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[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1346

Anon asked:

Any ideas for an athlete whumpee? Specifically a sprinter who constantly pushes herself harder than she should, much to the frustration of her sister and partner.

Love your prompts btw! <3

Thank you for the kind words! I have a few ideas for you:

TW: Mentions of substance abuse:

Your stubborn sprinter probably ignores signs of injury/strain. Maybe a huge competition is coming up and they cannot afford to rest. The relentless training could lead to a serious setback if they’re not careful.

Because of this over training, the whumpee becomes agitated, and this affects their relationships. Maybe they’re more on edge because of the pain they’re in, or they’re just so focussed on the goal, they they lose sight on what’s important.

Do the supporting characters hold an intervention-of-sorts? At which the whumpee storms out after a heated argument claiming “Fine, I’ll do it on my own!”

Does the whumpee abuse things like supplements and steroids? This could affect their body in more ways than one.

Going back to the relationship theme: the constant pressure to perform strains the relationships as the sister and partner struggle to communicate their concerns and the whumpee begins to resent their interference.

However, sooner or later the sprinter has a huge competition while dealing with an injury/the consequences of overtraining. They’re torn between the desire to prove themselves and the need to prioritize their health. After vowing to stop interfering, the partner/sister sit back to watch the train wreck.

The real question is, do they collapse before, during or after the event? For added angst, they could have a moment before the event that they nearly do, but have to push on for the sake of their ego.

When the collapse inevitably happens, the sprinter reflects on their choices and realizes the toll the overtraining has taken on their body, leading to a moment of regret and self-awareness.

After the whumpee has pushed them away, how willing are the caretakers to help them get back on their feet?

[luminarai]

I often think about all the people who were forced to go through their periods before reliable painkillers were invented. I just had period cramps so bad, I was frantically googling ‘how to tell the difference between period cramps, ovarian cysts, and a cute appendicitis’ while waiting for the painkillers to kick in and trying not to throw up from the pain. And how period cramps were probably the least of their problems. Absolutely insane. How did we survive as a species.

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

21 trikey or framar x

"... so she nearly overdosed, that stupid bi-atch..."

Franklin hadn’t been properly listening to Lamar — he was too high and tired to care about what the Ballas had done this time — but the mention of an overdose pulled him out of his thoughts.

He wished he could have stayed there.

But he was already thinking about his mother who he hadn't gotten to know, and how Aunt Denise blamed him for everything that had happened even though he was just a baby then and he knew it was stupid to feel guilty over something he'd had no control over.

Lamar kept talking but Franklin didn't listen.

He didn’t hear his name being called.

He did feel his arm being punched.

"Why you looking all girly and shit, fool?" his idiot of a best friend sneered, and Franklin told him to fuck off, but he didn’t, only continued, "What, you feeling bad for a Balla now? She brought it onto herself, dog."

Franklin, not very eloquently, told him to fuck off again and stormed out, swallowing and staring the night lights glimmering in his pool until Lamar followed him much later and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, a rare quiet apology.

[neuroticboyfriend]

Glad you're still here, sorry it's so hard </3 (/genuine)

- Near death experience club

thank you... <3 i'm glad i'm still here too... the experience is really setting in and. i'm heartbroken by the fact i had to deal with it myself. i didn't call 911, i didn't wake up my parents. i couldnt stand to see my mom cry, or even worse, deal with my abusive father on it. i just pushed through and hoped it wouldn't get worse.

i also keep thinking about how my younger sister had been away on a nice vacation, and she would have come home to her brother dead. i keep looking at my cat and thinking about how he wouldn't have me to take care of him all the time. he's so happy to see me every morning...

and i was texting my boyfriend to help get me thru it and keep me awake. i can only imagine the fear and heartbreak he'd have gotten if i stopped responding forever. he's been so supportive... i dont wanna die before i can hold him and kiss him and tell him i love him in person.

sorry to vent so much, i just. need to get it out.

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 The Miracle of Living Art by Imafuckinglibra

(Putting it after the jump because TWs)

TWs: Accidental pregnancy, grief, accidental overdose

My name’s Libra and I’m here because @artificiallita's work has emotionally affected me in the following ways…I’m starting a support group for the others hurt by her beautiful, beautiful little words.

Jk but also kind of not, Lita, you broke me. Veronica was right, this is ugh, just so amazing please never ever stop. Please take this illustration as a bribe for more even if it means waiting 5 more years, k ily bye.

Pride Challenge Points: 15,250

[faofinn]

BTHB - Overdose

"Harrison!" Taidgh shouted, hammering on the door. "Hars! You in there?"

There wasn't much more that he could do, his spare key was, of course, somewhere in Harrison’s flat, and Fao was fifteen minutes away. He wasn’t even sure Harrison was there, he'd not replied to any of Taidgh's messages for over eighteen hours. It had been normal enough, Hars had been on nights and had gone to grab something from his flat and then said he was too tired to drive, and he was just going to sleep. He sounded tired on the phone, drifting off as they talked. When he didn't get a good morning message, he only grew more and more concerned.

When there was no answer at the door, he called Fao. He knew the other man had a spare key, and probably always would. He kept hammering as he waited, knocking on the glass and shouting through the letterbox, doing anything to get Harrison's attention. He wasn't sure he was even there, maybe he had missed a shift, or there was something he'd had to do. Calling the cops and fire department were on his list, growing more of an option the longer Fao took.

Fao came as soon as he could, clutching Harrison's key. He met Taidgh with a stressed smile.

“I'm here, I'm sorry it took so long. Managed to get anything out of him?”

He shook his head. "Nothing. I heard his phone ring."

Fao nodded. “Mm, okay.” He mumbled, digging the key out. “He better bloody be okay.”

"He didn't say anything, he just went to get clothes or something, I don't know, but he was late off and said he was too tired to drive. He kept falling asleep on the phone so I said for him to just sleep there instead of having to drive."

“Mm. It was a bad day yesterday.” Fao said softly, pushing the door open. “Hars? Tomcat?” He called.

Tai pushed past him, desperate. "Harrison? Where are you? You here?”

Fao followed him through, worry curling in his stomach. “Harrison!”

Taidgh pushed the bedroom door open, his heart dropping as he found his boyfriend sprawled on his stomach on the bed. He rushed to his side, kneeling on the bed. He could hear Harrison breathing, thankfully, and cupped his face with his hand.

"Harrison, look at me. Open your eyes, love."

