#stomach stapling

[bellysoupset]

Three fics from me in a day? More likely than you think!

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Jon wasn't surprised when he woke up in the middle of the night with the sound of retching.

Like clockwork, Leo's stress tanked his immunity and he got sick. Despite being sleepy and his whole body hurting thanks to all the flying around and his messed up sleep pattern, Jonah stumbled to the bathroom, nearly walking into the doorframe.

He poked his head in and sighed, Leo was hunched over the toilet, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other one draped on the seat.

Before bed they had shared a ridiculously long shower, until they both felt like people again. Now, Leo's humid hair fell in front of his face, the very tips nearly reaching his mouth.

"Aw, Leo," Jonah groaned, walking in and crouching down, pulling back his boyfriend's hair. He planted a hand in the middle of Leo's back and cringed as he could feel the heat rolling off of him, "how long you've been here?"

"Uhm... Dunno," Leo spat in the clear water, unable to keep the drool in, "I don't feel well..."

"I know," Jon rubbed vigorously, snorting to himself as he realized he had missed even this. How stupidly in love was he that he missed rubbing Leo's back as he threw up?

Leo lurched forward with a deafening retch, but didn't bring up more than some acidic spit and he let out a moan, "I can feel it..." he pushed in his own stomach and Jonah cringed in sympathy as he heard a growl coming from the upset organ, a wet burp rolling out of Leo's lips, "ugh. Not coming."

"Come to bed," Jonah grabbed his shoulder to keep Leo from falling against the bathtub, "I'll bring a bin for you, but come to bed."

"Noo..." Leo's eyes squeezed and he gulped down, "I'm gonna be sick."

"Yeah, no shit, baby," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I don't want you in the cold bathroom ground, c'mon-" he wrapped an arm around Leo's chest, using all his force to pull him up. The blonde stumbled, nearly taking them both down, before he straightened up.

He braced against the sink to wash his clammy face and caught Jonah's eyes in the mirror, "you're clingy."

"Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that shit," Jonah smiled at him, appreciating the glimpse of his boyfriend's personality under all the nausea and heartbreak. Leo swished some water around in his mouth and spat it out, hanging over the bowl for a second as he took measured breaths.

"Yeah, all that shit," he pressed his stomach against the marble, forcing up a little UUrp and wrinkling his nose, "my body fucking hates me."

"Your body is exhausted," Jonah corrected him, planting a hand on Leo's forehead and pushing back his bangs, "and didn't stand a chance against the mighty European germs I brought home."

"UUhm..." Leo groaned, his stomach gurgling in the silent bathroom, "so you're to blame for this," he lifted up his head to glare at Jon in the mirror and Jonah frowned, feeling a stab of guilt.

"I'm sorry-"

"I'm joking," Leo cut him off sharply, "I'll take a stomach bug to have you home, any day," he straightened up, "I'll need that bowl though."

Five minutes later they were in bed, Jonah had planted the promised bowl on the bedside table and Leo was draped over him like he wanted to melt their bodies together. His cheek was pressed to Jonah's chest and he kept muffling little sick burps against the man's shirt, but didn't pull back.

"How was Europe?" Leo asked after a minute of silence, while Jonah started petting his hair, fully hoping Leo's body would be able to just deal with the nausea on its own.

"Old," Jonah smiled, "same as its been for the past thousand of years."

"Oh c'mon, you want me to believe you weren't having a blast in Paris?" Leo groaned, "I know you love me, but give me a break-"

"No," Jon snorted, "it's not that, though I would have preferred to have you there. It's just I have been to most the places we visited, the fun part was spending time with Angie, not the tourism."

"She's too pissed you guys had to cut it short?" Leo sighed, sounding defeated and Jonah paused the hair petting in order to look at his face.

"She's worried and pissed she's in the dark, but not over cutting it short. Angie really likes you, baby, she was completely understanding," he ran his fingers over Leo's forehead, warm but not enough he should be worrying, "besides, we're gonna see her much more often."

"Uh?" Leo pulled back, in order to sit up, and Jonah frowned.

"Leo?"

"Give me the bowl," he squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a little burp under his breath, "we're gonna see her more often...?"

"She's going to Massachusetts's College of Art," Jonah planted the bowl in his hands and moved a hand to support Leo's forehead in case he lurched forward, "so she's gonna be only 2 hours away from us, by car."

"Uhmm..." Leo's throat bobbed nervously and he let out another wet belch, "that's great-"

Jonah couldn't help but chuckle at the cognitive dissonance of their situation and Leo's words. He turned his head slightly not to look, but continued holding Leo's head, cringing as he heard another burp, this one turning frothy at the end and some liquid splashed in the bowl.

He could hear Leo panting, hyperventilating, and the noise of his throat working to try and swallow back a gag- He retched, loudly, and a lot more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah's own stomach turned and his mouth filled up with saliva, reflexive nausea washing over him. Thankfully his stomach was painfully empty, since he had ditched dinner in order to cuddle with Leo.

His boyfriend had stopped gagging, but hadn't moved from his hunched position, so Jonah gulped down and turned to look at him. In their half lit bedroom, illuminated solely by the bathroom light spilling out, Jonah couldn't make out the liquid inside the bowl, but could definitely see that Leo was milky white. His mouth was slightly open, jaw heavy with nausea, and he was clearly fighting another bout.

"Leo, just let it up, baby," Jonah sighed and Leo shook his head, back curling as he suppressed a heave. Jon frowned, knowing it was a losing battle and moved his arms around, so he could wrap his right one around Leo's waist and press his hand against the man's tummy. The minute his palm pressed against the top of Leo's belly, he let out a gurgling burp and more liquid fell in the bowl.

Jonah gagged, turning his face and pressing his mouth to his own shoulder trying not to hear or smell anything. The nearly three weeks away had been enough time for his tolerance to lower back again.

Leo groaned loudly when Jonah pressed on his belly once more, causing another pathetic wave of vomit to fall, his hand clumsily coming to grab Jonah's wrist and stop him, "eu-Urgh- enough," Leo groaned, interrupting himself with a gag, "hurts."

"Sorry," Jon eased his hold, kissing Leo's shoulder, "do you feel better?"

"No," the blonde breathed out slowly, trying to calm his body, "I- Stop touching me, just-" he shuffled in the bed, overwhelmed and Jonah pulled back, biting the inside of his cheek not to say anything. He wanted nothing more than to be all over Leo, but it wouldn't help at the moment.

He watched as Leo moved to rest against the headboard, still clutching the bowl, and closed his eyes, looking at the ceiling as his cheeks puffed out with slow breaths.

Jonah started peeling on his lip, ready to jump in case it looked Leo needed help. Instead the blonde only stayed quite like a wax statue for good five minutes, before leaning carefully over the bowl and gulping down, until a big burp came up.

Leo looked so spooked by it, that Jonah couldn't help but chuckle, "you good?"

"Oof, yeah," Leo cringed, "that was gross, sorry. I'm gonna go clean this out..."

"You think you can handle some tea?" Jonah got up as well and Leo made a squeamish face, but nodded.

"Peppermint."

"Alright," Jon stood up and leaned in without thinking, kissing the top of his head, and hesitated only once he was already half hugging the man, "sorry-"

"No, it's fine," Leo, who was still sitting down, buried his face against Jon's stomach, "you're so comfy."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," then Leo pulled back with a small smirk, "but not as comfy as Luke, though."

