Rae

19 ‘And life went on, it was never the same, but it went on nevertheless’

[r-riri]

I fear I’ve gotten to the point of blocking people who do not tag their work correctly. Cause I don’t want to see smut, I’m asexual, that’s not my scene so I’ve got the tag blocked and different variations of it blocked yet people never fucking tag correctly so I’m forced to see this fucking crap on my feed. So now I’m blocking them.

Please for the love of everything just tag your stuff correctly!!

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This is gonna just be a small rant about one thing that I’ve noticed lately and it’s that everything is just smut or smut adjacent lately, it’s like I can’t read anything without sex or something sexual being mentioned. It’s everywhere not even just in fanfics these days it’s every kinda media these days. I’m not saying this as someone who’s like a prude or anything. I’m asexual, I can appreciate it every now and again, but sometimes when I look up tags all of the fics are just sex and it’s annoying lowkey

That’s it, thank you for the Ted talk

Oh and to add incase anyone thinks ‘have it blocked’ or whatever, I do, I still have to scroll past things like that; and even then sometimes people don’t tag smut as smut so I see it anyway, or they’ll tag it as ‘fluff’ so when I purposely search up ‘yada yada x reader fluff’ I see smut, it’s annoying and grinds my gears, tag things properly and then filtering will work properly and everyone will be happy

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Eli moskowitz x reader ‘Him’

Warnings - trouble sleeping

Summary - (name) can’t sleep so she went to the one place she knew would always welcome her. Mentions to (name) being johnnys daughter but it’s only like two lines

If you see any grammatical errors, you don’t <3

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That night was tough, the noise was too loud, the air was too thick, the breathing became difficult. So I got up, I left my bed grabbing my phone, my keys, headphones, and Eli’s old sweater, that he won’t wear anymore but it’s still my favorite thing.

Leaving the apartment was always easy. Especially with Johnny staying with Carmen which meant our apartment was technically left mostly empty, getting into the old beaten trade in car Johnny technically took from Daniel but that wasn’t my business to know about.

The drive to Eli’s place wasn’t long, or exciting. Just mundane silences echoed with soft music in the background. I didn’t think about much during this drive; I white knuckled gripped the wheel in hopes that it would somehow time travel me to his place. Most of the lights were blurred, cars were vacant. Most normal people wouldn’t be driving around at 4 in the morning especially since most days start at 6am for a lot of people.

I shifted the gear into park out front of his house as I called Eli’s phone. He wasn’t a deep sleeper, but he also wasn’t light, he was a happy medium. It took 5 rings before he picked up, running on the cusp of it going to voicemail

“Baby..? You know what the time is?” He croaked out obviously trying to give his full attention but he was wavering, lulling between asleep and awake. I could see him clearly in my head. How his eyes were mostly closed, how a hand covered a quarter of his face trying to keep some bit of him asleep incase it was only a quick call. His nose twitching slightly from the cold.

“Yeah.. sorry, I couldn’t sleep” I voiced softly trying not to give away the fact that I was outside his house right now

“You talk I’ll listen” he offered and I just smiled, he was always sweet, especially when he didn’t want to be badass to everyone around him

“I’ll do you one better, you hug me?” I offered, he started to protest before stopping

“You did not drive all the way here, at 4 in the morning to come see me because you couldnt sleep. Baby” he sighed, I could picture him running his hand over his face exhaustively

“Can I come in?” I offered weakly getting out of my car walking to the front door and by the time I got there he was standing by the door no shirt, just a pair of thrown on shorts and a throw blanket over his shoulders

I smiled over at him and he just smiled tiredly rolling his eyes pulling me inside closing the door behind us as I already started going to his bedroom not waiting for him

I pulled off the sweater leaving it on his desk next to a bunch of open textbooks and some awards for the ‘binary brothers’

I kicked my shoes off as he laid back into bed opening his arms that were so Inviting it felt like a hot chocolate brewed just for me

I curled into his arms resting my head on his nape, he pulled the thick duvet around both of us as he kissed my temple. Without much effort he drifted back to sleep while I laid awake, but not disturbed as I felt, listened and counted each of his breaths, every rise of his chest, every feeling of the air that escaped his lungs breath over my ears and neck, counting the seconds between him breathing in and out. These numbers and feelings weren’t haunting. They were safe.

They were him

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Tim drake x reader ‘You can’t scare me’

Warnings - getting locked in a room. Death not of main character, mentions of harmful behavior. I think that’s all sorry.

Summary - (name) somehow got caught up in enchantress and only one person seems to not be wary.

If you wanna see a part of this where it focuses only on Tim’s perspective of this fic I will happily write it

It might be a tiny bit inaccurate in some areas sorry, I tried my best. If you see any grammatical issues no you don’t <3

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Why couldn’t I do anything right..?

Being sought out by the Batman was never a comforting feeling for anyone. Even more so with this thing living inside of me that could destroy the whole world with a flick of her wrist

I didn’t want this.. they have to believe me, I didn’t want her to be here, I didn’t think she would set her sights on me and decide id be her next host after June moone died…

Why did it have to be me? Why did everyone have to look at me in fear? Batman cornered me into joining the young justice team, at least there he said that he can always keep an eye on me, especially with the others around, they could neutralize the threat before it even became a threat. Especially with the young justice tied so closely to the actual justice league.

It was better than me living out in the open world…I thought it would be better..they would have to understand that I didn’t choose this for my life to turn out this way?

But instead? They hated me, the way they’d shy away from me, no one would pair with me during training sessions, no one would even step near me without solid proof that I wouldn’t just flick over and turn into enchantress.. Batman being Batman figured out a way to try and keep her at bay by using a piece of nanotechnology implanted into my arm to control the demon, it worked for the most part…most part being the operative word

Yesterday during training I had been partnered with gar, he’d always play nice around me, at least to my face he would, he was without a doubt like the others and tried to leave as quickly as possibly without drawing too much attention to the fact that he wanted to leave whatever room I’d been in prior so he didn’t have to inevitably wait for his demise as they all thought

I kept it in, really I did try .. until he threw me on the mat and my head hit the cushioning and everything went dark.. enchantress came out speaking in broken tongue, echos of the dead language ‘moonspeak’ filled the air as her dark twisted hair fell to the side as her head tilted in almost agony wanting to rain hell upon those who dared cross the demon who was once worshiped like a god in her time

I begged and screamed inside my own head silently trying to fight her for control when Richard Grayson, dick more commonly known used a super sonic frequency that only enchantress could hear, to shrink back into herself before he stabbed a tiny hole in enchantresses heart to keep her in control before she eventually gave in and I succumbed back to ownership of my body

