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ssour-apathyy · 5 months ago

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ taking care of you

hockey player!vi x basketball player!caitlyn x cheerleader! reader, established relationship, reader is sick, medicine is taken (orally), use of y/n

word count; 1,305

summary; after they learn that you're under the weather, your girlfriends decide to take care of you

a/n; y'all this is my first time writing in like 8 years and it was completely on a whim. written in my flu-riddled, drugged up state so this is likely trash but we move

Caitlyn was the first to notice.

She had her suspicions based off the fact that you were painfully slow at responding to your texts the entire day, but as the cheer squad entered the court to perform their routine one member down, she knew something was wrong.

In the four years that she had known you, you had never been missing. Be it practice, a game, or even just scheduled time for the squad to goof off, you were there. Always.

Worry settled deep into her gut. She tried to focus on the game, she really did, but after she fumbled her third layup of the second quarter, she realised that your absence was affecting her more than the thought.

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She kept her head down as the team exited the building, bag slung half-hazardly over her shoulder, and nobody dared to question what's going on with her. As soon as Caitlyn pushed her way through the double doors, Vi pushed herself off the nearby wall and approached.

"Hey, are you good?" she asked carefully, bringing her arms up to softly grasp onto the taller girl's biceps so she could check her over.

"Have you heard from Y/N?" she countered, ignoring Vi's question.

"Ah" the red head hummed knowingly, glancing up at Caitlyn with a small smirk. "So that's what's going on. Missed your good luck charm?"

Caitlyn huffed in response, lightly shoving the other girl's shoulder. "Shut up."

Vi just chuckled and moved to wrap her arm around Cait's waist, slowly guiding her in the direction of her car. "I did, actually. She's sick, got the flu or something."

Caitlyn's eyebrows furrowed and her feet stopped, looking down at Vi in a mix of confusion and worry. "Sick? Why wouldn't she tell me that? I--"

"Relax, cupcake" Vi reassured, gently tugging her to get them moving again. "She only told me after I got done with practice. Didn't want to throw either of us off our game, especially since yours was important."

With a small grumble, Caitlyn slid into the passenger seat as Vi got behind the wheel.

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You rolled over with a groan, pulling the bedding further over your head to try and protect your eyes from the bright light spilling into your bedroom, lest it worsen your headache.

All day had been one long continuous stream of; sleep for 20 minutes, wake up because you couldn't breathe, cough up a lung, sip some water, repeat. Painkillers had only weakened the headache, never fully getting rid of it, and so you would lay there and mourn the days of being in good health that you took for granted.

Your mom took a seat at the edge of your bed, pressing a kind hand to your shoulder over the plush duvet. "How are you feeling, sweet pea?" she asked softly, and took your instant groan as your response. "Well, if you're feeling even a little better, you have two visitors."

You perked up just a little at that, slowly lifting the sheet away from your head so you could squint in the direction of your doorway. Your girlfriends stood patiently, Caitlyn being the picture perfect definition of concern, as Vi tried to give you a small wave from around the two grocery bags in her arms.

You moved to sit up, your mom lifting your pillow to lean against the headboard for your comfort, as you gave the two girls a small smile. They carefully stepped into the room, standing a little awkwardly by the foot of your bed as your mom stood up and headed for the door.

"I'm going to make soup. I'll bring some up for the three of you when it's ready." She smiled at the chorus of 'thank you's, and closed the door behind her.

The second the latch clicked, Caitlyn was sat by your side and cradling your face in her hands like you were the world's most precious artefact. "You poor baby" she cooed, eyes roaming over your face as she checked your temperature with the back of her hand. "You're burning up, Y/N. Why didn't you tell us you were sick earlier?"

"Probably because she knew this would happen" Vi teased from where she was emptying the bags out onto your desk. Cait just rolled her eyes and peppered kisses across your face, mumbling a small "be right back" before quickly leaving the room.

"So, I'm pretty sure we brought about half of the store with us" Vi started, stepping to the side and swinging one arm out to gesture at your desk that was now covered in various different snacks and drinks. Your eyes widened slightly and you let out a small laugh of disbelief, which caused her to grin.

She lifted up a bottle of Gatorade and raised an eyebrow questioningly, to which you nodded and patted the space beside you on the bed. Vi carried the bottle over with her, placing it onto your nightstand before climbing up to sit against the headboard next to you. She wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you into her, manoeuvring you to sit between her legs with your head against her chest, strong arms holding you gently as she rests her chin atop your head.

Caitlyn comes back not long after with a cold, damp flannel in her hand. She picks up the medicine from the desk, and sits down next to you both, pressing the fabric to the hot skin of your forehead. You close your eyes and let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing back into Vi.

"We brought the strong stuff" the taller girl starts, her voice gentle as she uncaps the bottle. "It's nasty, but it works, so you've got to take it, okay?"

You grimace and turn your head away from her in defiance, shuffling a little in Vi's hold. The two girl's eyes meet in a silent exchange of words, and Vi ever so carefully guides your face back towards Cait with a hand on your cheek.

"C'mon, sweets" she murmurs in your ear. "Don'cha wanna be good for us? Hm?"