"Oh god, fuck off, Wagner," Jonah glared at him, shoving Leo's head and jumping out of his hold to go make him tea. As he was stomping out the room though, he could hear Leo giggling as he went to the bathroom to clean up, and Jonah had to fight a smile of his own.

[bobcatmoran]

I had a 400 mile drive for work today and kept myself partially amused by imagining Sachika getting a Really Cool Agate With Lots of Pretty Bands for Rakia as a thank-you treat for helping her. And then him taking a bite and instantly spitting it out and going, "are you TRYING to poison me??" because it's one of those crappy dyed ones that's like, bright blue or purple or other colors that agates do not come in naturally.

[lenakluthor]

insane to me that i said, point blank, that my weight is off limits it is not a topic my mother can ever bring up and she agreed and not even a week later she’s bringing up weight loss surgery and suggesting i get it and she’ll pay i-

[undead-potatoes]

Why does so many plant based alternatives to meat have so many onions in them, stop it!!! I can't eat that!!! Plain mince doesn't need fucking onions, please!!!!!

[matchamiko]

I’ll never forget phoning my GP with symptoms of vitamin D deficiency, and her suggesting weight loss surgery instead

[softservesoymilk]

Did the most delicious thing to my toast/grilled cheese this evening… I added mayo and pizza sauce to it… so heavenly 🤤

[runic-raptor]

Herbivores are high strung beasts, constantly on the lookout for danger. If it thinks you are danger, you are dead.

Predators generally don't think humans are worth interfering with, and don't tend to be aggressive unless they're desperate or protecting their young.

(Though some animals, *cough*bears*cough*, have a really wide defensive radius where they'll feel threatened just by you being near, so don't mess with bears. Most other predators will just see a human and go the other way if they don't have something to protect)

I think people tend to forget that herbivores are incredibly dangers.

[millenianthemums]

diet culture people make me feel like i’m going crazy. you want me to take an experimental pill that destroys my appetite?? you want me to remove part of my stomach??? you want me to stop eating bread and rice, two of the staple foods most inherent to humanity????? why exactly? because my stomach is big? because you don’t like the way i look, and you think it’s reasonable to tell me to carve pieces off of myself and try random drugs and ruin my own life so i can look more visually pleasing to you? and you somehow don’t see how absurdly cruel and selfish that is to ask of somebody???? while pretending you care about their HEALTH????????????????? FUCK YOU!!!!

[beauty-wise-medical-center]

stomach stapling and gastric banding

In this article, we will discuss stomach stapling and gastric banding. The first is a bariatric surgery that was used a few years back, and the latter is a bariatric surgery that is used widely nowadays.

[morbidlcve]

ride ❥

cw: intersex!nat, chocking, pet names, breeding kink, slapping, overstimulation, dirty talk… (i think that’s everything?)

word count: 0.7k

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

18+, minors + men dni

“Fuck baby, pussy’s so tight.” Natasha groans, her head falling back against the cushion. Hands holding your hips like a vice, leaving red hues in their wake. “You’re so big Tasha,” you gasp, hips rolling against her; fingers tweaking your nipples, heightening the sensitivity.

“Gonna fucking take my cock like a good girl aren’t you?” she hisses feeling your walls tighten around her. Your babbles of agreement spur her on; pushing and pulling your hips, thrusting up into you every now and then making you twitch. Your chest heaves as you try your hardest to bounce up and down on her aching cock.

“So sexy fuck, look so good riding me.” She strokes her hand up the side of your body to grip onto one of your boobs. Her fingers roll your nipples, pinching harshly. Natasha feels your thighs tremble around her. She’s quick to flip you over pressing you into the mattress, thrusting back into you, quite literally knocking the air from your lungs.

Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. Fucking her cock back into you at a pace that rivals light. Your body bounces in time with her thrusts. Pulling your leg up, she wraps your legs around her hips allowing you to pull her in further. You feel her so deep inside you that when you look down you see her prodding against the walls of your stomach.

You cry head falling back. Natasha follows your line of sight, groaning. Your stomach tightens, feeling your orgasm build up. “Gonna cum Tasha fuck.” you try to breathe out, her hand still stapled to your neck. The woman smirks, trying and somehow succeeding to begin to thrust deeper. Feeling her in depths you're not sure was even possible.

“Can feel ur tight cunt squeezing me detka, fuck,” she mutters, reaching down she thumbs your clit in the circular motion she knew had you weak. “Just like that baby, take it all.” Your hands fly up to reach her shoulders, your nails biting into her skin. “Eyes open.” she says watching you come undone around her, never breaking pace, whilst ever so slightly adding the faintest more pressure to your neck. You’re withering on the bed as she brutally fucks you through your orgasm.

She lets up on your poor clit and instead ops to lean down and take your nipple into her mouth. She’s rolling her tongue over your nipple continuously, your back arches further into her mouth. “That not enough for you, pretty girl?” she mumbles against your boob.

Pulling away she sharply slaps the boob that was once in her mouth. You squeal, the stimulation quickly building up another orgasm. Pulling her down to kiss you, she moans against you, she tastes of everything you know and love. Kissing her back, you can’t help the odd moan against her. She licks into your mouth pressing her hips completely to yours before pulling out and fucking back into you. “Fuck, fuck fuck, feels soo good” you whine, completely cock drunk.

Natasha’s close too, her cock twitching ready to fill you up. “Want me to fill you up detka? Wanna be all full and round with my babies?” she moans, your walls so tight it’s getting harder for her to thrust back into you. “wan’ all your babies Nat pleas please please” you whine, sucking on her tongue. “Want you to drench my cock princess,” she says, pulling away from you to look at the mess you’ve become.

Marks littering your neck, hair- a mess, mascara slightly running down your face, lips swollen and red, Perfect, she thinks. “Cum for me baby,” she tells you. You babble out whines as she presses so hard into you, you know you’re going to be bed bound for the foreseeable future. You’re hot all over as your orgasm overtakes you completely.Shaking as you feel Natasha fill you up, warm liquid spreads within you.

She stays there for a moment, pulling out slowly to not hurt you, watching her cum drip from your positively ruined holes. Pressing two fingers back into you, hissing from the sensitivity. “Don’t want it to go to waste now do we baby?” she smirks.

[pacifistsworstnightmare]

PAY IT FORWARD — dad!touya todoroki

there will always be tragedy in loving someone as flammable as todoroki touya, but when the dust settles and what's set ablaze has finally burnt to nothing— you and the proof he loved someone will be there still, despite it all. despite everything.

a/n : know that writing this ruined my fucking life And that i have plans for this. pif verse write it down this is happening. also dee im SORRY and i LOVE you

m.list !

you stay in correspondence with shouto for a few weeks after he first reaches out, hearing little things about touya's recovery. about how he still hasn't woken up properly. about how his body is almost entirely burns now— sore, charred skin at least sewn and not stapled. about how he's lost his arm. how he almost entirely lost his life.

you feel like a dog, waiting at the beck and call of a seventeen year old as he updates you on touya's condition— going to sleep every night with your four year old daughter tucked under your arm on his side of the bed and feeling sick to your stomach as you clutch her close to your chest. because you know where dad is, know that he's finished work now. she doesn't, and you've told yourself you won't tell her unless you know she'll get to see him again.

but today is that day.

shouto had called late last night— not texted like he usually does— and talked you through the adrenaline rush and subsequent crash after finding out touya was alive. finding out he was awake. and that he was alone.

sayu— the girl as bright as the kanji of her namesake, the girl who has soothed more wounds than she'll ever understand— waits for dad even still. wanders around the new apartment with you, since your old one was destroyed when gigantomachia tore through most of shizuoka prefecture, holding tight onto your pant leg as you move to start making her breakfast. always wanting to be close to you.

the real clinging had started after she saw the video feed during the attack on jaku hospital, refusing the idea of daycare, and of staying with your parents. refusing to around anybody but you.

it hurts, watching her go from brave and adventurous with every step she took to so cautious and measured in every movement. you hum as she climbs into her chair at the little table in your kitchen, and you settle in next to her as you set her breakfast down in front of her— your own coffee warming your hands as you wrap them around the mug.

