#Luckily the kids at least got a better education

[raeofgayshine]

Wish there was a way to begin to explain what happened tonight during stream because there’s some kind of gold in Jim thinking that Riddler is fairy (like tinkerbell) but everyone else just thinks he’s calling Ed a slur and the pipeline it leads down, connecting to Bruce thinking babies come from kissing, all the way to Jim asking Ed and Oswald if Tim was “their fairy baby and Tim telling Steph “I think Jim just called me a fairy.” Steph: “sorry you had to find out this way, but we all kind of knew.”

[thatdeadaquarius]

Harry Potter/Genshin Impact Crossover Fun🎉

for @kiraisastay my beta reader for the big fat Eldritch AU awhile back! :)

“…a genshin/Harry Potter crossover where reader (still fem) comes from genshin (so she has a vision) and tries to fit in at Hogwarts (would love for it to be set around the Goblet Of Fire so the hp characters in that age start maturing and actually understand what happens around them and aren't little kids , plus, y'know, YULE BALL), would also like for the reader to have a more stoic/emotionless personality with tragic past (so like having scars y'knowww) cuz it makes character building a lot more juicy ahah, but you can write it however you want tho!! (this can be funnier to write if you're feeling a lot creative)”

UGH sorry i took forever! im rlly bad at estimating time...

I hope this is a fun read at least, and thanks for much for taking on that eldritch monster fic awhile back lol

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Orbit: Long Headcanon/fic-thing (~2k words) - Harry Potter x Genshin Impact Crossover (4th Year)

Sun: Feminine Reader (she/her), Slytherin Reader, Reader is 15-16 year old.

Stars: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Viktor Krum, mentions of others.

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Reader has rough past, & Trigger Warnings: vague mentions of scars, Reader has bad relationship with parents.

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You’re so fucking happy your Cryo Vision came with you.

You knew you were in a different country, one you definitely had never been to before, but you couldn’t figure out for the life of you where it was at first

Your first guess was Fontaine, but the robes and strange overuse of catalyst weapons (actually, only catalyst weapons??) began to convince you otherwise real quick,

Fontaine was just the closest country you could compare it to

yeah so obviously by the time u realized you shouldn't be waving a sword around, it was too late lmao, u scared the shit out of the potions shopkeeper and had to make a hasty exit

bc for some reason any other weapon than a catalyst is shamed here?? which makes no sense to you, as it seems like their “magic” here could just as easily be channeled into different weapons/items??

u guess not having monsters to randomly fight everytime u just wanna take a walk outside makes for a pretty peaceful world, and specifically this country ”England” or the “United Kingdom”

u had taken a week or so to re-orient yourself to this new world, how only a certain society knew about their magic, how there were no gods here, at least not any u could easily interact with, and that most people your age would be in school still???

while u could choose to pursue higher education or specialize in Sumeru’s Akademiya, basic schooling was still provided in every country in Teyvat up until about 15 years old

but at this point u were willing to do what it took to blend into this world, and u didnt want anyone to be asking how old u were/why u werent in school when you wandered around, so u went to Hogwarts

It also proved to be a good way to acquaint urself with the world/its magic and give u a place to better excuse any social or magical mistakes

But needless to say, u struggled, u had to constantly find some workaround for “magic” from the wands/catalysts in classes

and luckily they took u being a transfer student pretty smoothly, as u were just in time for the “Triwizard Tournament” to be announced and other schools were coming to participate, u easily got accepted in

and the only one who batted an eye at it was the weird old Headmaster, who u already suspected knew more abt u than he was letting on (Dumbledore seemed to have eyes everywhere the more u learned, which made u more suspicious of him too)

you'd been sorted into Slytherin, along with the Russian magical students, (Durmstrang?)

of which you had absolutely no frame of reference for how bad that was, other than being accused of literally being from the Abyss 💀

while the rest of the student body treated u with the basic contempt u learned all Slytherins just seemed to kind of get all the time, ur own house was a little more confusing when it came to you

some were curious abt all the scars, the strange glowing snowflake gem that u concealed on ur hip, what ur country was like and what the magic school over there was like (thank fuck for ur poker face and insane lying skills that made it believable)

(there was absolutely a rumor abt u pulling a sword on Filch at some point, u neither denied nor supported it)

the other half of the slytherins were all uptight about u possibly being a “Muggleborn” and sneered at u every chance they got (some weird blond kid a year or 2 below you??)

or they outright ignored u

tbh u didn't really get much genuine favor between Slytherins just being Slytherins and ur own reputation/cold disposition until Professor Snape saw how good u were at potions a month into this insanity

(it was just basic alchemy? nearly everyone, especially Vision-users, knew how to do it back home? why was it so special here?? u had this kind of question a lot in this world over most things, like the “muggles dont know abt magic” thing, it seem like more trouble than its worth.)

U both got along in the same way a cold-demeanor father bonds with his carbon copy cold-demeanor daughter lol

in which he invited u for tea sometimes out of polite extra teaching for “ur future plans of being a potion master, like myself”

which okay?? u were better than most ur age at potions bc of alchemy (which u learned is taught at higher levels of potion mastery) and its not like you've figured out how to get back to ur world anytime soon

so u just roll with that being ur “future career” for now, it makes the old emo professor happy so u figure why not

And its the first scrap of favor you’ve found here so it works

Tho u did complain at Snape for picking on Gryffindors, saying “ur rlly not helping that Slytherin reputation for tall dark and evil here”

He proceeded to make u clean and reorganize his potion stores for that lol

(Tho he did start to lighten up the more u picked on him abt it, the poor kid with huge round glasses followed you with his huge green eyes for weeks, he seems to be the only one who's really realized ur the one convincing Snape to mellow out)

U begin researching information (thanks to Snape) in the forbidden part of the library abt different worlds/time travel, anything thatd put u close to possibly getting back home

Or, to be honest, a portal would be better, bc youd like to come back here sometimes,

Its not like u have family back home (not any who you'd want to visit), mostly just a few good friends who'd be worried abt u (Childe misses his sparring partner for sure)

Which then leads u to noticing that boy with the black hair and big round glasses (was it smth like,,, harold sculptor? Atp that seems like a feasible name to you bc in this world parents rlly were cruel abt naming their kid “feathery” or smth wild)

Harold and two others, one with fluffy long hair, and the other a redhead,

Were attempting to “spy” on u from behind bookshelves or at tables seated near the forbidden section

U saw them learn the times u came there and how they made sure to match them (tho it seems the redhead got bored easily and begged to eat instead)

You'd actually managed to make friends with some Durmstrang friends in the meantime too

And by that u mean Viktor Krum mostly

Ppl were constantly obsessed with him and he'd managed to escape up the astronomy tower to get some peace and quiet,

Only to run into u reading away, and he'd heard abt ur reputation, and wanted to befriend u

U two got along rlly well, lots of peaceful silences, and chill convos, esp since u guys had some stuff in common

Mostly how ur both foreign to Hogwarts/this country and adjusting still

Anyway that is to say, Viktor teased u abt the ducklings following u around everywhere thinking they were sneaky

And this was a routine u got used to, until it was time for the tournament

You hadnt bothered to put ur name in, u didnt feel like risking ur life for no reason afterall

So needless to say u were pissed when rumors went around abt u putting Harol- Harry's name in the goblet

(u finally learned his name, apparently he's famous for not dying? As a baby?? A powerful tyrant evil wizard wanted to kill him as a baby??? Just,, why)

Not only that but then he was obligated to be in the tournament???

U knew there was smth insane abt this school, bringing back this crazy tournament in the first place, somehow getting Harry's name in the goblet,

but u didn't think they were batshit crazy.

(Dumbledore is not helping his case in your eyes, esp as u suspect he’s got Snape involved in his BS too somehow…)

So needless to say you were going to fix this mess since these seasoned “wizard adults” weren't 😒

You snuck into the Great Hall using a high level alchemy invisibility amulet, and used ur Cryo vision to extinguish the Goblet of Fire 💀

It reset the game, and luckily they were able to resubmit the champions to the Triwizard Tournament and hide away the Goblet before it got tampered with again

Lol u got Harry out of it, and it wasnt until later in the library that u get cornered by the Gryffindor fourth year himself

He admits to seeing u under his invisibilty cloak that night and thanks you for getting him out of that hell, poor kid looks so grateful 😭

But regardless of that, he insists u tell him abt the ice spell u used, how u used it wandless, with no incantation, etc.

You just gave him a small smile (his big green eyes look even more shocked behind the glasses, what, was that old professor right? do u rlly not smile that much?) and tell him he owes u one

He agrees and u go on ur way to the forbidden section

(U dont explain the ice, afterall, who would believe him? You werent even that much older, and only “master wizards” could do what u did)

After that, Harry starts to follow u around a lot more,

much to the annoyance of his redhead friend (Rodrick? Rocky? smth with a R-) and the absolute admiration of the younger girl with big hair

the champions start the first trial, and u help Viktor out with a plan to defeat the dragon and get the egg in one piece (u had lots of experience with monsters after all, and Viktor and Snape, who couldn't keep his big nose out of your business, were simultaneously disturbed and yet not surprised by this information)

it works flawlessly, and that's when you notice the new DA teacher acting suspicious

as the champions gear up for the 2nd trial, u help Viktor try to figure out the egg’s secrets,

Both Harry and Hermione have taken to interrupting ur library research time (u finally learned her name, but not the redhead, he seemed a bit rude tbh so u don't care to know)

after brainstorming (well more like talking at the brick wall that was Snape) with the old potions professor over tea gossip time again, u finally figure out how to get the egg open without screaming, and tell Viktor

Who thanks u by taking u to the Yule Ball, but u only manage the first dance before u get absorbed in the food and the cool decor, and u also convince him to gossip with u in the corner too

(u do appreciate having a reason to dress up at least, as you attempt to imitate the Tsaritsa herself with this dress)

U notice further on into the night that Hermione ran out looking upset, and ur “girl’s girl” instinct kicks in, (regardless of ur neutrality for her, u lie to urself) and follow her outside to comfort her

u talk, and tho ur cold demanour did intimidate her a little, after she realized u were genuinely trying to help her, she took u up on the offer, and asked if u two could be friends since she’s “surrounded by stupid Gryffindor boys all the time”

u agreed amused, and convinced her to join Viktor and u in ur gossip session, which Harry (after humiliating himself on the dance floor), joined in later as well

(You may or may not have iced the floor secretly under the redhead’s and the equally annoying prissy Slytherin blonde’s feet, sending them sprawling on top of each other, so neither would come bother u four)

Over the next week you hear from Hermione’s researching/studying sessions with you that Ron did apologize to her, of which u advised her to get revenge on him anyway lmao

Harry at one point came groaning and complaining to you abt Cedric bothering him abt the egg problem, and u went ahead and gave it to him

Finally the next task was here, something abt rescuing smth underwater that mattered to each of the champions

u were immediately on ur guard when Dumbledore called u and 3 other seemingly random ppl to ur office (but u began to connect the dots after realizing one of them was the little sister of the Fontai- French Champion)

only to deflect the spell that would've knocked u out, and instead pretend to be knocked out

u obv kept ur Vision on u at all times, as always, and realized what was happening as the teachers levitated u all out to the lake

Snape snapped about being the one in charge of you, (and lowkey told u he knew u were awake, did he sound a little,, proud?? no, not Snape surely of all ppl)

Viktor did end up fishing you out, which he said u “looked like a very unhappy drenched old tom cat” while swimming to shore, (u awkwardly pat him on the back for thinking ur the best part of Hogwarts, and then smacked him for getting u kidnapped to go into a freezing lake)

and u also ended up helping Viktor rescue the other girl left behind, and froze some of the mermaids’ tails in the water for their trouble

Fleur was so grateful that she came to hunt you (and Viktor too at the time) for helping her and her sister that she came to thank u two again while at the library

which then led to her sometimes hanging around ur table at the library (everyone avoids it like the plague initially bc of you, but now youve got a gaggle of wizards rotating out all the time, like the younger years Harry/Hermione/Ron, Viktor, and now Fleur)

by the time the third trial rolls around, youve taken to bullying the prissy blonde brat a year below you to keep him from not only bothering Harry and Hermione, but also ur own peace and quiet

The other Slytherins are beginning to warm up to you, or at least not actively ignore you, since you’ve been hanging around Viktor Krum, along with gaining favor from Snape more obviously (he’d plopped a singular towel in ur lap after getting out of the lake, and u might as well have “Snape’s Favorite” written across ur forehead for all that means)

(also some of them may or may not find u roasting the annoying blonde bully kid amusing too)

it isn't until u see the creepy retired Aura (or whatever they call their knights) DA professor milling about the castle more, nearer the Gryffindor tower, that you begin to warn Harry to spread the word among his little lion club to not travel alone, esp in the evenings

(u don't like how his weird rolling blue eye looks thru you, it reminds u of Dumbledore)

by the time the third trial is finally announced, you have ur sights set on that weird old man, and end up following him to his classroom at one point,

in which he cracks open a rattling trunk, tosses some food in, and seems to have definitely stolen what you assume to be the Triwizard trophy

he casts a spell on it, and you put on that same invisibiltiy amulet from alchemy to better follow him, and watch him sneak into Dumbledore’s office to return the trophy

(You break the “portkey” spell you find on it)

(you also leave a note behind on the headmaster’s desk to look into a trunk in the new DA professor’s classroom storage, and to be more careful hiring the next one.)

Harry somehow gets sucked into the maze you find out, and you end up sneaking in to save him, using your sword and Cryo Vision to battle him out

(finally, Archons, you didnt realize how much you'd miss fighting monsters)

Aurors descend upon Hogwarts, only just after the trial ends, and Viktor wins (you trained him too well for him to not, and may or may not have viciously sparred with him a little too much for him to not be a little afraid of the consequences of losing after you helped him so much lol)

Just as Harry is taken in by Dumbledore for questioning of how he got trapped in the maze, he runs back to nearly squeeze the life out of you in a hug, he tells you thanks for helping him again (and forced u to promise to teach him sword fighting or “ice magic”)

Then, surprisingly, the entirety of Durmstrang (and some Slytherins??) haul you up into the air with Viktor to celebrate his victory

(You can see Snape snickering at ur misery in the air)

Viktor and Fleur stay penpals, and the “golden trio” (more like “gryffindor triplets”) sticks around your library table

and you think you could start to get used to this, and Harry, Hermione, and Snape had gotten you a Yule/winter gift

(what’s Christmas. and why is everyone obsessed with decorating trees??)

…that is until Hermione looks over your shoulder one day at your usual reading table, and points to a book you’ve chosen for research,

saying “if you need to make a portal somewhere, that’s the book you should be looking in.”

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i hope you liked it!! and that it wasn't too much of a clusterfuck/chaos that was barely readable 😅

again, thanks for being patient with me, and here's finally ur payment for dealing with my ass lmao

Happy late new year!!

Safe Travels Kirarisastay,

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[bitchapalooza]

Some father-son hcs for Giacomo and Larry!

Larry was roughly 30 when Giacomo was born. (Larry is 46 now!)

Hes very serious when he says it was the happiest day of his life. He was nearly late because he was at work when he got the call, but luckily he got there in time.

But when he finally got to hold Giacomo in his arms, he was so happy! He didn't feel overworked or sleep deprived for once. He was giddy. Hed been waiting so long to meet him after being told he was going to be a dad. He felt like he actually had a reason to work so hard and so much.

When he and his wife divorced, it was mutual but still pretty rocky. Giacomo was about 5 when it happened. He remembers just being confused and wondering why he was visiting his grandparents so often until suddenly his dad is moving out without them and his mom is selling the house and moving into an apartment.

When Larry started dating again, Giacomo didnt know how to feel. And like any confused 7 year old, he kind of took it out on the woman his dad was seeing— Katy.

He was never really mean or did anything mean, its more like he always chose to ignore her when she'd try talking to him. Happened more often when Giacomo found out Larry and Katy had been dating for several months before introducing Katy to him! He felt like Larry was lying to him when he brought her over for dinner! His little kid brain just assumed they just met that exact day lmao

He mainly acted this way, though, because he thought his mom was gonna leave if Larry and Katy got married 😭

When his mom finally explained to him that nothings gonna happen to her and she'll be his mom forever and Katy wasn't planning anything, he settled down. Still was weary of Katy, but at least he was more open to her like telling her his interests for example.