Damn it.

Your face flushes a little at that, although if anybody asked then you would say it's the fever. With a little huff, you open your eyes to see Cait holding out the spoon of medicine expectantly, and part your lips. She feeds you the liquid and you swallow immediately, releasing a little gack noise at the awful taste as Vi coos and cuddles into you.

"There you go. Good girl" Caitlyn praises, handing you the Gatorade so you can wash it down. She puts the medicine back onto the desk and grabs a couple of snacks and other drinks, setting them onto the nightstand before climbing onto the bed to join you both.

She curls into your side, resting her head on your shoulder as Vi boots up your TV and flicks through the movies listed. "Anything in particular?" she questions softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Wicked" you reply quietly, already feeling your body grow heavy with sleep in response to being surrounded by their warmth. The way Vi is holding you so securely against her, along with Caitlyn's legs intertwined with your own, one arm lazily draped across your stomach, making you feel so safe and secure.

She presses play on the movie and discards the controller to the side, the three of you cuddling further into each other than some would say possible.

And that's how your mom finds you later on, when she comes to check if you're ready to eat. Three sets of soft snores barely audible over the sound of 'I'm not that girl' playing through the speakers. She smiles to herself as she carefully closes the door over on her way out, leaving you to rest peacefully, knowing that you're being taken care of by your girls.

#𖤐 ssour-apathyy.#✧ katt scratch.#vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman x reader #vi arcane x reader #caitvi x reader #arcane #caitlyn kiramman #arcane vi

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puari-vol · 9 months ago

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Peer Pressure

CW: Hypnosis

I stood quietly and unobtrusively off in a corner of the ‘slumber party’ trying my best not to bother anyone. Occasionally I glanced over at my friend Kelsey who was talking animatedly with some girls and wondered why she had insisted I come along. Of course I had agreed at the time, it seemed like a good way to make friends. But now that I was here…I couldn’t bring myself to try talking to anyone. I fixed my eyes on the cup of water in my hand. This was all… fine, I was just being Kelsey's designated driver. I was being helpful, like a good friend should be. It didn’t matter if I had fun or not.

I zoned out enough that when Kelsey tapped me on the shoulder I jumped

“Did you really just stand in the corner this whole time? Geez come on you goof its time for the movie!”

She took my arm and dragged me toward the TV. Both couches were full so I ended up sitting cross legged on the ground in front of them. Kelsey was about to sit next to me before she was suddenly pulled away to sit with some other girls, so now I was just sitting next to two strangers. They didn't seem to mind me, but they didn't introduce themselves either.

The lights go off and the movie starts, the chatter dies down as everybody watches. It seemed like there was something wrong with the audio, there was an odd droning sound playing under the movie. But it wasn’t loud enough to be annoying and nobody else seemed to notice so I kept quiet. The movie was honestly kinda boring, I glanced around and accidentally made eye contact with someone doing the same thing. I felt myself blush and turned back to pay attention. The movie kept going and after a while I started to space out. I was so out of it that when something changed it took me a while to notice. The movie wasn’t playing anymore, or maybe…this was part of the movie? The screen just showed a pink and purple spiral spinning around and around. The droning had gotten louder. How long had the spiral been on the screen? I couldn’t remember. I looked to the girl on my right, about to ask if something was wrong with the movie. But she was just staring at the screen, focused. I noticed everyone else was doing much the same. I quickly turned back to the screen, not wanting to embarrass myself. As I watched I tried to remember what had been happening in the movie for this to make sense, the spiral and been going for at least a few minutes now, but the more I tried the more the details of the movie seemed fuzzy and distant. I stared intently at the screen, trying to find out what everyone else was looking at…

I blinked when there was suddenly someone sitting in front of me. I only noticed because she waved her hand in front of my face after she sat down. She was backlit by the spiral on the screen and she smiled at me.

“Hey there” she said softly “First time here?”

I just nodded feeling strangely dizzy.

“Kelsy said she was bringing someone knew, is that you?”

I nodded again, she was gazing intently at me and I started to feel self conscious, I averted my eyes and saw that everyone else was still just staring at the spiral

“Well Kelsy has good taste, you’ll be lovely”

I blush, not expecting the compliment

“Um thanks” I mumble no longer able to meet her eyes. She was grinning at me now

“Are you ready?”

“Uh…for what?”

“To learn about the button that turns off your brain”

I blinked as I tried to sort through the nonsense statement

“The what?”

She giggled and pointed off to my left

“Just watch, you’ll get the idea”

I looked and saw she was pointing at the girls sitting on one of the couches, all of their eyes were glued to the spiral. As I watched, another girl came up behind them. Starting with the girl on the far left, she leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Then reached over and tapped her on the forehead. At once, she went limp. Head lolling forward, eyes closed. She slumped into the girl sitting next to her, who jolted as if suddenly startled awake, eyes blinking rapidly. But the girl behind the couch simply reached over and tapped her on the forehead as well. And suddenly both girls seemed to be fast asleep leaning into each other. The girl behind the couch smiled and gave them both a pat on the head before moving on to the rest of the couch

“You see? All good girls like you have a button that turns off their brain”

I was staring open mouthed at the girls now asleep on the couch

“But…but I’m not-”

“Shhhhh”

I felt a hand on my cheek, and my head was turned to face the girl in front of me again. I was blushing like crazy now and I stammered something incoherent. The girl just smiled kindly

“Don’t worry, you won't be bothered by that kind of stuff soon”

Hand still on my cheek, she turned my head to the right, where I watched the girl sitting right next to me get tapped on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she slumped back, mouth open and drooling.

