Being the youngest avenger and them reacting to you going to Xavier's (or college/school)
-Bucky would be so proud that you want to control your mutations and Learn
-Steve would be chill at first then realize you’re serious
-“YOU CANT LEAVE WHOS GOING TO MAKE SURE THOR DOESNT EAT A BAR OF SOAP!”
- “I have full faith that the incident with soap won’t happen again Stevie…I hope”
-Wanda being super excited for you to meet cute boys (aka Alex summers or young Scott summers)
- Nat hiding weapons in your bags just in case
- tony trying to replace you with peter but it doesn’t work
- dramatic sobbing “ ITS NOT THE SAME BRUCE!! I WANT MY LITTLE CHEESESTICK BACK”
- and peters like “wtf thanks bruh #notfeelingthelove”
- Bruce making up a schedule for when to call or video chat every one individually
- Clint and sam being soccer moms and giving you a check list of stuff to pack and making sure you do
- Thor is just not having any of it
- “NO YOU WILL NOT TAKE IT I AM A NORSE GOD AND I FORBID IT”
- Thor holding onto your leg like ‘bitch you going I’m going to’
-eventually Steve gets him off…but then Bucky can’t let his little sidekick go
- “BUCKY PUT ME DOWN YOU OVERGROWN SNOWFLAKE”
- tearful goodbyes
- “call me when you get there, and call us everyday, and If you want to come back I will not hesitate to get you immediately, NO BOYS! And we love you”
- “Thor….” “ROSE LET JACK GO I WILL NOT MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE!”
- “come on (y/n) we have a long journey ahead of us”
- “coming professor Xavier”
-mouthing ’ I love you guys’ before the elevator closes
- Tony, Bucky, and Thor crying for days until you call “LADY (Y/N) I MISS YOU”
i made this new friend recently and we're getting along so well!!!
wow, thats great!
wow, thats great, from what you just said i can obviously tell you are having a much better time with them than you ever had with me and you dont need me anymore, i am a burden and i should never talk to you again
Hey mama!! How dramatic would the 104th and vets be if they got a sunburn?
Mikasa: Not dramatic, barely notices Reiner: IIIIII AAAMMMM SUFFFFERRRIIIINNNGGGG Bertholdt: says ouch every time he touches something Annie: Silently suffer through it Eren: I CANT SIT I CANT LIE DOWN I CANT WALK OR KILL TITANS WHAT HAS MY LIVE COME TO Jean: I have seen death and I hope you will pass on my will Marco: knows it’s his own fucking fault and doesn’t whine around Sasha: She and the sun are bros, no sunburns for her Connie: There was still so much to live for… Historia: NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH MEEEEEEEEEE Armin: lets out a slight ‘eeeh’ sound whenever something touches the sunburn Ymir: Not dramatic, just presses the sunburn all day to show ‘how the skin turns white’ Levi: conceal don’t feel, don’t let them see Hanji: Ends every sentence with ‘man this sunburn really hurts’ Erwin: Stays indoors the next months to avoid a sunburn, pretends it’s because he has ‘to plan the next mission’ Nanaba: uuuuugughhhhhhhh Mike: Cries one manly tear and then gets over it Moblit: HANJI STOP SLAPPING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I had a request from a darling anon for Peter and Wade meeting at a Pride Parade, so here we go. Sticking with Andrew Garfield for Peter, Ryan Reynolds for Wade. If you have a pairing you would like to meet during Pride Month/ at a Pride Event, toss me a message or something and I will see what I can do :)
********************* ********************* J. Jonah Jameson– for all his asshole posturing and shouting and dropping f bombs like he was raining them down on the innocent people below– completely supported Pride Month.
Every June, he instructed his reporters to stop reporting on death and mayhem and that fucking spider and–and this is a direct quote, mind you— —–“find someone carrying a rainbow flag and make them a celebrity. This is Pride Month. So let’s show how fucking proud we are of all of them. Fucking ridiculous, people having to hide who they are from the world. Who the fuck cares? Fuck haters. Go find me someone fabulous and fucking flaming to interview. I expect rainbows and glitter and drag queens.”
Granted, Jameson’s attitude might not have been exactly politically correct, and maybe he used the wrong words to describe members of the LGBTQ community, and maybe he still came across as insensitive, but his heart was in the right place. And he certainly might have teared up once or twice or a dozen times when he heard that two of the male reporters in the bullpen were tying the knot finally. He also might have given them two weeks paid vacation for their honeymoon, and a giant bonus because he was so happy for them.