Now, Gia and Katy are on good terms of course. He was the ring bearer for their wedding and he was super serious about his job!

Larry and Giacomo used to be much closer than they are now. Giacomo used to be so excited about his summer weekends with his dad, but for the past couple summers, Giacomo's been distant and recently has been holing himself up at his base.

Larry did try to speaking to him about going back to school and getting serious about his education, especially if he wished to go to college like he planned, but Giacomo wasnt having any of it. Even brought up the fact that hes not home often enough to even know whats going on so maybe he should "back off". But Gia never made the effort to let either of his parents know what was going on in the first place.

Things are... Not better, but at least Gia doesn't get upset or yell at his parents anymore. Since dealing with his bullies, his attitude has improved.

When Larry did learn about the bullying, he was not happy. Especially when no one from the old staff told him until recently when Gia came out about himself.

Larry's idea of having fun outtings with Gia are taking him out to eat and taking him to work 💀

He doesn't get Gia's interests, but tries his best to encourage them if they make him happy.

Larry prides himself on not raising a spoiled child. He taught Gia, from a young age, to ALWAYS work hard for his money. He never once spoiled Gia and always assigned him chores in order to earn his allowance. And once he started Pokémon training and earning money through battles, Larry sat Gia down so he could properly learn how to save and budget money.

He was realistic with him that working in the real world wasn't going to be great, even if you've gotten your dream job. There's always set backs and you have to learn to live with them. Sometimes you may have to choose between work and making a living or your desires. And Gia has kept these lessons in mind.

Larry honestly misses the days when Gia was so small. During his paternity leave, Larry spent so much time bonding with Gia before he got busy with work again. He'd sit in the chair in his nursery, holding Giacomo to his chest so he'd hear his heartbeat, copying exactly how Gia's mom held him.

The first time Gia got sick it was an ear infection. He was crying for hours non stop with a fever and even threw up a few times. While his mom was freaking out and worried because the fever wasn't getting any better after two days even with medicine, Larry sat there calling his mom for her "miracle remedy". He too had frequent bad ear infections as a child and already figured Gia might too. His mom advised him what to do to ease the discomfort and keep him calm and he immediately set out to get the things. It was just a stuffed animal he could put a rice heat pack in and put to his ear(s) for a few minutes. At times like these Larry would stay up all night if he had to to help Gia with the pain.

Unfortunately, these ear infections didnt become less common as Gia grew up like Larry's did by age 8. He still gets them now, but antibiotics respond well and fast enough. His mom refuses surgery like doctors suggest, but Larry would honestly prefer it if it meant Gia could stop taking the antibiotics so much.

Larry loves his son. He loves him no matter what. He grew up without his father in his life 90% of the time and is determined to make sure he doesn't do the same to Gia. Its hard to do with his work schedule and all, but hes in Gia's life way more than his own father was his.

Larry has tried playing the video games Giacomo likes, and he got motion sick. Very motion sick. And Gia brings this up constantly.

No, Larry does not make dad jokes. He cannot stand them. Giacomo, to annoy his father, makes the dad jokes instead. But you won't catch him doing it around his friends. Yeah he'd rather die.

[thegoober010]

My Hero x Mob Psycho 100

@princeasimdiya12 requested:

So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Mob taking Momo out on a date please? It's based on a crossover AU where Mob gets transported to the mha dimension and enrolls in Class 1-A to be a hero. In the fic, he gets the idea to use his powers to fly himself and Momo across the city to a romantic dinner on top of one of the buildings.

Interesting request hmmm.... HELL YEAH I CAN!!! Although I may not personally ship it since I don't really do crossover ships often this seems like an adorable idea and ask- and you shall receive >:)!!!

word count -> 2,081/2k!

not proofread because I don't wanna right now 😞

"The first one to ever like me back..."

Shigeo Kageyama, also known as 'Mob', is also a psychic who was taken suddenly from his world and somehow ended up in a whole different reality! This reality being a reality filled with people who had powers, just like him, or well almost like him! Mob, unsure of where he was started to learn more about this reality and quickly adapted to where he was, but he has been trying to find ways to go back to his own reality. While he was learning more about this new reality he was in, he decided to enroll into a school so that he wouldn't be behind in his education, U.A. Problems did arise when he had to find a way to excuse why his parents weren't with him and such, but he made up a rather convincing lie saying he was an orphan and he built up on the story as he continued. It was just something he went with for now until he found a way back home. He thought U.A was a regular school if we're going to be a hundred percent honest, mostly because he didn't really do much research on it and just went with it, but oh dear, he did not expect this entrance exam to be so brutal, luckily he passed with flying colors thanks to his abilities, and not gonna lie, being a hero doesn't sound all too bad. It is a bit too much pressure for him though, he just wants to be a normal kid but... too late to go back now I guess!

A good few months later he made many friends in this class, mainly a young girl, Momo Yaoyorozu, who he may or may not have caught feelings for. She was always so kind to him, helping him with his studies and inviting him and her other classmates for study sessions at her mansion. Mob appreciated the kindness, and he couldn't help but start to develop feelings for her. They would talk very often and he was always willing to give advice to help with her quirk and how to use it better and she was always amazing at comforting him whenever it was obvious he was unsure if he should use his abilities or not during training and such. They would often help eachother with schoolwork as well, Mob was very appreciative of Momo, and he was very observant of her especially, noticing every little detail of her physical appearance as well as how she would act near him and around others, he just couldn't help but look into every little detail about her for some reason she was so captivating to him. Maybe staying in this reality isn't so bad.... In all honesty he does miss his mom and dad, his brother, Reigen and really everyone else in his reality, he does miss them, he never stops thinking about them. But, this reality isn't as bad as he thought it would be when he first got so suddenly teleported there, there were many accepting people here, especially... her. It was... nice, to have someone like that, someone kind and caring, someone who listens to you and someone you can listen to, someone who helps you with your problems and someone who gives that same respect back to you and to be in a place where there are people similar to you. He is of course still trying to get back to his reality but at the same time he doesn't mind staying longer as well, at least not anymore hah.

Mob walked through the halls trying his best not to bump into anyone in this crowded space. Students were all rushing over to the cafeteria for lunch meanwhile Mob was just trying to his best to make his way to the outside of the school. Why you may ask? Well- "Mob! I've been waiting for you." Momo grinned as she waved over at him, quickly motioning over at him to come over to her. Mob tiptoed through the crowd, "Sorry- woops, excuse me- um sorry just passing by-" Mob would mutter out softly to many people as he hastily made his way through the crowd over to the doorway which Momo was at. He waved back as he was finally out of the crowd. He made his way to her, rubbing the side of his neck. "Ah- yes I know, I'm- I'm sorry it was quite crowded, heh." Mob tried explaining, his sight shifting from Momo's face to the ground. Momo allowed a soft chuckle escape her lips before giving Mob a pat on the shoulder. "It's alright Mob, no need to worry about it, the halls get quite crowded during lunch hour since everyone's trying to make their way to eat and so on hehehe! I was just excited right now since... you asked me earlier to go outside with you, what's going on Mob?" Momo tilted her head.

Mob's face turned a slight shade of pink as she mentioned what he told her, he continued to look down and quickly shook his head, trying his best not to seem so nervous. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he rubbed his hands together trying to find out how to say what he wants to without sounding weird. He hummed in thought but all that he could muster up was a quick sigh. "Um- uh you'll see." Mob said with a small smile forming on his face. He motioned for Momo to follow him outside and over to the side of the building. Momo did so with a huge smile on her face, she wasn't sure of what could be going on but, it's not like she really cared, she was just glad that she could hang out with Mob really. "Hm alright." Momo hummed. Mob fidgeted with his hands as he sweated anxiously. Once they finally made it to the other side of the school building he turned his head over to Momo. "Hold on to me real quick, I'm not really strong but I'm going to carry you uh quickly for something- a surprise- oh uh is that- is that... alright?" Mob asked, he stumbled over his words, his nervousness becoming rather apparent to Momo as she tilted her head. She seemed confused, "A surprise?" She thought to herself. Momo nodded, "Of course it's alright! I trust you Mob." Momo said before she held onto his shoulder, Mob's face turned into a darker shade of pink before he held Momo in a piggyback position. He used his powers to levitate off the ground. As he quickly flew them onto the top of the building he tried his best not to drop Momo, taking extreme care where he placed his hands and making sure his grip was tight so that she wouldn't fall because that'd be an entire problem. "Careful... careful.." He thought to himself as he placed her back down gently once they were on top of the school building.

"U-um I made you a little uh dinner- picnic thing up here, It's not much but it's a um... thank you for uh helping me out throughout the year and uh..." Mob stumbled over his words, his heart beat faster and he felt his entire body heat up. Sweat dripped down his forehead, his palms getting all sweaty as well as he rubbed the side of his neck, turning his head to look at Momo, it seems like he wanted to say even more. Momo stared with a shocked look on her face at Mob and then at the small picnic in front of her. Her cheeks turned a slight hue of pink before she gave Mob an appreciative look. She quickly pulled him into a hug causing Mob to look up at her in shock. He hugged her back slightly, patting her back since he was a bit unsure of what else to do, it was a bit awkward for him. "You really didn't have to do this Mob! I love this so much it's amazing!" Momo grinned pulling away from the hug to look at Mob. His mouth was agape as he looked up at her grinning and appreciative face. His face turning redder by the second before giving her a soft smile. "Really? Thank you, I'm uh glad you like it." Mob replied as Momo gave him a pat on the head. "Like it? I love it!" Mob continued to look up at her, absolutely entranced. He loved it when people appreciated him and his efforts for even something as simple as this. He truly did. "Come on, the food won't eat itself." Momo chuckled bringing Mob to sit down with her to start eating. It wasn't much, just some sandwiches and juice boxes with a small candle in the middle, but it was enough for Momo

Mob let a soft smile form at her words. As he sat down next to her and grabbed the sandwich, he closed his mouth, looking at her as if lost in deep thought. His eyes slightly wider than usual as he stared at her. "Um Momo, I, ehm, kind of have something to tell you.." Mob started, his hands started to shake, he put the sandwich down with gentleness before he looked down at the floor. Momo looked at him as she took a bite out of the sandwich, tilting her head she gave him a concerned look. "Are you alright Mob? You're acting very unusual." Momo asked. Mob gulped before he looked over to the side opposite of where Momo was. "Yes, I-I'm fine but um... I just wanted to tell you that uh I kind of... I kind of like you, a lot.. and I know it's a bit weird but I just thought you should um- you should know and I understand if you're not ready for anything bu-"

"Oh! So that's what this was about!?" Momo interrupted, her eyes wide and her mouth wide open. "Oh my- sorry for interrupting I was just a bit surprised!" Momo added quickly, covering her mouth in embarrassment. Mob looked over at her confused. He was so anxious to tell her this, he'd been planning to do this for weeks now and had everything ready for today, he expected rejection almost instantly but all that he was met with was a shocked look and exclamation. His head immediately had turned to face her. Both of them were red in the face. "What do you mean?" Mob asked "Well I kind of already knew- well at least I suspected it but I didn't want to say anything because I was worried you didn't like me and that my intuition was wrong! But I guess I wasn't wrong to think we liked each other heh." Momo explained, she gave Mob a reassuring smile as she curled the side of her hair with her finger, trying to get herself to seem more calm and collected.

Mob seemed to be in a state of absolute bewilderment "Sorry- but uh you're telling me- uh, you- you like me as well? You uh like me back?" Mob questioned, he seemed a bit surprised confused and thrilled. Momo gave him a quick nod, she averted his gaze quickly as she was slightly embarrassed to admit it, but she was also somewhat glad to finally get her feelings out after months. "Heh, yeah... Did you really believe I wouldn't like you back?" Momo tilted her head raising a brow as her head rested on one of her hands, the other holding the sandwich she was eating. She finally looked at Mob who was a sweating, relieved and blushing mess. Mob scratched his neck as he thought of a response. "Well, kind of if I am being honest." Mob muttered before changing his seating position to being criss-cross.

Momo let out a soft chuckle as she took a bite out of the sandwich. "Oh I could never reject you." Momo said with a soft smile on her face. "Now come on, these sandwiches aren't eating themselves Mob! Eat up you deserve to have a good lunch after confessing your feelings, not everyone does that so well!" Mob nodded in acknowledgment to her words, a huge grin forming on his face as he took a bite out of his own sandwich. "I love you." Mob uttered as he ate. Momo turned her head over and stared for a bit before patting him on the back with on of her hands.

"I love you too."

[rkivestation]

When my last remaining acquaintance from my school life said that we should spend our last days with everything that we have,only then,it hit me. It ended. And all I could ask myself and wonder internally,“It really ended?”.

The moment that I wanted to end desperately has now officially come to an end. And now that the moment is here,it rather seems a quick one. Everything happened too slow to too fast. And I'm here wondering that, isn't it what I always wanted? Since nursery to now? I wanted it to end. But now that it's finally coming to and end,I am seemingly holding back from going back to my memory lane. My childhood to teenage life served no memories that I could hold on to. Or so I thought. But I hate to admit I miss it all. I always say,“it was good while it lasted” and move on. Or at least try to. Untill I'm left with nothing but a wall around me that I built to avoid people.

I was never fond of a school life. I still am not. I wonder if it's because of how I had to push myself to be better each year. Push myself to blend it with the standards. Push myself to take in the criticisms. Push myself to let the people connect with me and my soul. And the conclusion I came to lately renders me speechless everyday. That, I've always pushed myself. I've pushed myself to the edge to not seem hateable. But in the process,I seemed to forget who I am. And how I'm not cut out to be a part of the society. I've also come to learn that it's not because I'm introverted. In fact,I'm not. Now I wish,it was the case. But the problem all along was my very soul not being able to connect with the people who are born with a standard pattern of personality. And I fail to be counted as any of the category.

I remember being home schooled by my father till I was almost five. And his means of educating me wasn't the type that's considered ideal. It was rather suffocating which taught me to stay isolated and in my own bubble where I only tried solving maths with tears streaming down my face everyday. And those long sessions shut me off terribly for me to function right when we moved to the capital.

I struggled with getting into a school as I was taught differently by my father. The capital made my head spin. It was overwhelming and I was afraid. And I continued to be afraid when I finally got myself admitted in nursery. And I remember being amazed when I saw students having the same books as me. I remember wondering it out loud.

I admit,back then,I was introverted and a kid with anger issues. My nursery and kindergarten phase is a blur of events to me (and I wish school will seem the same someday) but I remember being not so likeable ever since then. I had a childhood best friend from there who continued with me to my school but on a different and distant path. She didn't feel for me. But I seemed to feel for her and felt her absence when she was trying for a different school.

And luckily I found myself being in the same prestigious school as her the following year. The school that gave me a lot. The school that took a lot for me. The school that became a generous part of my life. The school that became a cruel part of my life.

My childhood best friend changed. She chased goals. And so I let her be. And it's funny how we are still in the same class,she's now less competitive, trying to blend in and make friends but it's her nature that allows her to come as a little awkward. But I'm proud to see her chasing better things now.

My start of the same school wasn't smooth. I remember not wearing socks as mom thought that this school doesn't need the students wear sock. Although,mom doesn't remember. I find the thought funny yet cute as mom's first child has to bear some good amount of embarrassment for her innocence.

I remember feeling the first ever thrill on the orientation day, it's what our school always takes pride to. Following the culture with love and ecstasy and I happened to enjoy it,with no socks,of course. When I was in nursery and kindergarten I always used to miss out the events they would held as I was in my own bubble to hear any announcement of it and that made me go there once in my uniform when everyone was in dresses. It was embarrassing,kinda,so I made sure to never do it in my current school.

But still each step I took was uncertain and challenging. I remember going to wrong class after the orientation(wherever the line led me) so I was sent to the other section by a teacher as I was struggling to wear my socks that fortunately mom put in my backpack. And unlike the class I went to by mistake my assigned class were a chaos of people and teachers. And in that moment,I realized,I have to say goodbye to my solitude and prepare for the crazy years ahead. From meeting my first friend there to having an unexpected person remaining just as a friend it was a crazy, melancholic journey. And I don't know if I feel thankful to these almost fifteen of years of feel the bitterness of resentment.