He tilted his head, reaching to squeeze his shoulder with his other hand. Harrison was cold to the touch and his hair damp with sweat. He clutched an empty bottle of jack in his other hand, fingers loosely wrapped around it. Empty cans and bottles littered the other side of the bed, obviously an attempt to throw them into the bin there. Taidgh's eyes flicked around the room, seeing if there was anything else. He'd not seen Harrison take his morphine in a while, but he had a bottle open on the side. His mind immediately going back to the first night he'd been worried about him, turning up on his doorstep with a bottle of vodka. There was no doubt he'd have taken both of them then, and he bet he'd taken it again.

It had barely been seconds, and Taidgh twisted to turn to Fao, who was now beside him. "Call an ambulance. Now."

Fao didn't need telling twice, quickly dialling. “What's his breathing like?”

"It's all over the place."

Fao pushed through his own fear to kneel next to Harrison. His hands quickly skimmed over him, checking him over. This wasn't good.

Taidgh searched Fao’s face, brow pulling into a frown. It wasn't like Fao to be worried like that.

Fao quickly spoke to the call handler, giving over details. They assured him an ambulance was on its way, and he looked at Tai. “They'll take him in, grab a bag or something? Just a few bits he'll need?”

He looked up from watching Harrison, his hand pausing on his shoulder. "I'm not leaving him."

He nodded, somewhat surprised. “Alright. You stay with him.”

Taidgh nodded, returning to watch Harrison, one hand rubbing his shoulder and the other running through his hair. He murmured softly to him, quietly begging him to be okay.

It was sweet, watching Tai with Harrison. Fao could tell he really genuinely cared, and he'd not been put off by the absolute state that was Harrison's flat.

“The ambulance won't be long.”

"It's been long enough already." He said tensely.

“I know. God knows how long he's been like this.”

Taidgh didn't need to hear that. He was already beating himself up for not joining Harrison at his overnight, already blaming himself for Harrison's state. He froze as Harrison stiffened under his hands, panic rising.

"Harrison? You're okay. You're alright." He said softly, hoping he could hear him.

Instead, Harrison coughed and retched, Tai quickly pushing him further onto his side as he vomited. "You're okay. I've got you. Get it out, eh? Might make you feel better."

Fao helped to hold Harrison on his side, rubbing his back. But he was quiet, just humming softly to him.

Tai looked at Fao. "Why is this happening?"

“It'll be the alcohol with the morphine, probably. It's a bad week for him.” For Fao, too. But Tai didn't need to know that.

"He didn't say. He was fine. He was happy." Taidgh said.

“He is happy. That's why he didn't say.”

"This isn't happy." Taidgh’s voice wavered, close to tears.

“Hey, Taidgh. He loves you. He doesn't want you to hurt like he does, he's always thought hiding was the answer.”

"If he loved me he wouldn't do this."

“No, no.”

He wiped Harrison’s cheek with the edge of the duvet. "I guess we're over."

Fao frowned. “Why? If he needs you at any time, it's now.”

"Oh, no, no. I'm not going anywhere. I just assumed… all this. ..I guess he's had enough of me."

“That's not it at all.” Fao sighed. “It's just a bad time of year. Sometimes when he loses control, this is what happens. It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault.” Realistically, it was Fao's fault.

"I can't just do this. I can't just sit back and let him hurt like this."

“I know. It's shit. Just give him time, we'll get him sorted and then he'll have you. You're good for him.”

"Apparently so." He scoffed.

“You really are.”

"And this is how we've ended up."

“It's not as simple as that.”

"It never is."

“This isn't your fault.”

"It has to be." He said softly, and then sighed. "I should have done more."

“No, it's not your fault. Not at all.”

"It has to be."

“Hars would be first to tell you it's not your fault.”

"It has to be." He turned to Fao with tears in his eyes.

Fao shook his head. “No.” He wanted to say more, but the ambulance had arrived, and he rushed to open the door and let them in.

When Fao returned with the crew, Taidgh was fully curled over Harrison, rocking the other man gently as he promised things would get sorted. He pressed a gentle kiss to his temple before jerking back at the sight of them.

“It's okay, Taidgh.” Fao said gently. “They'll help.”

"Can you tell us what's happened?"

“Uh, yeah. This is Harrison, he's [age], has a history of alcohol dependency. He finished his shift nearly 24 hours ago now, and hadn’t been heard from since. Concerned, we’ve turned up to see if he’s okay and found him like this. Obvious signs of drinking, not sure how long he’s been like this for. Also looks like he might have taken oramorph too - he has a history of chronic pain following a right below knee amputation. His breathing is erratic, he’s vomited and has been pretty unresponsive since we arrived.”

"Alright, thank you. Do you know how much he might have had today? And how much oramorph he's had?" One of them asked, the other moving to check Harrison over.

Taidgh's jaw clenched as he gripped onto Harrison’s shirt. "It's not his fault. He's not had any in forever. He said he was fine."

“I reckon he’s probably had most of that bottle today. And if he was drunk, he probably didn’t do too well dosing the oramorph. He’d have tried, though. Hard to say, really. Think he takes about 20mg? But not sure how many doses he'll have had since yesterday.”

"He's not been taking the morphine recently. Last time he took it with me, it knocked him out."

"Alright, we'll give him a little bit of nalaxone, which will reverse the morphine. We'll run some fluids as his bp is on the low side. We'll give him some oxygen and some glucose too, just to help him out. We want to get going pretty quickly, get him to hospital where they can do more for him."

Fao nodded. “He can be quite combative if he's smothered, especially when he's got opiates in his system. So go slow, hands off as much as you can.” He went to say more, and then stopped himself. “Uh, Taidgh, you can go with him. I'll stay here, tidy all this up.”

Taidgh hadn't thought he could feel any smaller, but as Fao spoke with such familiarity, it was hard not to. He hadn't known half of what Fao had told the paramedics, and he felt utterly out of place.

"No, it's okay. You're better off with him."

“You're his boyfriend. I don't want to get in your way, it's not fair.”

He sighed. "You're not. You go with him."

“He'll want you when he comes round a bit.”

"I don't know anything about him. I don’t know him." Tai said flatly.

“Will you come up if I go with him? He'll want to see you.”

"Sure."

“You can call me when you arrive and I'll meet you?”

Tai ignored him, turning to the paramedic. "What are you doing now?"

“Just getting everything set up for him.”

"He shouldn't be in this situation."

The paramedic hummed sympathetically. “We're doing our best to help him out now.”

"Be careful with him."

"We'll look after him." They said reassuringly. "We're just going to give him some medication to reverse the oramorph. It can make him a little aggravated, or a little sick, so we'll keep an eye on him. The oxygen is just helping him breathe a bit better, too."

Fao squeezed Tai's shoulder. “It's okay.”

"None of this is okay." He snapped softly.

“I know, I know. But they're taking good care of him.”

Harrison retched again, and Taidgh panicked. "You're okay. You're okay, I'm right here."