So, brushing aside the incorrect phrasing, and the insensitive but well meaning enthusiasm of the editor, the staff of the Daily Bugle just smiled and ‘yes sir’-ed and went out to follow his instructions– edited of course because a casting call for someone ‘fabulous and fucking flaming’ might not go over as smoothly with the real world.
No one knew why the cantankerous editor suddenly became pro-glitter during June, but they knew him well enough not to question it.
So when Jameson had yelled for Peter to stop photographing that “goddamn wall crawling pain in my ass and get down to the Parade and for gods sake wear something with a unicorn on it!”, Peter had just grinned and grabbed his camera and headed down town.
The signs as shit my family and friends have said/done Part 1
Aries: *my sister yelling at my younger sister for carrying our dog around all the time* Sister 1- “DO YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM, DO YOU FEED HIM, NO YOU DONT YOU ONLY LOVE HIM” Sister 2- *calmly says* “You don’t either” Sister 1 stares at the wall and regrets what she said.
Taurus: *Sister 1 cooking eggs and I suddenly request 2 eggs for an egg sandwhich and her boyfriend also requests eggs for his sandwhich* Sister 1 dramatically says “I CANT WORK UNDER PRESSURE”
Gemini: *Me choking on Mac and cheese* Bestfriend- “hope you die” *I start laughing and choke again* Bff- “bye ho”
Cancer- *me and my friends ghost hunting at my friends haunted ass house. We take a picture to see if we could find orbs anywhere. We see a rainbow orb in the corner. My friend says" ITS A GAY GHOST EVERYONE, SAY HEEEEEEEY" *everyone in unity* “HEYYYYY” me quietly says “I hate us so much”
Leo: *on snapchat recording myself saying something about wishing I was sexy or whatever* *Sister 1 in the background* “MY NECK. MY BACK, LICK MY PUSSY AND MY CRACK” and proceeds to moan insanely loud ruining my video.
Virgo: *me and my friends walking down the road to our pizza place* *sees a dog running at us viciously * my friend says “ I got this guys” and yells at the dog “SUCK A 12 INCH DILDO BITCH” *and the dog runs away never to be seen again.
Libra: *me and my friends on some app where you talk to random people* *random dude pops up and says “what’s poppin” Bff says “THIS PUSSY” *guy goes away* we all bust out laughing
Scorpio: *there was a murder in our neighborhood and there’s cops a few blocks away at the house* Grandmother says “Lets take a walk around the block, I wanna be nosy”
Sagittarius: *little brother hits me in the face with a ball* *I grab the ball and start chasing him* Little brother says “oh shit” while running for his life.
Capricorn: *me and my friends were having a sleepover and my dad warns us not to make too much noise because he has work. Well we wind up making too much noise and he comes out of his room into the living room and rips the wii out of the wall and throws it outside* *my friends are still scarred to this day*
Aquarius: *my mother and her bestfriend are drunk af and my mom’s bff says to me* “Your mom knows I would sleep with her before I sleep with her husband and she would do the same” *me looks at my mother while she nods in affirmation*
Pisces: *Sister 1 puts shirt over head halfway and proceeds to repeat 1,000 times* “I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLIO , I NEED TP FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!”
WOAH WOAH WOAH YOU DO REACTIONS Y E S okay how would the bts boys react to finding out their s/o has a chronic illness (nothing deadly,just painful) and never mentioned it because they were embarrassed?
“I’m sure my love can fix it but for now how can I make it better babe?”
He’d hate that you were embarrassed to tell him, but happy you had so he could find a way to help you. Like he would do loads of research into it, probably come back with a mixture of puns and actually helpful tips.
“You should have told me sooner.”
He would be very quiet at first, trying to find the words to not hurt your feelings but also explain that by not telling him, he felt like you didn’t really trust him. Of course, that wouldn’t last long and after talking for a while about what he could do to help, he wouldn’t be as upset.
“I’m happy you told me and we can get through this together!”
He wouldn’t be very fazed, hearing that you were in pain would upset him but instantly he would be on a mission to make you smile and feel as comfortable as possible.
“Why did you not trust me to help you with this?”
I feel like he would be very annoyed, you were hurting and your reason for not telling him was the embarrassment? After giving you a lecture about why a relationship is built on trust, he would disappear and return with copious amounts of information on remedies. His temporary anger would melt as he whined about how much he loves you and that it’s not fair you were hiding something like this from him.