“Isn’t she pretty?”

She put her hand below my chin and made me nod, I hardly noticed I was just staring at the girl

“Doesn’t she look beautiful, all sleepy like that?”

She made me nod again

“Don’t you want to look like that?”

I nodded, I wasn’t sure if she made me or not

She turned my head to face her again. Her other hand was held up in front of me, her index finger pointed at me. My eyes focused on the tip of her finger

“W-wait”

“Nighty night”

She tapped me on the forehead

#hypnosis #hypnok1nk #mind control #brainwashing #hypnotized #shortstory #hypnostory #let me know if you like it #I might do a sequel

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onepieceisreeeeaaalll · 4 months ago

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You Have A Panic Attack | One Piece HC

Another one from the drafts. This one is a few mini blurbs. If you're someone who has panic attacks (like I do *cough cough*) then here's how they'd react.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Law

CW: Panic attack, panic attack symptoms mention, GN!reader, no specific relationship mentions, could be early relationship/pre-relationship, use of (Y/N)

Check out my masterlist if you like stuff like this! I'm trying to clear out my drafts and get some stuff out for Valentine's Day.

LUFFY

The first time you had a panic attack in front of Luffy, he’s admittedly a little confused. You were hanging out on the deck of the Sunny, as per usual, goofing around and enjoying the warm sun with Luffy, Usopp and Chopper. Laughter and peace filled the air, a nice reprieve from the usual busy schedules you Straw Hats kept. It was like a switch went off, though. Seeing the change in your face, the way you politely tried to walk away and excuse yourself to go through it in private, it all set off alerts in his mind.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Luffy asked, following you inside the ship like a confused puppy. He couldn’t hide his disappointment that his best friend had walked away.

The moment your panic attack really set in, he grew concerned. The flushed cheeks, the heavy breathing, the look of pure dread and fear in your eyes. He had never seen you look that way without provocation, and certainly not when you were having a pretty good day up until this point.

“Whoa, whoa, what happened? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…yeah, it’s just a p-panic attack. That’s all. I get ‘em all the time.” You tried to reassure him, though it was also an attempt to reassure yourself. Your heart was racing in your chest, pounding in that familiar way that typically made you feel so weak.

“Panic attack?” Luffy asks, tilting his head. “What’s that?”

“It’s-...Luffy, I, uh…can’t really explain it right…now…” You responded, your voice growing just a little breathier. You leaned against a wall on the inside of the hallway, your hand resting over your chest in an attempt to calm yourself.

Luffy stood there in minor shock, unsure of what to do for a good few moments. His brain was processing, taking in what facts he knew. You were upset, sure, and normally he’d just tease someone for something like this. The look in your eyes looked so vulnerable, though - this wasn’t you acting out of anything other than pure...well, panic.

It suddenly hit - a lightbulb going off in his head. He didn’t exactly know what a panic attack was, no, but he understood vaguely the feeling you were having. Flashes of his time after Ace flooded his mind, making his own heart ache in sympathy.

“C’mere.”

Before you even know what’s happening, Luffy’s wrapped his arms around you into a hug. It’s one of his signature ones - not too tight, not too loose. It’s perfect and warm; just like Luffy. At first, you weren’t sure what to do or say, but slowly you found your arms wrapped around him in return.

“Don’t know why you’re freaking out, but I get it. I hope you feel better.” He murmured into your ear, and his chin moved down to rest on your shoulder.

Enveloped in Luffy, you felt your rapidly beating heart gradually, slowly, starting to steady into a slow, easy rhythm. The drummer in your chest seemed to finally have enough. Your arms tightened around his form after a moment, and Luffy returned the gesture easily.

“Thank you.”

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ZORO

Training had become a ritual for you every morning. To your surprise, Zoro would somehow manage to claw his way out of bed early enough to join you almost every day. There’d rarely be exceptions, so you’d both fallen into this routine high up in the crow’s nest - Zoro would work on his form and swordsmanship, and you would work on basic conditioning. It was an easy way to get the blood pumping, and neither of you minded the company.

Sometimes, though, there was a tendency for you to overdo it. When life got particularly stressful, waves of desperate anxiety and despair had a habit of ripping through you. Even with the attempts of exercise to serve as a preventative measure, it wouldn’t always help. It was on one particular morning, with the beams of the sun shining over the floorboards, that you finally fell victim to one in the presence of the swordsman.

At first, Zoro just figured you were exhausted. With a small huff, he took his sword out of his mouth, holding two of them at the same time in one hand just to laugh at you. After all, it’s kind of funny that so little activity got you huffing and puffing.

“Come on - you that out of shape?” He mocked.

