#psycho!harry

[chuutoro]

the queen is dead: an internet round-up (plus: argentinian journalist celebrates her death)

[martie10]

everyones like "barty shouldn't have done what he did to mad-eye" BITCH, if someone killed my pookie wookie manwife unofficial boyfriend, id lock them up and pretend to be them for a year too

[cinycesum-fan]

fanfics, headcanons, theories, fanons and fanarts keeps a fandom alive, even after it ends

[barbieaemond]

HARRY LLOYD as VISERYS TARGARYEN III | Game of Thrones S1E1

[samix-asb]

hear me out...

actually don't and don't think about the implications please this is nothing but a rendered joke (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) 

[thatuglymeme]

mob in disco elysium portrait style

[coldemergency]

Harry: Would you rather kill all your friends, or all your family?

Tom: Why not both

Harry:

Harry: I forgot who I was talking to for a second

[mascindulgence]

Harry has beaten reigen in the semifinals of the official pathetic loserman awards 2022!! help him win the finals!! link here: [x]

anyways heres my harry propaganda from the past 48 hours

[Image description. The first image depicts reigen and mob from mob psycho 100 and harry du bois from disco elysium. Harry is almost completely naked except for a pair of briefs, and slumped over on the ground as menacing zigzags eminate from him. above him is text that reads “the official pathetic loserman awards 2022 #HDBSWEEP”. Reigen looks very uncomfortable as he backs away slowly, sweat dripping from his forehead. Mob leans back behind him with a neutral expression. he says “i think he needs this”

Next is a series of 4 images with the same format, a title above the drawings says “WAYS HARRY CAN DIE IN DISCO ELYSIUM” and two drawings depicting different methods. 

The first shows shows harry about to swing a punch then flopping onto the ground as cuno stands arms wide grinning down at him with mirth. Above them is written. "failing to punch a kid". Next to that, harry is grabbing his foot in pain and hopping on one leg because he has kicked the letterbox in front of him. far in the background kim looks at him with concern. Above them is written. "kicking a letterbox".

The second shows a ceiling fan with a lightbulb and harry is shown below it looking up, he is wearing nothing but briefs and looks exhausted. next to him is written "looking at a light bulb (within the first seconds of the game)”. Next to that harry is passed out as he sits in a chair, kim is standing behind him. next to them is written "sitting in an uncomfortable chair"

The third shows harry reaching for dora with a sad expression, she smiles awkwardly at him as she leans away. she says "ew, no". above them is written "thinking about your ex too hard". Next to them is a very angry kim, his arms are wide as he shouts at harry "are you fucking INSANE?" harry is grasping his chest, hunched over looking ill. above them is written "kim yelling at you."

The final image shows  harry crouching down against a wall as his fists have slammed into it. the symbol for communism in disco elysium, the upside down star and antlers is drawn on the wall. above him is written "remembering communism fell". Next to that harry is holding the pull-out radio in the kineema. he looks distressed as lines show loud noises and a frown around the radio. kim can be seen through the door looking extremely uncomfortable. the text above them says "being bullied by your old coworkers after experiencing retrograde amnesia and your new coworker just stands there awkwardly listening". End ID]

[crimsonlovebartylus]

barty is obsessed with regulus but regulus is obsessed with barty - like look at my boyfriend, and i'll kill you. talk about him, and i'll kill you. touch him, and i'll kill you. basically regulus would kill anyone for barty and of course, barty loves it because he's the same way if not worst.

[casasupernovas]

thinking about how in 'snape's worst memory' when james potter tells sirius black he knows how to rid him of his current boredom, indicating severus snape, the book literally describes sirius going very still, like a dog who had just spotted a rabbit.

you lot are convinced that it was just a 'rivalry' right, but if this were to be a rivarly, snape would just be another dog. dogs fighting. not the literal PREY. a dog and a rabbit? like a HUNT?! are you KIDDING ME?!

[gurugirl]

The Doctor & the Psychopath | A check-in*

Summary: You get a visit from someone you were not ever expecting to see again.