By the time my eyes opened and I looked around the training ground everyone was cowered in the corner of the room, despite being heros themselves dealing with something as unknown as enchantress was a damn good reason for even them to cower away..dick laid a hand on my shoulder and ushered me out of the room to go sit in the padded room of the lockdown space

‘It’s built for yours and our safety, we understand it’s scary for you; but we are yet to understand the limits of her power even with junes research that she had done before her unfortunate death. After every use of enchantress controlled or not, you must sit in this room for at least 24 hours for everything to completely calm down, do you understand?’ Batman once spoke to me when I’d lost control of enchantress for the first time since getting brought to the tower with the team

At the time I nodded quietly feeling my whole body scratch and screaming for peace

“I..I didn’t mean too” I whispered my voice cracked and croaked in reluctance. Dick- Richard..I didn’t have the right to address him so informally despite his encouragement to do so. He just nodded in understanding keeping one hand on my arm where the nanotechnology had been implanted

“Did..did I hurt them?” I whispered unsure if I even wanted the answer, would I just feel more sick if I found out I hurt them? Would they become more scared of me? Would they never talk to me even if to be fake friendly? Would I feel better knowing I only scared them? That I didn’t hurt them? Or would that make me feel worse? I didn’t know anymore, learning anything made me feel sicker and more disgusting as the days with her inside my body Increased

Richard just looked down at me and opened the door to the padded room “you didn’t hurt anyone, you know this is for safe measures” he spoke in what I’m sure he meant to be reassuring but really the words translated to ‘you didn’t hurt anyone this time, but we don’t trust you so we’re gonna lock you away like the ticking time bomb you are and maybe we just won’t let you out again’ I imagined his face twisting into a sick smile before hearing the door close and the 8 different locks behind it clicking together

He’d never say that..? Would he? Maybe it’s what he meant, maybe if it’s that was what he actually thinking in that moment maybe that’s why I was able to imagine him saying it so easily, everyone hates me, everyone wants me gone no one even wants me to be around

I curled my legs under my chest as my forehead touched the cushy floor as wet patches grew from the tears that leaked my eyes. Moonspeak echoed in my ears even though no one was in the room, enchantress has grown into the habit of talking to me inside of my own head. It took me a while before I could understand a single word she uttered, no one spoke in that language anymore, it was beyond dead, not even the batcomputer had it logged and that usually had everything.

I caught certain words like trying to catch specs of dirt in a glass of water that marinated outside

‘Weak..no..respect’ were all the words I caught before she became silent, I never know if she’s refering to me as weak or others, I don’t even know if she likes me as a host, if she didn’t she wouldn’t stay right? How do you make a demon mad enough to leave your body? Would that kill me? Would it—

Who was that? Why were the locks opening,no no no it’s only been 3 hours..I’d only learnt to tell the time here because Richard would knock on the door every 4 hours making sure everything was ok and I hadn’t succumbed to enchantresses will, despite the cameras in the room he could check. I think he feels these personal check ins being me comfort, they don’t, never would.

So who’s at the door? Why is it opening, it’s never opened before the 24 hour mark, they’ve come to kill me haven’t they..? Turned off the cameras and decided they didn’t want such a demon— Tim drake..?

My eyes widened and my back pressed future into the padding of the back wall denting it, pressing so hard I could feel the layers of concrete behind the padding..probably layered with explosives, enough to kill me and whatever lays inside my body

“Hey” his boyish voice spoke out as he shut the door behind him, his eyes glanced up at the monitoring camera no longer seeing a flashing red light which usually meant someone was actively watching the feed, no red light, no one watching, why was he here?

“I wanted to come check on you” he looked away from me directly, his domino mask doing little to tell me what he was actually feeling in this moment

I couldn’t bring myself to respond to him as I just curled my knees closer to my body almost scared to even move an inch incase I did something to hurt him. He’d always been the nicest, never showed even the slightest bit of fear near me, which was shocking in of itself, I didn’t know why he never showed me fear…

He often took the seat next to me at breakfast and dinners, he would slide into the seat beside me on the couch which was rare since I never wanted to be around the common areas in fear of making the others uncomfortable.

Most importantly he was always the only volunteer to have me in his small team when we would have missions, I never understood it. Why would someone like him who is technically just a human who has a few cool gadgets and moves not be fearing for his life around someone so unknown like me? So why did he always have to be next to me as if he is some kind of inhumane never dying all knowing person? He was a puzzle I was never able to figure out and I don’t even want to figure it out, I just want him to stop

“You shouldn’t be here.. it’s dangerous” my voice cracked at the last words feeling the prickle of pain crack into my heart piercing the fragile muscles inch by inch awaiting his words like the final dagger. He will probably agree, probably think I’m some compromise to his team, some likability, i agree, I know I am, I hate me, I hate that I thought things would change the moment I stepped into this tower. I put his family, his friends, his home in danger so of course he’ll hate me, of course he’d be the first to raise a knife to enchantresses heart to destroy her then kill me for even hosting the unmoving demon

“You’re not scary. You’re anything but scary” his voice broke through the tunneling thoughts like a dam break and all the water, hot boiling water crashed down onto my exposed body, feeling the shivering of my skin not fitting my body.

Not scary? How could I not be scary? How can I not be scary? Why would he think that, how?

“Infact I think you’re divine, you know, they tried to understand you, but how can they understand you if they don’t let you live? They did this crap to Jane and look where she is” he stepped closer whispering my name like a gods prayer that could be his true savior

I tried to crawl back into the wall behind me, wishing for once that I was left alone, I take back all my begging I did hourly to find someone who wasn’t afraid of me, because this? This feels worse than having them be scared of me.

“Please” he whispered my name once more “help me help you, let me in past your fears to help you rein control of your life again” he lifted his hand up, not high enough to touch any section of my burning body but instead enough to give me that decide to let him inside

His hand laid out right in front of me silently asking for mine to hold it back, but it was too much. “No…” I whispered wishing I could curl my body in on itself to give more space between the two of us

His face fell a minuscule amount before he smiled softly “it’s ok, I understand, I won’t rush you, but my offer will never leave the table” his words faded into the silence of the room as he turned to leave glancing over his shoulder in what looked like almost hope but I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t risk getting comfortable to someone only to lose control and have them be the first victim.. I couldn’t let what happened to June happen to me…

“You were chosen for a reason” his words as sharp as the sound of the door closing, as if he didn’t want to give me a chance to argue that he was wrong, there was no reason I’d been chosen for this stupid power, I didn’t want this, I never wanted this, I never wanted to be haunted by a demon who supposed herself to be godly, it sure didn’t feel godly to have everyone be so scared of me, waiting, always waiting for me to break to prove in a freak of nature who should be terminated

I laid back on the floor of the room counting the seconds while moonspeak played on repeat in my head ‘worship..ground…ruler’ were the only words I understood from her, all I wanted to ask her was why me, why did she have to pick me after June died, why did it she have to ruin my life by haunting my body, my life will never be the same, it will never recover.