Maybe it's both. Considering my first friend Nawmi having a shit load of friends till now and on her way to presumably become a successful influencer.I wasn't fond of her when we first talked. And I'm still never fond of her when we wave. Maybe it's because how her group of friends was introduced to me by her and maybe we headed with a good start but it couldn't last long. As they are nepo babies. When the two Saras were all about bragging and shit I instantly felt off. And it ended up with me being teased and picked on by them for the lovely nickname my father decided to write on my notebooks. In the end of that year,I had to discard my nickname,scare them with the help of my father (which I shouldn't have done cause they still kind of hate me for that) and just continue to be on my bubble.

It's funny, right? I became a hot topic for my nickname. People would make fun of me. Mispronounce it as ‘Kiss me’,‘pick me’. But irony is,it was always a mispronounced nickname by my father. He named me wrong and even now I groan at the thought of it all.

I was fortunately unfortunate to be rolled as 2. It's quite a mix. Fortunate because my bench partner never really came and when she came she was to stupid to function. But unfortunate because said bench partner made me feel quite stupid too cause whenever she came I hardly knew what to do. And being roll 2 for my precious name made me quite the introvert I was back then.

I never planned to stand out. But I fortunately unfortunately ended up being the talked of topics for my grade. Stupid little me used to be one of the top 10. Although I never saw the light of coming in the third to first place. But I soon started becoming a competition to everyone. My childhood best friend was far ahead of me and one of the nepo baby Sara was the one to always see the fortune of being in the first place. Although,I'm starting to think it was all the magic of having connections because she stopped being anything not long after.

And my parents saw the potentials in me unfortunately and I was forced to keep on doing good, better. Untill I couldn't do best. And I never managed to do best. And it makes me laugh. Because I should have never done good and brought it up on myself.

I am always put to think I'm an unique individual with all the right and wrong spice.

Even now,I know I'm a part of the conversation somewhere in the capital. It's not my pride,nor a flex. It's rather a curse I live with.

People are either the talked of topics or nothing at all. But I seem to hang in between that. And it's exhausting.

[kiercnmurphy]

❛ someone told me long ago there's a calm before the storm.

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME:  kieran james murphy.

NICKNAME(S): k, jr, murph.

AGE:  thirty-five.

DATE OF BIRTH:  april 15th, 1986.

PLACE OF BIRTH: prescott, arizona.

CURRENT LOCATION: lancaster, arizona.

GENDER: cis male.

PRONOUNS: he/him.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteromatic

RELIGION: none.

OCCUPATION:  investigative journalist / record store associate.

EDUCATION LEVEL:  bachelor’s degree in journalism & political science.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: one bedroom apartment.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM: casey deidrick.

HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: dark. currently a little longer.

EYE COLOR: dark hazel.

EYESIGHT:  20/15.

HEIGHT: six foot, five inches.

WEIGHT: one hundred and ninety pounds.

BODY AND BUILD:  athletic.

TATTOOS: many. i will build a masterlist of all.

PIERCINGS: nose piercing, but he doesn’t wear it.

CLOTHING STYLE:  casual.

DISTINGUISHING CHARACTERISTICS: beard, tattoos, the scar at his hairline.

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): diagnosed adhd.

PHYSICAL DISORDER(S):  none.

ALLERGIES:  bananas, cats.

SLEEPING HABITS:  he doesn’t sleep well.

EATING HABITS:  eats takeout a lot.

SOCIABILITY: very social guy.

ADDICTIONS:  none.

DRUG USE:  marijuana.

ALCOHOL USE: lots. preferes jameson whiskey.

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: abigail murphy.

FATHER:  james murphy.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.

BEST FRIEND: 

EXES: none officially.

SIBLING(S):  gregory (41), david (39), annabeth (37), mia (29), bradley (25).

CHILDREN: none… that he knows of.

PET(S): wants to adopt a dog.

KEY POINTS

trigger warnings: abandonment, addiction, drug use, foster care.

He was the fourth born out of six children and was the closest growing up to his older sister. His least favorite sibling was always Gregory, the oldest. He was always torn between wanting to a part of the older siblings and wanting to be a kid himself. In the end, he was forced to grow up faster than expected because his mother left and his father wasn’t equipped to raise six children.

He and Annabeth ensured the younger ones were taken care of, while Greg and David were allowed to live their lives as they wanted. Their father showed up when it came to child protective services stepping in, but he dropped the ball when Kieran was sixteen.

His older siblings were fortunate enough to go their own way, while he and his two younger siblings were placed in foster care. He’d looked to Greg to step up, but he never did. Annabeth tried, but at eighteen, she was ready for that. Luckily, Mia and Bradley stayed together while Kieran was on his own.

He didn’t hate his time in care. His foster mother was a news broadcaster and his foster father was a college professor. He had everything he needed and he got to check on his younger siblings. It wasn’t perfect though. He got into trouble, pushed boundaries for the sake of testing them, but they never gave up on him.

They’re the only reason he continued on with school. He was brilliant, but he needed the drive and they gave that to him. He played baseball well enough to gain a scholarship and he took a leap of faith. 

He had no direction, but a mistake by the registrar’s office left him in a journalism course that changed his life for the better. He found that he had a knack for storytelling and was a compelling writer. His professor noticed it too and offered a challenge. One that left Kieran always looking for the next big story to chase. There was a thrill behind digging beneath the rubble to expose what was hidden beneath.

Of course, it didn’t come without a guilty conscience. Over the years, he’d done everything he could to keep in contact with his family. His younger siblings had bounced between homes over the years, but had finally found a place upstate that felt like home to them. By graduation, he’d all but let go. They were happy. Why did he need to keep reaching out and reminding them of all that they’d lost?

After graduation, he began working for an online publishing house. Between his foster father’s good words and the encouragement of his professions, his job offer was practically inevitable. He was eager and willing to do what others weren’t.

He’s traveled around the world getting stories and now he’s in Lancaster because there’s someone willing to pay him decent money to get answers for them. The rumors aren’t much of a secret to anyone, but what he can’t seem to wrap his head around is why there seems to be a war brewing within the town. It’s his biggest challenge yet, but that stands as motivation.

CONNECTIONS

connections page can be found here.

bar buddies

flirtationship

coffee associate

online friends

enemies to friends

unlikely friends

one night stand

[thirst4fictionalmen]

Fezco x Pregnant!reader drabble [1]

“Yo, you good in there?”

No. No, you’re not good. But you did not say that because Ash is right behind Fez for who’s the biggest mother hen. You say one thing that’s a bit worrying, and he’ll already be hounding you and texting Fez at the same time.

You wouldn't put it past him that he already texted Fez about you secretly having a breakdown in the bathroom.

“Can I take a shit in peace, please?” you tried to sound snarky, hoping it’ll work. The quicker he leaves the quicker you can process this.

Must have not been believable enough because Ash went silent for a moment and is still at the door judging from the shadow you see.

“Is it your stomach again?” Ash doesn’t even try to hide his concern. Fuck, you love this kid so much, but you really need left alone to cry. It was hard enough that you can’t keep down your favorite takeout from the Japanese place you love, but it’s all because you’re pregnant. You didn’t want to buy the test because if you do, then it’s making it more real. You didn’t bother telling Ash or Fez because if the test is negative, then all three of you guys worried for nothing.

But now this is something to worry about.

“Yes,” you lied. “So please go?”

“Fine, fuck me for giving a shit,” Ash replied angrily as he walked away.

You wrapped your arms around your legs and tried to regulate your breathing. The last problem you need is having a panic attack on the bathroom floor. Luckily, Ash checked on you at the tail end of your silent sobbing.

Being pregnant was not particularly bad news.

It was too soon for you both. Your boyfriend already has too much to deal with. Taking care of his gram, the store, and temperamental Ash who recently committed murder some days ago. Fez never wanted you involved in that part of his life.

Kids were supposed to come later when you life is more stable. Not when you’re only a freshman at the local community college working part time in the library. That’s why your fucking birth control is supposed to do its damn job. Yeah, it’s 99.99 percent effective, but you didn’t think you would be that 00.001 percent. The rare times Fez doesn't wear a condom and that's when your birth control took break.

You stared at the test for the fourth time.

Who were you kidding? You already knew that it was set in stone as you walked into Rite Aid. The symptoms were smacking you in the face. You chalked up missing your period because your birth control finally stopped you from having them. But then you gained more weight, which you also chalked down to birth control side effects. And then your appetite was affected and when you threw up every time you got a whiff of something or a bite of hibachi, you knew the answers.

“Maybe I should have waited,” you muttered. Maybe having Fez with you through this would have made things better. The news would have made you want to curl up and cry but at least your teddy bear of a boyfriend would be there for comfort. He would kiss your forehead and wrap you in a nice warm hug. That’s one of the reasons why you love him. He’s so grounding and comforting.

Not ready to leave your solace, you climbed into the bathtub--not without grabbing a towel for cover--and laid down. Your mind ran a mile a minute of options and plans. Thinking of how this could affect your education. It shouldn't just make it more difficult. You’re still on your mother’s insurance luckily so that’s covered.

A sudden knock startled you from your thoughts.

“Ma, can you open up?” Shit. You were not ready for this yet. “Ash told me your stomach actin’ up. Got you sum Pepto, too.”

My sweet boyfriend and little baby in law, you teared up. As long as you got your family to support you then maybe things will be okay.

Luckily, your tears dried already, so you gave yourself a good stretch after stepping out the tub and opened the door.

His expression quickly changed from worried to shocked to worried again.

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” he asked, probably still thinking you had stomach issues. You shook your head. You stared into his blue eyes that had you wondering if your future child will inherit those. Will they inherit his freckles you liked to kiss every day, or maybe his red hair? Or they would be a perfect mixture of you both?

Not giving him a warning, you threw yourself onto him. Your arms wrapped around his warm body and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you so much,” you told him.

“Ma, you’re really scaring the fuck out of me,” he muttered. His hand rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head.

“So I found out why I’ve been feeling sick lately,” you mumbled into his chest. Before he could question you, you blurted out, “How you feel about being a father?”

Welp, that’s one way to break the news. Better to get this over with by ripping the band aid off.

You felt him tense. You showed him the pregnancy test that you held like a lifeline for the past hour.

“What the fuck?” Ash swore.

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So me being nervous again: what do yall think???

So I'm thinking of making this a short mini series. Like maybe two or three more parts.

I can't think of a good title so i went basic

[bibereangelum]

Late Spring

summary:  Dick gets in his first 'fight' at school. Luckily, Bruce was an angry boy once. He knows how to deal with it.  (aka the fic where Battinson tries to be a fatherly figure, and dick grayson is a very angry little boy)   Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37938508/chapters/94747387 --- The phone call comes at one in the afternoon when Bruce is in a meeting with Mayor Reál. She raises an eyebrow at him but shoos him off into the hallway. They were about to discuss the reconstruction of the Orphanage. Bruce left all of his architectural drafts on her desk to look over, at least. Bruce steps out of the room and closes the door behind him with a soft click before mustering up the mental strength to answer his phone. He’ll have to get better at it now that he has a kid in the house. Gone are the days of do not disturb mode. “Hello, this is Bruce Wayne,” he cringes inwardly at himself but doesn’t have much time to dwell on it. “Mr. Wayne, hello.”

Bruce hates that people call him that but he swallows it down anyways, because there has to be a reason why Director Hammer is calling him in the afternoon. He paces up and down the hallway. “Is everything alright?” Hammer sighs through the receiver, “I’m afraid not. Your, boy,” he punctuates with a severe tone that makes Bruce’s blood briefly boil in his veins, “Got into a fight.” “Oh.” Dick got into a fight? That doesn’t sound like him at all. Ever since he got the nine year old in the tower he’s been nothing but.. Excitement, really. A vast change of the pace compared to the silence Bruce and Alfred used to live in. Energetic to boot, sure. But fighting doesn’t… Seem like him? Fighting was Bruce’s thing but it didn’t become his thing until highschool. He can’t imagine the kind of fight a fourth grader would have. “If you wouldn’t mind stopping by Gotham Academy. I’d like to have a chat with you about his recent behavior.” Bruce grunts and turns back towards the door, “I’ll be there within the hour.” “Thank you, Mr. Wayne.” He hangs up with a push of the button and opens Reál’s office door again, gesturing to his phone. “My,” he fights not to say boy the same way Director Hammer did, “Ward got into a bit of trouble at school. Can we reschedule?” “How about tomorrow at the same time?” Bruce nods, and she offers him a patient smile, nodding towards his phone, “And good luck. Kids, right?” “Yeah.” Yeah…

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The fact that Gotham Academy hasn’t had any work done since Bruce attended should say something about the institution but it’s still the best school in Gotham, and education has always been important in his life. When Alfred suggested Dick attend, Bruce didn’t inherently disagree. He thought it would be good for Dick to go to school with kids his own age. Bruce hoped he would make friends, and things seemed to be going well. Unless Dick was hiding something. A million thoughts run through Bruce’s head, and the one that sticks is bullying. He doesn’t know how he’ll handle it if that’s what this issue comes to. Bruce was bullied violently until his last two years of school. He does not want that for Dick, or any child for that matter. Every academic institution has its problems, he supposes. Bruce steps into Director Hammer’s office and spots Dick on one of the hard plastic chairs. The boy is curled in on himself, knees to his chest. His arms wrap tightly around his shins. It’s a position he takes often when he’s the most upset, as if he thinks he can disappear if he curls up into a ball tight enough. Bruce kneels on the floor in front of him, frowning when he hears Dick’s hitchy sniffles. “Ah, Mr. Wayne.” Dick lifts his head and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, “Bruce?” “Mr. Wayne, if you’d like to come into my-” “We can talk out here,” Bruce tucks a stray curl back behind Dick’s ear and accompanies him on the next plastic seat over. He imagines how comical he must look in these chairs made for little children, and he’s certainly not comfortable. Director Hammer raises his brow, so Bruce continues, “I don’t see why we need to talk behind a shut door. You said it was a fight, right?” Dick flinches next to him but says nothing. His head ducks behind his knees again, is he ashamed of himself or is he scared? Bruce can’t tell. “Yes, he got into a fight with another student during P.E class. Punched a boy hard in the face. Broke his nose, in fact,” Hammer muses, a curl in his lip whenever his eyes glance over Dick’s bowed head.

Bruce runs his hands down his slacks, “Okay, over what?” “Well, the other student said Dick did it randomly, and Dick,” Hammer looks back at the boy with furrowed brows, “Will not speak to me about it. I was hoping you could coax the truth out.” Dick peeks over at him, eyes glossy and wet with tears. There’s a red welp on his cheek, right between his cheekbone and his jaw. Bruce turns back to Director Hammer. “And… you’re certain he hit the kid out of nowhere? Did you talk to the other students who were around when it happened?” “No I did no-” “Okay,” Bruce stands, offering his hand to dick, “I’d like for you to talk to them first. I was at a very important meeting with Mayor Reál, and as much as I appreciate your concern-” “Mr. Wayne, he broke someone’s nose.” “You’re not telling me why he did it,” Bruce shrugs, “I’ll talk to Dick at home and if it’s anything for the school to be concerned about I will let you know. In the meantime, I would sincerely appreciate it if you were more thorough in these matters. Kids fight for all sorts of reasons,” Bruce has been reading a lot of parenting books, and more than enough articles about fostering children. He may be new at this, but he was a kid once. An angry kid. Dick isn’t an angry kid, at least not in the way Director Hammer seems to believe. Dick finally takes his hand and pulls himself onto his feet. He wonders if Dick has been giving Director Hammer the silent treatment this whole time. There’s still tear tracks running down his face, and a splotch of blood has dried onto his chin. Bruce squeezes him gently and pulls him close to his side, “Good day, Director Hammer. We’ll be in touch.”