A/n: This is a check in to The Doctor & the Psychopath. If you want to understand this check-in you'll need to read the first one shot. BUT, you can read this as a standalone if you don't want to read the darker original one shot (this check-in isn't really that dark - but it's connected to the original so by default it is...). As always, read all warnings. And I'm sorry to all you who asked for this ages ago. I've neglected my lovers of the dark but here you are, a little something just for you. 2.7k words

Warning: Smut, violent cop interaction with mention of a gun, psychopath!harry x doctor!reader

Walking into your apartment feels so good after your long day. You’ve been having many long days since your incident with Harry Styles.

Somehow you got lucky when his brother-in-law never mentioned your indiscretion and you put in a request to send a new psychiatrist to take over. And that was that.

It had been the biggest mistake of your career. It could still come back to bite you somehow. You knew it would be quite hard to explain what had happened that day. You could say you’d been coerced and manipulated but then how do you explain everything else that went with it? His brother-in-law heard you moaning Harry’s name as you came around his cock, and all that led up to it… you knew better. You were still partially at fault and if you ever lost your license for what you’d done with a subject it would be warranted.

Pouring yourself a glass of red wine and linking your Bluetooth speaker to your playlist on your phone the stress begins to wash away.

You move your hips back and forth to the music as you walk into your living room. Setting your glass down on the coffee table you unzip the back of your skirt and shimmy out of it so that you're left in your panties and silk blouse. You put your arms overhead and stretch before going to flip on the light. You pad your way across the living room and the moment the light illuminates the room, you see something from your peripheral. Someone is in your home.

You turn slowly toward the offending intruder and your eyes widen and your heart races when you make eye contact with him. He's gotten into your home somehow. You've kept up with the case. He's still on house arrest at his sister's so you know he can't be here. He's breaking the rules.

"Harry. What are you doing here?" Your mouth goes dry. This man is dangerous and he's far stronger than you are.

Harry chuckles as he swings his leg to the ground so both of his feet are flat on the floor as he stays seated in your armchair, "Just coming to see you. I missed you and you haven't answered any of my calls since you ran out on me. Broke my heart." Harry spoke in nonchalance. Of course, you hadn't broken his heart. Harry was much too cold and unbothered to like someone enough to get his heart involved. He only loved himself.

"You shouldn't be here." You speak plainly. You are worried he's going to hurt you. You look down to his left foot and notice he's still wearing his house arrest bracelet.

Harry drops his gaze to where you're looking and he kicks his leg up before settling it back down again, "Oh yeah. They're probably trying to locate me now. I've been sentenced you know. It's official. I'm going to prison for being a cop abuser. Not because of any of the women, just because of the cop. If I hadn't touched Officer whatever-his-name-is then, I'd probably be off scot-free. Don't you think, Doctor?"

You shake your head and try to calm yourself. Harry had called you night and day for two weeks after you left and had another psychiatrist take over for you. The first time you answered was because you were curious about who was calling. If it was his brother-in-law or his sister and they were giving you a heads up that they were telling people about your indiscretions.

But when you heard Harry’s voice come through the receiver and the tone he used was casual, you hung up immediately.

“If you still have that on, that means they’re going to find you. Here,” you pointed toward the floor.

Harry pushed himself up and made three long strides toward you. You backed up and looked upward at him until you were bumped up against a cabinet. Harry put his hands on the wood frame of the cabinet near your head and caged you in with his body.

“S’okay. I just wanted to say goodbye to you. Was hoping you could give me a proper sendoff,” his smirk was quite frankly maddening. But he was hot. You swallowed down your thoughts and shook your head.

“How did you find out where I live?”

Harry dipped his face next to yours and bumped his nose to your temple, “Easy. You basically told me. And then I have your phone number so a google search with your number and your name gives me an address,” his proximity was once again making your head spin. He had something that was difficult to pinpoint but it was something that turned you on. You had clearly lost your mind.

“But how did you get in here?”