I used to be such a normal girl..I used to be happy, graduated from Gotham academy. I had friends, now I get locked into a padded room anytime I even so much as lose control of who is inside of me—

“Actually no, I’m not giving up, I’m sorry, really I am but I’m not letting you wallow” the door reopened and Tim came pacing inside not even bothering to close the door, that opened door made enchantress sizzle in excitement, I felt my body convulse, I gasped for air as I leaned down to the ground nails piercing the ground as two dusty blackened hands curled themselves around my hands before turning them over and she came back

Enchantress was back in control. It was only tim in the room..no no no- she can’t hurt him, please. I cried inside my head but it did nothing to stop enchantress from raising her hand with all intent of harming Tim.

“Move! Move please!” I screamed inside my head but she didn’t give on her control over my body, I couldn’t speak. I knew no one should have ever thought I could be anything but a liability.

“Please” I begged before gasping in pain falling to the ground as enchantress fell back to my subconscious as I finally looked up to see the damage she caused while I wasn’t in control

“It’s ok” Tim whispered as his arms curled around my shivering body as my eyes flickered around confused seeing nothing hurt or out of place “I..I don’t understand” I whispered looking up to see Tim

“You did it, she gave into your request” he whispered against my temple. The words were blurred and uncomfortable…she gave in?

“But I don’t..” I shook my head trying to escape his grasp to which he loosened only slightly “it’s ok, it will take some time to get used to this but I’m not leaving you. I never have” he spoke softly looking at me as if I was some injured cat living in an alley scared I was going to bolt at any moment and he’d never see me again

“You never..?” I tilted my head shaking my head “but..I’ll hurt you” I whispered feeling sick to my stomach at the thought of hurting him and it being out of my willpower

“I’m not scared off easily” he smiled taking the seat next to me no longer wrapped around me “and I’ll start by staying in this room with you, for as long as you need until you trust me to not run” he wrapped his pinkie finger around my own never letting go

[r-riri]

Hey people, back in march I posted a poll for deciding what kind of fics you wanna see written by me and I feel like it’s time to update that cause I’ve gotten a few new followers and I’m so incredibly grateful every single day.

While you’re here <3

Long fics 800+ words

Short fics 750 max words

Scenario type fics

All of the above plus some

Voting ended onNov 25, 2025

[r-riri]

thank you for doing my request, it was very cute🥹🤍

You’re so welcome love, it was a pleasure writing it!! <3

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hii can I please get a lip gallagher x reader?

there was a scene in season 2 where fiona kicked him out of the house (for dropping out of school). so when his struggle to stay at other people's houses fails, he goes to the house of the reader with whom he is not on very good terms. maybe their relationship can develop in a positive way during his stay.

Hi! Thank you very much for this request!! I hope it’s what you wanted. If not let me know and I can make amends to it <3

Lip Gallagher x reader ‘Last option’

Warnings- mentions of getting kicked out, frank; drugs, alcohol, smoking mostly for stress relief, I think that’s it

Summary - look at the request.

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He couldn’t stay at that house any longer. He refused to be some saving grace so that everyone else could slack off and hope he’d pull them out of the dumps. If staying with his family meant having to finish highschool and then having to try for some ‘high end’ collage and get a high paying job. Then he won’t stay, he can’t. He won’t

He tried staying with a few people, sleeping on their couches, then things got complicated with certain people he won’t exactly name. He ended up out front of a house he didn’t want to be at. This was a last case scenario for him; he didn’t want to come see them; he didn’t want them to know he was this desperate for somewhere to stay. Reluctantly he lifted a hand up and rapped on the door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

He turned to the side not wanting to be facing the door when it eventually opened. He knew she was home, he could see the light on upstairs and the cracked window for when she occasionally lit up to help her stress.

If asked how he knew all these little things about her, he’d refuse to answer point blank.

The creaky door opened like a groaning ghost as (name) stood on the inside wearing a distressed muscle tee and a pair of shorts that stopped a little higher than mid thigh. A lit cigarette lazily hung from the side of her lips

“Oh look who we have, Gallagher” her voice dragged out in amusement taking the cigarette from her lips flicking it between her thumb and forefinger removing the ash from the tip of the cigarette. She eyed the thrown bag over his shoulder and bags twice the size under his eyes

“If you’re gonna be an ass I’m leaving” he threw out an empty threat, he couldn’t leave, he has no one else he could ask. No one that wouldn’t take advantage of it at least.

“You homeless or something? Frank finally ripped you all off for good?” She cocked her head to the side taking another inhale of her cigarette before handing it too him purposefully blowing the smoke she inhaled back into his face

He coughed waving the smoke out of his face and begrudgingly taking a hit. He knew he deserved that; even if it would argue it sometimes “no, I um; I left that house, arguments and whatnot” he voiced keeping it vague but detailed enough that she wouldn’t ask many follow up questions. Not that she cared— or at least he thought so

“And what? You came to me? First or last” she smirked squinting her eyes at him “But kidding, god everyone knows I’d be last on your list, so you gotta be desperate desperate. Like frank looking for alcohol desperate huh?” She fucked around stepping closer to him “why the hell would I let you stay with me?”

Lip rolled his eyes “it would be temporary. I’d get a job soon enough, pay back for my time here” he tried to sweeten the deal, he had to make this work even if it meant being nice to her

(Name) rolled her eyes before moving to the side letting him inside “couch ain’t the best but it’s all I got” she closed the door after him gesturing to the couch before she handed him an ashtray for the bud of the cigarette he had that she’d given him

He pushed out the cigarette and put his bag down eyeing her. He didn’t quite understand why she let him inside so easily. Especially after their past history

“Look, in only doing this cause it would be extra pay for me, and I need the money to eventually move out of the south side you know” she sat down on the ground by the couch

He nodded to her explanation. It made sense of course, anyone their age would be doing anything to try and get out of the south side as soon as possible. He would too…on any other occasion “thanks I guess”

“So whyd you drop?” She lolled her head up to look at him almost lazily like she didn’t care that much but enough to ask

“Fiona wanted me to finish highschool and then get into some goody goody collage and fund them all” he answered, seeing as she told him honestly why she was letting him stay, he might as well be honest back

She furrowed her eyebrows at him in almost disagreement but didn’t say anything figuring that it wasn’t her place to say anything against it quite yet.