“Yes, good day. Take care of your boy, Mr. Wayne.” He will, in the way that he knows how. By the time they make it off of school grounds it starts drizzling. Bruce shrugs off his suit jacket and drapes it over Dick’s shoulders. Dick buttons it with his free hand, refusing to let go of Bruce’s. If anything he looks shaken up, and afraid. Bruce frowns and nudges him towards the car. Dick finally lets go of his hand to get in the passenger’s seat. Bruce makes sure he’s buckled in before turning the car on, blasting the heat and turning the vents Dick’s way in the way he likes. They’re going to talk about it, they have to. “You know I’m not mad at you, right?” Bruce starts, giving him a proper check over now that they’re out of Hammer’s sight. Dick seems more relaxed in the car. His knees aren’t to his chest at least, but he’s still tense all over, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. Bruce then examines his hands and spots his right one. Specifically his thumb, which is bruised all over. The hand he used to punch the other kid, then. Hammer didn’t even give Bruce the kid’s name. Bruce reaches over gently and take Dick’s hand in his, “Take a deep breath in.” Dick does, and Bruce pops his thumb back into place. Dick yelps and snatches his hand back towards his chest, “Ow!” “Better?” He rubs his thumb over and over with his fingers, and shrugs, “Maybe? I don’t…”

Dick sighs and drops his chin to his chest. They have to talk about it. Bruce shifts the car into gear and backs out of his parking spot so he can focus on driving instead of analyzing every single movement Dick makes. “So, you broke a kid’s nose.” “Yeah.” “Why?” Dick huffs, “You wouldn’t get it.” “Maybe, maybe not. I guess it depends on the reason, but something tells me you feel pretty awful about breaking his nose.” He stops at the light and glances over. Dick is holding his hands in his lap now, eyes cast out the window. By the time the light turns green Dick hasn’t said a word. The drive home is over an hour, so they have time. Bruce doesn't mind if he dwells on his thoughts, but if he doesn’t tell Bruce why, Alfred might pry it out of him. And he isn’t sure if that will be better. Finally, Dick sighs and says, “His name is Dave Peters, and he insulted my ma,” there’s a sniff, and then in a more certain tone Dick continues with, “So, I hit him as hard as I could. He rails me all the time about my family, and I just got so.. Angry. And then I walked over and, yeah. I broke his nose.” Bruce’s breath catches between his throat and his chest. For a moment he can’t find the words he wants to say. A million dance through his mind, Fuck that kid. Good for Hitting him. He had it coming. There are natural consequences children need to experience in their youth to become adjusted adults. That last one comes from one of the parenting books.

Dick fills the silence as he always does, “If I’m in trouble I seriously don’t care, either. You can ground me, take my shit away. I don’t care. No one insults my Ma, Bruce, no one.” He can feel the intensity of Dick’s glare at the side of his head. Bruce primarily focuses on weaving through traffic before deciding to shift into the right lane and set the on cruise control.

“I was thinking I should teach you how to throw a proper punch.” Dick’s brows shoot into his hairline, “What?” “Well, it looks like you were holding your thumb behind your fingers when you hit Dave. You could have broken it that way. If you want to hit someone you should at least know how to do it right,” Alfred once gave him similar advice, when Bruce came home for winter break with bruises littering his body and an anger so intense all he could do was cry. Bruce takes one hand off the wheel and demonstrates, “Fingers curled, thumb over your middle finger.” Dick copies his hand and shows Bruce his fist. “Just like that, and if you really want to surprise someone you need to be stable and you need to be fast. Alfred can show you when we get back. He taught me everything I know about how to throw a good jab.”

“You’re not mad?” “No,” Bruce turns his gaze back onto the traffic in front of him, “I’m glad you defended yourself. Kids like Dave need natural consequences. Can we talk about that welt on your face?” Dick rubs his cheek, “Well, he kind of hit back.”

“And?” He giggles, “I backflipped away from him.” Bruce smiles, “Very good. Never let them hit twice. It takes their pride from them if you outdo their second hit.” He’ll have to have a serious conversation with this Dave Peters kid- no, his parents. Because that's what parents do, they talk to each other about their kids. They have coffee and from what Bruce has read on many parenting blogs, complain. He has no intention of complaining, but he will not let this kid get away with being a bully. Not to Dick, not to anyone else.

[oddeyevibes]

Ch2 - Suspicious

Summary: Raccoon City has been your home since you were young and now it's a violent wasteland filled with flesh-eating monsters. The only salvation came in the form of the RCPD station but even that couldn't stand for too long. Now with your loyal Elvira by your side and the help of a rookie cop named Leon Kennedy, your chance of survival might be looking a bit better.

Words: 2708

A/N: I’d just like to thank y'all for the love on the first chapter. I was honestly not expecting a lot of people to read this story since it seems like there’s not a lot of folks reading RE fanfics but I’m glad I’m wrong. Whether or not it’s canon, I have strong feelings that Ada is super into animals and even if she isn’t, only the super assholes hate Evie. I honestly hope y'all don’t mind if certain scenes get changed here and there since, with you there, there’s no way I could’ve written Leon being an ABSOLUTE boy scout in the worst way. Literally, I hate that scene so much. “I hAvE to SpEAk wiTh tHe chiEf FiRst”. Like really Leon????

Your first year of high school was something you had expected to be a cornerstone of your youth. Not only because you were free from middle school but because you were officially on your way into being a young adult.

You were entering a new stage of your life and that deserved a celebration. One you had hoped brought your mother to come and visit. You understood, a company like Umbrella was demanding. Before you became skeptical of them, you had hopes of working for them one day.

In the letters, your mother would talk about how she could see you leading a division that worked with animals. She’d remarked about how they had a special fondness for you, reminding you to always use your gifts to your advantage and never feel bad for anyone that may be jealous of you.

Honestly, it was hard wondering if your mother was a good mother. Were you clothed? With the finest. Were you fed? With food made by the greatest. Did you have a roof over your head? One that you would never have to worry about waking up to find the lights or water shut off. Did you have a good education? The best schools money can buy. Were you nurtured? Yes...but not by her. The moment you were able to form coherent sentences and walk a good walk, you became the responsibility of several nannies over the years.

Every new grade when kids would have excited parents celebrating their growth. You thought you were fine being one of the odd ones out because you had a parent that was doing great work. High school though...you lowkey wished, at the very least, that she would take some time off to come and celebrate you and not through some funky letter where she got to tout her expansive vocabulary.

But she didn’t. For as much as she told you she loved you, she made it very clear that she didn’t love you more than her work.

“Leon Kennedy, by the way.”

“Y/N...Y/N Weaver.” You motioned down to Evie. “That’s Elvira but you two have already met.”

“Y/N...right.”

“So you said we should stick together...I’m assuming you might’ve found a way out that isn’t littered with zombies?”

“Yeah...through the underground. It’s locked off though, need an access key. You’re lucky I swung back around to make sure I didn’t leave anything...or anyone behind.”

“Extremely lucky. Being crushed by debris is NOT how I imagined my death.”

“You imagine it often?”

“It’s Raccoon City, I’m sure you heard about the crime rate here.”

“I did. That’s why I wanted to be stationed here.” Leon replies. “To help out.”

“Well, sorry your first day sucks like this but...if it’s any consolation, coming any earlier might’ve not been for the best...considering how many of RCPD’s finest have become zombie chow.”

He gave a look that was clearly asking about your nonchalant discussion of dead cops.

Your eyebrows raised. “Too soon?”

He chuckled. “Maybe just a little.”

The three of you continued on. Searching for either an alternative way out of the RCPD or a way to open up the garage. Luckily, you ended up stumbling upon the jail area. Almost all of the cells were filled with zombies and unmoving corpses except for one.

Hearing your footsteps, the lone survivor called out, “Hello?”

You all approached the cell to see a man hunched over, holding a cigarette in his hands. He smiled upon seeing you all before chucking the cigarette and approaching the bars.

“Hey.” Leon responded.

“I don’t believe it. Real humans…” He spotted Evie standing next to you. “and a dog...that isn’t trying to eat anyone.”

“Jeez, how long have you been here?” You asked.

“Long enough.” He sounded exhausted. Something that was understandable considering he was the only human in a jail area where everyone was either dead or the walking dead. “Are we the only ones left?”

“No, there’s a few of us.” Leon responded.

“Oh...that’s good news I guess. Unless Irons was the one that sent you.”

“Irons? As if?” You shot out.

The man smirked at your response, happy that someone shared in his distaste for the corrupt piece of shit.

“Has he been here recently?” You added.

“Nope. Hopefully, he’s somebody’s dinner by now.”

“I’m guessing he’s the one that locked you up in here.” Leon suggested. “Why’s that?”

“Does that matter? We can’t leave him locked up like this. Behind bars is the worst place to be during a crisis where people are eating each other.”

Leon flashed you a concerned look. “He could be murderer...a sex offender...something you don’t want out on the streets ESPECIALLY during a time like this.”

You glanced over to the, catching something dangling from his neck and letting out a laugh. “I don’t think so.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well...what kind of police department gives a suspect a parking lot pass?”

Leon looked back and spotted the pass dangling from the man’s neck. The man grabbed onto it, holding it up for the both of you to see.

“My guess is...you’re a journalist who asked way too many of the wrong questions?”

He nodded. “Yup. I probably would’ve done the same thing if I was Irons. Was about to blow the whistle on his dirty ass.”

The sound of metal screeching and heavy footsteps echoing from the nearby halls captured the attention of all four of you. Something about it did unsettle you and Leon but not as much as it did Evie and the man behind the bars. The former standing her ground and emitting a low growl towards the end of the hall where the sound came from and the latter quickly becoming disheveled with a faint whimper coming from his mouth.

“You guys are tryna get out through the parking garage, right?” Leon looked back at the man while you couldn’t keep your eyes away from where Evie was staring. The man held onto the pass like a lifeline. “You can’t open that gate without this! Get me out of here and we can all get the hell out of dodge together!”

The sounds began growing louder as the man backed away from the bars.

“Shit! It’s coming.”

“What’s coming?” Leon asked.

“I-I can go look for a way to open it.” You suggested, the uncertainty clear in your voice. Before you stepped forward, Evie turned to you and barked, keeping you in place. Something that has only happened between the two of you twice. Even now you can’t explain it. “Evie relax...I’ll be right back. This is urgent!” To which she growled, jumping in front of you and blocking your path. You turned to the rookie behind you. “Leon, can you do it? She won’t let me go.”

“Can’t you just walk around her?”

“It’s a long story so can you please?”

The blonde looked between you and Evie before nodding and walking towards the end of the hall. Meanwhile, the man behind bars began muttering to himself as he watched Leon walk away. His back was pressed against the wall, wanting to make sure that if whatever was coming came down the hall, it would at least get to him last.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on.” He muttered.

You quickly approached the bars, wanting to make some use of yourself. You grabbed onto the bars and calmly called out to the man.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look at me, look at me! Just breathe, ok? Leon’s gonna find a way to open the door and we’re gonna get you outta here.”

The man’s gaze never left your face as he nodded, his breathing seemingly calming down as he locked on to your eyes. You don’t know why but he was giving off the air that he was definitely calming down.

“Deep breathing exercises are really good for a time like this.” You spoke quickly, so tunnel visioned that you didn’t know that Evie turned her attention away from Leon to the man behind the bars. “Impending doom doesn’t mean you have to give in to anxiety. Just...brea--”

SMASH

You let out a shrill scream as a large leather-clad hand busted through the concrete and grabbed onto the man’s head and without an ounce of effort, lifted him off the ground. Upon hearing the commotion, Leon ran back to the cell just in time to watch the faceless beast drag the man’s head across the wall higher, ripping through the wall in the process and leaving a trail of rubble in its wake before the hand tightened its grip on the man’s head, crushing it with ease.

You and Leon watched in horror as the man’s brain matter splattered all over the floor beneath his raised body. One his eyes bulged out, staring directly at you. It was completely lifeless. The faceless creature that had done this dropped the body without remorse, the sound of its heavy footsteps walking away. Clearly, it was either unaware that the three of you were also here and it didn’t care...yet.

“What the fuck was that?” You let out, making sure to keep your voice low so the creature doesn’t circle back.

Leon looked dumbfounded. “I-I don’t know…but I don’t think it was the other thing I ran into earlier.”

You gave him a stunned look. “Other thing? That’s not the only thing running around in here?”

He shook his head. “No, I can’t explain what it was but it was...this...grotesque giant monster with a...big lead pipe. It had an eye on its shoulder and it was...dangerous.”

“And you ran from that?”

“Actually, I fought it.”

“Really? And lived?”

“I think I killed it.” He took a pause. “I hope I killed it.” He noticed Evie turning around to face the door once again. “What happened with Elvira?”

You glanced down at your friend. “I am SO sorry that I was completely useless. It’s this thing that we’ve always had and she NEVER lets me go into something that she just KNOWS is completely dangerous and has the potential to cause me harm. She’s very difficult and I couldn’t have this argument with her at that moment. Again I am so so-”

“Don’t. Dogs aren’t known as man’s best friend for no reason. She was just looking out for you. I should’ve been faster.”

“No, it’s not your fault either. That is NOT what I was expecting so now there are flesh-eating monsters, a giant monster with an eyeball on its shoulder and…” You gestured over to the deceased man’s body with his mutilated head. “Whatever the fuck that was.”

“Now I’m all the more worried about what the hell is going on here.”

Evie’s low growling caught Leon’s attention as he spotted a figure approaching. He quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you behind him, pulling out his gun towards the approaching figure shrouded in darkness.

“Who is that!?” He shouted.

The figure finally was able to step into the light, revealing herself to be an Asian woman with short black hair and draped in a beige trench coat with a pair of sunglasses adorning her face. “It’s just me, so you can put that thing away.” She spied Elvira and nodded towards her. “Hello girl.”

She stopped in front of the bars and observed the mangled corpse inside. Leon did as he was told, something you noticed.

“You know her?” You whispered to him.

“FBI.” He answered.

You nodded. “Doesn’t make me feel any better for some reason.”

“Was he like this when you three got here?” The woman asked.

Leon stepped forward but you answered first. “Nope. Very much alive. We don’t really know what killed him but...it can break through walls. Are you the only agent here? There’s a good chunk of survivors in the city that most likely need rescuing.”

“No.” She answered sternly. “I’m here on a different mission.”

“So the FBI’s...what? Sitting on their asses? No one’s coming?”

She turned to you. “I didn’t say that. I said I’m here on a different mission. That has nothing to do with rescuing survivors.” She focused on Leon. “I told you to get out here.” She scolded. “Next time, you might just end up like Ben over there.”

“You knew him?” Leon asked.

“He was an informant. Had information of use to my investigation.”

“So then what he said was true?”

The woman didn’t reply to him and started walking off but Leon grabbed onto her arm which she quickly snatched out of his grasp. The sight was a little funny to you.

“You can’t keep walking away from me!” Even with her eyes covered by the sunglasses, you could tell she was glaring at Leon. “I don’t even know your name. WE don’t even know your name.” He added, motioning towards you.

The woman eyed you both.

“I’m Leon Kennedy. That’s Y/N Weaver...and Elvira.”

The husky barked, earning a smirk from the woman.

“Find a way out, Leon. Before it’s too late. Then maybe we’ll talk.”

With that, she walked off. Well...more like strutting off. “Name’s Ada.” She said before walking off and leaving all of you behind.

“Well...that...was an interaction.” You commented.

Leon looked over to Ben’s corpse, eying the parking pass still dangling from his neck.

“I guess the deal’s on.”

“Do you trust her?”

“Do we have a choice?”

You shrugged. “Get out of the city? You heard her, she was investigating. I don't think she needs a civilian and a rookie cop on her tail.”

Evie barked.

You rolled your eyes. “And a husky.”

Leon turned to you. “Aren't you even a little bit curious about what’s happening?”

“A little? I’ve been wondering about what’s been happening in the city I grew up in for days now, Leon. I don’t know what I could possibly do to figure out what happened. The only piece of info I know is that one day we found out the water was contaminated and that people were being eaten up in the mountains. I don’t have anything else to go on.”

“So...contaminated water...huh?” Leon replied, looking over to Ben. “What are the chances the answers are on Ben?”

You looked over to the corpse, shrugging. “I guess we gotta find a way to open the cell.”

“It was something he mentioned about blowing the whistle on Chief Irons. What or who could Irons be connected to that he wouldn’t want people knowing about?”

There was a silence between the two of you as Leon waited for your suggestion. There was a bored look on your face as you thought before the light bulb finally activated in your mind.

“Umbrella.”

“The pharmaceutical company?”

“They practically run this town. Most of the improvements come from their donations so...maybe in exchange for that they...get away with doing something illegal with help from the Chief of Police who has a say over how the entire station operates.” Then another thought dawned on you. “Oh shit…”

“What?”

“My mother works for Umbrella.”

“Is she here?”

“No, she works at a different facility outside the country but…”

“You’re worried she has something to do with all this?”

“It’s....possible she doesn’t and it could just be Raccoon City’s Umbrella facility but…”

“Hey,” sensing the anxiety building up from you. “We’re gonna figure this out, alright?”