"we're gonna go somewhere today, bug." you start as she goes for the blueberries in her bowl first— a small victory, she normally rejects them for being sour because touya said it one time. you take a sip of coffee, nodding as you swallow before tacking on: "after you've filled up your tummy, of course."

she cocks her head at you, white tufts of hair flopping forward into her face as she does, and you push them back fondly. (it always makes something buried down in your chest claw and howl and beg for him back).

"where?"

"central hospital, near where obaa-san lives." the little frown that forms on her lips is almost instantaneous, and you have to swallow back a laugh.

"i don't want to see 'baa-san." you reach out softly to brush a little mess off her cheek, wiping it off with your thumb as you shake your head at her.

"no, we're not seeing her baby. we're actually gonna go into the hospital and visit someone." you watch the cogs turn over in her brain before she, with a mouthful of strawberry, asks.

"who?"

"it's a surprise, babe." sayu doesn't look satisfied with that answer, but you gesture to her bowl of fruit and yoghurt with your pinky as you hold your mug. "finish your breakfast and then we'll get cleaned up."

"hospital is where sick people are. i don't wanna go there." she's staring down at her bowl as she talks, pushing things around with the spoon held tight in her hand before she looks up at you again. "who's there for us?"

"eat, bug. i promise you'll find out when we get there, okay?"

cerulean irises meet yours, big lashes that make her eyes look larger than life batting at you for a second before she nods and goes back to eating.

"okay mama. my blueberries are too sour." so close.

before leaving you'd checked with shouto more than once— maybe more than necessary— that there was zero chance of endeavour being at the hospital, because there was no way you'd ever let him near your child after what he did to his own. not after everything you've heard and seen, the brutal and tragic aftermath in the form of the man you love.

he assured you that he wouldn't be there, that no one beside him from his family would be there. you'd never anticipated ever meeting anyone in touya's family, and you appreciate it not being put on you all at once.

you still feel awkward walking through the hospital, sayu held on your hip and her head on your collar— occasional whispers and questions you answer with soft kisses and whispers of your own before reaching the front desk. the receptionist looks up at you, tired but kind, and asks what you're here for.

"hi, we're, uh- checking in? as visitors, i think."

someone behind you says your name, purposeful and weighted, and you already know it's shouto before you've even turned around. you're sure he recognised touya in sayu before even processing that it was actually you.

"shouto-kun, hi." you hum softly, letting him guide you a little bit out of the way— grateful to be away from the midst of people traffic in the most popular hospital in musutafu. you let sayu down, fine with her leaning back against your legs in front of you.

"just shouto is fine." he nods at you, then his eyes drop down to your daughter, and she offers a shy, and quiet hello. he's already bobbing down to meet her eye with a soft smile.

"hi. i'm shouto. what's your name?" she stares at him with wide eyes as she brings a hand up to her mouth, something to self-soothe in a new environment with ever-changing variables.

"you look like my dad."

"oh." he makes a small noise that sounds like something inside of him deflated. or maybe broke entirely. "well, your dad's my brother."

"oh." she nods at that, like she fully understands the gravity, before breaking out of her shell a little. "my name is sayu, but mama and dad call me bug. you're not allowed, even if you're friends with my dad." he smiles at her, and as you watch them interact you're sure he sees someone entirely different standing in front of him.

"alright, sayu-chan. it's nice to meet you."

"i like your hair, s'got white like mine!" she's pointing at him, her free hand petting her own head uncoordinatedly.

"it does, yeah." shouto nods again, brushing a hair through the white half of his hair before looking back up at you— something unspoken, like grief (grief just like yours), swimming in his eyes. "she looks just like him."

sayu doesn't give you much of a chance to say anything, your mouth barely opening to answer him before she continues to prattle on.

"my dad's busy working, do you have a job?" shouto laughs, something soft and fond as he looks at your daughter.

"uh- no, not yet. i will when i'm a little bit older."

"should get one, my dad's a superhero! that what he does for a job, s'really cool, huh?"

another sad noise claws it's way out of his throat, and he stares at you for a second before nodding at your daughter with the same kind of pretend smile you offer people who ask how you're doing. your heart aches.

he stands back up to his full height, taller than you— probably taller than touya, much to his disgust— and clears his throat before gesturing to the elevator at the end of the hall.

"uh, you two can follow me— his room's up on another floor."

"right, yeah. lead the way."

shouto guides the pair of you onto the fifth floor of the hospital and leaves you in the hall after giving you the room number— wanting to give you space, to allow another family reunion that he's not entirely apart of yet.

"we're gonna go in this room, 'kay? you know why?" she shakes her head softly, looking up at you as she clings at the fabric of your pant leg.

"no mama."

"'cause dad's in there," you watch her perk up immediately, a thousand questions ready to be spewed from her lips before you shake your head and pet her hair gently. "but we've gotta be quiet 'nd calm 'cause we're still in a hospital."

"is he hurt? or sick? s'probably 'cause he's been working too much, mama." your chest feels tight, and you nod at her words. she's always been so intuitive, so smart, and you're infinitely proud even if it hurts. "you should tell him off."

you laugh, a soft and wet sound, as you brush her hair back out of her face.

"okay bug, i'll tell him off for you." she nods, sufficed at that answer, and you brush her hair out of her face again before continuing on. "and yes, dad's hurt right now— but he'll be okay after the doctors fix him all up, okay? so we're gonna be real gentle, 'nd nice and quiet."

"okay mama."

you feel odd as you knock on the door, pushing it open at the affirmative call from inside— the voice, so familiar but hardly recognisable all the same, makes your breathing stutter— and you stop in your tracks at the sight of him. whatever you'd prepared yourself for, it wasn't this, and your stunned silence doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"wouldja look at that, s'that my girl?" his voice is different, but still his— more hoarse now, like it hurts to speak. touya looks more like himself in that hospital bed than you've ever seen him, even with one arm, with no staples holding skin together, and no more black hair— enough towels had been ruined by his attempts to keep his identity hidden from the world. he looks like new, and he looks like home.

"touya," it's all you can say, really, while you stand there as the door to his hospital room clicks shut behind you— all your brain can supply is touya. touya, touya, touya. because he's here, and he's alive, and he's in front of you again.

"where's my other girl—?"

he cocks his head a little, white tufted hair flopping over against a stiff hospital pillow as he gazes at the little girl hiding herself behind your leg— his little girl, who's hiding from him.

he smiles at her, something kind and soft— nothing that the world gets to see, that smile is reserved for his girls— before shifting his expression to an exaggerated pout.

"why're you bein' so shy, huh? s'it scary in here with all the machines?" you feel sayu's fist curl into the fabric behind your knee as she leans her cheek against your legs, staring at her dad but not making any moves just yet. your heart breaks, shatters into a thousand pieces, and you know touya's does too.

you reach back a little, offering her a wobbly smile as you push her hair out of her face and try your best to sound reassuring.