“Anyway I gotta head off in 20 minutes, I got a second job to get too, dont make a mess; don’t invite people over without telling me, eat whatever there’s some stuff soon to expire so eat that first. I’ll be back at like 4am so yeah..don’t wait up” she got up walking to the hallway to grab some things

He half heartedly listened to her words. It was usual and expected rules so he wasn’t surprised. He didn’t say goodbye when she left and he’d probably be asleep when she came back so maybe they won’t cross paths too often.

About a week past of this kinda routine, most days she’d be working. Lip learned that she worked at a bar and some low running diner he started going too cause she’d give him some food that would be thrown out anyway, not that they would speak much during those moments anyway, they weren’t friends. That’s what he’d keep saying.

The routines were in place by day two, (name) was always awake first to make it in time for her diner job, then she’d wake lip up by throwing whatever was soft and in throwing distance of her passing the couch and heading into the kitchen to make a coffee. He’d pour the cereal while she brushed her teeth. They usually ate in silence but every now and again talk was exchanged but it never really lasted long before (name) had to leave grabbing her keys and heading out the door

Lip would stay in, looking at jobs on her laptop that she graciously let him use, he’d take a nap by the time (name) got back from her first job. Around then she’d usually drop a small take out bag on his chest from the diner and she’d shower again before getting ready for her second job. She didn’t have to work both in one day every single day but most times she’d pick up shifts so she could get money quicker. By the fourth day lip found himself staying up later and later almost like he was waiting for her to come home safely after he heard about some of the sleazy men who hung around the bar and things they’d say; but (name) never let it get far enough; she’s southside of course she can handle herself.

Eventually (name) had enough getting out of her room walking downstairs into the living/kitchen area of the run down house and threw a pillow at lips face while he was sleeping

His face scrunched as a hand came to his face pushing the pillow off as he murmured curses immediately mumbling one of his brothers names “fuck off carl” until he saw (names) face starring down at him angrily

“Wake up, right now” she voiced waiting for him to sit up. He pulled himself up going to speak before she interrupted anyway

“No you’ll let me speak, you’re a fucking idiot for dropping out of school, for leaving your family, doing any of this, you’re fucking up your life! Don’t be smart for anyone else but yourself, you have talents and I might have been a bitch to you every now and again but sitting here willingly ruining your life for what? Cause you don’t want your family to leach off you? You don’t want to have all this responsibility?!” (Name) spat getting more and more worked up as every word spilled from her lips

Lip took every word she spat getting annoyed from her ‘high and mighty’ attitude “but I don’t want too! Why should I do something I don’t want to do?!” He yelled back

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, but you’re being an idiot, screwing your life. You wanna end up like Frank? Nothing to prove for your life cause you’re being stubborn?” (Name spat gathering up his things throwing them into his bag while he tried to stop her

“Hey! Hey fucking— what the fuck are you doing” he spoke turning from angry to just plain confused and annoyed

“You are going back to Fiona, you’re not staying here, because if there was one thing I know, is that you’re smart, don’t fucking waste!” (Name) threw his bag at her door. One upside to not technically being friends. You can’t care about hurting someone’s feelings if you don’t care about how they see you

He shook his head in disbelief “fine. I’m going fuck you” he pushed past her grabbing his bag slamming the door shut behind him.

(Name) hadn’t heard much from lip since she kicked him back out, she drew on some spare paper while the diner was on a low twirling the pen occasionally. She couldn’t help but miss his presence when she kicked him out. Sure they weren’t ever friends or anything. They sometimes got into an argument but it never meant anything until the day he came to her needing to stay

She never really had any family; so it was a change of pace getting up and seeing him downstairs either sleeping on eating whatever dry cereal was left in my cupboards. Stuck in thought (name) didn’t hear the bell of the door opening, nor did she pay much attention to a chair at the bar table up the front of the diner getting pulled out for someone to sit down until a voice spoke up

“Thanks” lip spoke when (name) looked up at him. It had been 2 months and now he was here to say thank you

“I don’t know why you’re saying that to me” (name) picked up her lips in confusion while she pushed herself off the bench space and grabbed a muffin from the cloche with a napkin and pushed it over to him without much thought on what kind of muffin it was, he’d eat pretty much anything

He accepted the muffin putting it to the side “for yelling at me, usually I wouldn’t say these things but, I guess I would want to make things right? I don’t know, I don’t even know why I am…again, like that night” he huffed a laugh looking away for a moment

“You don’t gotta, long as you don’t end up a bum who searches for me in the future and steals my money for drugs.” (name) smiled..actually smiled and lip liked it…he wished it could have happened a bit more often, but he’s leaving for collage and she’s probably not staying around long enough for him to get out of the first semester.

It was never meant for them, but he’ll never forget her.

[r-riri]

Eli moskowitz x reader ‘obtainable’

Warnings - talks about ocd, not exact it’s more so based off my experiences so if you don’t relate, that’s ok everyone is different. Skin picking, comparing.

Summary - how can you fit in somewhere when your bones don’t even fit your skin?

If you see any spelling mistakes, no you didn’t <3, this was written for me and for a way to try and help me out of a spiral, so it might feel a bit all over the place. 

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I don’t know who I am anymore. I look in the mirror and I hate what looks back at me. Why do I look like that? Why do I act like this? Why am I so mean to people who only ever want to be nice to be? Why don’t I care?

they all hate you, they all wish you were dead, so do them a favor and die, leave forever. No one wants you here, not when they are here

I stared at the girls practicing on the mat, they fit in so well. This world bent at their will. Not a hair out of place, no worries that the gi will move and everything will slip out, makeup perfect, kind and caring boyfriends. Boyfriends who wanted them first, boyfriends who chase for them. Not the other way around.

I bet they didn’t have to wake up 17 times a night to make sure doors were locked shut. I bet they didn’t think that if they closed their eyes everyone they loved would die. I guarantee none of them peeled at their skin. Peeling each bit of skin off until red poured out of the cuts that’s multiplied by the second. Cuts that’s went unnoticed most times until their nails dug into the raw flesh. A wave of stinging pain glinted in their eyes as they begged to be normal, begged to just be a normal girl—

“Baby? Why are you sitting here all alone towards the back” the boyish smile of Eli pulled me out of the drowning thoughts like a life jacket. His eyes starring right into mine like all he cared about was me. Why? Why me? His fingers traced the ribbed gi material waiting for me to speak. I didn’t want to speak. I don’t want hearing my thoughts. Hearing the thoughts that haunted my soul and tried to drown me at nights that he didn’t occupy my bed. He was my only safety.

“Oh..sorry, I, I guess I’m just tired” I smiled pushing my tongue against my top teeth trying to smile but from an outside perspective it wouldn’t look anything like a smile, it would just look like some idiot who couldn’t be normal, an idiotic girl who knew her bones didn’t fit inside her skin.