Harry moved one of his hands to the side of your neck, his knuckles brushing over your skin, “Also easy. Joe downstairs let me in. Told him I was your brother and I wanted to surprise you on your birthday. He was easy to convince so he got the spare key and let me right in.”

You scoffed. Goddamn Joe. He was the nicest doorman slash security guy but that was a problem when he was letting dangerous criminals into your apartment, “You shouldn’t be here, Harry.”

Harry’s soft knuckle on your neck turned into a palm wrapped around your neck, “There you go, calling me Harry. You know what that does to me. I let it slide the first time you said my name because I imagined you were in shock when you saw me here. But to say it again, when I’m this close to you? You want me. Don’t you?”

You closed your eyes. You tried not to imagine how nice he felt when he took you on his bed at his sister's house. You dreamt of his cock after and you hated yourself for it. It was dirty and it was wrong but it was all you could think of lately when you got off.

“That’s a yes if I’ve ever heard one,” Harry squeezed the sides of your neck and moved his face so his lips were covering yours. Your body reacted before your brain had a chance and you were slipping your hands into his hair as he licked into your mouth. Harry rutted his hips into yours and it caused the cabinet to rattle behind your back.

Harry suddenly stood up straight and moved his hand from the front of your neck to the back and then pushed you toward your bedroom. You complied. What else were you going to do?

“Get on the bed,” Harry ordered and you climbed up to your bed and sat on your bottom, waiting for his next move.

Harry took his pants off and then moved over your body, pushing you down to the mattress by your neck. He had his palm over your throat when he crushed your mouth with his. You were pushed up, further onto the bed, with Harry hovering.

When he backed away from the kiss he put his fingers into the slots of your shirt buttons and began to undo them, but he was struggling to get the first one done so you brought your hands up to help him. You didn’t know why. This was wrong.

With your shirt open and your bra-covered breasts exposed, Harry pulled the cups down from your boobs and pulled your tits out. He ran his tongue over the flesh and kept looking up at you but you could do nothing but moan and close your eyes. When he began to bite you a little you jerked your head up and pushed at him but he only went in harder, making you yelp, “H… Harry!”

Harry stopped his nibbling and lifted his mouth from your nipple and shook his head, “You do want this cock. Jesus, baby. It’s coming,” he smiled down at you as he dragged a hand down your body and into your panties, pushing his fingers into your crease. He started to slowly circle your clit and then he put his mouth back on your breasts, one by one. With his other hand, he held your left leg down and groaned when he finally felt you wetting his hand.

He brought his lips down until he was at your hips and then pulled the material of your panties away from your crotch. He dipped down and kissed the top of your mound and you gasped but spread your legs to give him room. You really were losing it. Harry groped your tits as his mouth softly kissed your pussy, but then he began to lick into you and, his lips came into contact with your clit.

“Oh god…” you moaned and bucked upward into his mouth. Harry laughed but didn’t stop what he was doing to your pussy.

He pushed himself up a little and moved his hands down to hold both of your thighs down as he looked at your center, “Didn’t get the chance to taste you last time. Want more? Or are you ready for my cock now, doctor? I don’t know that we have a lot of time left, me and you.”

You turned your head and looked at the clock and squeezed your eyes closed again. Fuck this was not how you imagined tonight going down. You pulled at his arm and opened your eyes, “Fuck me, Harry.”

You wanted to feel it one last time. Harry’s big cock dipping into you. You knew he was going to go in raw again and you panted when you saw him pull out his dick from his briefs. Long and hard and just as pretty as you remembered. Harry was pretty in general, though. Harry adjusted your legs and he put himself in between your thighs, dragging his cock through your pussy lips just before he rocked forward and pushed himself in through your vaginal muscle, opening you up for him. You groaned and watched Harry’s mouth drop open.