"it's okay, bug, s'just dad— even with machines 'nd bandages. still just him." she looks up at you, leaning her head into your hand for a second before reaching up to grab for it— coming around to stand next to you rather than behind you, with your hand clutched tight in both of hers.

sayu stares at him for a second, like she can't decide what to say, before settling for:

"your hair's like mine now."

touya scoffs out a laugh, a genuine one, and raises his hand to drag his fingers through the white she's talking about.

"it is, huh? maybe i wanted to match you, 'cause you're so cool." she's smiling now, cheeks growing a little rosy as she bounces just a little on the spot.

"can i sit with you?" he's already patting a spot on the bed, shifting over a little to make room.

"mhm, there's a special spot for an insect right here," you clearly don't do a good job of schooling the apprehension in your expression, because he's already waving your concern away with his hand. "s'okay, she can't do any more damage."

"that's not funny, touya." you huff at that, like a child who's stomping their foot at not getting there way, staring at him with wet eyes and a wobbly frown— letting sayu go anyway, knowing she deserves time with her dad. she's waited this long, it's not fair to hold her back from finally getting a cuddle with him.

he grins over at you, sayu already curling up in the space his forearm would've taken up if it was there.

"is a little bit. c'mere, lemme have both my girls close, yeah?"

"i don't wanna be in the way or anything."

he sighs, long and suffering but playful all the same, before waving you over with his hand. you stare at him still, like if you look away he'll disappear and leave you alone again.

"would you just get over here? 'm finally lookin' at you again, just- indulge me, please?" you laugh softly, choked up a little as you finally do give up and move over to his side— not sayu's side, that's hers— and curl into him as best as you can while half standing and half kneeling on the edge of the hospital bed.

"only because you said please." he lets out a quiet, sad laugh at that, leaning over a little to kiss your head— to kiss the crown, your forehead, to nudge your face up to meet his own and kiss you properly.

"missed you so much, y'know that? shouldn't have left you alone— damn it." he mumbles into the top of your head, the both of you now sniffly and trying to keep that dam intact and not have a full blown meltdown in front of your daughter.

"'m so glad you're okay. i was so scared, you know that? stupid man."

"i know baby, i know— never leave you again, you hear me? never." he kisses your head again, arm wrapped around you and hauling you to properly get on the hospital bed— dragging you up to lay against his chest, giving you the perfect view of your daughter like this. and she's cuddled into his side with wide eyes welled up with tears, and when she sniffles quietly touya's head is already snapping down to look at her.

"you cryin', bug?"

"sayu—"

"dad i missed you." she lets out a small sob, and it's the beginning of the end for her holding any kind of emotion back— the rest of her words a garbled mess of sniffles and tears. "can't go to work that long ever again— not even as a superhero."

"okay baby, you got it. dad's not goin' anywhere." he nudges her gently onto his lap, letting her cry it out as he presses kisses to her head and face— and when she eventually calms down enough to be coherent again, she points at his amputated limb.

"where'd your hand go?"

"ah, fell off at the elbow 'cause i didn't eat my vegetables— s'just what happens."

"FOR REAL?!"

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[bunnyyyuu]

even if he won't say it, touya really is a big softie for you.

you know it when you see the look on the league's faces when he lets you get close enough to touch—it's a "what the fuck is wrong with dabi?" look. you can see the confusion and near repulsion amplify tenfold when not only does he allow you to grasp his hand, he holds yours back. everyone in the LOV knows dabi would rather die than have anyone's hands near his scarred skin.

you know it when, on non-busy days, he follows you with a fake reluctance to the so-called "hangout spot" of the league's hideout. at this point, spinner is always asking you to "get dabi" because everyone knows he won't let anyone else drag him out. but when your big eyes plead with him to spend some quality time with the LOV, he just can't say no.

you know it when he hisses a sharp "no, get your own," when a soul dares to ask for a bite of his food (even if he's complaining about it being bad three seconds later), but will hand-feed you a big bite of your own. sometimes, he'll even offer you the rest if you really seem to like it.

you know it when he hides his face in a pillow as you diligently change the staples on his back. he knows he can do it himself—you know he can too, considering he was stapled up years before you met him—but he knows you'll do it better. you make sure his skin is aligned perfectly, each silver sliver placed evenly apart. you make him look like a work of art. it doesn't hurt like it used to, is what he always says, but he's still biting down on that pillow like he'll die otherwise.

you know it when your hand is wrapped around his cock under the covers while you two lie face-to-face. his hands are in your hair or on your waist as he bucks into your fist. white lashes are against cheeks, sheilding those teary turquoise eyes from you. even if the dim light, almost all of his pale flesh is dusted pink. when he's close, he'll pull you flush against him and duck his face into the crook of your neck. he keeps humping your hand, tip now rubbing and spreading a mess of pre against your soft stomach. he's whining, and he's greedy for you, and his whole body feels like it's on fire in a good way for once, and his brain is a mess except for one, consistent thought—you. "thank you," he rushes out of his lips between moans as he spurts cum on your tummy, "'love you."

you know it.

[smollsmule]

Ok ok but you wanna know the real tea?? I've read several beach fics at this point (which are all awesome btw, y'all are amazing writers) and it's a beloved staple to have Edwin be somehwat scandalised at everyone's beach outfits not to mention all flustered from seeing Charles in swim wear. Which is a Good Trope, don't get me wrong, I love that just as much as the next person

HOWEVER

I think actually it's Charles who should be more shooketh about Edwin in his funky lil edwardian two piece!!

Picture this. The year is 1916. You are 16 year old Edwin Payne with a bunch of repressed gay thoughts. Much unpleasantness happens, you die and get dragged to hell, even more unpleasantness happens, 70 years later you finally manage to claw your way up and suddenly women are allowed to vote. There's been not one but two world wars, several countries you grew up reading about in the news don't exist anymore and mini skirts are a thing now.

All I'm saying is, for all the teasing Edwin gets for "What is a handjob?" and "Crystal's internet", this kid was essentially thrust into a scifi world full of weird shit and gets mostly by via an attitude which can only be paraphrases as "fuck it, this might as well be a thing (maybe ask Charles about it later)". King of adaption, master of radical acceptance.

Charles on the other hand, and I say this with only love in my heart, is at his core a boomer. He was there for every tiny gradual shift from '89 to modern day. Sure, he was dead for most of that time, but that's not really relevant. All I'm saying is, seeing the bbc announce marriage equality was probably a bigger shock to Charles than it was to Edwin. That's a guy who already had to accept he will never fully wrap his head around home television.

Also consider the states of undress they've been exposed to seeing the other in. Edwin was stripped to his underwear in hell and still had his knees and elbows covered. And that was probably a more exposing outfit than he'd ever be comfortable with. His usual casual get up features a sweater vest for crying out loud! Meanwhile you have Charles going full 'ceps out in his undershirt first chance he gets. Edwin either got real cool with a lot of shit real fast or he would have combusted several times over those 30 years.

And yes yes, we've all seen Edwin "Haunted By Gay Thoughts" Payne's mental slideshow of abs n hips close ups after getting one (1) glance at the Cat King's stomach. But to his credit, the man was going through a full blown sexuality crisis at that and has since emerged victorious.

So all I'm saying is. Edwin seeing Charles shirtless at the beach? Probably not even the first time this is happening, a lil flustering for sure but just last week he saw two people making out nasty on the tube so hell if he knows. Charles seeing Edwin's kneecaps and upper arms for the first time? Incredible, show stopping, pride and predjudice 2005 hand flex level of suppressed horniness.