“What am I going to do with you? I prescribe hugs and kisses as your medication.”
He would know that there was nothing he could do apart from comfort you and give you, even more, love so even if you were suffering, you knew he would always be by your side.
“Wait, what does that mean again?”
He would probably misunderstand, and then be overly dramatic asking if you were going to die and how you were going to spend your last hours together. It would take a long time to calm him down long enough to discuss what was actually wrong with you, and he would get very quiet and serious before planting a kiss on your nose and telling you it would be fine because you’re with him.
“How can you hurt when I’m here?”
Overly dramatic af. He would decide you were fine and that nothing could ever be wrong with you and when you finally got him to accept it, he would hug you for a long time telling you how lucky he was to have you and how happy he was you told him.
A/N: these are so much fun for procrastinating lol send help.
I may have submitted this fic request before but the fic would be about the anniversary of Damian's death coming up and jon is there to make him feel better.
Oh man, this was hard. Damian isn’t exactly good with his emotions so making a dramatic dialogue for him was…tough… XD
Anyway I hope you enjoy this.
Also, sorry if I take like, ages to do prompts. I cant bring myself to write them unless I can think of a cool thing to make it pop.
Superboy and Robin were just about done patrolling from the rooftops when Damian’s voice stopped Jon in his tracks.
Jon turned to look at Damian. His friend never called him by his nickname unless something serious came up…or if Damian was teasing him. But Damian didn’t seem like he was in a joking mood.
“Hey, what’s up?” Jon asked cautiously.
“Go on patrol without me tomorrow,” Damian said, a hint of melancholy in his tone. “I have business to attend to.”
“What business?” Jon asked again.
“Damian business,” Damian emphasized with a bit of irritation.
“I thought we agreed that Damian business is also my business?” Jon complained.
“Not this time,” Damian said firmly. He fired his grapnel and leaped off the roof’s ledge, leaving Jon behind.
The air was still, save for the soft pitter-patter of raindrops on Jon’s umbrella. The clouds were a murky gray, almost as if the sky was giving off one huge sad sigh. Water seeped in through Jon’s red sneakers, and he remembered a book he’d read where the thirteen-year old detective protagonist said that the feeling of walking with wet socks was the worst. Jon agreed with him.
He walked up the stone steps and searched for the right footpath. All around him, headstones jutted out of the grass like rows of very depressing teeth. It didn’t take long for Jon to find the right place. It was just a simple patch of grass with a seven-foot-tall obelisk as a headstone. He’d have thought that Bruce Wayne, of all people, would have a fancy mausoleum or something built for his family, and not just another square patch of soil like everyone else in Gotham. It wasn’t exactly the most cheerful thing to ask Batman.
In front of the obelisk, just as Jon had expected, was Damian. He was wearing a simple black shirt and track pants, as if he were just another jogger who just happened to detour into a depressing graveyard. He stared intently at the obelisk, whose inscription looked so faded that there were barely any letters left.
Jon rolled his eyes. Damian didn’t have an umbrella and his usually well-groomed hair was wet and plastered to his forehead. Typical, Jon thought. There’s no better way to look miserable than to visit a graveyard on a rainy day without an umbrella. He approached the boy, but Damian didn’t pay him any attention. Jon put the umbrella over them both.
“Hey,” Jon called out cautiously.
“Hmm,” Damian grunted.
“You’ll catch a cold,” Jon chided.
“How did you find me?” Damian asked without lifting his head.
“You have three brothers and a super awesome butler that I could ask. It wasn’t hard.” Jon hoped that Damian would smile. Damian still looked disinterested.
“Hrrn,” Damian grunted again.
“Soooo,” Jon began, unsure what to say, “That’s where…you were…uh…”
“This was my grave, yes,” Damian said in a monotone. “I was buried here when I…died.” Damian sounded like he almost choked. “Today’s the third year since that day.”
Jon bit his lip as Damian trailed off and went silent. Finally, he couldn’t stand it.
“Come on, let’s get out of the rain.” He grabbed Damian’s hand and dragged him out of the graveyard, ignoring the latter’s indignant protests.
Jon’s first thought was to try a café, but he didn’t think Damian would feel like talking if there were any other people around. He needed a place where they could be alone and relaxed. He thought of the quietest, most serene place he could think of. That’s how he ended up flying Damian all the way to his family’s former farm in Hamilton County. Damian didn’t even complain when Jon carried him in his arms, much to Jon’s surprise.