"He's just had the nalaxone, so he might be sick." The paramedic warned. "Just keep an eye on him."

Fao turned away to pack a bag, conscious they’d need it. Taidgh wasn’t going anywhere, that was for sure. Hars needed him.

Taidgh's fingers were soft in Harrison’s hair, trying to soothe him back asleep, while he silently begged him to wake up. Harrison raised an uncoordinated arm to bat at the cuff on his arm, letting out a quiet groan.

"Hey, you’re okay." Taidgh murmured. "I'm right here, you're okay."

Harrison barely cracked an eyelid open. "Marcus?" He slurred.

Taidgh's heart sank. "It's Taidgh, Harrison. Fao's here too. And the paramedics."

“You're alright, Hars.”

"We're just going to grab our bed and bring that in, and then we'll head off to hospital, okay?"

“Yeah. We've got him.”

"Do you have a bag for him?" One asked as the other headed out. "And was one of you coming with us?"

“Yeah, there's a bag here. And uh, Taidgh? Are you going with him?”

Taidgh looked at Fao. "You are."

“Will you drive up?” He asked gently.

"Which hospital is he going to?"

“We're going to take him to George's, as it's closest.”

"Alright, okay. I'll see you guys later, I guess."

“I’ll call you as soon as we get there, okay? And you can come straight in.”

"Sure, yeah." He stared at the floor as Harrison got strapped to the bed. "I'll lock up. My key's around here somewhere."

Fao dug around in his pockets. “Take mine, just in case you can’t find yours.”

"Thanks."

“Call me, yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah. See you later."

“I’ll be with him.”

"Least he'll have someone who knows him."

“He’ll want you too.”

"Yeah, apparently."

“Trust me.”

"It looks like he does." Taidgh shot Fao a look, setting his jaw. It was easier if he pretended he didn't care, that none of this hurt so bad. He was fine, Hars didn't need him, he didn't need Harrison.

Fao didn’t have the time to take Taidgh aside and explain quite why Harrison was having a hard time. He had to go with Hars, make sure he got to hospital okay and that he was properly looked after. He felt bad for Tai, knew it was hard when he knew so much about Harrison whilst Tai was so new to it all. It would take time, that was all. Fao had known Hars for decades, it just came naturally.

In the back of the ambulance he gripped Harrison's hand and murmured to him, trying to soothe him the best he could. It wasn’t much, but it was all Fao could do.

[spookyboywhump]

Can’t stop thinking about this story I heard today where a guy took way too much of a medication I also take and ended up hallucinating his wife in his house for two whole days that she wasn’t even there, along with various other encounters

[that1emowitch]

Bruce, high on painkillers, is being babysat by Jason. Jason has to do an emergency Red Hood thing, and lacking an alternative, slaps a stock domino on Bruce and drags him along.

Bruce proceeds to say/do the most unhinged shit. The goons are suddenly viscerally aware of where Hood got it from.

WOW okay you guys are unhinged, you know that?

(And I love it <3)

A/N: I fully intended to write a crack fic, but the feels crawled in through the plot holes I missed and made their homes in the heart of the story. Also I don't know what you mean by 'stock domino' so I'm assuming it's one of those dollar store ripoffs.

(TW: Accidental overdosing on painkillers, mentions of blood, Jason's usual level of swearing, some goons almost dying but like in a funny way.)

Word Count: 2328

Jason wants to scream.

Like, let it rip out on an abandoned cliff in the howling rain kinda scream.

But no, he's stuck babysitting Brucie Wayne who accidentally OD'd on fucking painkillers after trying to treat himself in Alfred's unfortunate absence (how does that even happen?!).

Dick and Damian are out doing some brotherly-bonding thing, Tim's with the Titans, Duke and Cass are at the movies, and Steph has declared herself "not one of Bruce's kids." Leaving Jason as the only one free to look after their "Dad".

Jason pushes Bruce down on the Batcave's gurney for the billionth time after he attempts (keyword: attempts) to walk again, scowling. None of them are getting any waffles from me again. Or pancakes. Or scones. Or anything I make for them out of my sweet, kind heart. Those little shits.

Jason puts two fingers on Bruce’s wrist, checking his pulse. His skin is cold and clammy, breathing slow, but at least he’s not vomiting anymore. He sighs, collapsing on a chair beside Bruce. He's tired. So fucking tired.

Just as Jason's eyes flutter shut for a moment, the Batcomputer's alarm suddenly blares.

Bruce shoots up, shouting, "ALARM!"

Grumbling, Jason drags himself to the computer, pushing Bruce down along the way. He opens the glaring red notification, brows creased.

Black Mask's goons have intercepted some military shipment...

"Ugh..." Jason groans, and moves to put on his helmet (he never changed out of his costume), checking his guns, when a sudden crash from behind him snaps his attention to the man-child he's supposed to be babysitting.

Bruce has stepped off the gurney and collapsed face-down on the med bay's floor.

He can't just leave him there, can he?

Jason considers his options: He could either strap Bruce to the gurney and leave (in which case Dick will have his head), or he could take Bruce out on the streets with him (in which case Dick will absolutely want to murder him.)

Jason smirks. It’s obvious which one’s the right choice.

Ten minutes later, Jason’s riding through the city at over a hundred miles per hour, with Bruce strapped to the backseat of his motorcycle. Bruce is wearing a dollar store ripoff of the Robin domino and a Robin-themed cape made of Tim’s bedsheets, looking absolutely ecstatic at the high speed.

They arrive at the warehouse where Black Mask’s goons have transported their stolen goods, parking in a shadowed spot a building away. Jason gets off, helping Bruce onto his feet, and says, “Now, I’m going to go shoot some people, you stay hidden and quiet, got that?”

“Guns are bad,” Bruce replies, holding a finger to Jason’s helmet. “Just like clowns. And ducks.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jason shakes his head. He doesn’t have time for this right now.

Jason quickly scales the nearest building, grappling to the roof of the warehouse. He peeks in through a hatch in the roof to survey the area. There are about a dozen armed goons, none of them looking very bright. There are 4 crates they’re guarding, likely filled with ammo.

Cocking his guns, Jason jumps down through the hatch, landing right in the middle of the warehouse with a ‘thud’ sound. “Surprise,” He grins, raising his guns.

“Aye, that’s Red Hood, ain’t it?” Comes a goon’s terrified voice. The others around him immediately aim their guns at Jason— they’re clearly untrained.

Suddenly there’s another thud behind him. “That’s a bucket, you morons!” Comes a too-familiar, slurred voice. Jason turns around to come face-to-face with Bruce, eyes wide. 

In a fight with any real criminals, this distraction would have cost Jason his life. But luckily these adorably clueless goons are just as shocked as him.