Anyway. I'm writing this fic now and none of y'all can stop me.

[bbluefllame]

hcs on how I think mha characters sleep

contains: pure silly stupidness

characters: tomura shigaraki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, izuku midoriya, toga himiko, plus one katsuki hc😭

note: LISTEN GANG I WAS SLEEPY BUT I COULDNT SKEEP SO I WAS LIKE OH EM GEE!!! keigo's went out of hand 😔😔😔

tomura shigaraki

- he usually sleeps in his normal attire, he has no energy to get up and change

- sleeps 4 hrs MAX

- his thumbs are always I mean always are covered by the rest of his fingers tightly, he probably decays mattresses every couple of months by accident

- either super light sleeper or super heavy no in-between, probably doesn't even sleep most of the time

- there's no pre-sleep routine. mf just plops down into the bed and blacks out OR he sleeps in his gaming chair😭

- if you're sleeping next to him, he would make sure he's facing the opposite side with his hands dangling at the edge of the bed just to make sure nothing happens to you.

- one thing that makes him black out is playing with his hair, like blackout like snore mimimimi type shit

- he's so still in his sleep, barely moves to the point you might think he's dead if he wasn't breathing‼️

- Overall he'd be a pretty good person to sleep next to (if he even sleeps) just make sure he doesn't have nightmares or everything is done and dusted (literally)

touya todoroki

- he either sleeps naked or something that can't snag on the staples/ irritate his scars (probably naked bcs have you seen his room?? ITS EMPTY EMPTY THERES NOTHING BESIDES HIS USUAL CLOTHES)

- I give him 5-6 hrs maybe then he wakes up but on nights where he's in too much pain, he takes a shit ton of painkillers and tries to sleep just to wake up 2 hrs later

-biggest snorer out there, complete opposite of tomura. esp w those lungs of his omg.

- you could be sleeping and BOOM 🚉 SNOREEEEEE HONKKKK you need earplugs with him, then he wakes up and goes "I don't snore, fuck you mean??"

- he tosses and turns 24/7 also he will 100% steal the blanket and kick you off, at this point it'd be more comfortable to sleep on the ground than to sleep next to him

- yk those videos where it's like someone tweaking while sleeping, like they roll around steal blankets and kick and stuff and do the craziest shit, yeah that's touya

- idk if he has a pre sleep routine I'm leaning towards it depends? he usually just makes sure his scars are clean so he doesn't get an infection and yk die!

- I conclude, a horrible person to sleep next to. Would much rather kms than tolerate a night of his torture!

keigo takami

- this bitch has 2 options, blackout the second he gets home in his hero attire, or if it's a day where he has to recover from an injury or something, these specific navy blue sweatpants and a black t-shirt

- depends on the day he's sleeping either 3 hrs or 9 hrs

- he doesn't snore but he talks in his sleep about the weirdest shit ever "noooo pls don't put me in the airfryer" he 100% has the weirdest fucking dreams to ever exist

- he never sleeps on his back, literally always on his stomach so his wings don't get in the way

- also on the topic of his wings, during said weird dreams if he's running away or something they start flapping and shit😭 it'd be so annoying to sleep next to him

- he sleepwalks 100% you look at that face and tell me he DOESNT?? he's a really light sleeper as well esp for nights where he might be called in

- definitely has a pre sleep routine (if he doesn't immediately blackout) ESP if you're living tg oh em gee, he'd have a longer skincare routine than you (tbf the skincare routine is kind of obligation from him to appeal to the civilians nd shit)

- he'd have a headband on his head pushing his hair back, washing his face, using a toner etcetera, and then going "baaaaaabeeee where'd you put my cosrx snail mucin, I know you used it" and he'd be all sassy and shit (twink cough cough sorry)

- if he's having a calm day, he's being the clingiest cutest little shit, you wanna go to eat? "nooo 5 minutes" . You wanna go to the bathroom? "Ugh be quick" while he's guarding the door waiting to tackle you and drag you back to bed. He's such a little (loving) shit

- he just lays there on top of you not willing to let go with a serene expression on his face, those days are rare though (fuck the commission 😠)

- random but he has some of the worst bed head you could ever see

- overall, kind of annoying to sleep next to (funny as well) but for him, who wouldn't tolerate it 🙏🏼

izuku midoriya

- before OFA bro used to get no sleep he'd have the most fucked up sleep schedule to ever exist ‼️‼️ like during weekends no sleep at all just staying up analyzing new heroes

- w OFA he's sleeping healthily or too much with the amount of energy he uses ESP in the first seasons when he breaks his bones a shit ton

- HIS SLEEP WEAR LMAOAOA funniest thing I've seen i don't have to say anything abt it 😭 a fucking shirt w " t-shirt" on it or sumn

- doesn't snore but moves a lot, and not even kicking?? just flipping side to side or clutching the blanket like he's a woman clutching her purse in the 1800s (no one's taking it from you calm down lil bro)

- occasionally he might talk but it's like 2 words then he flips to the other side

- no pre-sleep routine but that's bc he doesn't need one, his pre-sleep routine is studying or training, BUT bro has to be like wrapping his arms and hands at night or something bcs he's in pain (his arms are fucked up there's no way he doesn't have chronic pain)

- if you're forced to sleep next to each other (insert ur own fanfic idea of why) he would be so tense he'd have his hands by his side tryna not sleep so he doesn't annoy you, at this point, you'd be annoyed by how tense he is

- he's not a bad person to sleep next to tbf, just like he might be kinda annoying that's it

Toga Himiko

- she has pink pj's and everything she's such a cutie (some have blood on them but whoops accident!)

- she sleeps with plushies (her room is adorable. search it up pleek‼️), changes the plushie every night so "every single one of them feels loved"

- she sleeps pretty healthily although on the low side 6-7 hrs prolly, she's told by compress "You're a growing girl, you need your sleep" or something similar when she wakes up too early

- she's more giggles in her sleep rather than anything, maybe whispers a name then goes teehehehe, she's pretty calm in her sleep honestly

- she has a pre-sleep routine and it's adorable, if it's in the broke era she steals face masks (specifically hello kitty ones), moisturizers, toners, face washes and skips back to the base with a smile on her face

- has 100% forced a couple of the league members to use the face masks

- has music blasting (for some reason I see her playing like a g6 and bopping her head while putting stuff on) at 10 pm, she 100% has been forced to turn it off bcs it woke everyone up

- she's such a cuddly person as well but in the best way possible, before sleeping though 100% there's gonna be gossiping or just yapping tg

overall my favorite !! silliest girl to ever exist I luv her

bonus katsuki

- bro sleeps like a Victorian child dying from the plague, waiting for a true loves kiss type shit you'd see him and go "wtf okay disney princess😟"

[v6quewrlds]

❝ darling, j. bellingham. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: your boyfriend jude has been nothing but sweet the entire time you've been together. who knew a number 10 jersey with his name on the back would affect him so much?

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: first lil fic for jude <3. partially inspired by the 3-0 win over greece, but if it happened at wembley instead. really tried with the brit slang, someone pls confirm if it's shirt instead of jersey lol. day seven of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, trent being trent, oral fixation (kinda), oral sex (69), american writing english people.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: jude bellingham x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.2k.