By the look that zeroed into his eyes? Yeah he knew I was lying. He knew because he knew my habits. The blood that seeped onto my fingers from the open cuts along the nail beds, the scratches along my Décolletage that screamed raw red and the fallen bits of my hair that strewn across the shoulders of the gi I wore. I looked away once I realized he knew what was really going on trying and hoping it didn’t seem so bad

“Hey sensei (name) and I are gonna step outside for some water” Eli spent no time waiting for a response from any of the senseis before pulling me by the fingers in the most gentle way a Mohawked teen with a hawk tattooed on his back could. He always seemed to be able to go so soft if it meant I could breath around him

“Is this a ‘me take a sip first to prove it’s not contaminated’ or a ‘don’t take a sip you’ll make it contaminated’ day? baby” his words spoken so carefully it was like he must practice them.

I bit the inside of my cheek as I tried to breath but it just couldn’t work, none of the air reached my lungs and instead it looked like I was just trying to dry heave, I wasn’t. If I just got some air…I’d be normal.. he would think I’m normal…I’m not..I can’t be

“Baby” his hand touched the cheek of my face redirecting my eyes to his so I could focus on the small flecks in his eyes that always twinkled in such a gentle way. A way that would make holographic glitter jealous. His single wlrd soft yet firm enough to push out any thoughts that dared defy him caring about me. “I need you” he whispered throwing out a lifebuoy to me in hopes of reining me back in. It worked most days. Today being one of those days. Thank god

“I can drink” I murmured not trusting any words to be louder than a wind blow incase the words that came out matched the ones that screamed inside my head that begged to be heard by him.

I took the clear plastic bottle from his hands that never actually left the bottle, they stayed lingering on the base of the bottle incase everything got too heavy “we can go, sensei would understand— well sensei LaRusso would, and we can go to my place, do anything you wanna do” his voice dropping softly back into Eli..not hawk..but Eli, the Eli I fell inlove with before Hawk was born.

I swallowed a chunk of the water until it felt like my throat closed up when I the thought of bugs being inside the water infiltrated my brain out of nowhere and I felt the urge to throw everything up.

I dropped the bottle spitting out every ounce of that water not even attempting to squish the thought away before it could materialize.

“Oh— oh baby I’m so sorry” I shook my head feeling every muscle in my body tense when I saw the water splash onto his material shoes. I felt the tears well in my eyes despite every inch of me that screamed not to cry.

“I don’t care- wait no sorry wrong choice of words, I’m ok, we’re ok, you’re more important to me” he quickly corrected himself pulling my frame into an embrace so warm it burnt all the obsessions out of my brain temporarily.

His finger traced my jaw as he pressed a small tender peck to the corner of my lip “sit here..I’ll tell sensei that we’re gonna go early” his voice barely above a whisper as he went to move away not before looking over his shoulder every second that past that he was gone. That leaned how much he cared. How my Eli was still very much alive inside of him.. how I didn’t lose him.

“Uh sensei..?” Eli’s voice broke through the words Daniel LaRusso was saying as he was going through basic training. Heading the slight tense in hawks voice Daniel hummed looking over at him “yes hawk?” He put his hand out to the other myigai do’s to pause their movements

“(Name) is having a um- moment, I’m need to take her home” he half whispered not wanting to air out all of (names) dirty laundry to the others, but everyone else knew (name) had ocd, everyone knew that she struggled with many things

Daniel nodded immediately waving his hand “take her home; don’t worry, anything either of you need to know by the end of training Miguel can text to you” he spoke already ushering hawk back towards the front of the outside dojo knowing how time sensitive (name)s ‘moments’ were and how it was important to try and help her from spiraling.

Hawk nodded smiling before almost jumping as he pretty much ran back to where he left (name) for the moment “come on baby!-sorry did you need lowered talking?” He spoke putting his fingers around my elbows from behind guiding me towards the gate of myigai do

Usually having to answer all these questions about what I needed or what I preferred would increase the exhaustion I felt but it was different with him, for me it just showed how he wanted to learn, the more he would ask at the beginnings would mean the less he has to guess later on when he asked me out

“I love you” I murmured trying to focus on him and not the thoughts that lingered under my skin and he smiled “no fair, I love you more” he whispered kisses down my cheek

And in that moment, if felt obtainable. Not being normal, but being loved despite my circumstances.

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Eli moskowitzs x reader ‘only four steps’

Warnings - slight mentions of cuts and bruises but that’s typical for a cobra Kai fic no?

If you see any grammar mistakes no you don’t <3

This is my third attempt writing for him, first public attempt. I’m still trying to get his character in writing down, so feedback is welcome.

Summary- he always had one person who he’d go too, only this time there was one tiny issue

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Eli unlocked the door to his girlfriend apartment knowing her parents weren’t home, so they wouldn’t question by a boy had a key to her apartment nor would they question why said boy was bloody and bruised like a fallen apple.

He slung by the kitchen grabbing a few ice packs and some cloth to wrap them in for when she cleaned his cuts and bruises. They’d had this routine for sometime now, ever since he really started karate and some time before when they were just friends and the bullying became physical.

“Babe, hey are you—“ he words fell short sighing softly shaking his head seeing his girlfriend laying over top of her duvet with a book slotted between her hand as the book has already wedged its self around it somehow keeping her spot in the book while she remained completely asleep.

Eli sighed tossing the ice packs and cloth to the ground kneeling down with little grunts as he took the book from her fingers admiring the book ‘huh different from yesterday, she’s speeding through them’

Eli put her bookmark between the slotted pages making a note to pause her stop watch timer that was recording how long she has been reading for, it’s probably inaccurate now anyway but he still stopped it.

He kissed the top of her head before checking her body temperature and making the choice to cover her with a light blanket. If she got colder she would wiggle underneath the duvet.

He walked out making his way to the bathroom to clean off the small cuts himself and covering any deeper cuts with some plasters.

He walked back into her bedroom to change into some of the clothes she kept spare for him, he sprayed his Mohawk with some water trying to break up the styling gel and used a small comb to help further break down the products especially since he was too lazy to have an actual shower. He climbed into her bed molding around her body like carefully crafted silk that fell so eloquently it didn’t need effort.

He knew he’d wake up to some light chastising because she’d told him numerous times ‘if you’re hurt baby you wake me up so I can help you, you brush things off so easily’

She said to him the first time he got hurt when they were together, and since then he’s ignored that rule unless it was serious, but usually if it was serious someone would be taken to the hospital.