But your face looked numb - empty, even. And Zoro didn’t like that at all. Shakily, as you stood up from the weight bench, you felt that familiar racing heart leave you unsteady. Great, how the hell are you gonna get down like this? You didn’t bother answering Zoro, your eyes darting to the hole in the floor that led to the ladder. It’s a long climb down, and with the sweat on your palms, you weren’t certain you could make it. Maybe that’s what made this particular panic attack worse.

That’s when the hyperventilating really set in. And Zoro didn’t like that, at all.

“Hey, what gives? You okay?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah, just…” You say, attempting to sound dismissive but the breathy quality of your voice gave away your anxiety. You couldn’t even finish the sentence, and your legs felt like lead as they carried you to the exit of the crow’s nest.

“(Y/N), don’t be an idiot.” Zoro interjected quickly, reaching out to grab your wrist. It wasn’t firm, but it was enough to stop you in your tracks. As you turned to look at him, all words died on his tongue. You looked scared. He let go of your wrist, looking you up and down. “Seriously, what’s wrong? You look like you’re freaked out.”

“I just…I get them sometimes, it’s not a big…” You tried to say, but your voice sounded shaky. You couldn’t trust it, and talking felt like such a monumental task paired with the exhaustion of your racing heart.

“Get what?” He asked, furrowing his brows as he looked at you. Yeah, he didn’t get it. Not one bit. Zoro had seen you countless times on the battlefield, holding your own against some of the toughest enemies. Not once had he seen this expression from you before, at least not during a simple training routine.

“Um…panic attacks. It’s just…my body likes to, um…” You stammered, and Zoro felt his heart clench. What the hell is a panic attack? But it didn’t matter. Whatever it was had stressed you out, and Zoro didn’t like that. At all.

Setting his swords aside, he moved over to one of the walls and took a seat easily. He looked up at you expectantly, and no words needed to be exchanged before you walked over to join him. Thighs touching, Zoro put his arms behind his head and leaned back against the wall.

“I ever tell you about the bounty hunting I did before joining the crew?”

You were caught off-guard, and it’s enough to temporarily confuse you. Shaking your head, Zoro took it as his cue to proceed. It was a long story - he had gotten lost leaving his village and decided to pick up bounty hunting, call it training. As you leaned against him and listened, you eventually began to interject with your own comments and questions. Jokes spilled out of both of you, and that vein pulse through your body steadily went to the back of your head. Before you knew it, laughs became less breathless and the stable feeling of Zoro’s arm against yours felt like an anchor. Maybe later he’d ask you about panic attacks, what they are, and how long you’ve had them. For now, though, he was content to just talk to you and see that smile return to your face.

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SANJI

You weren’t exactly sure what started it - whether it was the loud noises at dinner, the texture of the food as you scraped the pans clean, or the fact that you had carelessly dropped a dish and shattered it onto the ground. Regardless of what had actually gotten to you, your body felt that familiar rise of dread and paranoia that always signaled the start of a really, really long night. Sanji had assured you when you dropped the plate that it was fine, that he could clean it, and that you really didn’t need to help him clean up after dinner. After all, it was his responsibility, even when you insisted on spending this time with him every night.

That wasn’t enough to ease your mind or your racing pulse.

You sat down on a chair at the edge of the kitchen, hoping to catch your breath. You pressed your cool hands against your face, but it did nothing to abate the flush of anxiety pooling blood to your cheeks. Sanji being Sanji, it took him all of five seconds after throwing away the broken glass to notice that you weren’t okay.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, quirking a curled eyebrow as he looked at you. That look in your eyes when you turned your attention to him made his heart clench. Something was very, very wrong. “Don’t worry about the dish,” He added quickly, hoping that maybe this was the issue, “We have plenty. If you’d like, I can-”

“Sanji, please.” You murmured, burying your face in your hands again. This wasn’t like you, and that set off warning bells in his head yet again.

Taking a few measured steps forward, he bent down on one knee to look at you. You were shaking, your face was flushed, and it didn’t seem like you had any reason to be afraid. Yet, here you were, hiding your face from him in his kitchen.

“Mon amour, can you look at me?”

Something about that made you want to curl up into a ball and disappear. Maybe it was because he was so gentle, or maybe it was the shame of having this happen in front of him. Regardless, with a lot of reluctance, you peeked your eyes over your hands to meet his gaze. You were met with Sanji’s brows knitted, his eyes narrowed as he observed your expression carefully. For his part, Sanji had taken particular notice of your unsteady breathing. He thought he had an idea of what was going on, even if he didn’t fully understand what had started it. With a sigh, he stood up and took his pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

“Can you do something for me?”

Your hands slowly dropped from your face down into your lap as you looked up at him. You watched as he lit up a cigarette, and he took your silence as you were either too upset to talk or at least willing to listen. With that permission, he continued.

“I want you to count down from a hundred. Can you do that? And when you’re finished, tell me how many things in this kitchen are blue.” He said simply, taking a drag from his cigarette. He was careful to blow the smoke away from you, and it was something that even in your panic attack, you appreciated. He was always so considerate.