Unfortunately the distraction only lasts for a few seconds. Jason immediately jumps into the fight, shooting three goons in the kneecaps and dodging a few bullets. From the corner of his eye, he sees two more goons running out the door, crying. He punches another guy in the face, instantly knocking him out, and is about to turn back to check on Bruce when suddenly something hard collides with his skull.

Jason staggers slightly, trying to regain his balance, when he sees a goon holding a giant stone, wearing a proud grin.

Fuck, his helmet’s probably busted…

Then suddenly Bruce is running towards the goon, hands fisted and veins popping, screaming, “NO ONE HURTS MY SON!”

Then Bruce’s fist collides with the goon’s with a sickening crunch, splattering blood across the floor as the man crumples to the ground. Bruce doesn’t stop there, and continues to beat him up, yelling profanities.

It warms Jason’s cold, (un)dead heart to watch that— to see his Dad fighting for him. It’s like they say, you’re most truthful when you’re drunk— or high. This is how much Bruce loves him.

Then another thought strikes him— Bruce is going to regret being this violent when he sobers up. It’s going to claw at him, tear him up, and he’s going to compartmentalize and end up punishing himself by overworking.

Jason rushes forward, pulling Bruce off of the man. “B— Robin, stop!” He shouted, looking into the man’s domino-covered eyes.

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Robin?”

Jason points to Bruce���s Robin-themed cape and stock domino.

“Ah.” Bruce nods, pulling away. “You okay? Did you see any duck?”

“Duck?” Jason pauses in confusion. But before he can question it farther, he spies the three remaining goons using a ladder to climb up through the roof of the warehouse, trying to escape.

“Stay here. And do not move.” Jason orders Bruce, and runs after them.

He makes his way up the ladder as fast as he can , exiting under the polluted night sky. The goons, the ridiculously stupid goons, are standing around the edge of the roof, trying to figure out how they’re going to get down.

He doesn’t get paid enough to deal with this ridiculous shit.

Actually, scratch that, he doesn’t get paid at all.

“Wow, you guys are pathetic,” Comes Red Hood’s robotic voice, startling the goons, and one of them accidentally topples over the edge, screaming. Jason ensures that the guy’s hanging on tight— he can wait.

He cocks his guns, aiming both at the two standing goons. Both men are trembling with fear, hands up in surrender. “Hood— Mr. Hood, please—” One of them squeaks, but one look from Jason shuts him up.

“Please. Mr. Hood was my father,” Jason quips, his robotic chuckle sounding sinister. 

That’s when he hears another voice behind him (again)— “But I’m your father.”

Jason jumps, whipping around. “How did you— I didn’t even hear you come!”

Bruce just shrugs innocently, waving his bloodstained hands at the terrified goons.

Then Jason hears the distinct sound of a gun being cocked. From the corner of his eye he sees the bolder of the goons, the one that had spoken before, taking aim.

“DUCK!” He yells, falling out of the way.

Instead of dodging, Bruce falls into a defensive stance, looking around frantically. “Where?!”

The bullet barely misses Bruce’s ear as he turns his head.

Jason has had it with sky-high Bruce now. Annoyance rising, he quickly shoots the two goons in the kneecaps, forgetting about the one hanging off the edge, and stalks up to Bruce, glaring.

“What is up with you and ducks?!” He demands, his voice raised.

“Ducks are evil,” Bruce spits, nose wrinkled. “Just like clowns. And bats.”

Jason’s brows raise. “Bats are evil?”

“Yeah, duh, that’s why everyone’s scared of Batman.” Bruce rolls his eyes, his drawl sounding too much like Steph. “Bats are scary.”

“You really took ‘become what you fear’ too literally, huh?” Jason snorts, putting his guns back in their holsters. Then he takes off his helmet, checking the damage— just a slight crack at the back. Not too bad.

“You know, I fell into a hole and into a cave when I was a boy and a dozen bats attacked me. I nearly died.” Bruce continues, gesturing towards the air with his hands. 

“Yeah, right.” Jason shakes his head, chuckling. “Now come on, we gotta get you back.”

That’s when another voice rings out, high-pitched and scared. “Um, Mr. Hood? Please HELP! Please, please, please—”

Jason’s attention snaps to the corner of the roof— ah, right, the goon’s still hanging off the edge, isn’t he?

He grumbles, making his way over, and squats above the man, shaking his head. The man below him looks like he’s pissed himself, face ashen, tears running down his cheeks, muttering, “I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die…” On repeat.

“I’ll pull you up on one condition,” Jason looks down at him, voice low. “Never become a gun for hire again. If I see you fighting on the streets…” He pulls out his gun.

“No, no, I won’t, I swear…” The man whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. Jason sighs, and grabs the man by the collar and hauls him up. He crumples onto the roof, curling into a ball.

“Take out your phone and dial 911, tell them you’ve been naughty,” Jason orders, his gun pointed at the man’s head. (What? A guy needs to have some fun.)

The man whines, and immediately obliges.

“Pathetic,” Jason ties the man up quickly, and makes his way over to Bruce, who was sitting on the floor of the roof, taking apart some random crushed handphone he’s found.

“Get up, old man. GCPD will be here soon. We’re going home.” He pulls Bruce up, ignoring how he longingly stares at the dismantled phone.

The two of them grapple down from the roof, landing safely on the pavement. As they walk towards his bike, Bruce says, “Did you know I ate a phone once?”

Jason stumbles slightly. “What?”

“Tasted nice. Like electricity. Crackle-y.” Bruce hummed, his face straight (as straight as someone dating Superman could be). He isn't kidding.

That, or he's delusional.

“Don't try it. You might turn into a computer or something.” Bruce nodded very seriously.

“Oh god,” Jason snorts. “I'm so glad my helmet’s recording all this. Perfect blackmail material.”

“Black's a very, very pretty color.”

Jason rolls his eyes, revving the motor, making sure Bruce is safely strapped onto the backseat behind him. “You're just emo.”

“What's emo?” Bruce raises an eyebrow, words slightly slurred.

“Y'know, when people wear all that black makeup, skinny jeans, with hair covering their eyes.” Jason explains, putting a spare helmet on Bruce's head. “And listen to, like, My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy and Panic! At The Disco. The Emo Trinity.”

“Oh, oh!” Bruce's eyes sparkle. “Dickie used to do that! He went to a My Chemmy concert once, but he didn't want me coming along.” He pouts.

Jason thinks of all the times Gerard Way has shoved a mic down his throat and grabbed his junk. “Yeah, I wonder why.”

Then he turns around to look Bruce in the eye. “But, Golden Boy was emo? Seriously?”

Bruce just smiles and nods, saying, “Now go.”