So he came up with a plan

1, kiss her cheek, not her mouth (brush your teeth first)

2, compliment her, even if she think she looks like a rat who fell off a mountain and into a tornado (not that he would ever say that because even then she look insanely gorgeous to him it was a serious problem)

3, brush your teeth before kissing her

4, tell her you saved her spot in the book she was reading

Those four steps were Eli’s number one life saver

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Hello, it’s me, you’re worst nightmare. A talking post instead of a fanfic. I know I know I’m so sorry. I told myself I wouldn’t be a talker just a writer but I’m a liar through and through

But what if I told you I wanna update my muse list again!? For the third time!? Crazy I know.

Anyway cobra Kai, I just binged it after wanting to watch it forever I just couldn’t.

So if I said I’ll write for the following characters would yall yay or nay?

-Hawk

-Miguel

-Robby

-Tory

And others but ^ would be more of who I’d be comfortable doing.

And if I said I have an Eli fanfic in my drafts that I wrote because I’m struggling with possibility ocd but it’s my way of coping with the situation.

So tell me yay or nay?

Yay or nay

Write for cobra Kai

Don’t write for it

Write for them and post the fic asap

Voting ended onNov 14, 2025

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https://www.tumblr.com/justsomerandomfanfic/799554175354716160/heyyy-can-i-get-a-romantic-match-up-for-dc-mha?source=share

Matchups are something like this!

Hi thank you so much. I unfortunately think I will not be doing those kind of works. It doesn’t seem like something I’d be very interested in sorry. Though I would be happy to do more personalized writing if people prefer instead of leaving the reader very vague.

So sorry xx

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Hi! Do you take matchup requests?

Hi! Thank you for asking but I actually don’t know what a match up request is. If you could explain that I will be able to answer your question. Sorry xx

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Hello readers, I’m just updating my ‘muse’ list.

The following characters can now be requested, and others from those series can be asked for like I stated in my previous muse list.

Though the ones listed are the ones I’m most comfortable with, but I can do more than them if asked politely.

You can request for any of these or any of the people on my old muse list which is the second post on my account.

Feel free to request for romantic or platonic: for the ones who have ‘platonic’ before the name are only allowed to be requested in platonic terms.

I DO NOT WRITE ANY FORM OF SMUT! This is not the page for you if you want smut of any of these characters!!!

Love you all <3

Peaky blinders

Thomas Shelby

Shameless

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Platonic Mickey Milkovich

Dc/batfamily (happy to do other dc characters too just ask)

Tim drake

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson

Platonic Damian Wayne

Platonic Bruce Wayne

Mcu

Peter Parker

Bucky barns

Sam Wilson

Platonic Tony stark

Johnny storm

Kurt Wagner

Logan howlet

Remy lebeau

Bob Reynolds

Happy Gilmore

Wayne gilmore

Bobby Gilmore

Gordie Gilmore

Terry Gilmore

Villains of valley view

Colby madden

911

Evan ‘buck’ Buckley

Marauders

Sirius black

James potter

Remus lupin

Regulus black

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Hinata Shoyo x Australian !reader ‘don’t you dare’

Summary- Shoyo never remembers his sunscreen, maybe it’s cause he’s too excited to go hang out with his volleyball friends or maybe he just likes when you sit him down and apply it for him

Warnings- mentions of skin cancer but none of the characters have it. Plus it’s only two lines of dialogue that mention it. Not spell checked cause I couldn’t be bothered if I’m honest

If you see spelling mistakes no you don’t <3

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He was almost out of the house, he swears it. His bag was packed, filled to the brim with water, food, spare set of clothes, towel, hat, sunglasses, sandals, a mini fan you bought him 6 weeks ago that he cherishes, not because he needed it but because you got it from him just cause.

He was so close to opening the door so he could race down to the local beach to play some volleyball with a group of people he met a week ago at a semi formal beach volleyball competition. Until his name was called out sternly from the upstairs bathroom, you called him..

Any other day he would fall to his knees in happiness if you wanting to spend more time with him, or even coming to the beach with him despite your usual discomfort at the beach. Though he knew otherwise, he knew exactly why you called him

Sunscreen

You being his amazingly gorgeous Australian fiance were always very very strict on sunscreen. Lecturing him about the dangers of sun cancer, how to find and locate suspicious spots on your skin and when and why they should either be watched or checked out by a professional.

But then we have him? Who happens to forget to wear sunscreen and regularly gets burned from the amount of time he spends out in the sun day in day out. He knows it’s wrong, he knows sunscreen is super super effective and important and it shouldn’t be something he should forget but he’s just so excited to go play with his new friends and maybe make some more friends at the beach that he just happened to forgot.

So he dropped his bag nudging it to the side of the hall before trudging his way up the stairs already trying to think of a way to sheepishly apologize but before he could get a word out he was face to face with you, holding a large bottle of sunscreen looking at him unamused as you motioned him to sit on the edge of the bathtub

You kneeled infront of him as you rubbed the sunscreen into his legs getting into every nook and cranny of his legs and knees making sure it was very saturated with the sunblock “everytime sunny, every single time” you muttered lifting his shirt not even sparing a glance at his very glorious refinement (ok maybe that’s a lie, you did spare many glances and he left them unsaid almost as an apology for not putting sunscreen on in the first place) as you rubbed the sunscreen into his chest

“Gotta book an appointment with that clinic, this spot isn’t so concerning but I would feel better if it was checked ok?” You spoke glancing up at him occasionally as you rubbed in the sunblock throughout his whole body while he nodded

“Got it. Book an appointment, you got it sweet cheeks” he scrunched his nose kissing your nose back, then your eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, chin, lips and forehead before attempting to make quick work at leaving after you washed your hands before you called him again and he stopped in his tracks

“Take this one and reapply in four hours, sooner if you go in the water please” you spoke for the millionth time, to others this might have seemed babyish, having to remind your fiance to do this, but for you? It was your way of showing that you loved and cared for him, wanting him to be safe. Oh and to avoid having to cut up another aloe Vera plant cause he got burned again

He smiled “love you too sweet cheeks!” He nodded grabbing the small tube of sunscreen you held out before racing out of the room and down the stairs grabbing his back “I love you!!” He yelled out again as he always did before he left even if he already said it before leaving for the beach not even waiting for a response since he will just call you in 6.5 minutes once he gets down to the beach as he always did.

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Timothy drake x reader ‘for you? Anything’

Summary- reader is disabled, not labeled, mainly just characterized as chronic pain. Very very self indulgent on to my own situations but dialed down to still be applicable. Tim drake would do anything to try and make everyday for you better

Warnings- not many that I know of? Mentions of chronic pain but that’s been highlighted in the summary

If you see anything spelling mistakes, no you didn’t <3

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I closed my eyes digging my head into the push cushioning of the pillow covered by a sheet Tim bought on a whim because I said something about being too cold during nights but the usual sheets we had for winters were too scratchy on my body.