“What?” You asked, your voice breathless.

Sanji hummed at your question, flashing you a warm smile.

“Just trust me. Do it aloud, okay? I wanna hear it.”

So, after a few moments of careful contemplation, you did. Unsteadily, you closed your eyes as you focused on each number. Your voice was still shaky when you reached the end, but you managed to get through it. When you opened your eyes, you looked around the kitchen and easily identified each blue item. Some kitchen towels, Sanji’s shirt, his eyes, a few cooking utensils. Sanji would occasionally ask for details, and by the end of it, you realized you weren’t shaking anymore. Your body was still, your heart was normal, and you felt…exhausted, but better. In your silence, Sanji let out a small laugh and put out his cigarette before walking over to the counter across the kitchen. He had to resume cleaning up, after all.

“That always helped me when I felt weird. Figured it might help you, too.” He answered as if he had predicted exactly what you were thinking. “Next time it happens, come find me. I’d be happy to help you out.”

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LAW

You were walking through the halls of the Polar Tang, intent on getting some work done. Life wasn’t always easy on the ship, but the crew itself made it feel as though the sun wasn’t all that far away even hundreds of miles beneath the surface. It had been weeks since the ship had been anywhere near the open air, though, and that craving for freedom was starting to grate on everyone’s nerves.

You made it just outside of Law’s office, holding a logbook of some patients under your arms that you intended to show him. As your hand came up to knock on the door, though, the panic attack set in. It came as it always did - quickly, brutally, and with a raging need to be attended to immediately. You took a deep breath, trying to force your body to calm down with the knowledge that you’ve already knocked on Law’s door. It’s too late to walk away and come back later.

The moment Law opened the door, his face as neutral and uncompromising as always, he knew something was wrong. He couldn’t quite place it, but there was something off about you. You looked almost surprised to see him there despite the fact that you knocked.

“(Y/N)-ya?” He asked, his tone as disinterested as his expression.

You took another deep breath, grabbing the book beneath your arm with shaky hands and holding it out to him.

“Here. I just needed to…give you this.” You said, your voice shaky and noticeably just a little labored.

“Thank you…” Law replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone as he accepted the book. He noticed the way your hands lingered on the book, almost like you were forgetting to let it go, and that was the last straw for Law. Something was clearly wrong.

As you began to turn to leave his office, his hand darted out to gently grab your wrist. This didn’t help your anxiety, not one bit, and you froze in response. This didn’t go unnoticed by the surgeon.

“Hey, come in for a minute. I want to show you something.” He said, and his tone was as stern as usual, leaving no room for argument. Not that you could argue right now, anyway.

You let him lead you into his office, the familiar cluttered spaces making you feel all the more claustrophobic. Ah, that’s what it was - the walls were closing in, leaving your lungs lacking air and your heart palpitating. Sometimes it was a little game to figure out what had set off the panic attack in the first place.

And it seemed Law had somehow figured that out, too. He led you to his chair and gently sat you down, letting go of your wrist. You didn’t bother watching as he fumbled with something behind you, and before you knew it, a bright light shined down and provided warmth. You finally turned back to look at him, your brows furrowed. You’re met with that same unaffected stare as he moved around you, leaning a hand and his hip against his desk.

“It’s not good to be without sunlight for so long. I picked one of these UV lamps up at a port a few islands back. I think I’ll be buying a few more for the sub.” Law explained, speaking of it as if it’s something as mundane as the weather. For you, though, you feel your heart spike. This time, not with anxiety - anticipation.

“Really?” You asked, and that hopeful lilt in your voice made the doctor smile just a fraction.

“Yeah.” He responded simply, and he turned his gaze to a porthole on the far wall. Then, to your surprise, he kept speaking. “Panic attacks are pretty common, (Y/N)-ya, and I know them when I see them. I have some reading I’d like to give you, and maybe we can talk medication at some point. For now, just try to relax and soak in the UV.”

You were nearly floored at his response. You’d tired yourself out so often having to explain what panic attacks were, how they affected you, and why they came up. But Law knew. Of course he did. You remained silent for a moment before leaning back in his chair, closing your eyes to take his advice. This pleased him more than words could say.

Your heart was still racing, that dread making you feel dizzy, but the warmth of the UV light was almost soothing. You heard Law rustling with some things on his desk, busying himself, and he began to read some of the logs from the book you’d given him out loud. You weren’t sure if it was more for himself or for you, but his voice did add that last touch to help relax and calm you down. When you felt your heart return to normal, and your lungs were satisfied with the oxygen you provided them, you finally settled down into a restful sleep in Law's chair. He was grateful that you couldn't see the small smile that rose to his lips.

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wonderjanga2 · 1 month ago

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Neglected Santa Clarita Diet (Zombie)!Reader x Yan!Batfam

Prologue (Here), Chapter One

Tw: Lots of vomiting, very brief, kind of subtle mention of the Reader’s death, and gore at the very end

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and at the very beginning it’s “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Prologue

It all started on the night they’d had enough.

That day, the bullying at school had been worse. They’d been crueler, meaner, harsher, and made sure you got to experience every bit of that. The Reader’s single friend at school was also absent that day because family matters or something. They weren’t exactly listening.