The city gave way to vast plains blanketed by yellows and oranges. The rain hadn’t reached the county, and the autumn breeze swirled with the scent of leaves and hay. Jon set Damian down under the shade of a huge oak tree—his favorite spot on the farm. Damian remained silent as he leaned on the massive trunk. Jon settled beside him and kicked off his sneakers. The texture of the papery grass between his toes always gave him a comforting sensation, a vague memory of home and warmth.
“So, do you always sulk alone on your death anniversary?” Jon asked, trying to sound light-hearted.
“It’s not the kind of thing you forget easily,” Damian said.
Both boys looked at each other when they realized the same thing.
“You sound like Jason!” Jon giggled.
“Now I feel even worse,” Damian said, but he sounded like he was trying to stifle a laugh. The air between them felt lighter.
“Dick told me, you know,” Jon began, “about how it happened. How everyone mourned. How your dad punched Darkseid in the nose to bring you back to life, which was way awesome, by the way.”
“I don’t think that’s exactly how it went down,” Damian smirked. Then, he adopted a more serious expression. “I was immature. I believed myself unbeatable, I went out of my way to find trouble and fight, to prove myself the best. My hubris got me killed.”
“You don’t need to be so philosophical about it,” Jon said offhandedly.
“No,” Damian said casually. “It was actually literal, in a way. I was killed by my own adult clone, one that still held on to its beliefs of superiority and other nonsense from my mother and the League of Assassins.
“I’ve gotten better,” he continued. “Now I know that it’s useless to die trying to prove you’re better than anyone. You should die for something worth fighting for.”
“Idiot,” Jon chided. “Have you tried not dying at all? Maya and Starfire both told me you were practically suicidal, going off trying to sacrifice yourself to anything every chance you get!”
“I’m not afraid to die,” Damian declared.
Jon sighed and stared off into the distance. He watched a flock of birds flying to the west, and the breeze kicked up a few leaves that settled on Jon’s hair.
“Back then, before either of us was born, my dad died, too. He was fighting Doomsday for the first time.” Jon sounded anxious, as if he was glad he wasn’t alive when it happened.
“My mom took it hard. So did everyone who knew my dad. His friends, relatives, and everyone in the world ever saved by Superman.”
“What’s your point?” Damian asked.
“My dad told me that while he was fighting, he was scared. He was terrified.” Jon said quietly.
“Superman was scared?” Damian repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah. He told me that no great warrior ever goes into battle without being scared. He was scared what would happen if he didn’t fight, or if he lost. He fought because he was scared he’d lose his family to Doomsday. He needed to stay alive to protect us, he didn’t want to die. But in the end, he did.”
“You are not very good at cheering people up,” Damian mused.
“What I’m trying to say is,” Jon said adamantly, “it’s okay to be scared to die. You should be, and you should try your hardest to stay alive for the people that love you.” He gave Damian a meaningful look.
Damian considered his words before he replied. “My life is forfeit to my father’s cause. I’m his heir.”
Jon shook his head. “You’re not your dad. Your life is yours. Have you even talked to your dad for longer than ten seconds? He’s not obvious about it, but he just wants what’s best for you. I bet, if you told him you didn’t want to be Robin anymore, he wouldn’t mind, and he’d even help you find a school and stuff!”
At the mention of ‘school’, Damian’s face wrinkled. “You presume too much, Jon. Besides, outside of being Robin, I have nothing.”
“Sure you do!” Jon huffed. “You have brothers, friends, family…you have me.”
Damian looked Jon in the eye, his expression a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
“Why do you care so much? What am I to you?”
Damian’s gaze was so intense that Jon had to look away. He started picking the grass.
“You’re someone that I’d protect no matter what,” Jon said softly. “I’d fight even if my hands go numb until you get it in that thick head of yours to stop throwing away your life like it’s your answer to everything—until you learn just how important your life is to people who care about you.”
“And if I did?” Damian asked quietly. His shoulders relaxed and his hands fell to his sides.
“Then…” Jon gulped. The sheer honesty of the moment made his heart pound in his chest. “I wouldn’t have to be so scared anymore.”
Damian felt Jon’s hand on top of his own. He held it and gently squeezed. His friend’s words echoed in his mind: the greatest warriors fight because they’re scared to lose the ones they love.