“Going,” Jason smirks and speeds down the streets of Gotham city, not slowing down until their surroundings change from shitty apartment buildings and broken street lights to the eerie quiet of Bristol. He can see the Manor in the distance when he takes a hidden turn, straight down the road that leads to the Batcave. 

He pulls into the underground ‘garage’ section of the Cave, parking his bike before helping Bruce off. As he removes Bruce’s ripoff domino and “cape”, he says sternly, “Now, you tell no one of what we did today, got that? Not a soul.”

Bruce just flashes a thumbs-up and smiles in the most un-Bruce-like way possible. It’s a little creepy, honestly.

“And even if you remember this once you sober up you won’t talk, because you swore on your soul not to tell.”

“Mhm. Kay.”

“Good.” Jason smiles slightly, helping Bruce back to the gurney, making him lie down. He checks him over for any symptoms that the painkiller overdose is making his health worse. His skin’s still cold and clammy, but his breathing’s more steady. His pupils aren’t as small anymore, and he’s way more responsive than he was an hour ago.

Huh. Maybe all he really needed was some exercise.

Jason sits down beside his father, taking a deep breath. “Hey, uh… Did you really mean that, back there? That… That I’m your son?”

Bruce’s brows furrow. “Yes, who else’s son would you be? Superman’s?”

A short laugh escapes Jason. He moves closer to Bruce, lying down so his head is resting beside the older man’s. “I just…” He sighs, unable to form the right words. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but… I love you, Dad.”

“Aww, Jaybird…” Bruce’s hand moves sluggishly to cradle Jason. “I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.”

A small smile plays on Jason’s lips as he closes his eyes, leaning into his Dad’s touch. Maybe… maybe babysitting a high Bruce isn’t so bad.

[BONUS!!!]

Dick walks into the infirmary nearly an hour later with Damian trailing behind him, intending to check up on Bruce. He’s been ringing Jason’s phone for a while now, but he hasn’t been picking up. And… Honestly, Dick’s getting worried.

“Tt. I knew we shouldn’t have left Father’s safety in the hands of an incompetent fool such as Todd,” Damian frowns, scowling.

“No, no, it’s probably just a misunderstanding,” Dick tries to reassure his baby brother, but he picks up his pace. “I mean, we both know what Jason’s like. One moment he’s nice, one moment he’s—”

His voice trails off as he sees Jason sitting on a chair beside Bruce, who’s on the gurney— both asleep, with Jason’s head resting on Bruce’s shoulder, and Bruce cradling him.

“Aww, Little Wing…” Dick smiles, pausing. Even Damian freezes behind him. Dick steers him away, back into the main house, so as to not disturb the sleeping pair. “Yeah, they’re okay. Nothing bad happened.”

[rain-ghoul-appreciator]

ok ive the brain was braining and i have ended up with headcannons on how the ghouls died and all the lovely shit

(tagging @ominousposting cause our ideas r so similar its kinda scary) ((super telepathy magic right here kids)) (((cause im like 98% sure ive never seen they're ghoul lore posts before this so i dont really wanna say i got inspo from them but yea its cool we're cool everything is cool 🫶🫶)))

under the cut and obv tw for death, murder, overdose, disease, drowning, fire, suicide, car accidents and poison (wow thats a lot)

phantom

died in 2010 from a car crash

will not get in a car no matter how empty the roads are

was only 17 when he died

youngest ghoul in the band (death year wise)

has all the humor from the 2000s still and it drives everyone absolutely nuts (inspired this post)

aurora

died in 1925 from accidental poisoning

was one of the flapper girls and was from a fairly wealthy family

was 24 when she was accidentally poisoned by a drink that was meant for someone else

3rd oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

still absolutely loves 1920s fashion and experiments with it by adding current trends and basically becoming the fashionista of all time

cumulus

murdered in 1953 by her husband

queen in the kitchen then, queen in the kitchen now (like seriously she can make anything and everything and its kinda scary cause how tf does she do it)

was 33 when she died cause her husband thought that she was to old and not good enough for him anymore (fuck this random guy)

4th oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

found some of her old cook books from before she died and makes nice little homecooked meals for all the ghouls every sunday because it makes her happy seeing all of them happy

rain

died in 2003 from suicide

emo kid emo kid emo kid (that kid was mcr's second fan) ((frank iero was the first obviously)) (((but he was second)))

was 15 when he killed himself, his parents were devastated

2nd youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

was absolutely stoked to find out that mcr was one of the biggest emo bands and influenced so many other bands (he almost passed out listening to music again for the first time)

mountain

died in his sleep from a disease in 1979

was the kindest guy ever but when he got sick everyone kinda avoided him cause they didn't want to get sick and felt bad seeing him like that

was 27 when he died and his whole neighborhood wished they could have done something more

5th oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

was really excited when he was introduced to the greenhouse for the first time because his room was always filled with plants before he died and it felt like his own little piece of home

sunshine

died 1995 from breast cancer

was very lonely because she spent most of her prime socializing years in a hospital bed

eventually died at 29 and was happy when she did

3rd youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

purposefully grows out her hair really long so she can cut it and donate it to make wigs for people with cancer cause she wants to help ppl be more confident with themselves and not end up like she did

dewdrop

died in 1991 from drowning

never really learned how to swim because he lived in the middle of a desert where there was no water so he felt like he didn't have to worry

was 25 when a friend pushed him off a boat as a joke and he was never able to get back up

4th youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

even though the element switch hurt like a bitch and ripped a whole piece of himself out, he felt somewhat relieved because the lingering fear of water was no longer plaguing his mind

aether

died in 1864 from a house fire

had 2 kids and a wife and they lived out in the country side in the middle of no where

was 38 when the house caught fire and he died saving his family from the flames

2nd oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

was still so incredibly british when he was summoned that dew had a heart attack when he started talking

cirrus

died in 1798 after being murdered by an angry mob

was a major activist for womens rights and had her own little rebellion against all the stupid expectations set for women back then

was 32 when an angry mov finally snuffed her out and killed her along with the rest of her little rebellion

oldest band ghoul (death year wise)

is still a hige advocate for women's rights and has to try not to laugh when someone says that she looks like/acts like herself before death (cause they obv dont know thats her lmao she cracks up everytime)

swiss

died in 1981 from a drug overdose

was an addict and wanted to stop but he couldn't afford getting help and his family didn't want to be associated with him so he was kinda on his own

overdosed at age 35 because he couldn't live like this anymore so death was the only option that he believed was available

5th youngest band ghoul (death year wise)

refuses to do any other drug than weed because he is still so extremely paranoid about becoming an addict again or accidentally overdosing

[darkpeacemusic]

Pre incident Woods Family Headcanons

(TW/CW: A shit ton of angst, abuse (both physical and emotional), alcohol and drug abuse, sexism, one mention of a gun and planned murder, child neglect, being locked up, some fluff)

So basically Jeff and Liu didn't have the most happiest of childhoods (like most of the pastas).