“...Yeah…”

You won’t admit this...yet but there was something else that was now bothering you. Specifically, about the origins of Elvira. Your mother hated dogs but knew you loved them. When you asked where she found Evie, she simply told you that Evie was one of the dogs they were working with for medicines for animals but Evie didn’t quite meet the requirements. Instead of giving her back to a shelter, your mother thought to bring her home.

If not for Evie having this tendency of blocking you off from danger, you probably wouldn’t be thinking so much about this but this idea is quickly consuming your train of thought.

‘It’s not possible...is it?’

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[skulljackxiii]

Dramaronpa: Star Struck- Cody Reveal

"This isn't happening! This isn't Happening!! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!!!!! Oh man...I can't believe I got selected. No! be cool, be cool...Everything's gonna be okay. It's just like any other super Elite institution on it's own private island that only selects the best youths in the World that guarantees you wealthy connections, unlimited resources, one of a kind facilities, the best education on the planet, which all ultimately leads you to Happiness and Fulfillment for your entire life. Breathe in, breath out...*slowly inhale/exhale repeatedly*........*complete silence*...................GOD, I'm gonna HURL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (Hey, you must be wondering like who the hell this scrawny kid is and why is he panicking like a headless chicken. Well if you must know, I'm the super popular, confident, and panty-dropping smooth talker that knows all the INs and OUTs of this world...or at least that's who I wish I was. Luckily my online audience doesn't know that...sadly.) (My name is Cody, or better known as Moist Code; since I bring in the juiciest private secrets and never leaving them out to dry, it's dumb I know but I thought it was really cool back when I made my online presence in my first year of middle school. Anyway, I'm just your run-of-a-mill kid that likes to make videos about popular topics, trends, and news. But the thing that makes me standout from my peers on the same platforms, so much so that I got scouted by this OMEGA-Elite school, is that I dish out the hottest news before anyone else does in such large quantities in short periods of time. Well using the word NEWS is too nice of a word, their more like gossip/rumors from resources that don't always have the best evidence or backing.) (It's because of things like this that I'm not always seen in such a great light since the things I cover are somewhat sensitive, insane, and unreliable. But that doesn't really matter much since I, or at least my persona, is popular, getting the views I want, most importantly I'm liked by so many people.) (However I do feel kinda guilty for being selected since I'm not even the best of my field. Though I am super popular online, I only ever rank in the TOP 100 for most subscribed/viewed in all platforms. I can only see why I specifically got picked is because I'm the only one of proper high school age entering his first year, everyone else is either an adult or a child. Well...whatever, can't do anything to change that...I should just count myself lucky for being born this age. Thanks Mom, Dad....and God.) "I hope everything goes well for the next three years...No, everything WILL go well Cody, the Hell's wrong with you! You WILL have a great time!! You WILL get connections and have a bright future!!! You WILL talk to REAL people and make REAL friends!!!!! AND YOU WILL GET A GIRLFRIENDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOTHINGS GONNA STOP YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[thefanficmonster]

Begone

Streamer Gang & Asexual Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Acephobia, Swearing

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Comfort, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently come out as asexual, Y/N faces some less than pleasant or appropriate responses in their chat during their stream with the gang. Luckily, they’re not alone in battling the haters this time.

Requested by the lovely Anon who told acephobes to begone, yeah you know who you are hehe. Thank you so much for the request darling! Let’s show these acehobes who they’re messing with! Love, Vy ❤

Boy is this nerve-wrecking or what? Sure, I maybe woke up with a ton of confidence, I listened to motivational and uplifting talks and listened to mood boosting music. I had a healthy breakfast and a cup of coffee. Damn it, I went on a run, all in an attempt to convince myself that dealing with the online world again is but a piece of cake for a badass like me. Well, low and behold, that feeling didn’t last very long. Here I am, chewing my nails off at the though of hopping in the Discord call and Among Us lobby with my friends and starting my stream. It’s not like I’m not expecting my friends and fans to support me - of course I am! I know they’re gonna give me a ton of love and appreciation and support and uplift me no matter what. But then again, there’s still those people who believe me and other people like me to be invalid and broken and whatnot.

Those are the ones I wanna avoid. 

It’s not like their words mean much to me but I simply don’t wanna see em, you know? It’s not only about me - it’s least about me actually - it’s more about all those wonderful people they are insulting when they say shit like that about asexuals and all the people on the ace spectrum. I can’t help but flare up and get angry on the behalf of all my ace friends and even people I’ve never met.

It’s also my first time being directly thrown into the fire instead of getting caught in the crossfire seeing as how I came out to my fandom via a tweet and an Instagram post a week ago, telling my identity’s truth: finally bringing my asexuality to the surface to shine its brightest so I can be be my best and reach for my full potential.

But damn am I afraid to see how everyone took it. 

My friends were quick to jump in and take me offline before I start refreshing my own posts to see the comments under them. Lord knows that without them I would’ve driven myself insane, I’ll forever be grateful for what they did and the lengths they went to to keep me offline and whatnot. One word to give you an idea of how invested they were in this: origami. All of us might as well have been born with two left hands and yet we still tried doing origami. Freaking origami.

Damn do I love my friends.

But now I don’t have sheets of paper and my friends to distract me. I have a fanbase to entertain and another friend group I haven’t talked to in a while. I don’t wanna get any predictions in already so I don’t jinx myself, so I’m just gonna say it’s gonna be...interesting regardless of what happens.

Then again, when is it not interesting when the streamer gang’s involved.

Deep breaths, Y/N. You got this

Listening to that encouraging little voice inside my head, I finally equip my headphones and in one fluid motion turn my camera on, officially starting my stream and unmuting my mic as I hop in the call with everyone.

“Hi guys! Guess who’s returned!“ I exclaim cheerfully, desperate to hide the nervousness of my voice.

“You really missed your opportunity to say ‘guess who’s back...back again’ didn’t you?“ Charlie is the one who greets me first, sounding rather disappointed in me in his usual jokester manner. It’s nice to hear, it makes me feel like nothing’s changed in the week I’ve been gone. Like I’m still the same person to these people. I really am the same, I just now am a lot better version of myself. Almost as though I’ve reached my final form. It feels empowering really. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Charlie laughs again, “Congrats, by the way. You keep proving you can get cooler and cooler.“

“Careful there Charlie, I can only handle so large of an ego.“ I joke back, rolling my eyes playfully as a wide grin spreads across my face, “No, but seriously, thank you so much, man. It means the world to me that you support me.“

“Um, how could we NOT?“ That’s very clearly Rae, “Hun, you are so brave and amazing and wonderful, how could we ever NOT support you?“

“Yeah, we’ll always support you no matter what, Y/N. We’ll always be your friends, through thick, thin and beyond.“ Poki too interferes, her words only making my smile wider.

“Alright, alright, y’all are gonna make me cry and I haven’t even read my chat yet, hold on.“ I say, fanning my face to dry the tears I hope the webcam isn’t spotting, “Darn, you guys are the best. Sorry, give me a sec to gather my composure, I’ll be right back.“

I quickly mute my in-game mic as I turn to my chat where I see the same amount of love and support in the form of comments and emojis flooding in from my viewers. A warm feeling spreads throughout my chest, making me feel the most comfortable with myself I’ve ever felt. The most loved I’ve ever felt. The most seen and understood. To finally be you feels like you are finally really living in this world, not like you’ve been already living in it for God knows how long. It makes me so freaking happy and fulfilled to finally be living as me, as the real me.

Unfortunately, in life, nothing can be 100% pure and good. There’s always at least 1% there threatening to ruin all your happiness you worked so hard to build or obtain. It may be one in a hundred, but fuck it’s powerful and effective.

And in my case it comes in the form of two comments that stick out to my eyes. Acephobic comments saying my identity’s fake, claiming I’m faking it, saying us acephobes are immature creatures who refuse to grow up, or attention whores. Or just saying we’re delusional and in denial, confused about who we are.

I hadn’t even realized I was clenching my jaw and fists but when I do, I slowly relax my muscles and crack my knuckles before addressing the two people who spat out that nonsense.

“Ok, listen here, shooterpro69 and yourmom_lol. For starters, I want to apologize for your ignorance and lack of education on the matter of asexuality. In fact, for you especially, I plan on making an educational video, explaining asexuality to people who need or want to learn more. You, my friends, are in desperate need to be fed some knowledge cause damn, God knows how many people secretly think you’re hella stupid. Not that they’re wrong to think so but anyway. Unless you have anything nice or positive to say, begone from my chat. Actually, when I think about it, begone from every chat. No one needs you polluting their communities with acephobia and hate.“ I say, all spoken in a calm tone despite the boiling anger within me. People who know me well would probably be able to tell I’m fuming underneath the calm façade, but at least I got my message across loud and clear.

“WOO HOO, You tell em Y/N!“ Toast cheers, clapping his hands and whistling as more cheering arises from each my friends, leaving me in a state of mild shock and confusion.

Wait, what?!

“Um, wait, you guys heard that?“ I ask, my eyes darting to thein-game mic symbol that shows an not crossed-off mic, meaning it was enabled during the entirety of my speech.

“Hell yeah we did! You slayed them, Y/N! Damn goddamn!“ Rae whistles too, her enthusiasm wafting over me like a breath of fresh air.

“I second that!“ Corpse joins in, “And remember what we said - we’ll support you through anything. Need to bury an acephobe’s body, we’re the people you should call.” He says, confident as heck.

And I just can’t hold it in anymore - I burst out laughing, doubling over from the intensity.

If I thought I was happy and fulfilled before, this has to be the closest to paradise I’m gonna get on Earth.  All thanks to these wonderful people. Friends are really something else aren’t they: they come into your life - often unexpectedly - and change it completely. Suddenly you’re not alone, you’re not forced to deal with everything and face everything on your own. Someone’s got your back and you’ve got theirs.

Through thick, thin and beyond.

And it’s so fucking amazing.

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[yandere-society]

The Devil in the ICU

Pairing:

Synopsis: You’ve rarely spoken to your neighbor Jimin, but he’s always been kind to you. When you get into an accident that lands you in the ER, you’re grateful to see who’s taking such good care of you. It isn’t until later that you start to wonder… will you ever be leaving the hospital?

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: Blood, murder/death, yandere themes, stalking themes, needles/IVs

Admin: @psycho-slytherin​

Request:

How did you wind up here? 

As you slump back into your bed, with him lying on the floor next to you, a hazy thought informs you that it must look like a scene straight out of Romeo and Juliet.

Although, you think ruefully, glancing down at the sharp shard of glass clenched in your fist, I don’t think Juliet would have done this.

“Merry fucking Christmas.”

~Three weeks earlier~

Taehyung, leaning against the doorframe with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand, looks as handsome as the day you married him. “Have a good day at work!”

You give him a quick kiss, shivering in the brisk morning air. “You too. Remember that we have that dinner tonight!”

Tae laughs. “Is that what we’re calling the awards ceremony? You know you’ve earned bragging rights.”

“Shush!” You boop him on the nose before turning and making for your car. On the other side of the fence, you can see your neighbor Jimin step out onto his porch. He catches your eye and, as Taehyung goes back inside, you smile amicably and nod at Jimin before getting into your car. You see him at his front door every morning, and he’s always friendly.

On your drive to the university campus, you think about tonight’s dinner. You’ll be presented with an awards for Arts Education despite being one of the youngest professors in the university’s faculty. You were thrilled when the dean of the school contacted you for the honor.

Once you park, you speedwalk to your first class of the day and burst through the door. You soon find yourself looking at twenty students, some bright-eyed, some more zombie-like.

“I’d apologize for being late,” you say, “But at this point I don’t think anyone is surprised.” The more awake students laugh, and you sling your bag onto your desk at the front of the room. “Let’s get started. Yoongi, you’re up first for workshop. Why don’t you stand up and read?”

Of all of your students, you think Yoongi is the most likely to pursue his career in creative writing. 

He nods and stands. You can see his hands trembling as he clutches the paper. 

When he sits back down after reading his poem, there’s a smattering of applause. “Very nice,” you say. “Now, who’d like to offer their feedback?”

~~~

Hours later, you dismiss your last class. You can’t wait to go home and tell Taehyung all about your day.

“So this one kid really decided the best move, instead of asking for an extension, was to plagiarize Twilight. Fucking Twilight!” 

Taehyung laughs as he buttons up his shirt. “What did you tell her?”

“Ugh, I hate to report anyone for plagiarism, I told her to write something new and turn it in for half credit.”

“No wonder your students love you. I think you’re personally responsible for all of the creative writing majors on campus.”

You finish zipping up your dress. “Probably. Let’s get going, yeah?” 

“Your wish, my command,” Taehyung says, gallantly bowing you out the door. You giggle as he opens the passenger side door for you. “For real, Y/n, want to get away for a weekend to celebrate? This is a nationally recognized award!”

“Hm…” you pretend to think. “Maybe we could go somewhere warm and sunny, with lots of beaches.”

Taehyung interlaces his fingers with yours, lifts your hand to his mouth, and kisses your palm. “Whatever you want. Christmas is coming up, maybe we can travel somewhere for the winter.”

You smile and look out of the window as Taehyung begins the drive. The ceremony is being held at a hotel twenty minutes away. And in a few weeks, you’ll be spending Christmas with the love of your life somewhere warm.

Under the twinkling night sky, everything feels so peaceful. Suddenly, you see a flash of light overhead. “Tae! A shooting star! Look-”

BANG. You hear the sound of crunching metal, feel a violent jerk, and everything goes dark.

~~~

“When she wakes up, start her on 20 milligrams of morphine. If her blood pressure is still low, go ahead and add saline to the IV. She shouldn’t need a transfusion unless anything opens up again.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

Doctor. Are you in the hospital, then? Was there an accident? “Ugh…” You blink hard in the blinding light. You’re woozy, and your mouth tastes like copper.

“Y/n! Doctor, she’s awake!” You hear a familiar voice, and feel a hand grip your own.

“M-Mom?”

“Y/n. Thank heavens, you’re awake.” Your mom’s voice is strained and thick, as though she’s been crying. When your eyes finally focus on her, she’s sniffling, and her eyes are bloodshot. She’s wearing a formal black dress – did she come straight from the ceremony?

“What happened?” You croak.

“You were in an accident,” your mom says, her voice breaking. “A bad one. We weren’t sure if you would make it.”

You wince. That doesn’t make sense, and the cost of a hospital stay isn’t in your budget. “Where’s Taehyung?” 

Your mother is silent for a moment too long, and you feel your chest grow tight. “Mom, where is Taehyung? He was in the car with me!”

“He… he didn’t make it. I’m so sorry,” your mom whispers. “The doctors did everything they could.”

No. “You’re lying.” Of course she is, she has to be, he’s your husband, he can’t be gone. “Don’t lie. He’s fine.” 

“Y/n, baby…” 

“No!” You weakly pull your hand from her grip. Angry tears form and begin to spill down your swollen, tender cheeks. “You’re lying!” Please, you beg inside your head, please be lying. Not Taehyung. He’s healthy, strong, smart, he has to be fine. 

You can see unshed tears shining in your mother’s eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“We weren’t going that fast,” you say desperately. “It can’t have been bad.”

“You broke a leg and a rib, fractured your collarbone, and punctured your lung,” Your mother says quietly. “They said you were lucky to have no brain damage.”

You sit back, stunned. It’s true, you’re wrapped in bandages and the parts of your skin that you can see are black and blue. When you lift the blanket, you can see a small clear tube protruding from your chest. Still, it’s impossible. You had only been driving for a few minutes. “What happened? The accident?”

“I-It was a hit-and-run,” your mother responds shakily. “They T-boned your car and drove away. There were witnesses, but no cameras and nobody got a license plate. They put out a notice for the car.”

You swallow. Despite your injuries, it seems like you’re unable to feel anything at all. Please, no… 

There’s a soft knock at the door. “Y/n?” You look up and through the dark fog in your head you feel a tinge of shock.

Standing in front of you, wearing blue scrubs and a mask, is… your neighbor.

“Jimin?”

Jimin nods. “I’m sorry for what you’re going through. I just need to adjust your IV – are you in pain?”

“No- yes.” As soon as the word escapes your mouth, feeling spills back into your body. Fuck. Suddenly you can’t breathe, your chest feels like it’s on fire, and your leg… “It hurts really badly.”

“Let me increase the morphine dosage.” He steps towards the machines and IV to which you’re hooked up and fiddles with some buttons.