On the bright side, said friend offered to get dinner together later so that was good. Just the thought of that got them through the day. They were truly one of the only people you felt you could rely on.

You both decided on going to a seafood place. The night was nice, you weren’t almost mugged, the two of you chatted and goofed off around each other. They ordered fish, they let you try some. You ordered Ruby's Devil-Red Clams, the special of the night, because you decided that if you were going to be bold at anything, it might as well be your food choices. You didn’t offer any to your friend because you knew they didn’t like clams. Overall, it was great, aside from the fact your stomach was a little upset. You bid your friend goodbye and went your separate ways, promising to meet up at school tomorrow.

By the time you got back home to the manor, it would never be home to you, your stomach was feeling worse. It actually hurt. You stumbled through the manor, trying your best to be quiet, almost knocking over a vase. You were queasy and dizzy. A not so good combo. Thankfully though, you somehow made it to the general vicinity of your room, and just to be safe, you veered off to the bathroom next to it and sat on the toilet to try and calm yourself down. It didn’t work though. You just grew more nauseous.

After a bit, you decided to get down on your knees over the toilet because you were pretty sure any moment now you were going to vomit. Sure enough, you did.

But uh… it didn’t stop.

It just kept coming.

It kept coming until your throat was raw. It kept coming until your eyes were watery. It kept coming even as the toilet couldn’t hold anymore It kept coming even as your hand slipped from the ceramic rim and you nearly banged your head on the cabinet next to your head. It was all over the bathroom’s tiled floors, on the walls, staining the wooden cabinets, etcetera.

It kept coming until you passed out.

“[Name]!”

A light turned on before you felt something pat your cheek a couple times.

You felt… gritty. Thats the easiest way to put it. The backs of your fingers on rested on what you were half sure was tile. They were surrounded by some type of mush. Dried mush. You could also feel said dried mush on your cheeks and chin. It was definitely crusted into your shirt and staining your pants as well.

The person who said your name, it sounded like Jill, your one and only dearest friend, spoke up again.

“[Name]! [Name], please wake up! Don’t tell you’re dead!” Jill sounded so worried. You were about to let her know you were awake, but then she moved you until you were pretty sure she was holding you against her chest. It was so comfortable. You also felt bad that you were definitely getting the mush on her jacket. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I should’ve been here sooner. Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve came to help as soon as I could.” Jill sounded like she was about to cry.

You felt something wet plop onto your cheek. It felt like a tear. Jill was definitely crying now. You opened your eyes, feeling surprisingly energized. “Are we in the bathroom still?”

“Oh, what the fuck.” Jill’s hands went to your shoulders, pushing you away as you looked around. Everything was… green. Like baby vomit green. There were some rust colored flecks in it too. “Are you okay?”

“Uh… yeah. Yeah.” You mumbled, wiping your mouth. “I just vomited. A lot. And that came out of me.” You pointed to a little red, oval-shaped, prune-looking thing sitting amidst the vomit. One could also compare it to the end of a sausage, but let’s not get into the logistics.

Jill looked between you and the prune thing over and over until she finally settled on you again. “I don’t care about whatever that— thing is! [Name], you scared the life out of me! When I went to check your pulse I didn’t feel anything! I thought you were dead! We’re taking you to the hospital. Immediately.” With that, she grabbed your hands and hoisted you up. “Here, lean on me. Let’s go.”

“Oh, no I’m good.” You declined as politely as you could but still held her hands.

“[Name], look around. You’re definitely not good. Lean on me.” She gestured to the vomit all over the walls and floor.

“But I can walk just fine, see?” You made a show of walking out of the bathroom, letting go of one of Jill’s hands yet still clasping the other. Your friend looked like she didn’t know how to feel about that.

“…fine. Whatever, but you’re still going to the hospital, okay?”

“ ‘kay.” With that, Jill started pulling us along.

The two of you just almost made it out the door before you were interrupted by Damian Wayne. The Damian Wayne. The one you’d told Jill came at you with a whole katana and gave you the giant scar up the side of your left arm.

“You’re certainly filthy.” The little shit (wow, you’ve never thought of Damian like that before) remarked in that usual condescending tone of his.

“Fuck off.” Jill ground out immediately, pushing you behind her.

“Yeah, Damian! Get run over by an eighteen wheeler!” You yelled over her shoulder with a distinctful cheeriness that you probably hadn’t summoned since you were about ten years old and your mom got you an ice pop at the zoo.

That got you not one, but two looks of incredulity from both Damian and Jill. Huh. You’ve never ever said something like that to Damian before, have you? It feels really good to let those thoughts out.

She pulled you out of there before you could say anything else.

“Wow! I can’t believe I said that!” You exclaimed.

“I know.” She said, giving you a weird look before she looked forward again and kept pulling you along.

The both of you ended up waiting in the ER for nearly three hours. Jill was still holding your hand. She was also bouncing one of her legs and looking to the receptionist every now and then. She’d gone up there four separate times to ask when you were going to get checked up. You were so bored. That was when you finally remembered to ask what had been plaguing you earlier as you two had left the manor.