I wanted to slam my head repeatedly into a concrete wall praying to whoever would listen to take away the sharp pain above my right eyebrow. The stupid tension heading with no rhythm or reason

Two skittish fingers traced my bare thigh along the surgical scarring from the numerous surgeries I’ve had trying to fix the chronic pain I’ve suffered through for more than half of my life

“Birdie talk to me” he whispered so softly the wind would be louder if the window obeyed it too. Though even that was too loud, too bright, too much for this morning. I drew my arms in to me, hoping and praying that it would stop, that all this pain would stop.

There wasn’t even a good reason for this pain to be so bad, I’d just woken up. I didn’t do a stupid marathon. “It hurts” I murmured into the pillow, it swallowed most of the sound that left my lips but I didn’t try and speak them any louder, tim would know, he always knows

“Heat? Ice? Pain meds? Massage?” He listed off a few ‘solutions’ to the pain while whispering kisses along my back in hopes of taking my mind off the pain for even two seconds

I shook my head “nothing..nothing works when my blood feels as if it’s been replaced by concrete and tar mixed into one hellish punishment” I murmured allowing him to pull me into his freakishly warm embrace. He was always somehow warm, even in the cold months, while I remain as cold as mister freeze in subzero temperature despite feeling disgustingly hot that I couldn’t breath most days

His nose buckled around my ear settling crevice atop my ear his breath ticking the wispy hair that never obeyed laws of hair “name whatever and I’ll do it” he whispered my name ditching the artfully awful nickname he usually used to decorate his sentences thrown towards me without a hint of acknowledgment on his behalf.

“Stay” I whispered hoping that by some unknown miracle maybe his presence was enough “I just want to ignore everything in this world for a bit longer” I murmured into his neck despite knowing he’d never agree to me ‘ignoring the world’ eventually he’ll get up and try to find a new situational thing that could somehow temporarily stop the pain.

Maybe he’ll try homemade bath salts and lavender oil again saying that it will work this time. Or maybe he was reading through old papers Thomas Wayne wrote back when he was alive that spoke of something similar to what I have. Hell maybe he’s finally given up… but part of me wishes he’ll never stop despite how annoyed I seemed during certain moments having to entertain his thinking while i writhed in pain.

I know deep down this is how he shows love. This is how he communicates how deeply someone means to him, how he’ll never stop and give up when he could be helping them.

“Come on birdie, Alfred bought this new medicinal oil that’s made to sooth the muscles, like a heightened relaxant—“ he smiled getting up from the bed reluctantly but still wanting to try this new experimental ‘oil’

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Hinata Shoyo x reader ‘my routine’

Summary - he always had a routine. That routine never strayed until he started changing it slightly to fit you into it better

Warnings- mentions of imperfections, not detailed. No details about reader mentioned, very vague. Not edited in the slightest, I was bored and nothing was entertaining me so I wrote this. Kinda rambley

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When he was younger he had a very strict morning routine. He would wake up at four, get an hour of whatever workout he could do. Maybe it’s a pure hour of jumping up and down in his backyard to work on getting higher blocks so he could put jump kageyama. He’s gobble down whatever breakfast his mother would make every single morning always asking for a second helping before grabbing his bike and riding down to the school where he’d race to the gymnasium to squeeze in any kind of volleyball practice he could even if there was no scheduled morning practice. Then he’d be force to go to class by suga. Somedays suga would literally have to drag him by the ear all the way to his class so that he could get his classes done.

He would repeat this routine every single morning without a fail until he went to Brazil after highschool was finished and he met heitor. His morning routine changed. Though not by much, besides the whole ‘not in highschool’ part. What really changed was the day he the person of his unknown dreams.

If you were to ask hinata what his number one love was back in highschool, volleyball would be the answer without a doubt. Then his family and team.

If you were to ask hinata when he was in Brazil what his number one love was, it was pretty much the same, but now? It was volleyball and you.

You, which he met one day by pure chance and since then he’s been thanking every single god or luck or star he could that he since met you.

You had taught him things he’s never known before. You taught him how to slow down, take a moment and live. So while he used to jump out of bed race to do whatever workout he could get his hands on before shooting out to school. Now he would cut his workout to being 45 minutes instead of 60 minutes just so he could squeeze in 15 minutes of gazing at your precious face while you slept soundlessly, so at peace next to his body, his eyes tracing the curve of your nose, slight ‘imperfections’ ‘fragments of you’ is what he’d call them, blemishes doesn’t exist in his eyes, not when it comes to you or anyone, no such thing. You are you, and you are perfect in his eyes, if you didn’t have these characteristics, blemishes, imperfections. You wouldn’t be you.

His nightly routines were also as drawn out as his morning routines when he was a teenage boy, most of which required him to stay back a few hours after volleyball practice has ended to practice more volleyball. His life was still the same, he’d stay back during his practices to practice more.

Somedays, somedays there were exceptions, these being days he had date nights with you, or nights where you asked him if he could come back earlier because you might of been having a bad day, or maybe he was just tired, or missed you desperately he couldn’t stand another hour away from his recharge station

You are his home, and he’s forever grateful he met you

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My reflection — Jason Todd x fem!reader (platonic relationship between the two)

Requested by @obscurecryptid3 (I’m so so so sorry it took me so long I lowkey forgot about it and then got very busy and now it’s finally done so sorry again)

Summary - she’s just moved to Gotham, moved into this run down shitty apartment complex that had rent set at $150 a month, which made up for the rat problem, bug problem, health problems that come with the apartment, but it was home. Only thing is, with her disability she couldn’t really move the boxes up 4 flights of stairs and still get everything done before nightfall, until she met this guy with a gruff outing but a complex inside. Just maybe she turns into his reflection

Warnings- mentions of his death and rebirth, mentions of a unnamed disability, mainly more of a chronic pain disability

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The scorching sun gazing down on the girl as she tugged the black tub from the back of her ute and onto the ground, her gaze looking up at the tall building of Gotham. Who knew moving to a new city all alone would be such a struggle

Knowing all the history of Gotham she knew not to leave her belongings alone and never to do anything like this when the sun slowly downed the sky, so now was better than nothing. Though getting help would have been the better option but she just didn’t have the money to afford any trustworthy moving companies, and to hell if she risks her only belongings getting stolen by any companies that were in her price bracket.