The two boys spent a few minutes just listening to the oak’s branches rustling in the breeze.
“Don’t tell Jason,” Damian finally said. He sounded much more cheerful.
“That you were getting touchy about dying even more than he does?” Jon asked with a grin. “Maybe for a double scoop of triple chocolate ice cream, I will.”
Summary: you have a crush on matt and you think he cant tell but…he so can. and it turns out he has the same feelings for you. but can one night change everything when Daredevil himself comes crashing into your apartment like, prince charming dressed in red? (i tried to be dramatic. im not good at summaries.)
Warnings: none, unless you hate small bathroom make out sessions.
Notes: no one requested this but i hope you like it anyways :)
“I don’t care if I fall in love to a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.”
Headcanons for Present Mic/ Eraserhead/ All Might with an s/o that has a self healing quirk, and they like to play pranks and act like they were stabbed, even though they're fine?
I hope I was able to write it well for you, Nonnie.
• Hizashi would scream, watch him scream out of terror though
it would be his usual scream that everyone in public knows – reason
was that if his s/o would be terrified he didnt want to burden that
feeling even more just because he couldnt contain his own really well
in such a dramatic situation
• Knowing fully well that
he cant do much for his love himself, he’d ask if they can heal it by
themselves as far as they abilities were able to – his signif
meanwhile on the verge of bursting out into a fit of laughter due to
the fact that he’s taking it so unexpectingly serious, not sure when
to reveal it tho
• but when the man tries to call for help,
he’d be stopped by his lover’s hand that takes his wrist, looking
seriously into his eyes which startles him before they voice out the
truth with a loud laugh. He’d be a little bit shocked but how could
he not know when they were always doing such pranks? He joins their
• „Holy crap, I
almost got a heartattack, geez!“
• He’d instantly kneel
down beside his s/o and wants to have a look on the wound, the muscle
in his chest tightening uncomfortably due to fear. Feelings
contradicting Aizawa’s expression that gave off the vibes of calm and
cool, his love wouldn’t miss that small detail of the way how his
brows would furrow tho
• Wondering why they
didnt use their quirk to heal themselves up, he scrutinized his
partner’s face as if he was looking for an answer which causes them
to stutter a bit out of some kind of insecurity? From the three he’d
be the first to realize that is obviously a prank, his face turning
into an unpleased scowl
• Is seriously not
pleased and will talk to them about it, but more like: This
particular man only wanted to take a nap in his office and being
awakened by a shocking situation that caused him to panic only to
reveal itself as a prank was really not smooth. They’d have to
apologize for this - he’s fast to forgive
• „Just dont do this
ever again… You really got me there though.“
• The most fast one to
appear for their aid even if not in his muscle form bc that’s just
our most favourite top hero is, instantly there when someone’s in
need as far as his capacities could take him. Especially when it’s
his s/o the man would drop anything, for once worry written over his
face just bc it’s his lover
• He doesnt have to
put up an act in front of them which makes the way he reacts even
more endearing, his arms holding his partner carefully, asking
questions of what happened, how did it happen. Where did the bastard
walk off to as his eyes would scan their surroundings, bits of anger
reflecting in them
• When he tells them that he’s
called the ambulance already and did like all preparations needed,
his love’s throat died bc… Shit? That’s No. 1 for you, man.
Scoffing, they’d be confronted with a confused face and as they
confess their actions. Toshinori would be taken a back but sigh in
relief that it wasnt anything serious while enjoying the sound of his
signif’s fit of giggles
„I’m just relieved
that you’re fine… But you really scared me there!“
What's bothering me the most is that people keep attacking the show for not showing Hannah was suffering from mental illness. But, they did show it at times. Also, people who suffer from mental illness like depression do get skilled at hiding it. I hid mine pretty well. This show has saved so many people and has saved so many lives but all people want to do is attack it. It makes me feel like people are okay with keeping suicide in the dark.
i understand where theyre coming from, but yeah i agree. i never thought about that before, about her hiding it. i used to be able to hide it pretty well, which a lot of people do. also i think they did show many symptoms. now thinking about it, im not sure what those certain people want, because for a teenage girl in high school, i think it was portrayed realistically. do they want over the top crying, and her dramatically announcing she is depressed? through my whole high school years, for me it was conceal dont feel, and the one time i mention it to my mother, i get yelled at, so i never mention it again. i think when things like this come out, you cant please everyone. nothing is perfect, and people will always find things that they dont like, and will dismiss the whole thing.
