played in so long. I'm probably diabolical now."

"You won't know if you don't try," you tell him, shaking your head, "say yes, Draco. For me?"

For you. You seem so excited for him, and he begins to rethink his answer. He was going to say no after a few days, out of fear for the team's reputation, but you really want him to do this. You seem to believe in him, which is both nice and frightening at the same time for Draco. He didn't want to disappoint you, and besides, who's to say this wasn't a good thing. He smiles at you.

"Alright," he agrees, and you bounce a little on the spot. Draco thinks you're adorable. He notices your drink is halfway finished, "want another?" he points to your glass, and you wave a dismissive hand.

"Oh no, please, let me."

"I asked you here, so I buy," he tells you, moving to take your glass. You stop his hand with yours.

"Draco, you paid before, so let-"

He swipes your glass before you speak with his other hand, winking as he gets up and walks over to the bar. You scoff lightly, but you're smiling like an idiot. The feeling you get when you're around him is so light and care-free, like all your problems don't matter anymore and it's just the two of you. He has a certain way of making everything feel better, and it's a feeling you want to bottle and keep in your pocket. Draco Malfoy was becoming someone very important to you, and you could only wish you were for him, too.

You drink and talk until the pub starts to empty, but neither of you notice because all you can focus on is each other. The thought of his forced lunch date with Astoria had completely slipped his mind, all he could think about were the stories you told him and the way your eyes lit up each time he mentioned something you found interesting. He loved the way you listened to him, in such depth and in such interest, like you wanted to reach each tiny crevice of his mind, and you did. He had no fear in sharing embarrassing tales of his times with Crabbe and Goyle, or failed romantic gestures, or even facts about his family. Everything was just so easy with you. Once you'd drank up and you were two of the last customers, you headed back out into the rain, hanging on to his arm as you wandered up to the castle. Draco walked you all the way back to your tower, even though it was in the opposite way to the dungeons. Something about how he needed to know you had made it to the front door.

"Well, this is me," you sing as the doorway to your tower comes into view. You let go of his arm and come to stand before him, "thank you for tonight, Draco. It's been truly lovely."

He shoves his hands into his pockets and looks towards his feet. You think he wants to say something, and you wait to see what it is, but it doesn't seem to come out. For a moment you think of asking him, but then he looks up and smiles, and the thought vanishes.

"No worries, I enjoyed it." He says instead. You put your arms out, as to ask him for a hug, and yet again he starts to feel like he's suffocating and his hearts pounding. He accepts it, wrapping his arms around your torso as yours find their place around his neck. You squeeze him a little, and he responds with one back, causing you to chuckle against him. He closes his eyes to savour that sound.

"Goodnight," he says quietly, pulling back to look at you, "I'll see you Monday."

"What are you doing tomorrow?" you asked suddenly, and the cogs in his mind go into overdrive, looking for an excuse. He can't tell you about Astoria. He has no idea how you'll react, and part of him doesn't want to find out.

"I need to study," he finds himself spewing, "sorry, I would, but I just need to get on top of things."

"It's fine," you giggle, putting your palm against his cheek, and immediately he stops talking (and breathing, but you don't know that), "we'll just see each other on Monday, at the usual spot."

"Yeah," he breathes in relief, "at the Astronomy tower."

You smile up at him, and then on your tiptoes, press a fleeting kiss to his cheek. His heart begins to pound against his ribcage, and he worries his face is giving away how that made him feel, because if it is, you'll think he's absolutely crackers.

"Goodnight, Draco," you said softly, "see you Monday. Sleep well."

Then you disappear beyond the door to Ravenclaw tower, looking back one last time to wave, leaving him stood in the same spot with his heart racing and mind a load of mush. He'd never experienced it before, but that had made his knees weak, and now he feels like a puddle on the ground. He melted right then and there, just from a small peck on the cheek. Since when did he become so soft? This woman was making him pathetic. A smile then breaks out on his face, as he runs his hands through his hair, turning to walk back to the dungeons in the best mood he'd been in for months. All he had to do now was get through this lunch tomorrow, and then on Monday, everything would go back to normal.

That's what he was hoping for, anyway.

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