Like maybe for the first few years after Jeff was born they were the happiest children with two very loving parents.

But by the time Jeff was three and Liu was eleven, their dad, Peter had to work overtime in order to support his family.

Peter would often come home stressed which would cause him and Margret to fight.

Margret was a sexist woman who believed that only men should do all the work.

She would often leave the house to go party with her friends or go gamble at the casino.

They often called Jeff the 'mistake child' because he was an accidental pregnancy.

By the time Jeff would turn 5, Peter started to drink after he got off work to destress himself.

Whenever Jeff would get in trouble at school, Peter and Margret would often scream at him and lock him in the basement as punishment and wouldn't even let him out until the next morning.

Whenever Jeff and Liu make messes, Margret would hit them and force them to clean it up by standing over them like a dominator.

Peter once hitted Liu with a frying pan as a punishment for getting a bad grade in math which is why Liu is a perfectionist.

When Liu became 16 and Jeff was 8, Margret got addicted to cocaine and would often take it after a friend of hers introduced it to her.

How did neither of them die from alcohol poisoning or cocaine overdose? Nobody freaking knows not even Jeff and Liu.

Whenever Jeff got scared due to his parents arguing, Liu would let him stay in his room until their fighting stopped.

Liu would often try to defend Jeff whenever he got in trouble but it would only result in Liu getting slapped hard to the point where it gave him bruises.

Since their parents were neglectful for Jeff, Liu would often be the first person to comfort Jeff after he had a bad dream.

Whenever Margret and Peter got told on by the police, they would scoff it off as "people being overdramatic" and the police would believe them and let them go with a warning (because cops are useless in the Creepypasta world).

By the time they moved into the new neighborhood because of Peter finding a better job with better pay, Liu promised that he would protect Jeff if anything bad happened to them.

Margret defended the bullies after hearing about what Jeff did and she and Peter sent Jeff straight to his room and locked the door so he wouldn't be able to come out.

Before the party incident, Margret and Peter planned to kill Jeff to 'get him out of their hair' by buying a gun but they decided it would be best to wait for the perfect opportunity.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1332

TW: Substance Abuse | Overdose

Anon asked:

Do you have some prompts for a whumpee struggling with substance abuse after some bad things happening in their life, and their friend / caretaker supporting them through it?

A few:

Maybe the caretaker notices erratic behaviour and decides to address it gently. This could lead to a discussion, or even an argument if the whumpee tries to deny it despite the evidence being clear. (Why do they try to deny it? Are they ashamed? Embarrassed? Worried about what people are going to think?)

The caretaker could find out about the abuse when the whumpee hits rock bottom. They could get a call from the hospital/a concerned friend etc. Maybe they haven't heard from the whumpee in a few days, so decide to do a welfare check of sorts. They could get there just in time to witness the whumpee overdosing.

Does the whumpee relapse? Do the caretakers threaten to give up on them?

^ I like the idea of the caretaker saying that in private, but the whumpee accidentally overhears.

During recovery they celebrate small victories - a day sober, three days sober, a week sober etc etc. It becomes tradition to get a cake for every milestone. Maybe at a longer milestone - when the whumpee as gotten much better - it's not until late at night that they realise it's a milestone day. Their only option is to go to a gas station to find a cake, but their only choices are the questionable hotdogs, flowers, a chocolate bar, or even more questionable sushi.

At first the whumpee rejects professional help, but seeing the strain it puts on the caretakers, they decide to seek out a therapist.

Don't forget the withdrawal symptoms.

What kind of coping mechanisms do they put in place? Chewing gum? Knitting? Folding laundry?

On the emotional side - the whumpee has to work very hard to repair the relationships they damaged.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

excerpts from ch. 66 “phoenix, part two: too long the songs have been silent”

the boys help Gareth through the worst day of his life.

I bawled like a baby the entire time I was writing this. just need everyone to have love and support and good friends like these in their lives; consider this me trying to manifest them for you.

TW: accidental drug overdose (no lasting harm done to anyone)

“What do we do?” Jeff whispered. “Should we take him to the hospital?”

Grant shrugged. “Honestly? We should probably just get him home and let him sleep it off.”

“Is that safe?” Eddie managed to choke out.

“Dude, I read all the junk my mom got from the pharmacy. I don’t think he actually took a very big dose,” Grant informed them. “He’s probably only loopy ‘cause he’s never had anything like this before. But he should be okay.” He paused. “As long as he keeps breathing.”

“That’s not very goddamn helpful, Grant!” Jeff snapped.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Grant shouted back. “It’s not like they can pump his stomach at this point!”

“Okay,” Eddie interrupted. “Okay. Let’s take him home and let him sleep, and we’ll all stay with him and make sure he’s all right, and if anything gets weird then we take him straight to the hospital. Okay?” He gently brushed a hand through Gareth’s hair, picking out the leaves still tangled in his curls.

Jeff and Grant both nodded. But Jeff spoke up one more time. “What are we gonna tell his mom?”

Eddie shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Help me lift him, I’ll carry him to the car.”

“I got him.” Grant easily hefted Gareth piggyback style onto his shoulders. “Hang on tight, dude.”

“Don’ wanna go,” Gareth wept. “Like it here.”

“Too bad. We’re taking you home.” Grant wrinkled his nose. “Dude, you reek. You’re getting a shower, first thing, whether you want one or not.”

“‘M tired.”

“You’re also stinky. And your hair’s a mess,” Jeff chimed in.

“Man, fuck all y’all.” Gareth swatted at Jeff, missing him by a mile. “Hate you guys.”

Grant actually giggled. “You do not. You totally love us. We’re your best friends.”

“We love you too, nerd,” Eddie told him. “Kinda wish you’d told us how bad it was before you decided to buy drugs from Rick, though.”

~ * ~

Grant punched one of the pillows to fluff it up. “We should probably go check on him,” he suggested. “Just in case.” He didn’t make a move in the direction of the bathroom, though, and Jeff didn’t seem inclined to either. Eddie sighed again.

“I’ll do it, if you guys are too embarrassed.” He shook his head, snorting a little laugh. “Not like I have anything resembling dignity anymore. Be right back.” He could hear the shower running from outside the bathroom door, but no other noise, and Gareth didn’t answer when he knocked. “You better say something,” Eddie called through the door. “If you don’t answer me in ten seconds, I’m coming in.”

He waited. Silence.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He stepped into the bathroom, kicking aside the dirty clothes on the floor, and perched on top of the closed toilet lid. “You awake in there?”