She locked up her truck and picked up the heavy black tub knowing she’ll just have to do trip after trip

The girl struggled holding the tub, feeling her arms shaking slightly and her knees wanting to give out of her but she had to get this done

She dropped the plastic tub onto the ground when she entered the elevator taking a minute to breath deeply as she leaned on the wall behind her rubbing her chest with a closed fist ‘breath breath breath’ she repeated slowly until the elevator stilled and the door opened but not at the level she clicked

A bulky looking man- or wall? She honestly could be convinced on either by the looks of him entered the elevator. Usually being alone in an elevator with a man would make her insides twist uncomfortably especially with her limbs so heavy, god she’s going to be swamped with a flare up tightening her body

The man eyed her from the corner of his eyes seeing the way sweat glistened her bare face, the way her chest heaved in a unrhythmic way and the twitching of her fingers

The guy cleared his throat knowing he should mind his own business; but something about how she looked sent a slight pang in his gut “need some help.. miss..?” His voice deep and unruly as he tried to come off in a nicer..? Way

The girl froze swallowing thickly “oh um.. I’m ok really thank you though..” she responded as the elevator opened at her floor level, she leaned down to grab the tub but her body wasn’t cooperative anymore and before she could feel the embarrassment clear her body the man swiftly pulled the tub into his hands without even a look of effort “which room?” He asked tugging a brow up in questioning

She cleared her throat “34a” she answered reluctantly, slapping her self internally, why would she give someone she didn’t know her room number, god she’s going to die within a week isn’t she? He looks like he could snap her bon- though without another thought the guy already started making his way to the room not even waiting for her to follow along

She quickly caught up to him ignoring the way her limbs screamed for her to sit down “sorry.. but who are you” she asked needing some kind of information about the man she just told her address to

“Jason, I live next door. You don’t look to well are you ok?” The man- Jason asked her seeing the heaving of her chest get worse and the slugging of her body barely even able to keep up with his walking pace

She looked at him feeling a bit embarrassed by how queasy she looked she spoke her own name hesitantly still not completely sold on giving him all her details yet but reluctantly gave him “sorry I just moved here and I didn’t exactly get the opportunity to get assistance, plus I kinda have chronic pain.. just didn’t expect to flare this easily’ she responded finding her key in her pocket to open the door for him to walk in

“How many more of these?” Jason put the tub down looking over his shoulder to her not wanting to let her do this alone. In some way she reminded him of himself back when he was younger: weak.. alone… overrun by his body

As they took the trips up and down the apartment building the more information they shared.. he found out that she was a aspiring author and that she fled her home needing to leave to somewhere better for her, and she found out that he is a big reader of the more classical literature.. and that’s really all he told her.. strange.

By the last box she felt comfortable enough around him, he was big and buff but not scary. He has this sense of protection radiating off him like it was his personal cologne. This stench of hurt turned strength.

“I don’t know how I would have done that if not for you helping.. so thanks” she smiled hesitantly at him, as much as she felt comfortable with him, she barely knew the first thing about the man expect for his favorite books.

“It’s chill kid” he clapped her back softly walking back to his own apartment with no other words shared between the two.

She watched him leave feeling a bit guilty that she could have done more. She bit the inside of her cheek and walked into her new apartment, boxes stacked not too high.. he was sure to make effectiveness of the space but not to stack them too high she couldn’t get them done properly,

Sweet..? No that feels like a word she couldn’t call him yet.. but she didn’t know how else to describe him and his acts

Over the next few days he would stop by at random times to make sure she hasn’t hurt herself trying to unpack all by herself. Though she refused to let these acts go unpaid for so she made him dinner.. she remembered his smile as she took the container to him filled with some hearty stew she told him it was the best she could do with the little money she still had remaining before she could get a proper job

He accepted it inviting her inside to eat with him he claimed it was so he could give her live feedback but really he just wanted her not to be alone, he knew what being alone could do to someone so young and he wanted to do everything he could to ensure she didn’t feel so alone especially in this new city. Not like how he grew up

Jason was pleasantly surprised by how good of a cook she was and on such a tight budget, so this lead to them sharing food more often; every Saturday he would cook for them both and on the Sunday she would for them both

Though this had its own complications with Jason and this patrol, he flaked a few times and each time he was filled with more guilt about bailing on her but she always told him it was fine, she didn’t know what he did but but she knew it should have been something important.

“You’re here” her smiled reached the cusps of her eyes when she saw the taller man as he walked into the ratty apartment ducking his head slightly to get under the door frame

“Yeah, made it, had a few issues to deal with personally, now this pie I was promised?” Jason looked at the younger girl scuffing her hair as he grabbed the kettle from behind her to turn it on so he could make himself a tea, one that Alfred used to make him when he couldn’t sleep at nights when he was a kid and when he finally came back after he returned as the red hood

“Oh! Yes I stocked your favorite, the expensive kind” she grabbed the black box of tea, a higher quality earl gray tea

Jason scowled at her “I told you not to get that you idiot” he told her time in time out to not be spending this money on him, especially not for something like tea that doesn’t matter

All she did was smile at him not backing down in the smallest at his tone knowing he wasn’t made at her, just her decisions that weren’t financially smart, she shook the box towards him urging him to take it no matter how disgruntled he was.

She moved to the oven and opened the sweating door and pulled out the pie that she knew Jason definitely appreciated after a night of whatever the hell he does when he leaves the apartment complex and tells you to water the two plants he got from dick that year they started to make amends and dick still didn’t really know what Jason would want so he got him two medium sized plants that she was then put in charge of watering whenever he seemed to disappear.

Jason tidied the circular dinner table giving her a side eye putting all her crap that she abandoned on the table moving them to the couch “seriously, you have this whole apartment to yourself and you seem to adore putting your shit on this fuckass table” he grumbled knowing she’s never once listened to a single thing he’s ever said about her living habits in the 8 months they’ve been friends

“Oh stop fathering me dad” she mocked jutting her hip to the side as she used her left hand to juggle her red and black cane that Jason gave her one night after she couldn’t move from her couch since her disability was getting worse, and in her right hand she grabbed a serving spoon and scooped up the pie and splashing it into the plates lazily living by her motto ‘I’ll do what I want how I want’

She attempted to grab one of the plates that was then scooped up by Jason’s hands “don’t, or else I’ll hit you over the head with that cane” he warned her but the threat was mostly empty

He never really understood why he became so close to this girl, seriously it wasn’t like him to act so openly to a person he met 8 months ago..maybe it’s because in some part of her, he is reminded of him, a kid woman, as she’d argue, just someone trying to get by alone, with no one to help them. Despite every issue and road block in her life her smile never dimmed completely and maybe that’s why he thinks after his rebirth..he too could feel less dimmed..and maybe one day he’ll be able to be that kid that just wanted someone to be proud of him, but until then he has her, and that’s enough