summary: Min yoongi aka Agust D an underground rapper on the come up , finds y/n outside of a club hurt and on the verge on passing out, little did he know saving her would turn his world upside down
AN: hey hey hey! this is my first bts x reader fic i’m kinda excited!!!, english is not my first language so please be nice with the critic! i had my friend matt proof read this so to make sure that i didn’t make any mistakes. this is going to be be multi chaptered, ill try to update once and if i can twice a week so i still have time to write one shots! also this one is more of an introduction but there is a teeny bit of yoongi x reader interaction at the end of this fic. hope you have fun reading this- sora
Sighed y/n walked into the living room, the evening sun illuminating her friends brown skin who was laying on the couch playing with her phone.“Wheres your sis’ y/n asked the short haired girl.’'She has a game , supposedly shell be pitching for all nine innings.’’ came a lazy reply. One would think that for twins they would be similar which turned out it wasn’t the case all. while rukiya had the same face as her sister imara they couldn’t be more different Imara was the bubbly, popular one who loved sports and early mornings ,while her sister was more stoic, cynic, a homebody who loved to sleep and watch tv.
Don’t misunderstand rukiya was popular too but it was more that people were drawn to her because of her good looks and ’‘mysterious” aura instead of her personality. ‘’By the way akiho sent me a message that said we should be at 9pm at sin city’’ said the girl. ‘’Well lets hope there wont be a brawl or she’s going to lose her job’’ came a muffled reply from y/n as she was taking off her hoodie.
’’If that happens she’s going to kill ya you know’'y/n laughed ‘’ill burn that bridge when i get to it.’’ ‘’don’t you mean cross the bridge when you get to it?’’ rukiya asked confused ‘’i like the sound of burning a bridge better, kinda dramatic don’t you think?.’’ y/n said. Rukiya rolled her eyes at that ‘’anyways hyun-jin cant come she has a date night with her girlfriend but if something comes up we can call her’’ ‘’aight aight’’ said y/n and walked towards the kitchen. Today’s mission wasn’t really that big or important just a meeting with a low grade gangster who thought he was slick by running his business in the streets that was obviously y/n’s territorial.
As she arrived in the kitchen she immediately took out some vegetables, meat , noodles and started to cook. Thirty minutes later she took out two plates , placed them on the table and called rukiya to come to the table. The tall girl plopped on the chair not bothered to sit upright and started to shovel in. ‘’myour food rally isch the bescht’’ y/n frowned ‘’stop talking with your mouth full you’re going to-’’ rukiyas coughing interrupted her , sighed walked over and hit her on the back several times and sat back down ‘’from the way your scarfing down that food someone might think you haven’t eaten for days’’ Rukiya looked at y/n ‘’you know damn well that akiho cant cook and hyun-jin has a girlfriend who cooks for her the whole time’’
Y/n raised one eyebrow ‘’and your point is?’’ she asked ‘’I’m trying to preserver just in case that day comes’’ rukiya shuddered , to be fair akihos cooking was disastrous how she always managed to mess up a simple recipe was a mystery to y/n ‘’You do realize that i cook most of the times?’’ ‘’exactly most of the time which means theres a time where you don’’ rukiya replied. ‘’Gosh what would y'all do without me’’ she sighed , stood up and started to collect the dishes and walked into the kitchen ‘’we’d probably be dead’’ came rukiyas voice from the living room who was still sitting at the table
‘’anyways-’’ she continued ‘’ I’m going to take a shower start getting ready.’’ ‘’Aight aight heard ya don’t use all my shampoo tho its from lush and was expensive as fuck!!’’ Y/n replied as she was putting the dishes into the dishwasher. She walked back into the living room looking for any mess that needed to be cleaned up. The apartment was simple. The walls were painted white , there were a few decorations on the walls , mostly paintings that either y/n or praveena hyun-jins girlfriend drew.
Pictures frames were scattered everywhere around the apartment some with people that were long gone or not involved in her life anymore some with her current friends . A red couch was to be seen on the left side of the living room with a tv and a small zen table that had a vase full of sunflowers that were withered. ‘’I need to throw them away-’’ y/n thought as she spotted them. ‘’Maybe ill go by the florist tomorrow when everything goes well tonight.’’ she continued. She decided that shed throw them away another day as she simply didn’t feel like doing it at the moment and walked out of the living room straight to her bedroom.