“Better than I remember. Fuck… that’s good isn’t it?” He spoke as he began to hasten his thrusts. Little by little reaching deeper inside. Harry’s cock was long enough that it took a minute for him to get fully sheathed in you, but when it happened, when he was slipping into the hilt, you keened and moaned Harry’s name into the room. That deep ache was brutal inside of your body but Harry wasn’t going to be going gently with your pussy, you knew that. You didn’t want it gentle anyway. Not with Harry at least. Gentle could come with another man, maybe someone who was nice and who could be a good boyfriend. But Harry was not nice and he’d never be your boyfriend or your lover. Just a crazy man with a big cock who wanted to fuck you until you were drooling and coming. That’s all he wanted and that’s all you wanted.

Harry’s body was a work of art. His muscles moved and worked himself into you, his thick muscled thighs flexing and pushing him deeper and deeper into you. Harry’s hips were smacking into yours with brute force. Pat-pat-pat the sound almost in time with the music playing from your blue tooth. Harry’s breathy gasps were nice to hear. It made him seem more human. Harry was just a human deriving pleasure from your body and his noises were evidence of how good he was feeling.

You panted softly and winced each time Harry rutted his cock as far up into you as it would go. It hurt. It was poking into your cervix and you could tell you were going to be sore for a couple of days after this. Which had you smiling for some reason.

Harry readjusted your body again until he had your knees pressed into your chest and he began pressing himself down hard into you.

“Ahh! Harry! Ohhh…” you yelped. You could feel him pushing and pulling into your walls as he pounded away. You closed your eyes and let your mouth hang open wide. It hurt but it felt just like what you needed. A good hard fucking with a big long cock. Probably something you’d never experience ever again. Most guys were too scared to go so hard, and certainly, most of them weren’t as hung as Harry.

“Jesus fuck that feels good…” Harry groaned as he rocked into you.

You couldn’t form words to speak. You had your mouth dropped open and could only breathe with each heavy thrust of his prick.

Suddenly your cell phone began to ring. You turned your head and Harry’s hand came down over your neck as he yanked your face back toward him, “Pay attention to me… and my cock… that can wait,” Harry panted his words.

Soon your phone stopped ringing and Harry only went in harder and deeper until you were shrieking and trembling under him as your orgasm started to take over.

“S’right… fucking come, doctor. Yess…” Harry threw his head back when his hips got out of rhythm as he started to come inside of you.

When you heard pounding at your door just as you were moaning Harry’s name with your pussy clenching over his thick cock, Harry groaned as he spurted into you, stilling his hips. More pounding at your door as you both heaved in your breaths and came down from your orgasms.

“Harry… I have to get that. I don’t want them breaking it down,” you spoke to him as he laid heavy over your chest.

Harry pushed himself off of you and pulled out of your pussy. He held your thighs apart as he dipped down and put his tongue flat along your pussy from your entrance upward and then he let go of you and put his trousers on, a closed-mouth smirk on his face. You were quick to jump from your bed and throw on your robe. You felt Harry’s come dripping down your thigh as you quickly made your way to your door. Harry slid his shirt on just as you opened up. Your cheeks were red and your mascara was running down your face. Your hair was messed and you were still breathing heavily. Harry looked similar. He was breathing hard, sweat beaded up along his brow, and his hair was messed up from how you’d run your hands through it over and over again.

“On the ground!” Two police officers burst into your apartment and aimed a gun at Harry. He put his hands up and silently dropped to his knees and then laid on his stomach as they surrounded him and cuffed his hands behind his back. He turned his head and looked at you, that smirk still on his face as they lifted him to his feet. A third cop approached you and pulled you aside, “Are you okay?”

You nodded and smoothed your robe down. You knew you looked disheveled. They probably imagined he attacked you.

One of the cops asked Harry something but Harry just stood up straight and kept his mouth closed.

“I asked you a question,” the cop said as he stepped in closer to intimidate Harry. Harry smirked, his mouth kept closed and he jerked his head, motioning for the cop to step in even closer. The moment the cop was an inch from him, Harry leaned in and pressed his mouth to the cop’s. You watched Harry open his mouth and stick his tongue out and the cop jumped back and then punched Harry in the face.

The cop spit onto your floor and then looked at Harry, who now had a bloody nose, “What the fuck was that you piece of shit?!”