Your heart feels as though it’s stopped on Taehyung. You refuse to believe it, and so you refuse to grieve. “I didn’t know you were a doctor,” you say to Jimin. Your voice sounds like a robotic copy of itself. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your mother glancing at you with worry.

“I’m not, I’m a nurse,” he replies. 

“You take good care of her, you hear?” Your mom says to Jimin, clearly understanding your silent signal not to bring up Taehyung. She was lying – he has to be fine.

Jimin nods firmly, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Yes, ma’am. She’ll be up and about soon, but for now she needs rest.”

As your mom rises slowly from her chair beside your bed, she grasps Jimin’s hand in hers. “Make sure she’s okay.”

“I will.”

Once your mom leaves, your eyelids feel heavy. Your brain is foggy with distorted thoughts of Taehyung. Why can’t you remember anything? “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning,” Jimin supplies.

That surprises you. “It’s been hours.” 

“It has.” “Do you know what happened to the awards ceremony?”

“The… what?”

Of course he doesn’t. Why should he? You sink as far as you can into your pillow, wishing only that it would suffocate you. It feels like there’s an all-consuming black hole in your chest, clawing at every part of you. Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

“I’m sorry about your husband,” Jimin says gravely. “I met him several times. He was a very kind man.”

“He’s not gone,” you reply stubbornly. He can’t be. “I just need to get better and get home.” Tae will be there.

Jimin pauses. “We’ll do our best.”

“Thank you.”

“The doctor will be back in soon,” Jimin adds. “I can give you something to help you sleep after.”

“Oh, you’re an angel.” After everything that’s happened, you don’t think you can ever sleep again. At least, not until you’re with Taehyung. Surely, the doctor will be able to tell you the truth. 

The doctor comes in, a middle-aged Black woman who introduces herself as Dr. Greene. She walks you through your injuries and the path to recovery. “Luckily, they could have been a lot worse,” she says, eyeing your chart appreciatively. “You should be discharged in two weeks, give or take. After that, it’ll be a while still with your leg in a cast. You’ll have to come back for more check-ups. And as soon as your lung heals, we want you to start physical therapy to counteract all the bed rest. Do you have any questions for me?”

“Where is my husband?” You ask desperately. Behind Dr. Greene, you see Jimin’s face has turned stony. “He was in the car with me, his name is Kim Taehyung–”

“Your husband has passed away,” the doctor says simply, quietly. “I’m sorry.”

At last, with this authority figure having sealed his fate, you allow yourself to cry for Taehyung. Loud, animalistic sobs tear from your chest until your abused ribs and lungs can’t support you anymore and you collapse, screaming silently into hands that hurt to lift. 

“Y/n…”

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair! It should have been me.” The two of you were only on your way to the dinner because of you. It’s your fault. Your fault. Your fault. “It should have been me!”

You feel fingertips lightly touch your aching shoulder. From his earlier position near the doorway, Jimin is suddenly right next to you. “No, it shouldn’t have. And it’s not your fault, Y/n,” he says. 

“Grief is natural and necessary, really, for the healing process,” Dr. Greene adds. “But Nurse Jimin is right, you shouldn’t blame yourself.” She looked back at her chart. “Jimin, you’re on call for the night, yes?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Keep an eye on her pain levels. Y/n, if you’re uncomfortable or need anything during the night, press this button and Jimin will come check in on you, alright?”

You nod numbly. You don’t care. You hope you do die during the night, so you can at least be with Taehyung. 

Jimin leaves and returns in what feels like both an hour and two seconds, holding a clear bag full of liquid and a bottle of pills.

“Take one of these to help you sleep. This is for your blood pressure – it’s still low – and we’ve added more morphine.”

You simply hold out your hand for the bottle, shake out a pill, and swallow it down without water. Why would you need water when the love of your life is gone?

“Remember, press the button if you need anything,” Jimin says. “I’ll be right here for you.”

“Mm.” You turn over as much as you comfortably can and almost immediately fall into a hopefully dreamless sleep.

If only you were so lucky.

The crash. The moment of the shooting star. Over and over and over again.

“Y/n! Come on, baby, wake up!” You can’t see anything, but you can hear his voice. “They’ll be here soon, you have to hang on for me, okay?”

7.

“Help! Somebody help! No, she’s worse than me, hurry up!”

H.

“Miss? Can you hear me?” 

“Shit, he’s coding!”

L.

“Y/n?” You feel yourself being gently shaken, and still half-dreaming, your body gives a great shudder from the accident. “I’m sorry to wake you. I just need to take your vitals.”

“Blue,” you reply, barely able to form the word. You saw it. “The car was blue.” 

When you look up, you realize that it’s not Jimin, but a nurse you’ve never seen before. She pauses for a moment, clearly perplexed, before she blinks.

“Oh! You were in a car accident?”

“The car was blue,” you continue, scared to lose the thought. You’re a professor of writing at a top university, you should be able to express yourself more fluently. But your words seem to escape you before you can capture them. “License 7-H-L.”

“Oh, my… the nurse looks around before grabbing a pen clipped to her scrubs and scribbling the numbers onto a notepad beside you. “You’re a regular detective!”

“Where’s Jimin?” You ask. You don’t know this new nurse, but at least you trust Jimin.

“Oh, his shift ended,” she replies. “He’ll be back tonight! In the meantime, can you tell me how you feel?”

“I’m… dizzy. My heart…” You can hear it pounding hard in your ears, far too quickly, and leaving you lightheaded. Your whole body hurts, centralized in your leg and chest, far worse than last night.

“Your blood pressure must have gone back to normal, let me get that saline off for you. How’s the pain? Your morphine should have worn off by now.”

You wince. “Bad.”

“Okay, I’ll adjust that.” The nurse fiddles with your IV before turning back to you. “I think your mother will be here soon. In the meantime, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually… can you tell her not to come?” A wave of guilt tries to wash over you, but it’s overpowered by the darkness already inside. “I just want to sleep today. She shouldn’t bother.” You pause. “I don’t want any visitors.” “Ah- sure thing, whatever you’d like,” the nurse chirps hesitantly. “Oh, and… what happened to your hair?”

“What do you mean?”

The nurse points. “You’re missing a chunk of hair, I’m guessing from the accident. Hey, maybe when you get out you can try a new style!”

“Yeah, maybe.” You lay back down and stare at the ceiling, wishing only that it would fall apart and crush you. What’s the point of anything without Taehyung? But… what about your students, your classes?

The day passes in a blur, and your intermittent napping keeps you barely aware of your surroundings. You don’t dream of the crash again – it’s a blessing, but at the same time you wish you could remember the rest of the license plate. You finally awaken for real once dusk has settled on the hospital.

You press the button, and immediately Jimin is in your room. “What can I do for you, Y/n?”

You take a deep breath. “Can you please bring me a pad of paper and a pencil?” You were a teenager when your father passed away, and writing was the only thing that saved you then. Perhaps it will be your healing salve now.

“Sure, there’s paper right-” Jimin pauses beside your bed before handing you the pad of paper. “Here, sorry. And you can use one of my pens. How are you feeling?”

“Groggy,” you reply. You’re surprised by how weak your grip on the pencil feels. “Numb. It hurts, but…”

“I’ll make a note for the doctor. Don’t worry, I promised your mom that I’d help you get better. Your lung should be healing soon,” Jimin says. “But I need to change the bandages on your chest tube, if that’s okay?” “Yeah.” You forgot it was there, the clear tube coming out of your chest. It’s held in place with bandages, which Jimin carefully removes before cleaning off your skin and placing new ones down. He’s wearing a silver locket that you’ve never noticed before. It suits him, shining against his skin.

“Thank you,” you say as he finishes taking your vitals. 

“I’m happy to help.”

The next week passes in a blur; between crying fits for Taehyung, assuring your mother that you’re alright, scribbling down everything on your mind, and forcing yourself to sleep simply to avoid the reality of waking hours, you barely have a second to consider your own healing process.

It isn’t until Dr. Greene beams at you that you register: physically, you’re feeling a lot better, and after a week of bed rest and god awful depression, you’re ready to try hobbling around. 

“Looks like you might actually get out a few days early,” Dr. Greene says. “We’ll be able to remove that chest tube tonight.” Beside you, your mother begins crying with relief. 

“Wonderful.” It’s still hard to smile, but you manage a weak attempt. Later that day, you hear a bit of commotion in the hallway, and soon the nurse brings in a huge basket of cards, flowers, and stuffed animals.

“Woah… what’s all this?” With effort, you sit up and take the offered basket. The sweet smell of the flowers is a welcome change to the cold sanitation of the hospital. 

“From your students!” The nurse says happily. “Some even sent you books!”

“Aww, they’re sweet.” You flip through one of the books and notice that all your advisees have signed the title page and scribbled well-wishes in the margins of the chapters. Their kindness and love sparks your first real smile since the accident.

You spend the day reading, counting down the hours until your chest tube is removed. When you’re finally wheeled to the OR and numbed up so they can sew the hole in your chest shut, you feel relief. Your leg is still in a cast, but at least your body is fighting for you. 

That night, you’re drifting off to sleep when you feel a painful tugging on your chest, right where your stitches are. “Mm?” You blink sleepily and see Jimin’s silhouette standing over you.

“Ah, Y/n. I’m sanitizing your wound so it heals well, don’t mind me. How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little sore,” you reply honestly. “It’s not too bad, though.” “Let me fix that for you.” You can see Jimin’s dark figure change something on your IV. “That’ll help you feel better.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, feeling sleep begin to overtake you.

“It’s my pleasure, Y/n.” That night, your dreams are choppy and chaotic. At one point, you dream that your body is on fire; at another, you’re back in the accident but instead of Taehyung, it’s Jimin. The sun has barely risen before you bolt upwards. “Gah!” Your throat is burning, dry, painful – it feels like you’ve swallowed sand.

It must be extra early, because Jimin is still there. He rushes to your bedside. “Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“I- who are you? I need… water…” you croak, your vision swimming before you. You don’t know who this man is, and you don’t know where you are. You can vaguely feel yourself falling backwards.

“Okay, let me get you some- wait, Y/n!”

~~~

You awaken with Jimin, Dr. Greene, and another nurse standing over you. Packed in bed beside you are several ice packs. Even so, you feel your body sweating. 

“What… happened?” You manage. Your tongue feels thick in your mouth.

“You woke up with a bad fever. It’s lucky Jimin thought fast and worked to cool you down.” Dr. Greene said. “We’ll have to keep you monitored for longer than we anticipated.”

“W-Why do I have a fever?”

Dr. Greene’s brows knit together. “I… I’m not sure. We’ll keep an eye on you for the next couple of days and see if anything changes.”

Your fever goes up and down throughout the day, occasionally spiking dangerously enough that the monitors around you begin to beep in alarm. Around noon, Jimin comes in with water and a bottle of pills. He’s wearing a lopsided Santa hat along with his scrubs.

“Merry almost-Christmas. Here, take two for the fever.”

“What are you doing here?” You ask weakly. Even in your fever-addled mind, you remember he only comes at night.

“My shift changed. You need more urgent care anyways, and I volunteered.”

You swallow down the pills and nod. “Thanks.”

“Your bruises have improved,” Jimin observes, lightly touching your face.

“I guess. Fuck.” You feel the sudden urge to douse yourself in cold water. “I just want to get out of here.”

Jimin is quiet for a moment. “Have they found the car that hit you?”

“How would I know?” You feel a wave of dizziness hit you, likely brought on by a heartbeat that never seems to slow down. “Jimin, please…” Save me.

“We’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow,” Jimin says. “For now, you should stay awake. What’s your favorite color?”

“Uh, green.”

“Favorite food?” You can barely think. “Sushi.”

Jimin grins. “Favorite neighbor?”

You try to summon a chuckle. “Whichever one is saving my life.”

“Fantastic. I’ll see you later tonight. Your mother should be in here soon – let me adjust your pain meds, we kept you off of them from the fever but they might just help.”

The night feels eternal; you can’t sleep a wink, and your mother stays with you the whole night. Your fever continues to climb and although at first your breathing is rapid to cool you down, by the time the sun rises it feels as though your lungs have stopped working entirely. You don’t know if that’s normal for a fever.

“Doctor!” Your mother calls for what feels like the thousandth time. 

Dr. Greene hurries into the room, Jimin right behind her. “Is it her fever?”

“No, it’s…” Your mother points wordlessly at your hands. You can’t see what she’s talking about, but when you raise your hands you see your fingertips are blue. You can’t think. You can’t breathe. You don’t care. Everything is fuzzy, so fuzzy… the monitors are beeping again, but you can barely hear them. You’re gasping for air now, choking on nothing. You can’t breathe.

“Doctor Greene,” Jimin says loudly, “I think she’s overdosing.”

“Lord, you may be right. Get the Narcan!”

Jimin darts out of the room and returns just as your eyes begin to flutter closed. Taehyung… 

~~~

There’s a cliff. Taehyung is there, you know it. You just need to jump. The moment you start walking, though, it’s almost as if you’re being pulled away from the edge. No! You open your eyes. Has it been minutes? Days?

“Dear god,” your mother says breathlessly. “She’s awake.”

“How on earth…?” Dr. Greene wonders, wiping her forehead. “Jimin, props to you for your quick thinking. But an overdose? How?”

“Doctor, it’s possible that with her weakness and weight loss, plus the fact that we held off the morphine for several days, an average dose might have caused her to OD.” Jimin suggests. His voice seems to carry more authority than even Dr. Greene’s.

“Yes, perhaps… but the fever?”

“Hm…” Jimin reaches forward and prods at the stitches on your chest. You immediately flinch, your raspy voice yelping in pain. “An infection. Possibly blood poisoning.”

“You know, you really might be right,” Dr. Greene says thoughtfully. “It’s not impossible. Okay, we’ll start you on an antibacterial and switch to lower-grade painkillers.” With this note, Dr. Greene and Jimin file out, leaving you with your mother.

“Momma, did you ever find the car?” You ask, gripping her hand urgently. The owner of that car killed your husband; you want them brought to justice.

“No, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“What about the license plate?”

“Well, none of the witnesses saw it-”

“No,” you shake your head. “I- the nurse wrote it down. On…” you point to the notepad beside you. “The first page.”

Your mother picks up the abused pad of paper, filled with random journal entries and doodles, and flips to the front. “Y/n, there’s nothing here. It’s blank. Maybe you dreamed it?”

“What? No.” You’re sure that the nurse wrote it down for you. “Check on the floor.”

After a brief but thorough search, the paper doesn’t turn up. What had happened? You can’t possibly remember the partial plate now. Shit. And even so, it was a literal fever dream – you could have made the numbers up.

“Y/n, I’m going to go for an early Christmas dinner at Aunt Ella’s, but I’ll be back tomorrow morning, okay?” 

“Sure, mom.” She’s barely slept, after all. 

The next several days pass and you gradually begin to recover. The lab tests confirmed your blood poisoning, and you feel more grateful than ever that Jimin managed to catch it early – it could have killed you. It’s now been more than two weeks since the accident, and finally the doctor tells you that you’ll be ready to go home soon. As Christmas approaches, you’ve heard holiday music float through the air and bows and wreaths appear in your hospital room and down the hall. Even with the holiday cheer, the loss of the license plate weighs heavy on your mind.

“Merry Christmas Eve! Time to get up and try walking around!” The afternoon nurse says cheerfully as she helps you out of bed. With your heavy green cast making your leg feel detached, you clunk around while holding the nurse’s arm. You near the window, which overlooks a parking lot decorated with dirty snow, and gaze down onto the cars. Can you ever feel safe in a car again?

“Which one’s yours?” You ask the nurse absentmindedly, suddenly struck by another bolt of grief. Her life is normal. She has a car and goes to work.

“That white one right there next to the blue Prius,” she replies, pointing. You mindlessly follow her finger, when suddenly –

Blue. You clutch at your chest and stumble backwards, nearly falling if she hadn’t caught you. “That’s…” No, it can’t be. But in your heart and deep, deep in your memory… “Can you read the plate number on that blue car next to yours?”

“Uh, it’s a little too far away,” she replies, squinting. “I think it’s Jimin,’s though, I always see him pulling in just as my shift is over.”

Jimin. “Does it look dented at all?” You manage. “His car?”

“Ah… a little? I’m not sure.”

Jimin does have a blue Prius, you know that from seeing it in his driveway every day. So why, today, did the thought strike you so violently?