Still no answer.

“Dude, say something,” Eddie demanded worriedly. “Are you okay?”

Gareth didn’t respond, but now Eddie could discern, almost but not quite masked by the running water, the sound of quiet sobbing. He scrubbed his hands over his face, trying to think what he ought to do.

“Do you need help?” he eventually offered. “Want me to wash your hair?”

Gareth croaked out something that almost passed for a laugh, and finally spoke. “No thanks.”

“I know that seems like a really fucking weird thing for me to say, but, like… sometimes I can’t do it. When I’m really depressed. Sometimes it’s too hard.” Eddie fiddled with the toilet paper roll, twirling it round and round. “And Wayne will come in and wash my hair for me, so it’s one less thing I have to do. If that makes any sense. Once Dustin even did it for me. So it’s not, like… I’m not trying to be weird. But I’ll help you if you need it. It’s okay if you need help.”

He heard another little broken sob and a few sniffles before Gareth answered. “I don’t need help, but… you, um. You could maybe stay. In here. If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, man.” Eddie started drawing a picture of Godzilla on the fogged-up mirror. “Are you hungry?”

“Nah.”

“Too bad. I’m starving.” He was only half joking. “Think your folks would make us breakfast later?”

“Probably.” Gareth cleared his throat. “Mom might even bake you cookies or something. For bringing me home.”

“I will never turn down homemade cookies,” Eddie laughed.

~ * ~

Gareth insisted he could manage getting dressed on his own, but when ten minutes had passed and he hadn’t appeared, Eddie got antsy. He knocked on the bathroom door again, calling loudly, “I’m coming in again, dude, so cover up anything you don’t want me to see.” He found Gareth slumped on the closed toilet lid with his head resting against the wall, sound asleep. He’d managed to get his underwear on and one leg into his sweatpants, but that was it. Eddie chuckled, and called out for the guys to come give him a hand.

He steadied Gareth while Jeff helped him get his pants on, and Grant laughed “arms up!” and pulled a shirt over his head as if he was a little child. Then Eddie rummaged through the cabinets until he found a comb and some sort of moisturizing hair treatment. He scooped out a palmful and rubbed it through Gareth’s hair. It smelled like green apples.

“Whatcha doin’?” Gareth murmured, already half asleep again.

Eddie shrugged. “Chrissy always puts conditioner and shit in my hair when she washes it. Says it makes it easier to get the tangles out.” He started carefully working the comb through his friend’s curls, gently easing out a knot. “You need a haircut, my dude.”

Gareth scoffed. “You. You can’t say… nothin’ about anyone’s hair.” He rubbed his eyes. “‘M tired, Eddie.”

“I know, buddy. Lemme just finish this, and then you can go to sleep.” He combed out another little snarl. “Hey Gare?”

“Hmm?”

“Be honest.” Eddie swallowed hard. “Did you take all those pills on purpose?”

Gareth shook his head emphatically no. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to… y’know. Hurt myself. Really only wanted to forget.” Impatiently he swiped tears from his face. “Pretty stupid, huh?”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, yeah, it wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done, but I can kinda understand what you were trying for. Just— promise me you won’t ever do anything like that again, okay? Please?”

“Yeah, okay. Promise.”

“And I don’t ever wanna hear any more of that ‘the Party always comes first’ bullshit, either, okay? You’re my brother, man. I love you. Whenever you need me, I’m here for you, got that?”

Gareth wiped his eyes again. “Got it.”

“Good.” Eddie helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you to bed now, huh?” He held his friend’s arm to steady him as they made their way to his room, where Gareth crawled straight into bed and burrowed under the blankets. By unspoken agreement they all piled in with him, Grant next to him at the head, Eddie and Jeff settling in at the foot.

Gareth nestled into Grant, curling around him like he was a giant teddy bear. He tucked his feet under Jeff’s ankles and closed his eyes. “Love you guys,” he mumbled against Grant’s shirt. In seconds he was asleep.

Eddie smiled. Grant sighed. Jeff sniffled a little bit. They all sat quietly, just listening to Gareth breathing, and when Maggie poked her head into the room to check on them some time later, that was how she found them.

[lorelei-system]

My top 5 fears with DID:

(TW sh + sui mention)

1. Another alter committing suicide and I can’t stop them

2. “Waking up” with fresh sh wounds

3. Accidentally overdosing on medication because another alter already took it

4. Another alter self-destructing (ruining relationships/ our life) and having to come to terms with that and deal with the consequences

5. Not knowing who I can trust/ who is abusive because of amnesia (or putting my trust in someone abusive because I don’t know that they are abusive)

(We’ve thankfully only experienced the last two)

[heleizition]

characters with white hair and characters fighting with needles are SUPERB DESIGNS much agree there. im holding it all so very gently in my hands while spitting on danzo fuck that guy. also??? eden just chefs kiss. traumatic kinda immortality is my VIBE. hows the ability work? can he ever die? hows he get along with belly??? good luck at whatever ya gotta GO to!! byyyee

THANK YOU needle fighting is jst so cool im not rly sure where i picked it up ? bunch of things ... katara in atla in that one episode where she seeks revenge... yeah it stuck to me ...

and this group of oc is a bit of like. "cringe renaissance" like im allowing myself to have fun without thinking abt waht others would say... yes this oc has heterochromia (vik) yes this oc has white hair and incredible powers (eden) (also cody) yes these ocs are twins that barely look anything alike but im doing MY THING im so happy. im free

SO GLAD U LIKE EDEN tw for drug use, overdose and suicide + rest of the answer

i care him sooo much. whats dramatic abt him is that in his past life (in the angel/demon au) he had. a very shitty life and ended up taking lots of drugs as a mean to get on with life until he finally just. decided to stop trying to get on with like. also hes trans :) . so um killed himself by overdosing on drugs. its always a similar past/history with him so i think it's a bit tragic that while he suffered so much he can't just. end it like he did before because his power wont let him. as a human he would die of old age, but his power , while letting him suffer through any injury or subtence, won't let him die. i mean in the end he does find that living is pretty nice when you're surrunded by people you love and who love you so !!!!

im not quite sure how the ability works yet... i think it's a molecular manipulation of the flesh and any thing that compose it, so it would heal injuries, help fight infections, but it wouldn't be able to revive someone if life has already left them/if it was too far along. eden's power being inside of him, it unconsciously protects him from everything and anything as it happens, fixing the damage almost instantly.

it takes a lot out of him to use it on other people (to fix or destroy) and after the beheading incident he fears it so much he's unable to use it until he's about to lose someone precious to him....

belly and him get along well !!! they're in the angel squad together in the angel/demon au and they're supposed to be the two "level headed" ones (they're not they're barely adults with age being between 20 to 25) and work nicely as a team. im not very good to talk abt relationship between characters im sorry !

for reference btw,

demon squad : abel, cain (no art of him yet im sowwyyyyyy), nell, titania, jasper

angel squad : cody, eden, lena, belly, vik, noah

i have pinterest boards of all of them also btw...

i have a lot of old ocs that are in this au as well as secondary characters im very <33 abt this au.