Harry laughed and licked his lips before he spoke slowly and clearly, “That was my come. Tastes pretty good doesn’t it?”

The cop gagged and bent forward before looking back at Harry and lunging toward him but the other police officer grabbed the offended cop and held him back, “He’s lying to you! He’s just trying to get a rise out of you. Stop!”

The two cops escorted Harry out of your apartment but not before Harry turned back to you and winked, “I’ll see you around, doctor.”

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[ivanzplaid]

Can you do Patrick bateman, harry warden and candyman with a shy male reader

ooo of course!! i havent done patrick bateman in a but, and this is my first harry warden request so ty🫶

requests are open, masterlist is up!

Slashers x Shy Male Reader Hcs!

Warnings: Murder/Violence Mentions, Fluff

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Patrick Bateman

he notices you first in the office, youre reserved yet hardworking, getting your work done while noticeably avoiding anybody else

patrick doesnt care in the beginning, just another face to pass by each day, but you begin to stand out even more as he sees you around town; at a bar, dorsias, in the park, you become a prominent face that hes being used to seeing

he takes interest that everywhere you are, you keep your same quiet nature, enjoying the peace of your company, and that intrigues him, he wants to dig deeper into you and corrupt you himself, show you things youve never dreamed, thats what brings him into you

he introduces himself at the office, making an appearance as an outgoing worked AND satisfying his needs to know you? win win

a hint of snark in his voice as he holds the conversation, may seem offended, but now that he started hes not letting up

"How about you and me at my place tonight? Get to know eachother a little better than now."

not a question, youre going

he gives you his address and youre all flustered in your chair, this random and overly confident man just walked into your life and asserted himself into your schedule? guess hes staying

he loves to see you flustered or nervous at the sight of him, really takes pride in it

when you arrive at his place, hes there in nice clothing to meet you, eyeing you up and down to see what youve out together

you two sit down and he begins on his music tangent, teaching you every little thing about any band your eyes find, and in a way its comforting, hes not afraid to fill the silence and wait, he wants to open you up and be the impatient man he is, but the way that you fidget with your hands and try your best to do eye contact makes him feel something inside, and hes worried if he'll be sick

that night is the confirming night he falls for you, what turned into an intentioned killing forms into a burning love, and he decides that he needs to have you as his, because thats the only reasonable thing for you

he talks to you more and more each day, subtly trying to impress you, asking you out to eat more often and even bringing you music he thinks youd like

tries his damn best to be charming, because if he really loves you, he'll have you

he admires how shy you are, not only will he take advantage of it, but he thinks its great, like a confirmation that youre his of how open and comfortable you are around him and not anyone else

if he gets touchy, snaking a hand around your waist, or a finger tilting your chin to look at him, he likes to feel your body getting warmer and your breathing getting heavier slightly, things only he would notice

youre more reserved, but when you two have conversations he feels like heaven, your voice makes him smile and he could listen to you for days, of course he would never say that

is always complaining about how you should open up to him more, craves your ungiven thoughts alot

overall he will tease you and love you, a very protective and arrogant man who puts some of it to rest for you, but may seema little pushy

"Darling, your voice is like honey, if I could choke on it I'd want to, why don't you say a little more?"

//

Harry Warden

im sure being on the run from everyone in town doesnt help, but the moment he lays his eyes on you, the first human contact hes had in a while, hes enveloped

youre quiet, not like most people who come in search of him, you are minding your own business, not invading his, and he finds it odd, yet gratefully accepts it

the respectful nature you preserve vs the rowdy teenagers he gets makes him take a liking to you, beginning to follow you around through town to see you more often

of course he cant do it all the time, due to him being harry warden, but he tries to pick up on your favorite things & your routines; flowers, chocolates, what time you go to bed

will he sneak into your house to protect you? maybe

for the greater good

one night you were forced into the mines with your friends, who were already drunk, leaving you the only one slightly tipsy, sitting in an abandoned mineshaft where a killer is rumored to live

you are freaked out

the longer you stay, you cant help but get the feeling you have eyes on you, no matter whee you look you cant see anything, but you know theyre there

that is, until you feel a hand grasp your shoulder firmly, and what feels like a gloved hand only adds to your heightened fear