“You know, I think I’m tired. I’m going to lay down.”

“Oh, okay. Do you want some water or to go to the bathroom?”

“No. I just want to be alone.”

“Okay.” The nurse looks worried, but leaves you settled back in your bed. Night falls quickly and you hear a knock on the door. Jimin lets himself in, a bottle of pills in his hand.

“Hey, I heard you’ll be getting discharged soon,” he says cheerfully. He’s still wearing the Santa hat.

Blue. “Yeah, hopefully.”

“Awesome. Well, you need to take these,” he says, shaking two pills from the bottle in his hand and handing them to you.”

“What are they for?”

“They’ll help you sleep and let your blood vessels dilate to regulate your blood pressure.”

“Mm.” You wash them down with his offered water. Almost as soon as you swallow, you feel your body rebel against you – you lean over and vomit onto the floor. The smell makes you gag and you feel everything you’ve eaten come up a second time, the stomach acid burning your throat.

“What- what did you give-” you can’t finish your sentence as your stomach convulses again. Jimin rushes over to you with a bucket and you lean into it, retching. You continue dry heaving long after your body is completely emptied, while Jimin rubs your back reassuringly. “G-get the doctor,” you croak.

“Are you going to be okay alone-?” “Yes. Please, just…” your body shivers as he gets up and leaves. What did he give you? You’re doubtless that those pills caused your vomiting. Just the thought sends you back to your bucket, although you’ve no more left to give. 

“What on earth happened?” Dr. Greene says, rushing in. Jimin is close behind her.

“He gave me pills…” you gasp as your body tries to vomit again. The muscle contractions leave you feeling boneless. “They made me throw up.”

“You’ve got no known allergies on file…” Dr. Greene says, consulting a chart by your bed. “Jimin, what did you give her?”

Jimin produces a bottle clearly labelled DOXEPINE. “Just to help her sleep, she was asking for something earlier.”

Your heart drops. “That’s not-” you’re interrupted by another gagging fit. You want to scream at your body that there’s nothing left, but you can barely speak. “Not the same-” fuck.

“She must have a sensitivity to the Doxepine,” Dr. Greene says thoughtfully. “Jimin, make sure she stays hydrated. If she keeps throwing up we’ll need to keep her longer for observation.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Ngh… no…” Dr. Greene leaves before you can tell her that that wasn’t the same pill bottle.

“Here, drink this,” Jimin says, offering you a bottle of water.

“What did you give to me?” You ask, panting. As soon as the water touches your tongue you reach for the bucket, your body rejecting it immediately.

Jimin blinks innocently. “Sleeping pills.”

“Fuck off, that wasn’t the… same bottle.”

“Y/n, you’re sick and grieving, it’s understandable that your eyes are playing tricks on you-”

“No. You… poisoned me!” You summon what strength you have left and swipe at the nurse, who’s now leaning over you. Your fingers catch the silver chain around his neck, and the motion knocks the locket open.

Fluttering out of the locket and onto your bandaged chest is… hair?

No, not hair. Your hair. The color, and texture… it’s exactly the same.

You’re missing a chunk of hair, I’m guessing from the accident, the nurse had said.

Not from the accident. Almost in slow motion, your eyes travel up to meet Jimin’s. 

“Y/n, you’re acting erratic.” As if nothing happened, he plucks your hair from the bed, tucks it back into the locket, and straightens his Santa hat. “I’ll have to tell the doctor to consider sedatives. Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

“No-” Your stomach contracts once more and by the time you look up, gasping for breath, he’s gone.

You spend another sleepless night in the hospital, growing more paranoid by the minute. You refuse to eat or drink anything you’re given – you’re still nauseous, and what if it’s full of sedatives? 

When dawn breaks on Christmas Day, you’ve never felt less cheer. You’re concerned about Jimin; the car is surely a coincidence, but the hair? And the pills?

“Y/n?” Dr. Greene knocks on the door. “Merry Christmas. How are you feeling?”

“I want to get out of here,” you respond immediately.

Dr. Greene smiles. “We’ll see how you do moving around today. How’s your nausea?” 

“Better,” you lie. Anything to leave. You can handle nausea at home.

“Wonderful. Well, Nurse Jimin will be taking care of you today, since your other nurses are off duty. Press the button if you need anything.”

You nod, shivering. Should you tell Dr. Greene? Before you can consider it, though, she’s left the room.

Hours later, Jimin pops his head in, his Santa hat crooked. The locket is still swinging from his neck. 

“Hey! Dr. Greene said if you’re doing well by the end of the day, you might be discharged for tomorrow!”

You stare at him. Can he really pretend nothing is wrong? “Great.”

“Let’s get you up and walking around.” Jimin offers you his arm. At first you don’t want to take it, but your legs are too weak on your own. He slowly leads you out of your room and down the hall before circling back. You pass another window overlooking the parking lot and there, in the same spot, is the blue car. From this window, you can see much better.

“Which car’s yours?” you ask quietly.

“That blue Prius next to the white one,” he says cheerfully, pointing.

Finally, when you squint you can read the license plate: 7HLC946.

7HL. Your body stiffens. It’s the same car. Then, that means… you swivel slowly until you’re staring at Jimin, who’s still looking out of the window. He killed your husband.

He leads you back to your room. You feel frozen, and not from the wintertime. When you go inside, you hear a soft click. Your eyes widen. He locked the door.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly from behind you.

“F-fine. Perfect,” you reply, your voice shaking.

“You know, you really have to stop getting yourself in trouble,” he says, strolling to the bed and smoothing down your sheets. Your eyes dart to the locked door. If you made a break for it with your cast, he could still beat you to it. “Every time you’re supposed to get discharged, something happens, and then who has to save you?”

“I’ve recovered,” you say firmly. Is it an ego thing? He wants credit for doing his job?

“Before, you always had your husband to save you,” Jimin says, standing. His eyes are drilling holes into you. “Do you know why he’d always see you off at the door?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” “It’s so I couldn’t even look at you. He was always around, but not this time. And this time it was me that saved your life.” Jimin is advancing now, still smiling serenely. Your heart pounding, you back away, your cast clunking against the floor. 

“It was you,” you whisper when your back hits the window. “Your car. You hit us.”

“Almost gave me a heart attack when I saw you remembered my plate,” he says now, examining his nails. “Lucky I saw it before your mother did. How is she, by the way?”

“You… you killed my husband!” Your scream is more animal than human when it rips from your throat. You’re fully prepared to leap at Jimin and take the life he took from Taehyung when he pulls out a syringe.

“Shhh…” he says, stepping forward. “What did I say about sedation?”

Your blood runs cold. You don’t want to know what’s in the syringe, or what he’d do to you if he injected you with it.

Caught between him and the window, you freeze. You have to get away from him. You turn around and swing your heavy cast at the window. 

With a painful CRASH, the glass shatters. Shards fly everywhere, several of them catching and slicing your skin. You hear commotion outside and below as you shoot for the window and try to grab onto the windowsill. You nearly sob when the glass in your grip breaks off the windowsill. Almost… just like your dream of the cliff, though, you’re dragged back from the escape. Jimin locks one arm around your neck and pulls you away from the window.

You feel a sharp prick in your arm and, seconds later, your muscles seem to melt. If Jimin weren’t supporting your weight you would have fallen. Shit. What did he do to you?

“It’s for your own good, my love,” he says, carrying you to the bed and tucking the blankets in around you. Your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth; you can’t speak, and you can barely move your arms. 

There’s a loud banging on the door. “Y/n! Are you alright?”

“One second,”Jimin says to you before striding to the door and opening it.

“Jimin! What happened?” The voice belongs to a doctor you don’t recognize.

“Hey, Dr. Kim. Y/n started being combative and went for the window. Luckily, I got her calmed down and back into bed.”

Help. Your vocal chords won’t respond to you. “Hhe…”

“Goodness. We should get her moved out while the window is being repaired.” “I agree, but she did just fall asleep and she hasn’t slept in a while. I suggest giving her an hour.”

“Alright, well, please keep an eye on her.”

“Sure thing, Doctor.” Jimin shuts the door and locks eyes with you. 

“I’ve waited for you for a while, you know,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. His position pins down your left arm, but your right is still free. If only you could move it. “You never got sick, or hurt. I checked. You never even came to visit.” Jimin continues smiling, but his eyes are cold. “That wasn’t very nice. It’s your fault that I had to make you come visit.”

“Stuh… you,” you gasp, forcing your head to clear. “Psy…” Let me go, you want to scream. You’re straining with the effort just to lift your head.

“I know, I know, why didn’t I just talk to you at your house? Well, your guardian was always there. But here, I’m in control. And I’m the one that can save you.”

You can sense feeling returning to your arms. If he keeps talking, it might give you more time to recover from your paralysis. Luckily, Jimin seems so relieved that he can finally tell you everything that he doesn’t seem close to shutting up. 

“Do you know how many times your mother has thanked me for saving your life? How Dr. Greene said I was her favorite nurse?” Jimin caresses your cheek, becoming more animated as he speaks. “Even you, Y/n, you called me your angel.”

You try to bite him when his hand gets close, but your jaw muscles are slack. C’mon… 

“And you’re right, I am your angel. I’m your guardian angel, and I’ll always keep you safe.” You can almost lift your hand. At his words, he leans in to kiss your forehead and with enormous effort, you use the same moment to lift and swipe your bloody hand, still gripping the jagged glass from the window, at him. The glass catches Jimin right in the neck and he gasps and sputters, pressing a hand to his throat as bright red blood gushes from the wound, spattering you and staining the bed. Meanwhile, you collapse, your strength entirely spent.

Jimin staggers upright, hand outstretched towards you. When he tries to speak, his voice is a mere gurgle.

“Y/n- you… no…” with that, he falls to the floor. You see him try and fail to rise again before Jimin sighs and is still at last.

How did you wind up here? 

As you slump back into your bed, with him lying on the floor next to you, a hazy thought informs you that it must look like a scene straight out of Romeo and Juliet.

Although, you think ruefully, glancing down at the sharp shard of glass clenched in your fits, I don’t think Juliet would have done this.

“Merry fucking Christmas.”

[harrywritingsbyme]

Getting It In

Based Off Of This Ask

A/N: Something short, sweet, and spicy with a sucky ending for ya! Enjoy🙃

Ever since quarantine began in March, you and Harry were constantly trying to get it in. Before the Styles family was confined to the house, the kids would be in school all day which meant that you and Harry had the entire house to yourselves. Furthermore, when you two weren’t insanely busy throughout the day, you and Harry were able to soak up every ounce of each other in any position and in any part of the house until 2:30 pm. But per usual, some good things must come to an end. Now neither of you were complaining about the family time with the little ones. You two loved your bubs to pieces and it was so great to be at home and spend quality time together as a family. It’s just that 24 hours, 7 days a week, for 7 months was a really long time. During the day when either Harry or yourself (mainly Harry of course) wanted to engage in one of you guys’ coveted sexscapades, there was a process involved. It couldn’t be at the drop of a dime when either of you were feeling frisky, there was a checklist in both of your minds that had to be completed before anything happened.

For starters, you and Harry had to find a way to preoccupy the two 5 year olds that were in your care. Since they were at home and you two were not only parents but now teachers as well, you and Harry were tasked with staying on top of their education and finding activities that could keep the twins preoccupied for a short amount of time. Once that was taken care of, you and Harry had to then sneak off to a part of they house that was secluded yet still in reach just in case there was an emergency. After that, the two of you had to rip off and undo each other’s clothes off in a quick and quiet manner. Luckily, the two of you had taken up sweats and T-shirts as your normal everyday attire, so it was pretty easy to get everything off and get down to business. And even though you two were enjoying every second of being together because those moments were few and far between at times, you and Harry  were doing your best to be alert and ready to spring into action for the kids that were just around the corner.

In the beginning of quarantine, and all the way up until about June, you and Harry were practically glued to the two children. They were in their first year of school and needed the utmost attention at all times. And for the most part, the twins were never alone; there was always at least one of you with them to help out. The only times you two had the opportunity(if you could even call it that) to get some time alone in was during the block of time you guys let them watch tv, when they were playing with their toys or coloring, and when they took their naps. The prime times of early in the morning along with the time after they were put to bed was out of the question considering the fact that you both were exhausted after running around the house taking care of it and the small children that were running around in it. Once you and Harry hit the bed, it was lights out. And they stayed out until your alarms blared so that the two of you could get the kids up and get the day started.

Now from June to August, things were a bit better when it came to yours and Harry’s sex life. Even though the kids were on summer vacation and you two were completely in charge of their daily activities, you were able to give them more time to spend doing fun things that needed less supervision. You two were still actively spending time with them for the majority of the day but you still made sure to have activities in place just in case you and Harry were in the mood. Neither of you were complete fans of plopping them down in front of the television, but when you two were itching for some type of contact you and Harry did what you had to do. There were also little projects for them to do that would occupy their time and allow for you guys to sneak away. You and Harry even went as far as to tire them out early so that by midday they’d be ready for a nap and you two could hop into bed yourselves. And when you both still had a sliver energy left once the little ones were put to bed, you and Harry would wind the rest of the way down in each other. That is, if there weren’t two little bodies crammed between the two of you. Overall, the summer went pretty well for you and Harry in terms of getting it in. Cravings were satisfied and family memories were made.

Fast forward to now and things were still on this steady terrain. The new school year has begun and the twins were now in first grade which meant that you and Harry can step back a little bit and do other things. And other things meant each other. After getting the two children put together and seated in front of their computers that were in a room right off from the living room, you and Harry clean up the kitchen from breakfast before getting yourselves together one at a time just in case the kids needed a little help. Once you were done taking care of/getting a start on some chores around the house along with getting a little head start on lunch and Harry was done with a meeting he had over zoom, the both of you were in need of a little mommy and daddy time. The only thing you two had in the past week that was remotely close to that was a quick makeout session in the kitchen last night while the twins washed their hands before dinner. When the two of you meet in the kitchen, it’s like your minds are instantly synched and you both are on the exact same page. Harry wastes zero time coming over and sweeping you up off your feet and onto the counter behind you. He also wastes no time bringing his mouth to yours in a hurried manner. Your hands immediately gravitate to the sides of his face to pull him down closer to you, and his gravitate down to your hips so that he could tug you closer to the edge, bringing him further between your legs.

“Need you so bad baby.” Harry mumbles against your lips as he begins to bring them down to your neck. 

“But what if they hear us?” You ask him through your soft moans. Despite wanting him more than ever right now, you were terrified at the thought of your children walking in on their parents. The last thing you wanted was to scar them for life. 

“C’mon babe, they have their headphones on they won't hear me pounding into you.” He reassures through his kisses to your neck. “Plus i made sure i got the noise cancelling headphones for them." He continues, wanting to make sure you know that everything’s fine. 

“Alright, but we have to be quick and quiet.” You oblige, giving in and letting Harry take the lead in making you both feel good. 

Keeping you on the counter in front of him, Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats to pull them down from your waist. You urgently lift your hips up from the counter so that he could pull them off.  Since the two of you were in a bit of a crunch, Harry doesn’t even bother pulling your shirt off and he goes right into shoving his own pants down his legs. He keeps his underwear and sweats pooled at his ankles just in case. Once you both are both undressed from the waist down, Harry hooks his fore finger into the bottom of your panties and pulls them to the side to expose your pussy. From where he was standing above you, he could see your glistening folds perfectly and he was even more in need of getting inside of you. Before he actually pushes in, he pulls himself back a bit before bending down and licking a wide stripe up your folds to collect some of your juices on his tongue. He then sucks on your clit a little and comes back up to push into you.

“Ready baby?”Harry asks softly to you, bringing his other hand down to tug at his stiff cock a bit. 

“Please Harry!” You huff impatiently, needing him to push into you. Prompted by your urgent response, Harry moves in closer to you, lining his cock up with your damp entrance and beginning to push into your cunt. “Oh my- fuck” You breathe out, feeling his cock stretching your walls to fit his cock inside.

“So fucking tight” Harry grunts lowly, feeling himself being engulfed by your warmth. After about a week of not being inside you, this was absolute heaven. After continuing to push his cock as deep into you as possible, Harry gives you about a second or two to adjust before he’s quickly moving his hips back and forth into you. The way he rocked his hips into you was unmatched. He continuously pushed his cock into you again and again as you tired to keep your moans at bay. You were digging your nails into Harry’s wrist and biting into your lower lip as you took him all the way inside. You weren’t the only one who was fully immersed in the pleasure while trying their hardest not to moan out loud, Harry too was struggling. He could almost guarantee that your walls were lined in the softest and smoothest velvet. Nothing could top the feeling of your walls against his cock. You were squeezing him and whining about how good it felt while he did the same above you. 