"You look stunning babes!" Tolami practically shrieked as your approached the cluster of WAGs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The group of stylish women, all dressed to the nines in various shades of red and white to support the team, were huddled together, greeting each other after several months away at their partners' respective clubs. You had gone all out for today's match, your nails painted in the team's colors and your hair styled in perfectly poised waves that highlighted your cheekbones and the delicate gold hoops that danced against your neck.

"Thanks, love," you replied with a warm smile, giving your friend a quick hug. "I couldn't be caught looking anything less than leng next to you."

You glanced around the exclusive VIP area, your eyes scanning the pitch where the players were beginning their warm-ups. The electric atmosphere of the stadium was palpable, the throb of excitement pulsing through the air. The scent of freshly cut grass and the distant murmur of the crowd grew louder as you and Tolami took their seats.

During the match, your eyes never left Jude. His agility and precision on the pitch were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but feel a swell of pride watching him command the midfield. Each time he looked up at your section, his gaze searching for yours, you felt a flutter in your stomach. When he scored the game's second goal with a powerful strike from just outside the box, the women erupted in cheers, and you were on your feet, your hands covering your mouth in shock and delight.

After the final whistle, the team huddled together, their faces a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The crowd's roar was deafening as the players began to make their way towards the tunnel, and your heart raced in anticipation. He raised his hand up, gesturing for you to wait, and you nodded, your cheeks heating up under the ooh's of the other girls.

Once the team had disappeared into the depths of the stadium, you made your way down to the VIP lounge. The thrill of victory still hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the tang of energy drinks. You chatted idly with Tolami and Megan as you waited for the players to emerge from the locker room, your laughter echoing off the walls. When Jude finally appeared, Trent Alexander-Arnold by his side, your shoulder relaxed in relief.

"Y/N," the Liverpool man called out to you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "How's Jude holding up with that No Nut November bet? You keeping him honest, yeah?"

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a sigh at the juvenile banter that was a staple of the footballers' friendship. "Unfortunately, he's been a saint."

"It's only a matter of time before Trent gives up," Jude said, his own grin spreading as he approached the group of you. "Don't jinx it."

You playfully swiped at him, your eyes lighting up. "You know I believe in you."

Jude leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

As the two of you walked out of the stadium, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the heat of the game, Jude's hand found yours, his grip firm and possessive. The short drive to your flat seemed to take forever, the silence between you charged with unspoken thoughts. The streets of London were alive with fans, their cheers and chants a distant backdrop to your own private world.

Once inside, you slipped out of your shoes with a sigh of relief, and Jude's eyes followed your every move. He couldn't take his gaze off the England crest and his name emblazoned on the back of your shirt.

"You know, it's weird," he began, his voice a little rough. "Seeing you with my name on your back... it's like you're mine. Like, really mine."

You turned to face him, a smirk playing on your lips. "Is that all it takes to make me yours?"

Jude took a step closer, his eyes darkening. "You know it's more than that, babe." He reached out, his fingers tracing the letters of his surname on the fabric of your shirt. "But seeing you wear this, supporting me with my name on your back, it just makes me want to show you off."

You felt a thrill run through you at his words. You stepped closer, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "What's stopping you, Bellingham?"

Jude didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled you into his arms, kissing you with a hunger that surprised you. His hands roamed over your body, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, the warmth of his skin melting through the cool material of the shirt. You stumbled into the bedroom, your kisses growing more urgent as you went.

You broke away, your breathing heavy, and looked at him with a glint of challenge in your eyes. "You know, if you want to keep that bet with Trent..."

Jude's smoldering gaze stuck to your face as he peeled the shirt over your head, revealing the lacy lingerie you had chosen just in case. "We don't have to tell him," he murmured against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin lightly as his voice rumbled deliciously down your spine.

With a laugh that was half moan, you stepped away from him, slipping out of your jeans. "You're so full of it," you said, your voice breathless with excitement. "You can't just cheat your way out of a bet. What's the point?"

Jude's eyes never left yours as he shed his own clothes, his eyes dark with desire. "Who said anything about cheating?" he murmured, advancing on you with a predatory grace. "I'm just saying, a man's got needs, and you're looking too good. Who am I to resist what's mine?"

You felt a shiver of excitement run down your spine as Jude reached out, his fingertips tracing the edge of your bra. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, the air between the two of you crackling with sexual tension. "You're insatiable," you whispered, your voice a little shaky.

"Just for you," Jude said, his voice a gruff promise. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he kissed you again, deep and demanding. His touch was possessive, leaving no doubt in your mind that he meant every word. Your own hands roamed over his muscular chest, nails scraping lightly against his skin.

With a growl, he picked you up, carrying you to the bed as if you weighed nothing at all. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your body fitting against his like they were two pieces of a puzzle. The bedroom was a blur of movement as you tumbled onto the bed, the soft sheets contrasting with the hardness of his body. Jude's kisses grew more insistent, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth as his hands moved to the clasp of your bra.

The sound of the fabric giving way was lost in your muffled moans. His thumbs grazed your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You arched into his touch, your skin flushing with desire. "Jude," you gasped, your voice a whimper of need. He broke the kiss, his eyes raking over your exposed chest with a look that seemed to blister your skin.

Without wasting a moment, Jude's mouth found your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive peaks before his tongue swirled around them. Your breath hitched, your fingernails digging into his back as the sensation washed over you. "Jude, more, please," you begged, your voice a throaty whisper. Jude's mouth continued its movements as he complied, his teeth tugging gently before his mouth closed around your nipple, suckling with a fervor that had your back arching off the bed.

Jude's hands roamed your body, his thumbs dipping into your waistband to tease the sensitive flesh just above your hips. Your hands weren't idle either, exploring the planes of his back, your nails scraping against the firm muscles as you pulled him closer.

With a sudden jolt of energy, you rolled the two of you over so you were on top, straddling him. "My turn," you whispered, your eyes sparkling with arousal. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him, your teeth grazing his bottom lip before your tongue darted out to taste him. His hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening as you began to rock against him, feeling his length grow beneath you.

Jude's breath hitched as you kissed along his neck, your teeth scraping the sensitive skin just enough to make him shiver. He could feel the heat building between you two, the need growing more intense with every passing moment. "Serena," he groaned, his voice thick with want.

With a wicked smile, you slid off him, your eyes studying his face as you reached for his boxers. You took your time, enjoying the way his body reacted to your every touch. Finally, you pulled them down, revealing his hard length. You took him in your hand, stroking him gently, watching his reaction with a sense of power that thrilled you to the core.

Jude's eyes rolled back, his hips bucking upward as you touched him. "Fuck," he muttered, his hand coming up to cover yours, guiding your movements. "You're killing me, babe."

Your smile grew wider as you leaned into him, your breath hot against his skin. "Good things come to those who wait," you sang under your breath, your teeth grazing his earlobe. You kissed a trail down his chest, your tongue tracing the lines of his abs before finally reaching his cock. You took him into your mouth, the velvet heat of your lips wrapping around him, your tongue swirling in a way that made him groan.

His hands tangled in your hair as you took him deeper, your movements deliberate and teasing. He could feel the tension in his body winding tighter and tighter, the urge to push you down and fuck you senseless growing stronger with every passing second. "Babe, hold on," he ground out, his voice tight with restraint. "Sit on my face, 69. Wanna taste you."

With a light giggle, you complied, straddling his head. The scent of your arousal filled the room, making his mouth water as his tongue found your clit. You gasped, your movements faltering as you focused on the delicious sensation of his mouth on you. Your hand stroked him in time with his tongue, the sound of your moans mixing with the wetness of your desire.