“Jill? What were you doing at the manor?”

“I came because you didn’t show up at school and you weren’t answering texts or calls. Alfred let me in.” She explained, very indiscreetly glaring at the receptionist lady before she looked to you.

“I wasn’t at school?” But you were? It was hard to forget how mean everyone had been. You’re definitely going to throat punch one of them the next time you see them. You should definitely do that.

“No. You weren’t. You were gone for the entire day.” Jill spoke, looking to the receptionist again, impatiently before looking back to you. She could tell you were slightly confused. After all, she was your best friend! “[Name], when exactly did you start hurling your guts out?”

“Last night?”

Jill stared for a solid minute before putting her head in her hands. “Oh my God.” She muttered.

“Jill? Are you okay?”

The girl dragged her hands down her face before looking at you with a clearly forced smile. “Yup! Great actually. It’s totally not as if there’s clearly something fucking wrong with you yet no one wants to do anything about it!” Jill’s voice raised to a yell as she pointedly looked at the receptionist lady who in response rolled her eyes.

“Okay… well, then why don’t we do something about it? Like leave? Jill, I wanna change out these clothes and take a shower. I probably look and definitely feel like a gas station bathroom.” You tried your best attempt at a serious tone as you gestured to your clothes.

“We can’t just leave. Did you see how much vomit you vomited?” She asked, exasperatedly.

“Well, yes, but, if we’re being honest? I feel wonderful! Like I could do anything! Plus, Alfred’s probably already cleaned my bathroom too so it should be safe now.” You said with a smile.

“I…” Jill trailed off. She then slumped against her chair. “Five more minutes? Please?”

You sighed. “O-kay.”

You both ended up leaving the ER before you were called. By this point, it was dark out in Gotham. Or at least darker than usual which normally meant it was nighttime now. Lovely.

Along the way, you actually got to ask more about what she meant by not showing up to school. Apparently, it turns out that you’d been out cold in the bathroom for about a day. Then Jill came to get you.

“I’m surprised Alfred hadn’t checked up on me.” You remarked, a little hurt. “Jackass.” You grumbled.

Jill gave you another weird look for some reason. “He said that when you came home from school yesterday, you looked really upset. He left you alone because of that. Then, when you didn’t go to school today, he assumed you were taking a break or something.”

“Oh. Wait, that’s actually a little thoughtful. Now I feel bad.” You mused, spying Jill’s apartment complex up ahead.

“Don’t. It just sounds like he was avoiding having to comfort you.”

They bounded up the stairs and into the building. Jill lived on the first floor, apartment 106.

“I assume you’re staying over?” Jill asked, opening the door.

“Yup! Do you think I could stay with you forever? I don’t wanna go back to that house ever again.”

“Uh… maybe? My ma likes you a lot so who knows.” Jill gave you her fifth weird look. “Speaking of her, she’s out of town for the next couple days so you could probably crash as much as you want.”

“Awesome!”

It was a couple hours later that the two of you were now on Jill’s couch, watching a movie. She was eating popcorn. You were eating chicken drumsticks. Raw. Straight from its packaging.

Those weird looks kept on coming.

Finally, after another wet squelch of a bite from the chicken, Jill paused the movie and turned to you.

“Okay, there’s something seriously wrong with you.” She looked so concerned.

“Huh—” You started choking for a bit and she smacked your back a couple times until you swallowed. You then cleared your throat. “Huh?”

“Don’t huh me. [Name] you’re literally eating raw chicken!”

“So?”

“So that’s not normal!” She moved to put the popcorn on the coffee table in front of them. “You’re also acting super weird!”

“I’m not being weird…” You grumbled, taking another bite.

“Yes, you are. Back at the house, you actually wished that little shit’s death! I’ve literally seen him talk shit at you for like five minutes straight with you doing nothing except look kicked puppy!”

“Am I at least a cute kicked puppy?” You ventured.

“Yes! But you’re also happier? There’s also the fact you’ve cursed more times in this single day than in the nearly ten years I’ve known you! Just to preface, we’re seventeen.” Jill crossed her arms.

“Okay, yeah maybe I am acting different, but you’re making it out to be a bad thing.” You put your container of raw chicken drumsticks to the side and also turned to face her. “Jill, like I said back at the hospital, I feel amazing! Like actually awesome! And honestly, I don’t think felt this awesome since… ever.”

“But— but the vomit?” Jill was so close to sounding like she was whining, probably from how hard she was trying to make you understand that this isn’t something normal. You just shrugged in response. “And the chicken drumsticks?” Another shrug from you. “And the little prune-ball-thing in a ziplock bag at the bottom of my freezer?”

“Now that I think about it, what should we do with that thing?”

“I don’t know! If it really is an organ, do you think you should reswallow it again?”

You gave her one last shrug before reaching over to grab one of the drumsticks. You were about to bite into it before a loud crash interrupted you. It sounded like a window shattering.

“Shit.” Jill hissed as she rushed to the kitchen, likely to get the shotgun under the sink. You continued to sit on the couch. Someone was trying to do some B&E? Seriously? In the middle of this awesome movie, with some awesome food, with your awesome friend, while you’re feeling awesome?