"Don't scream, I needed to see you."

what a way with words hm

again, he hasnt had human contact in a bit, so he holds you a lot in your first encounters

after you in fact did not scream, but just gave him a silent horrified look, he sighed out in relief and admired you up close

"Just as gorgeous as I observed."

give him a bit with compliments, his ways are outfashioned and a little rusty

he likes your silence, he thinks its interesting how someone, after finding the infamous warden, could be so reserved while enjoying his company, but he doesnt question it, after all these years hes happy with company

he may talk to you a bit, easily filling in the silence with his spoken thoughts, or he would be happy with the comfortable silence, rather taking you out and shoeing you places you mayve never seen than talk

he knows his way around town, as well as the mines, so he takes you on *safe* tours, hes too afraid to get you injured and have you leaving

gift making & giving is like arts and crafts for him, give him a day and hell have a cardboard heart with flowers in it, pray it wont be a real heart and the day goes by faster

hes very crafty, so if you make him things hes destined to keep it, silently excited under his mask

he loves you all the same, thinks your deeper than what you give out and he wants to spend time picking away at it, how sweet

"You made this for me? It looks exquisite."

//

Candyman

he is one to lavish in your nature, thinking of how you shy away from him and your keen eye to things is intriguing and smart

he pays close attention to your behavior around others, picking up on what your boundaries may be and seeing the way you perform in your life

he decides to introduce himself into your life slowly, yet easily, appearing in places you frequent, putting on his kind and calm demeanor

he gives you sweet waves and nods, trying to pry you open more and more, until you two are acquaintances, and then as more time passes he becomes a part of your life

he knows how fragile relationships can be, so he takes his time with revealing his identity, trying not to scare off the hard work hes already done

he takes your feelings and emotions into account, if youre getting overwhelmed he follows what youd say to do, and will make a mental note of it

if you want a private date, hes all for it, he may even prefer it since you two will get more out if it

he loves to bring out an outgoing side of the two of you at times, its a nice wave of newness that maybe you both needed

he loves you for you, and hes grateful you love him for him 🫶

"My Dearest Love, your silence is compassionate. Your thoughts, while guarded, serenade me."

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literally so late with this one but i hope u like it!! i had sm fun eith it

requests are open, masterlist is up!!

[princeson]

I'm pretty sure I exhausted every ounce of motivation I had for drawing on that piece I did for serizawa's birthday and am currently still recovering, and unfortunately ran outta time before I could end up drawing any requests or ideas I had for this Dimple Friday. (I almost didn't get to post anything in time before Friday ended, lmao. I still had 30 minutes to spare, luckily-- phew!)

Now witness here folks... the by-product of artist fatigue!

Dimple Friday #14

[spacedoutman]

【𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤】

(𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭)

Description: They called themselves Kiss, deciding the moment they joined, they'd kiss everything goodbye in exchange for going out in a blaze of glory. But is it really worth it? Is anything really worth it?

(Heavily inspired off the Dillinger gang + Pretty boy Floyd.)

♥ X

Note: I wrote this at 1:42 a.m and finished it at 2:20 am. I am running on no sleep for the past few days. It's canon, Peter Criss wears a stetson and dresses like walking dollar bills. Ace has had about thirty death scares and looks like a farmer (Reference: Homer van Meter) , Paul has been arrested twice and Gene had an edgy phase a little too early.

(I have so much lore for this | Art is Gerda Wegener, Queen of Hearts)

Warnings: Violence

!𝐚𝐨𝟑

Cackling and gunshots made for a terrible chorus—oh, and screaming. There was a hell of a lot of that. Ace’s legs shook as he sent a fury of bullets into the crowd after the pure gold chandelier. His heart jumped like he’d been shocked. His shoulder threatened to fly out of socket as his Tommy gun kicked like a mule. The light was so bright it burnt.