Your body began to tense, your movements growing more frantic as you felt the orgasm building within you. Jude's hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to devour you, his tongue flicking and swirling in a pattern that had you seeing stars. "Oh god," you whispered, your voice a hoarse plea.

Jude felt your thighs tighten around his head, your body shaking with the beginnings of climax. With a triumphant groan, he pushed his tongue deeper, feeling your muscles spasm as you came. Your hips rocked against his face, your tongue still working his cock. The sensation was overwhelming, and with a final, desperate stroke, he too reached the edge, his body tensing as he released into your mouth.

You sat up, swiping your tongue across your lips, a smug smile playing on your face as you turned to face your boyfriend. Jude all but whimpered as your mouth fell open to reveal you had swallowed him completely. With a giggle, you watched as Jude lay there, his chest heaving, his eyes closed in bliss.

"All this over a shirt?" you teased, your voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and amusement.

"It's not just the shirt," he murmured, his eyes finally opening to meet yours. "It's knowing that you're mine, that you're supporting me in every way possible." He reached up, his fingers tracing the outline of your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "That I'm the one who gets to take you home after games like this."

The words sent a thrill through you, and you leaned down to kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his lips. Jude's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his hands roaming over your body in a silent show of strength and possession.

Your bodies were slick with sweat, your hearts pounding in unison as you broke away, panting for air. Jude rolled you over again, his muscles flexing as he positioned himself above you, his cock still hard and demanding. "Round two?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

Your eyes widened, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of pleasure. "You're unbelievable," you whispered, but you didn't protest as he nudged your thighs apart. Jude's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with lust as he settled between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. You felt the heat of him, the promise of more pleasure, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP Fanfic idea: The Fib

Danny Fenton has told many lies to conceal his secret. It was hard at first, considering Danny had never been good at lying, but over the years, he improved.

In fact, he got so good, he couldn't stop letting fibs fall from his mouth anymore. Sometimes he wasn't even sure why he lied, since it had nothing to do with Phantom.

It was almost a natural response whenever he felt nervous or stressed. Or whenever a stranger asked a question about himself, and suddenly, Danny was two minutes into a hilarious story that never happened. He heard himself, but he couldn't stop.

At one point, Danny found himself lying awake at night, mentally reviewing every conversation he had had, wondering why he had said what he had said. He started to worry when he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't.

It seemed most days, when he spoke, it was about an entirely entertaining memory he wanted to retell, only for Tucker to cut in, confused. "That never happened."

Danny would grow quiet, generally confused, staring at his best friend with wide eyes. "Sure it did. Don't you remember?"

But Tucker didn't. Neither did Sam, and the phrase "That never happened" became a staple in their conversations. So did eye rolls, scoffs, mocking smiles, and short, tried frowns.

They didn't like that he lied so often, and soon they didn't believe him. No matter what Danny chatted about, he could tell that his best friends found fault in nearly all his conversations. Little by little, Danny's lies piled and piled until he forced himself to not speak.

If he didn't speak, then he couldn't lie. It seemed foolproof.

Until he found that he rarely spoke, and now his friends eyed him with worry instead of exasperation. The dread that grew in Danny's stomach was so overwhelming that more and more lies burst to life in his chest, smothered by his forced muteness.

Tucker and Sam were pulling away. Or it felt like it. Like a wall was being built between them, while a clock counted down to the little time he had left with them. The more he noticed the distance, the larger it seemed to grow, and soon he felt a twig of unease at the idea of Tucker or Sam asking to spend time with him outside of school.

He would find any excuse, any fib, about having to go straight home as soon as the dismissal bell rang. Danny would race home without letting them get a word in, desperate to escape everything and everyone.

Locked behind his bedroom door, Danny finally felt like he could breathe. He would often wander out of his room to deep clean the house, sometimes with music blaring from the speakers, and to grab meals, but most of his time was spent in his room.

His parents were happy he was taking his chores so seriously, to the point he would even do Jazz's until she moved away. Jazz felt pride when she caught him buried in textbooks, desperately trying to smother out the little voice whispering in his mind.

Liar. Liar. Liar, liar, liar.

It was easier to block out that voice while studying. His grades improved dramatically as a result, even when he had to rush to fight a ghost.

When he caught up with his studying, he stumbled across Jazz's fantasy books. Stories of faraway lands with heroes who never buckled under any daunting circumstances. He felt comforted by their stories, and the hours passed as he flipped page after page.

Soon, Danny followed Jazz to the local library, searching for more and more novels. There wasn't a second that Danny didn't wish he weren't reading something, even when he was with Sam and Tucker.

Then Jazz showed him a website where fans wrote stories of their favorite books, movies, or comics. All accessed from the library computers or from home computers.

She called it fanfiction. He couldn't get enough of it.

In those small moments, Danny wasn't lying. He wasn't panicked over something he couldn't pinpoint. He wasn't watching his every word, his every action, or the room. He wasn't cleaning or studying like he was being held at gunpoint.

He was happy. He was safe.

He was also sinking further and further into a shell. Now he searched for corners of the rooms, for places that provided internet access, and for bags that allowed him to carry books and journals.

Having the controllable urge to lie turned out to make one an excellent storyteller, and Danny was trying his hand at his own fan fiction from his favorite book series.

Danny's friends still tried to pull Danny away from the corner of the room, away from his phone screen, which was the only thing keeping him calm among the crowds. Crowds now scared Danny in a way he's never encountered before.

Not even when fighting ghosts. Those were easy fears. He just had to punch them hard enough. But the way his stomach dropped when he noticed how many people were in the room was much harder to deal with.

His bullies didn't seem to care that Danny was getting worse. In fact, ever since he got an award for being one of the top scorers in the overall grade, they doubled down. Danny had just been a dork before, but suddenly he became smart.

Brighter than any of them. That seemed to be a personal insult to the other students. How could they lose to a loser? Now, it wasn't just Dash hurling insults or stuffing him into a locker; instead, the entire school seemed to grow hostile.

Sam and Tucker snapped and sneered at anyone who insulted Danny, still supporting him in both his civilian life and his ghostly existence, even if it felt like they were closer to each other than he was, but it wasn't enough.

His parents were starting to worry, asking him day after day if anything was wrong, but Danny couldn't put into words where and how it all went wrong. So he started snapping. Growing defensive.

Practically hissing when his mother or father so much as made an inquiry about his day. Nevertheless, it ended in numerous screaming matches and multiple groundings.

Two years passed, and Danny wasn't showing any signs of approval. He didn't really talk to Tucker or Sam outside of school anymore. They were friendly, but only in class and during breaks, because Danny hadn't put in the necessary effort to keep their friendship as strong as it once was.

He had burned the bridge between them, and Danny wasn't sure how to begin rebuilding it. Life had become dull, with reading and writing being the only sources of joy.

Everything else felt like a chore. School. Friends. Parents. Ghost duties. Something he had to do but didn't really enjoy. It worried him, just as his lying did.

Why was he like this? Why couldn't he feel as happy as he was when he was a kid? He no longer wanted to work with NASA. Or anywhere. He didn't have dreams or hopes for the future like he had when he was fourteen. Where had all of that gone?

He approached Jazz about it when he turned sixteen. His sister was away at university, working on her degree in psychology, and figured she had a better chance of understanding what was wrong with him. She had gone away sooner than he had thought, as she passed the exam to skip a few grades and started college earlier.