You stood up. No one was gonna mess up your time with your best friend. She’s the one person we take solace in! Your Clyde to your Bonnie. Your Tom to your Jerry! Your— wow, you’re unhealthy attached to her, aren’t you?

You stepped out into the hallway. That’s when you saw the guy. He was a big man, holding a handgun. Wasn’t even wearing a mask. He was clean shaven and looked more like he should be doing accounting, despite his large stature, rather than breaking into people’s houses. When he saw you, he immediately trained the gun on you.

“Don’t move! Don’t you dare fucking move!” He yelled in a tone that promised he’d shoot if you did. Despite that, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

After all, earlier, when you cut yourself on the rusted bars of the stairs leading up to Jill’s apartment, you hadn’t bled. Another not-normal thing added to Jill’s list.

Anyways, it’s safe to say, you don’t think you’ll bleed if you’re shot. Emphasis on “you think”.

“You’re gonna stay right fucking there, you got that?” The man yelled once more. What was with all the dang yelling? Geez…

“Oh. Uh… no.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said no.” You spoke as you took a step closer. “I’m gonna move and you’re going to get out of this apar—”

Bang!

Oh. Wow. He actually shot you. You stilled for a moment and slowly looked down, the burglar did the same. Nothing. Except some black ooze starting to leak from the wound. The man slowly lowered his gun, probably caught off guard.

It was then you lunged.

You tore into him, your vision going black as the only thing you registered was the food you were eating and just how delicious his kidneys were. You tore through a piece of his lung and then started on of his intestines. You were only broke out of this daze by the sound of clattering.

Your head snapped up.

It was Jill. She’d dropped the shotgun and was looking at you with an emotion akin to horrification and surprise.

“Holy shit…” She mumbled.

For those who’ve watched the show, our friend is going to be our Joel, and for those who haven’t? You’ll know what I mean by that in due time.

#yandere batfam #yandere batfam x reader #neglected reader #x reader

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batsandbirdbrains · 2 months ago

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A soft little BatDad idea that’s wriggling around my head

The one with the baby Bat pics

I just think it would be so cute if Bruce has pictures from when Dick was freshly Robin, a teeny tiny little eight year old gremlin, but he’s got the bat cowl on and he’s wrapped up in the cape. Dick had probably been playing in it while Bruce wrote up patrol logs after a long night, because even though Bruce has told him their vigilante gear isnt a toy, he loves the way Dick giggles and leaps around the cave and whispers in an overly deep voice, “I’m Batman.”

One picture in particular Bruce has several copies of. He keeps one in his desk in his home office. There’s on in his bedroom at the manor he keeps tucked in a drawer. He has two on the Watchtower, one in his private quarters and one in his work area tucked into the side of a monitor.

It’s Dick passed out on a chair by the Batcomputer. He has the cape tucked around him with one arm sticking out over the side still loosely holding a Batman doll he’d forced Bruce to buy him when he saw it during patrol that night, the rest of the cape spilling over onto the floor, and the cowl is ridiculously oversized on his head, his little mouth parted just slightly in his sleep.

Bruce loves this picture. Dick had only been with him for a few months at that point, but there was something so charming about it, so sweet that it melted Bruce’s heart.

Dick was the only one who ever wanted to play in the Batman costume, or at least the others never let Bruce know about it or be around if they did. He likes to think of them as baby pictures in a way, since Dick was the youngest kid he’d ever had living with him.

There are several others scattered amongst Bruce’s most visited places, and even other members of the JL have a few - the members who’d been around when the photos had been taken, mostly.

There’s one taken in the Watchtower when Dick was eight, held up by Superman while Dick has the cowl on. He’s trying to do his most serious Batman impression, but you can see how he’s smothering down a smile. Clark looks ridiculously pleased holding the mini-Batman.

There’s one of him grinning from under the cowl when he’s about nine, sitting in Batman’s chair at a Watchtower meeting room. He’s holding up a case file. Bruce had let him wear a spare cowl and cape that day, letting Dick be the one who briefed the rest of the involved League members on the updates that had been found thanks to Dick’s insight.

One of Green Arrow’s personal favorites is of Dick sticking his tongue out, the cowl nearly falling off his ten-year-old head and his hands holding onto the bat-ears. He has a pair of Batman’s gloves on, too. He’s kept it in his wallet since Bruce gave him a copy.

Donna personally loves the one with Dick wagging a gloved finger in the air, his other hand on his hip while the cape billows on the floor and the cowl tilts just a bit too much forward. He even has Batman’s much larger belt strapped across his chest. He’d been eleven, and he’d telling off the other Titans for goofing around during training. One of their mentors had snapped the picture, unbeknownst to them at the time. She recalls them all busting out laughing once Dick was done - Dick included - and she keeps it in a box full of other special photos and mementos. She uses it in her “work phone” as Nightwing’s ID picture.

Dick himself just thinks they’re funny whenever he comes across one. The other batkids collect them like Pokemon cards.

#dick grayson #robin #bruce wayne #batman #justice league #fic ideas

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