AND THANK U SO MUCH i was meeting up with friends i havent seen or talked to in FOUR YEARS life connected us together again accidentally and i had a lot of fun it was a sweet evening ! i am going to eep now zzzzzzzzzzzzzz snork mimimi

[heydcy]

🎸⠀⠀SHE SAYS I AM REAL AND YOU ARE NOT ( tw. overdose and drug use mention )

HEYDAY⠀⠀...⠀⠀⠀⠀are a five piece k-indie band that originally debuted on march 27 in 2016 under MEDIA MAYHEM in 2017 . the band would leave the company not even a month later after having their contracts forcibly terminated . while it is still unknown exactly why the group were forced to leave the company , it is assumed it had something to do with an incident involving the band’s female counterparts MAYDAY .

the current lineup consists of iseul , elias , gyujin , jihe and everett , with the band having made their re - debut on september 21 , 2021 under doellette after the acquisition of contracts the year prior . while originally the public were skeptical of their return to the music scene , public opinion seemed to be swayed after the release of SINK YOUR TEETH , their first release under the new company . shortly after sink your teeth’s release it was announced jihe would be going on hiatus after an overdose .

while he was on hiatus , the band once more came under fire for the member’s supposed drug use , before he himself had to issue an apology stating it was an accidental overdose on prescription medication . the hiatus would be short lived , however , as he would return not even two months later for the band’s release SHATTERED . while the group’s reputation is strained , leading to a decline in popularity compared to when they first emerged , heyday still manage to maintain a strong , steady fanbase – although it had been reported any and all new releases and comebacks are funded by the members themselves , as doellette seemingly views them a ‘waste of funds’ .

⠀⠀⠀┄⠀⠀⠀% . THE OVERVIEW⠀⠀⠀

🎸 —— COMPANY : DOELLETTE MEDIA

🎸 —— ASSOCIATED ACTS : MAYDAY ( PREV. )

🎸 —— DEBUT DATE : MARCH 27 , 2017

🎸 —— DEBUT SINGLE : ZEPHYR

🎸 —— FANDOM : JUGGERNAUTS

⠀⠀⠀┄⠀⠀⠀% . THE LINEUP⠀⠀⠀

RHEO ISEUL ( 1999 ) , ELIAS SON ( 1998 ) , NAM GYUJIN ( 1998 ) , PARK JIHE ( 1999 ) , EVERETT JUNG ( 2000 )

[morbiderotica]

bestie (anyone who writes for mello is immediately my bestie) I would LOVE to hear anything you think about dear sweet mihael. like, what's the deal with his relationship with religion? Did he partake in drugs during his time in the mafia? Actually I'd take ANY headcanon about the time he spent between leaving wammy's and when he's introduced as an adult. Did he have a kindred spirits sort of thing with Matt because neither one of them was the best! (even tho mello cared a lot more about it than matt did)? I just want to pick your brain so bad 🥺

─ ★ headcanons ... tw: religious trauma, implied accidental overdose + more.

♡ when he left wammy's he was lost and confused

♡ he practically had everyone telling him he was never going to be good enough and always going to be second to near

♡ he obviously didn't really have anything and often resorted to stealing

♡ sometimes food though most of the time substances

♡ i feel like he just really needed an anchor to lean on so he started praying

♡ at wammys they said a grace prayer before eating meals so he wasn't a stranger to praying

♡ he spent countless nights just screaming at "whatever god was there" trying to get an answer

♡ he prayed and prayed and sought help from any higher up

♡ it drained him so much that he started doing drugs and sometimes even drinking

♡ he was very adamant about not keeping in touch with anyone from wammy's excluding matt

♡ after one too many pills or too many bottles of beer mello was without a doubt calling matt

"it's 4 in the morning, mello." matt paused. "are you okay?" worry overtook his voice and mello could hear the rustling of blankets. "matt." mello hummed with ease, letting the boys name fall off his tongue. "mello." matt sighed. "what is it this time?" he inquired, knowing mello was probably sulking again. "i miss you." he slurred.

"how drunk are you?" matt was growing more concerned. mello expressing his feelings? unheard of. "i can't do this without you." matt could hear mello shuffle followed by the sound of things hitting the floor. "shit." mello bent down to pick up the scattered pills. "mello? what did you drop? pills? i thought you were drinking." matt was now wide awake. "i am." that was enough for matt to forget about his prolonged sleep and find mello as quick as he could.

♡ after that wherever mello went, matt went too including the mafia

♡ mello was very against the idea, obviously not wanting matt to get hurt, but theyre both stubborn assholes so

♡ matt kinda just let mello do his own thing

♡ you know, the usual, popping pills, fucking whoever and whenever, murdering anyone who got in the way

♡ when mello would get "cranky" as everyone would call it, matt would be there right next to him

"you don't have to stay." mello's leg was bouncing relentlessly. "last time i left you alone you fucking-" matt was angry, but not at mello, so he stopped mid sentence, thinking of his next words carefully. "i want to stay... for you." mello nodded. "i get it, you know. so, if you wanna talk 'bout anything, well, i'm all ears." matt didn't get it, but mello accepted his offer anyway.

♡ even though he never got clarity from any sort of god he can't bring himself to stop praying, even after joining the mafia

♡ he prayed day and night, for himself and for matt

♡ the thing that really got him though was when matt died

♡ he tried everything, bargained everything he could, begged for matt's life only to once again not be heard or answered

"mello, whadda doing, we gotta go." matt was getting impatient. "yeah, one sec." his fingers moved from one bead on the rosary to the next, mouthing words engraved into his brain. matt stared silently, watching mello pray. "is this really necessary? i mean you do this every time you have to-" "it's not for me." mello whispered before placing the rosary back around his neck.

─ ★ bonus ...

♡ he tried to get off the drugs and started eating chocolate in place of them

♡ it didn't work

♡ now he's addicted to drugs and chocolate

♡ one time one of the mafia guys punched matt and mello was furious

♡ he tore the whole place apart, screaming, throwing things, and threatening to kill the guy

♡ matt just kinda followed him around aimlessly trying to calm him down

♡ he ended up killing the guy

♡ he tried to find his parents at one point after drinking too much

♡ ran databases and pulled up birth certificates and everything

♡ he cried himself to sleep when he couldn't find anything

i love you /p 😭