He stumbled back into Paul, who gripped his colt, jerking it to any unfortunate soul in the crowd who dared to twitch. His eyes rested ungodly wide. He breathed shakily, Ace pulling him a bit as he fell.

“You gonna’ give us what we want?” Gene snapped to a low growl as he let the rough sack sink over his shoulder.

The bank teller’s eyes widened. More people dropped. He stumbled back, slamming against the larger-than-life safe. Crystals glimmered in the sunlight as they dropped off the chandelier like rain. Ace jumped to catch as many as he could. “Ace, you’re supposed to be watching!” Paul hissed, pushing Ace off. Ace wobbled back, giggling as Gene kicked open the golden gate, storming around the counter.

He pressed his fingers into the teller’s face, pulling him over hard. He made it look easy. He glared at him through a wicked gaze. The man’s chest caved with every shallow breath he took. Gene grinned as he watched the cold sweat pour down his face. “What’s your name?” Gene taunted slyly, caressing his cheek.

Paul gulped. Hard. Ace shoved him away. “Back off.” Ace groaned, more bored than anything. He combed a hand through his messy hair. The teller’s eyes darted to the rest of the staff, who cowered against the sparkling fence separating them from the rest of the lobby. Paul rushed in, his heels clicking and reflection racing across the blue marble tiles.

Gene could hear Paul’s heart thudding through his ribs. Paul leaned to the counter, snatching everything that even looked valuable. His head was about to burst.--oh. He also grabbed the shotgun. “You know what?” Gene reached in his pocket with his spare hand. “I like that. What’s the code?” The teller shook his head rapidly.

“It’s a time lock!” He shrunk as far down as Gene would let him.

Gene looked down from a lifted chin. A smirk spread on his lips. “Is it?” Amusement drenched his voice. “You’ the manager?”

Paul raced out, slamming the gate behind him. His hat threatened to fly off. “I like those pearls.” Ace said childishly, holding out his open hand. Large, gaudy pearls hung around a lady’s neck. She reached back with trembling hands, barely able to hold herself up as her legs turned to jello. The man beside her held himself. A tight scowl landed straight on his face. “—Oh, and I’ll take your rings.”

“Paul, is anyone outside?” Gene’s shouts echoed through the massive bank.

Paul hopped over the sprawled out bodyguard and the pool of red. He raced to the window, sliding the dramatic gilded-maroon curtains out of the way. A crowd started to gather and no one in it looked particularly happy. Paul jerked to face Gene, who leaned closer to the teller, flicking his tongue like a snake. Ace climbed onto a desk, swinging his legs to and fro like a kid.

“Peter, work your magic.” Paul huffed, barely able to even chase his breath even though the smell of fine perfume was appetizing.

Papers flew off along with a jar as Paul caught himself on another desk. Ink splashed. He held his machine gun tight, crouching behind it and gulping down his thudding heart. His ribs were too tight for it to go down. Ace’s laughter boomed louder than any explosion. Gene smirked, backing out with the teller. He took him by the hair and turned him around to face the vault. The teller gasped.

Peter Criss straightened his silk tie. His face was straighter. He wore a dull look as he slid his sleek black bag off his shoulders, kneeling in front of the safe. The teller gulped down vomit. “Come on out, girls.” Gene cooed, glancing at the all male staff, who could win a record for how fast they did what they were told.

Peter grabbed his bag and walked out, dusting his hands like he wasn’t robbing a bank. Ace curled up on the desk, chest burning from laughter. He forced out little sob-wheezes and clutched his bowler hat tight to his head. Paul dropped his gun, throwing his hands over his ears. Gene dropped the teller, doing the same and crouching away.

BANG!

Ace screamed and giggled as his heart picked up pace. The adrenaline pumping through their veins numbed them, just like the intense, grating ringing. Gene swept his bag off the floor, blowing a kiss to the teller, who hugged himself tight as possible. Gene backwards jogged, tipping his hat before spinning around and speeding in.

The safe door creaked before—CRASHHH!!! It fell like a boulder, denting the floor. Peter ran over with a couple bags.