Turned on the light, opened the wardrobe and took out a pair of black jeans and a black sweatshirt. ‘’too much black?’’ she asked herself and chuckled remembering how once akiho told her ‘’that you couldn’t go wrong with black even if it means you’re head to toe dressed in it.’’ She quickly got dressed, took a hairband and pulled her hair into a low ponytail. Brooding over tonights plan she didn’t notice the tall girl standing in her doorway ‘’you kinda remind me of those ninjas or spies from the movies.’’ Y/n jumped
‘’Holy mother of fuck, can you stop doing that you’re going to give me an heart attack’’ she wheezed her hand on her chest trying to calm herself down. Rukiya chuckled and revealed her pearl white teeth. ‘’ I’m called panther for a reason’’ ‘’ok first stop that cuz you look creepy as fuck right now and secondly i gave you that name when i was drunk as hell but for some reason it stuck with you’’ ‘’ah yes-’’ rukiya replied , her hand on her chin looking up as if that would help recollect the memories of said night. ‘’That was at the freshmen frat party wasn’t it? didn’t you-’’ ‘’we don’t talk about that night’’ y/n interrupted and grimaced ‘’just like how barton and Romanov don’t talk about Budapest, which i still wanna know what happened but i digress’’ she continued.
‘’Anyways i’m ready lets hit the road i want to check out the fuckers before we officially meet’’ rukiya smirked and dangled the car keys. They both put on their shoes and walked out the door. Similar to y/n rukiya was wearing black pants with a dark purple hoodie with a black beanie on top. They arrived at the car , y/n sat into the passengers seat while rukiya walked around the car and sat into the drivers seat.
‘’Please for the love of god , just for once drive safely’’ y/n said. ‘’The hell do you mean i always drive safely’’ rukiya replied while lifting an eyebrow ‘’uhm no remember how you almost ran over that old lady at a crossroad? Or the time where you almost crashed into the car in front of us? god its like you’re playing need for speed or something’’ y/n countered back. ‘’Aight granny-’’ y/n playfully glared at her ‘’ at least let me pick out the music.’’ ‘’Yeh whatever we have the same music taste so sure go ahead.’’
The sun has already gone down, taking with her the bustling and business of people trying to get to their destination. The sky was painted dark blue, speckled with stars that could faintly be seen because of the city lights. the window rolled down as the summer wind blew into her face. Yn truly loved summer, the time where all types of people came out a night to gather and drink, talk have fun together and just live life. ‘’How ironic’’ she thought and scoffed bitterly.
Here she was , on her way to something that could lead into a blood bath while people around her wont be knowing whats going on in the shady parts of Seoul. ‘’We’ve arrived’’ came Rukiya’s voice pulling y/n out of her thoughts. She unclasped the seat belt , reached to the backseat and fished out a backpack. ‘’We cant take the whole backpack with us so you gotta hide the guns and knives on your body’’ said y/n. Rukiya nodded absentmindedly while storing a few pocket knives into her holster around her forearm.
They got out of the car, locked it and started to walk towards the club. Already from a far you could see people lining up to get inside. ‘’Apparently theres this rap battle going on and a few famous underground rappers are here’’ Rukiya said and lifted her eyebrows looking excitedly at y/n ‘’we’re here for work’’ she reminded the tall girl . ‘’Honestly i could give a rats ass about work’’ ‘’me too but if they continue to do this bullshit in our district what do you think will that say about our group?’’ Y/n countered.
‘’Yeh yeh whatever you say boss.’’ They arrived at the front door of the club where a big buffy security guard was standing ‘’business again?’’ he asked, his voice being almost drown from the beat that could be heard till outside. ‘’As usual’’ y/n replied. He stood aside and opened the door, just as they were passing y/n saw a boy that had striking mint blue hair .
He was leaning against the wall next to the security guard holding a cigarette , dressed in black skinny jeans a white shirt and gold chains. As she met his eyes, that seemed to be darker than the night, she saw that he was smirking as if he knew what kind of effect he had on people. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, she couldn’t believe it! the nerve he had to be smirking at her like that. Unknowingly to her he continued to stare at her as her figure vanished as she stepped into the the club.
Sorry, I'm feeling really down, and whenever you have the time, could you please write Dazai with an S/O that doesn't really feel like a person? They just feel so empty inside with the rare emotion sadness coming and going, and they feel scared that they can't connect with anyone because they don't even know how to try and begin to.