As he continued to pound into you, Harry could feel his release bubbling up inside of him. He was beginning to feel tingles all over his body and he could feel a warm tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach. To pull you closer to the edge with him, Harry extends his thumb out to circle it around the sensitive bundle of nerves. When he does this, you feel the sensations traveling through your body and you can feel your release nearing. When you begin to lift your hips a bit up into his thrusts along with clenching around him, Harry begins to go harder. He wanted to pound you both into your releases. And that he did. With only a few hard thrusts, Harry sends you both into the downward spiral of your releases. You both were shaking a little as you held back your moans as you two let go. Your walls were contacting heavily around Harry’s cock as you came and Harry was gushing into you as he let go. After riding the tidal waves of your releases, Harry lets go of your panties and lowers himself down onto your body that was lying on the counter, bringing his mouth down to smear a kiss onto yours. You don’t even hold back, you were a bit loopy from what just happened that you just went for it. Your lips and tongue languidly moved against his as the two of you continued to “cool down” after your releases. But as if it was right on time, you both hear a small voice calling out to your both for some assistance.

“At least we got a good round in.” Harry hums optimistically against your lips, giving you one last peck before lifting himself back up. 

“Yeah, hopefully we can do it again sometime.” You joke, not even bothering to try and lift yourself up. 

“Hopefully.” Harry whispers back with a smile as he slowly pulls his cock from you. “Now I’ll be right back to clean you up, alright?” Harry asks, bending down to pull his underwear and sweats back up.

“Mhm.” You reply simply.  

“I love you.” Harry whispers, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too.” You smile, continuing to lay back against the counter, hoping that you’d regain enough feeling to have yourself back to normal once Harry comes back. 

Even though you and Harry were always horny and looked for ways to sneak away from your kids, neither of you could get enough of being together as a family 24/7.

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[river-bottom-nightmare]

Hey I love your...everything about dick Grayson. I have a terrible memory but I remember someone saying they think dick Grayson has ADHD and I think it was you? If it was can you talk about it a little more? Like, give some examples of traits? I love that headcanon but as someone not that knowledgeable of this stuff I wanted to get someone else's pov on the topic

agh thank you!! and yea, that was me, in this post. that was just me rambling a bit and me jotting stuff down, but i did say if you wanted more i’d be happy to give more. and so, in headcanon format, here is more.

One of Dick Grayson’s defining traits is that he could not sit still. Everybody had noticed it, everybody had commented on it, and everyone pretended to find it annoying while also knowing that his constant fidgeting, bouncing, leaping, talking, and laughing was a comfort. The buzz of energy surrounding him was a constant, and prompted many many people to offhandedly remark to Bruce, “He’s probably got ADHD.” Green Arrow, when Robin was talking Flash’s ear off when he first met the Justice League. A socialite in a dress with a borderline-obscene neckline when Dick came up to him for the eighth time that night, drawing his attention to something new. Even Harley Quinn, as he jumped around her in circles after they’d tied her up to a pole in a warehouse while Bruce copied the data, although she said it with a fond little grin and a bit more, well, educated style.

And if he was being honest? Bruce agreed with all of them. Just, in a different way. 

Dick’s hyperfixiations were a sight to behold. He’d find something interesting to label as his New favourite thing ever, Bruce!!, absorb everything there was to know about the topic, then move on to something new in a month. Which had always been the problem. Bruce couldn’t begin to count the nights he had to coerce Dick into coming downstairs, leaving his rare igneous rock collection or his college-level textbook about nerve paralysis or his new batch of poisonous flowers, and eating something, or going to bed. There was a reason Dick was underweight for most of his life, and still was as an adult.

It was in his “all or nothing” attitude, the way he threw his entire self into the job, or whatever needed to be done. But if he decided something wasn’t worth it, or that he was done, he dropped it entirely, with no lost love. His impulse control was bad, but that was something Bruce could help him with, train him to keep a level head or make the right choice. Though, making choices was another thing to tackle altogether. Choice paralysis was the best way to describe it. If Dick didn’t absolutely make up his mind about something, then he was split, caught between two different choices, and he couldn’t say no to either. 

Jason may have rage coursing through his blood, but his anger was solid, dependable, reliable. Dick’s mood swings, however, were monsters that Bruce had been trying to understand since Dick was a child, his kindness and understanding changing to harsh words and accusatory looks so fast it gave Bruce whiplash. Jason seemed to be one of the few who could wade his way through them, never trying to change him or stop him, just trying to understand him.

Tim’s internal clock may be blown and shot to hell, but it was out of willpower, determination. He had work to do, and he would power through his tiredness until it was done. (And then he’d grab an oversized superboy t-shirt and crash for a couple days on end.) Dick, on the other hand, could not sleep. Lying in a bed made him restless, but sitting in the kitchen hunched over a mug of chamomile tea made gave him a headache. Dick had once told him, in the hours where it was too early to be morning but too late to be night, that he just wanted his brain to stop for once, to just shut off. Bruce didn’t have an answer. Tim, apparently, had an answer, because he would sit up with Dick in that kitchen, turning the lights down low, and talking with him about this cool new spot he found for his photography, or some changes he’s thinking of making to his suit. Tim’s quiet rambling seemed to ease the headache, at least.

Cass and Dick may not have many things in common, at first glance. They never bonded the way they did to other members of the family, the way Cass and Steph learned to laugh together or the way Dick and Jason finally reached an understanding, and were able to just spend time together. Bruce actually thought Cass would get along with Damian, given their shared assassin history. But Damian just looked at him strange, and said “I’m not the one who was raised as a human weapon.” And that...that was true. Cass may have been isolated and alone, and Dick might have been raised with love and affection, but Bruce couldn’t deny that the two of them had been raised, as Damian put it, human weapons. And despite Dick’s ease and grace and innate flexibility, Bruce knew that Dick itched at his skin, sometimes felt uncomfortable and not in control in his own body. But then he saw Dick with Cass one day, stretching and going over some basic yoga poses, the silence between them thick with something heavy and grateful. Bruce memorized the content and peaceful look on his children’s faces, then left as quietly as he’d entered. 

Bruce was no stranger to Stephanie’s self esteem issues, overhearing her in front of the mirror many a time, clothed in the Robin costume and telling herself, in between gritted teeth, “I deserve to be here. I’m good enough. I’ve got this.” As for Dick, his self esteem issues were a tad different. His constant need to make people like him, his jokes and quips that were aimed to make people think he was funny, think he was worth it, his absolute terror of rejection, the way he broke off relationships and had trouble maintaining the ones he did have under the philosophy of leaving before they rejected him for real. A whisper in the back of Bruce’s mind whispered Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria, though neither of them were fond of labels. But it wasn’t hard to miss the easy stream of compliments flowing back and forth between Dick and Steph, usually good natured teasing, but no less sincere. It helped them more than they realized.

People may say Damian was violent, rude, and prone to outbursts. And this was true, for the most part. Bruce knew Damian was still getting a handle on his emotions, but he also knew the kid actually meditated in his free time, and most of his actions were well planned and thought out. Dick, on the other hand, had outbursts frequently. He’d just gotten much better at controlling them, or maybe just blowing up at Bruce and hiding them from the rest of the family. And his emotions were a hurricane, a whirlwind of raw power. Regulating him had long since gone out the window. Luckily, Damian seemed think the opposite (or maybe Bruce had given up too early). Dick never actually seemed to enjoy meditating with Damian, but controlling their tempers was something the two of them were working on together, one backing the other up or slow them down, and vice versa. 

Every time someone came up to him, telling him Dick was just so cheerful and hyper and constantly in motion, Bruce was brought back to the first week in the manor, Alfred raising his eyebrow at Bruce after Dick’s latest antics had landed him in his room, refusing to open the door for anyone. Bruce knew Alfred was running through a mental checklist in his head, same as him. Alfred had told him, “This is going to be quite a bit of trouble, Master Bruce.” Bruce had shown his weary agreement. Then Alfred had nodded resolutely, and said “I suppose we shall just love him right, then.”

Bruce knew without a doubt that Alfred had succeeded in that particular promise. But Bruce was still asking himself whether or not he had. 

ADHD is,,,,,,,hard to write. tag list: @comicsandhoney @dangerduckjpeg @yesboopityboop @birdy-bat-writes @astroherogirl @anothertimdrakestan @thebatsandbirdsofgotham @subtleappreciation

[janetbrown711]

My headcanons about Queen Angelina II

Majority of these can be seen in this fic, so if you like the idea go check it out ;)

Also- a handful of these are shared with the lovely @madelynartz, who also has fantastic takes on her, so be sure to check out their post too

If you want me to draw/write any of these specific headcanons/moments, just send an ask and I’ll probably do it

I’ll (likely) be making another, seperate post for William when i feel like it

Update: I have

This is gonna be a long post-

Early Life:

Her parents weren't very loving or caring, only ever wanting her to work on her studies and singing

Her mother was worse than her father, as she was egotistical and always critical of Angelina II and always seemed to find problems with things and people that made her happy

Her mother also always went by her full name (You had to refer to her as Queen Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca the First- she wouldn't let people shorten it)

Naturally- Angelina resented her mother and with that, her own name.

She hates it when people say her full name- "Just Angelina is fine"

But if she especially likes you, you can call her Lena ;)

Since the only thing her parents approved of was studying, she devoured the entire castle library as a child, which left her often more informed than her tudors, which left her bored during lessons and she quickly became a "smart-ass" as she liked to talk back and figure out the ways she could get out of lessons

She hated the idea of getting betrothed, and any time a suitor would come over, she'd attack his pride in any form she could think of to get them to hate her, and she was successful

One of the suitors was Prince Salazar

She hated Salazar the most

Despite her attitude being well known across several kingdoms, rumors of her beauty and wonderous singing kept them coming

Her father, King Harold the Eighth, died when she was 10, and she could hardly say she really grieved him, but it made her mother more distant and sometimes outright cruel

She met William when he was 15 in the royal stables when he was training to be a squire

He fell in love instantly, though Angelina wanted to get to know him first

They were the best of friends since they met, though it was obvious Queen Angelina I disapproved

However, after awhile Angelina just stopped caring about what her mother thought entirely and was much better off

She and William loved to garden together, and always planted new flowerbeds in the palace garden every spring

William proposed when he was 22 and she was 21

Obviously she said yes, but they had to keep it hidden from her mother, who would likely take William away

Luckily for them, Angelina I died a month after he proposed, and the two were quickly married.

Yakko:

Yakko was born 10 months after their wedding

Angelina fell in love instantly, declaring him to be the cutest baby she had ever seen

She's terrible with names, and never named her children until after they were born

She hated the idea of giving him a really long and convoluted name, or a name that was in her family (like Harold the 9th)

And so Yakko it was

She didn't expect motherhood to be so exhausting, but hearing Yakko's laugh for the first time made everything worth it to her

Yakko began babbling at a younger age than most, and he babbled constantly, even in his sleep. Angelina loved to just sit and listen to him try to tell stories in nonsense baby language

However, Yakko seemed to have a preference for hearing William give the bedtime stories, as when she tried to read he got fussy

Once he was able to explain he said "daddo does the voices" and that he preferred her lullabies anyway

It hurt at first, but she understood. William was an excellent story teller, though he did have a tendency to ramble at times

Yakko's favorite story was of how they met

She's very protective, and if he was sick or hurt, she'd never leave his side

Her hair used to be very, very long but once Yakko was able to grab things and kept yanking her hair, she chopped it all off and has kept it short ever since

Wakko:

Wakko didn’t cry or breathe when he was born, so for the first moments of his life, Angelina and William feared he was dead

He wasn’t dead though, and they rejoiced greatly, and cried a lot

Angelina refused to let go of him though, and they were only able to get Wakko away from her when she fell asleep from exhaustion

After about a week or so, she relaxed more, but she needless to say her protectiveness went to new heights 

“Lena, Yakko slept in a crib all the time, it’s fine-” “How do you know that?” “Lena, I was there.”

William did always have a way to reassure her though

However, the extra layer of protectiveness was kinda needed for Wakko, as he loved to bite and chew on everything and anything he could get his little hands on (including his own tail)

She eventually gained what William described as a “sixth sense” where she could just tell when Wakko put something he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth.

Wakko didn’t talk much when he was young, especially when compared to Yakko, though his brother seemed to get him to talk even more than his parents could

They didn’t mind though, whatever worked, worked

Wakko loved following Yakko everywhere he went the moment he could crawl. Angelina thought it was adorable.

Wakko had a tendency to hurt himself a lot (whether by tripping, crashing, bitting his tail too hard, etc.) which forced Angelina to learn that he’ll be okay, and not to overreact or panic, as he was most certainly not made of glass

Angelina had a tendency to be a worry-wart

Dot: 

Angelina became pregnant with Dot right before tensions with Ticktockia started to rise, but William was determined not to let that ruin their optimism about having another child that was hopefully a girl

Angelina really wanted a girl bc Yakko and Wakko didn’t like dressing up and she really hoped a girl would, though she knew there wasn’t ever a guarantee, but she hoped

Angelina went into labor in the middle of a meeting with an ambassador from Ticktockia, but forced herself to finish it bc she ain’t a quitter

Despite Dot being her third child, she took the longest to actually deliver (two days), likely due to the exhaustion from countless meetings with Ambassadors and the stress of trying to avoid war bc King Salazar decided past treaties suddenly didn’t mean anything

Angelina had originally been against giving her her name, as she still associated it with her mother, but William said that he only thought of her, and that she was a much better mother and person than Angelina I could’ve ever been, which changed her mind.

However, she had thought of the name Dot before she was born, and liked it to so she and William agreed they’d just call her that for short, and if you asked them “how is Dot short for Princess Angelina blah blah blah the Third, they’d reply “it just is”)

Though she wouldn’t tell Yakko or Wakko, Dot was most certainly the cutest baby of them all

Wakko and Yakko loved to just... stand over Dot’s crib and watch her do things

Wakko also didn’t grasp what a baby was, and would often try to make her do things, and when she wouldn’t he’d get upset and Angelina or William would have to explain why she can’t play with him with the toy soldiers

She’d often just ramble on and on to Dot as she slept while William watched the boys, talking about the new treaties going up, and how worried she was about what Salazar would do if he didn’t agree with the new treaties and deals. It made her feel better. 

To also ease her worries, she taught Yakko how to take care of his sister. How to burp her, how to change her, how to give her a bath, etc. She hated thinking about what could possibly happen, but knowing they’d survive somehow made her feel much better. 

Dot was three months old when the attack happened, and Angelina wished she had had more time with her before dying.

Misc. (bc I refuse to end on a bad/depressing note)

She had family portraits made after each of her kids were born bc she wanted to always remember how cute of babies they were

Her lullabies worked like magic in terms of getting the three of them to sleep

If you asked her, she thinks Yakko has her eyes, Wakko has her nose, and Dot has her eyes and face shape

In the space between her mother dying and their wedding, she met Hello Nurse, who was a childhood friend of William’s, and they hit it off quite well- so much so that Angelina offered her a job in the castle, but she refused, saying she had plans with some doctor in Acme Falls, which Angelina respected. 

She one time tried to practice knitting in hopes of knitting the kiddos a blanket, but she was  t e r r i b l e  at it, and gave up after a week of trying

William and her liked to throw balls at least once a year, and everyone agreed they were the best dancers out there (what they didn’t know was how much practice Angelina had to put in to get a sense of rhythm- she was a terrible dancer, and William’s natural grace when dancing far exceeded her own)

Despite others protesting, Angelina always suspected that the reason tension was growing with Ticktockia was because Salazar was jealous and upset that she married some random knight rather than him (a theory that was proven right to her right before her death)

Her favorite food was bananas

William was a huge cuddler, so they’d cuddle close every night

she personally tutored Yakko on things like history and geography, as she felt those tended to be the most boring classes, and she wanted to have some part in his education, as she hated all of her teachers when she was a kid

She often didn’t know when to shut up, which did end up costing her in the end, but she didn’t regret a single word she said before her death, as Salazar deserved every bit of it.