Jazz had been one of the few awarded a full-ride scholarship to Gotham U, the best school in the country for Psychology. He'd been so proud of her.

His stories online had grown both in quality and following. It felt like it was the only level of validation and happiness in his bleak life.

"I think you're in a rut," Jazz had said. " A change of scenery would do you good. Have you thought about my offer?"

A couple of months ago, before Danny's junior year started, his sister had placed a folder on his desk. It contained bank statements for an account she started for him, titled "Danny's education," and information for the same scholarship she had gotten.

Wayne Scholars were for the university or for Gotham Academy (the high school for the rich and elite that would eventually become Gotham U). She wanted him to try for the scholarship and moved to Gotham with her.

Got out of Amity Park, away from the ghosts and the bullies, claiming now that their parents had taken down the Ghost Portal as ordered by the Justice League Dark, Danny didn't have a reason to stay.

Danny breathes deeply. "Okay. I'll go to Gotham."

He got the scholarship. Tucker and Sam had congratulated him with a cake in the school parking lot- it was the wrong flavor. Danny hadn't liked strawberry cake since he was fifteen. He preferred chantilly cakes now, and they seemed relieved when he declined going out to eat to celebrate.

There really wasn't anything left for him here.

It was easy enough to move into the dorms that Mr. Wayne had built for his scholarship awardees; Jazz lived in the neighboring building as a college student. The city was large, with a whole lot more to do than Amity Park ever did.

Jazz seemed to make it her goal to show him everything in the first month, and he found himself breathing more easily with each passing day. His sister, now more mature and confident in herself in a way she hadn't been back at home, became his rock.

She listened to him babble about his fanfictions for hours, came over to watch movies, and talk about cute boys or girls. Jazz had come out as bisexual, which surprised Danny, if only because it started making him think about how he tended to have similar thoughts to hers when it came to attractive girls and boys.

He became close to Jazz, just as he had been with Sam and Tucker, and it didn't take long for him to realize he had finally found a best friend again. He hadn't told a lie in a long time. His grades were still high even if he wasn't the top anymore; the material was much more complex than Amity's, so he wasn't number one, but he was up there, and he wasn't losing himself in fantasies as often anymore.

Kids at Gotham Academy seemed content to ignore him, so Danny had no bullies. His sister helped him get a makeover at her girlfriend's fashion boutique. Gone were the baggy clothes that he used to hide behind and find comfort in, and in which the trendy outfits were pieced together to make him stand out.

Sally, Jazz's girlfriend, knew how to make someone feel good in their own skin, having studied fashion and worked as a personal style assistant.

Life was starting to gain color again. He was feeling good.

Until he ran into his first ghost.

Thankfully, the ghost wasn't the violent sort, but she did seem excited to be seen. Danny had learned from Jazz that, outside of highly potent ectoplasm locations, such as Amity Park, most ghosts could not be seen, heard, or felt.

It's why his parents weren't able to find proof of ghosts despite moving to the most haunted city in the USA until the portal came into play. Gotham, with all its death and danger, surprisingly had very low levels of ectoplasm, but Jazz theorized it was due to another force smothering the natural ectoplasm.

She claimed Gotahm was cursed and that he was stealing natural resources like ectoplasm. Danny had yet to find proof of this curse, and he didn't exactly believe in it.

The only reason Danny or Jazz could see ghosts at all was due to the years of exposure from their parents' experiments, as well as the few years they spent bathing in the Ghost Portal's residue. It was easy to tell them apart from other people.

They had all the characteristics of the ghosts Danny was familiar with —oddly colored skin, a glow around them, and dressed in odd outfits —but the ghosts formed in low-level ectoplasm areas lacked powers beyond the top three.

Invisiblity, flight, and intangibility.

Jazz advises him to not react to them, otherwise people would think they were crazy, just like Amity Town once called his parents the town freaks. Neither of them wanted to relive that particular part of their childhood.

"I just want my son to know about the safe I hid in Old Gotham, inside the Seven Ring Hotel. It's in room 209, behind the wall in the bathroom. It's still there, I check on it every day, and he must get to it before they take down the building next month! Please, please pass on the message. " The ghost follows after Danny as he scrambles to get to class. He made the mistake of making eye contact with her, and now she wouldn't leave him alone. "Please, I swear I'll leave you be afterwards."

Danny struggles to keep his face even as she flouts near his locker, attempting to block his view of it. He grabs his books, stopping only to adjust his uniform blazer in the locker mirror, and catches sight of one of his classmates staring at him in the reflection.

Throughout his transfer, a solid five months in, with summer break fast approaching, he had noticed that the guy was always watching him. He isn't sure what he did to grab Jason Todd's attention, but the rumors flying around school didn't paint a good image of him.

He was the ward of the man paying for Danny's education, but there were rumors of him being involved with street gangs and other crimes while he was on the streets. Whispers of Bruce Wayne only taking him in on the suspicion that Todd was his bastard, after his mother had overdosed, only to find the boy stealing tires and running drugs.

Danny didn't mind the rumors too much, but Todd was a year younger than Danny and thus didn't share any classes together. They only passed by each other in the hallway.

He glances over his shoulder to give the kid a nod. Todd practically leaps out of his skin at the acknowledgment, throwing his locker door closed and racing away, flushed at being caught staring.

The ghost at his side, a beautiful blond woman, gasps. "That was him! My son! Oh, Jason looks so smart in his uniform. I wish I could tell him how proud I am. I never got an education, you know. I fell into drugs and ruined my chances, but my boy. He's got out of Crime Alley. I wish I could hug him. "

Danny pauses, closes his eyes in defeat, and turns to run after the fleeing kid. He doesn't quite think of what he was going to say once he caught up to him, but he couldn't just ignore Catherine anymore. Not when her voice wobbled like that.

"Hey! Wait up!" He calls, causing a few people to turn to him, but once they realize he's speaking to Todd, they look away. Though many are obviously eavesdropping, and that causes a familiar stone to drop in his stomach.

It's been five months. He hated how quickly it came back.

"Yes?" Todd says breathlessly as Danny just stares at him.

Suddenly, words vanish from his mind, and Danny feels old habits spring up before he can stop himself. Words burn on his tongue, and a fib flies off of it before he can figure out why. "Are you free this weekend? I heard the Seven Ring hotel was going to be torn down. Want to go on an exploring date?"

"What-um-yes hello." Todd gasps like he's choking on the words. "Wait, a date, like a romantic date?"

"Yeah. If you swing that way. I've been captivated by you for some time, ever since I saw you reading the Lock Down Series." Danny smiles, his face and body relaxing as if he hadn't been screeching on the inside.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. What are you even saying?!

Catherine makes a noise of disapproval. "Now hang on a minute. Jason is too young to date."

At the same time, Todd lets out a nervous little laugh, "I do swing. That way, I mean. I swing many ways. I love going on dates. I'd be happy to go on a date with you. I'm Jason."

Danny's smile grows wider, a little amused that someone else is as adept at social interactions as he is. He glances at the clock, ignoring the fuming mother, to notice he's only got a minute before the next bell rings. "Great, I have class now, but I'll meet you on Saturday at five in front of the Gotham Horse statue? I'm Danny."

"Yes! I'll be there!" Todd calls towards his back, prompting Danny to raise a hand lazily over his shoulder. The second he sits at his desk, he has a panic attack.

"What have I done!?"

"That's what I want to know!" Catherine sneers, but Danny ignores her in favor of sending a panic text to Jazz.

Hopefully, his sister has advice on how to handle his latest fib.