((I did my best with this, and I hope it helps to cheer you up a bit. If ever you need someone to talk to, my doors are open.))
There it was again, the sad look that occasionally crossed your face. Just barely there, but there nonetheless. Others may not notice it, but Dazai definitely did.
You two were on a walk when he noticed the slight shift in your expression. Upon taking notice he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as he walked and making numerous jokes in an attempt to see if it would go away, but it was all to no avail. And while he had decided it was best to put off asking, as it could make you uncomfortable…..
“Say, (Y/N),” he said, looking down at you with a bright smile. How was it that he managed to be so happy all the time? “I’m going to ask you something, you don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to but…”
His voice grew slightly more serious as he spoke, and when you looked at him again you found he was no longer smiling but instead looking at you with a somewhat puzzled expression you couldn’t decipher. “(Y/N), why are you sad?”
“W-what do you mean?” You stammered, surprised by the question. You werent quite sure what you had expected him to ask, but that wasn’t it. “I’m…I’m not.”
“Like I said, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he said, smile back. “But if you ever do want to, I’ll listen.”
You two walked quietly for a bit before you finally decided to speak again. “Is it that obvious?”
“You know,” you shrugged.
“Not really,” he responded sincerely.
“Then how did you notice?”
“Because I know that expression all too well,” was his only reply.
You two resumed back into silence, but you knew well he was just waiting for you to open up more.
“It’s…hard to explain,” you finally began, wringing your hands nervously. “It’s just, I can’t…I can’t connect with anyone. I try but I can’t, I don’t know how. It all just…I just feel so…empty.”
It was hard getting the words out and explaining while ignoring the burn behind your eyes, instantly regretting having spoken.
“I understand,” Dazai said, to your surprise. “I used to feel that way quite often. I still do at times.”
You could tell by the expression on his face he was being sincere. “The reason I had joined the mafia was to try and get rid of that emptiness, afterall…”
“Did it work?”
“No, but I did meet someone there who helped a bit,” he answered, once again an unreadable expression crossing his face. “The feeling never went away entirely, but I guess you could say I became less apathetic. I learned to understand those around me.”
He stopped walked for a moment, turning you around to face him. “As much as I’d like to, I can’t just snap my fingers and suddenly fix everything up, I cant. As a matter a fact, I can’t fix it at all. But I can stay by your side to pick you up when you fall, and to at least try and guide you. And I promise I’ll do just that, alright?”
You nodded, and as soon as you did Dazai’s smile returned, his arm around your shoulder once again. “How about we go prank Kunikada? That always cheers me up when I’m upset.”
kyla my chronic illness is kicking my butt right now and i need you to deliver me with your fluffiest batfam headcanons (bonus points for illness-themed hcs)
LETS DO THIS *cracks knuckles*
-tim is so bad when it comes to taking his anxiety meds. so the whole family does their best to subtly put tim’s bottle of pills in places that he’ll look at and remember. they all think they’re really subtle until one day tim is just like ‘i appreciate the sentiment but please stop putting my pill bottles in the cabinet i opened it to get a coffee mug and it hit me in the face.’
-bruce carries around a little ‘emergency pack’ even when he’s not patrolling as batman. and one time a kid cut his hand on a piece of glass at a wayne gala and fucking Bruce Wayne: Local Dad was there with disinfectant and a pack of band-aids he pulled out from his armani suit and people are still like ‘how???’ (spoiler alert: they were in fact batman band-aids.)
-dick will literally act like the world is ending when he’s sick. he’ll lay in bed and cough weakly and tell tim, jason, or damian ‘-cough….closer…-cough cough- come closer….’ and the whole family sighs a lot but does in fact put up with him
-jason, on the other hand, will still do everything he normally does even if he is very, very ill. one time early patrol bruce was just going over protocol and plans and jason just passed the fuck out. just a big -thump- and he was on the ground in a gross, sweaty pile once someone managed to take his helmet off and see how awful he looked.
-damian is a weird mix of both where he’ll think he’s ‘too good to get sick’ but one he is he’s very over dramatic and petty and thinks tim gave it to him probably.
-tim cant get sick because the boy doesnt have a goddamn spleen. which means he always has hand sanitizer on him and ‘no dick you cannot have a sip of my water bottle thats gross’ (dick does the waterfall method and gets it all over himself because jason tips it)