“Watch them, Ace!” Paul cried, holding back panic as he rushed for it.

Gene held his jaw from dropping. He had never seen anything like it for the third time. Peter’s bags were already almost full. Paul stumbled and fell. It was like being a pirate and stumbling on millions of years of treasure. Cash was stacked to heaven—aka, the roof of the shiny, dark grey safe. Gene clutched his chest as his heart leapt over a beat so hard it hurt.

“Get packing!” Paul cried, his voice breaking a bit.

Gene knelt. Ace slung himself up. “Alright, the lot of you..” He purred all flirty, resting his finger on his lower lip. “Whose ready to play a game of.. drop or get shot?” The thirty or so people hit the ground. Ace cackled, lifting his gun from beside him like it was his baby. A man stood up. He opened his mouth. Ace narrowed his eyes. A tight, long smile crept across his lips.

“You don’t want to play?”

Ace made a circle around the end before running his finger down the barrel. He watched like he was thinking over something. He couldn’t be more wrong. He looked back at the man, his hands shaking as adrenaline pumped. The man’s eyes were shut tight and his face contorted in fear. His arms were glued to his sides. He could hardly stand.

Ace was bordering euphoric.

He aimed the thing. The man’s eyes shot open as he tried to choke up anything before—

-he toppled like a domino. Gunshots exploded. A blood-curdling scream burst from Ace as he joined him, his neck almost snapping as he somersaulted over the desk, crashing into the floor hard enough to shatter every bone in his body. Paul whipped around. Gene joined him. Paul glanced before turning right back to look.

“T-The.. the fuck?” Peter stammered.

He could barely be heard over shots which fired like whole ass explosions. Their ears all rang like hell. Peter clenched the bag, freezing for a split second then hitting the ground. Paul’s rasping breaths quickened. His chest clutched his lungs as his whole body curled in on itself. He shut his eyes as tight as possible, screaming in horror. Gene’s breath fled.

He sobered like a drunk man as his eyes tried to dart from each row of fire. The curtains fell like feathers. Zipping ripped through the air along with a sharp stench as bullets smashed into and bounced off the walls, gates and even a couple people. A vacant look landed on Gene’s face as dizziness hit him.

“.. F-Faster!” He faltered, grabbing Peter’s shoulder and shaking him quickly. “Oh god, what the hell are we gonna’ do?!”

Peter yanked himself up. “Peter, Peter.. no..” Paul whispered through his clenching throat, Gene shaking him harder. Peter fell in on himself. Memories raced through his head. Paul just knew Peter was going to get up. “It’s a death run!” Each word flew through one ear and out the other. Peter grabbed his gun tight, standing up and racing straight into the fire.

Gene fell back against the counter. Paul did too. Shouting blared. Ace’s scratchy, guttural wails echoed like they were in a cathedral. Sirens made for a nice instrumental. Shock and horror melted off his voice. Paul exploded into terrified sobs. Gene’s head fell. He shut his eyes tight as possible. Peter shouted taunts and curses in a furious storm, racing from window to window and firing.

Gene’s lids were dyed red. His heart not only dropped into his stomach but hit every bump and ridge on the way. His legs grew weak. His gun slid from his hand.

Heat layered in the already burning room. Sparks hissed like a yard of angry cats. A firework flew in.

Maybe being in it to die wasn’t so worth it now.

[adhdvsautismbracket]

ADHD/Autism Duos: Round 1, Side A

Matchup 16:

[tippilo]

#Underratedfanficfriday! Continuing on our veela 🪽 month, it wouldn't be complete if I didn't include a tomione. Of course, I write Tomione though I read mostly Dramione.

Anyways, We have A Nose that can See by @colubrina. This is a quirky veela Tom Riddle fic that is nothing short of absurd. Tom stays true to character, Hermione turns... well... corrupt. And they're relationship becomes sort of well... quirky. This isn't your typical veela fic by any means, but it is certainly an entertaining and rather amusing one!

Read on AO3 HERE

Read on FFN HERE

XOXO - Tipp