#( does he pass the vibe check )

[is-not-a-bell]

Ghost blobs lead someone to Danny (Part 2)

When Tim entered the Batcave in the morning he didn't know what to expect. Alfred had mentioned that Bruce barely left the cave after coming home later than everyone else. But weirdly he didn't sound upset about it.

He wasn't expecting a loud chirp. Was this a weird new security measure? A prank? A flash of green above him flew away toward the batcomputer. He quickly ran over calling out. "Bruce?"

Tim stared at the bat computer. Bruce was working on... something but what the heck were the green blobs floating around him. Were they humming? "Hey Bruce? Are you aware of the blobs?" "Yes, they came with a victim I found last night." "Last night? They're here?" "Due to their appearance and the nature of their injuries. I assumed it would be safest to treat him here."

Tim looked at the monitor containing a report on the victim. Found in an abandoned warehouse with severe injuries along with 'blob ghosts' and the victim claiming to be a ghost. The victim or Danny didn't have any vital signs but was still conscious.

Danny's claim of being bad at being a ghost was explained when the boy transformed into a living breathing human with vital signs. Sewing the wounds were difficult because not five minutes later the stitches were dissolved. Not even the sutures meant for Superman lasted. That's when the blob ghosts did something to the sutures. They gave off a faint green glow, but they didn't dissolve like the rest of the stitches so they had to resolve to using them for the rest of the injuries.

Last part of the report was far more clinical then the rest. Which was cataloging the injuries. At first it was thought to be from an autoposy, but... There are clear signs of struggle, Danny was obviously strapped down with something that had burned his skin. He was vivisected.

Tim stopped reading it and looked away, some of the blobs turned their attention to him. The humming was louder now, it was rather soothing to hear. One floated closer to Him. He cautiously reached out to it and brushed it gently on its head.

The blob liked it apparently and leaned into his hand. The others seemed to take this as an invitation and swarmed Tim. "Uh Bruce!" "Oh that's normal. They'll calm down... eventually." The man spoke matter of factly and he could just barely see a smile creeping on to the man's face.

Traitor

A few of the blobs were grabbing his sleeve and tugging. They barely had any strength. If this was how much they bite, Tim could see why Bruce allowed the creatures into the cave. And it seemed they were leading him somewhere. Just like in Bruce's report, Tim glanced at the man once before following the ghost blobs.

They arrived in the medbay, where Danny was left in one of the more private rooms meant for long term recovery. Tim heard the same chirp from before. But this time there was a responding one. So it was a sort of alarm then, one to warn of an intruder and the responding one must be to say he wasn't a threat.

The new blobs greeted him like the ones before. But they did get out of his face to let him see Danny. The boy was incredibly pale and still. Tim thought he could be dead if it wasn't for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

His heart rate did not improve much and his body temp was still worryingly low. Tim hoped that it was normal for Danny. Tim was hoping to get some case work done before going to his office, but the blobs seemed content to have Tim there. Tim does have a laptop, so he could call Tam saying he's taking slow day. It would probably be for the best if someone was with Danny when he wakes up.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #Tim passed the vibe check #So he gets to meet their boy #Tim is wondering if Danny has blue eyes because if he does Bruce is never going to hear the end of it #Tim doesn't get much work done because the blobs are like cats that walk in front of you screen

[monoshii-wasu]

"Now, isn't this an interesting development?"

#da boss man #lets goooo #my dear hatchet man #mdhm #my dear hatchet man boss #cryptid road sign #mdhm boss #does he pass the smexi-ness vibe check? #he looks angry #wonder who pissed him off?

[thatonebipotato]

duke yells "VIBE CHECK" then flashbangs his opponent(s)

#duke thomas #there is no passing the vibe check #if you get blinded he'll sweep out your legs and if you dont he kicks you in the ribs #its almost always a winning move but he only does it when itll be funniest

[satansleftnutcheek]

Think my favorite thing about going on drives with my dad is the comments he’ll make about the music I play for us. So far he’s said that:

“[Alpharad] sounds like he cries into his cereal every morning”

“[Ado] sounds like Asian Beyoncé”

He compared Lovejoy to a band he likes. I have since forgotten the name of this band, but I think this is the best comment any band/singer can get from him

The only comment James Marriott received was “He doesn’t open letters 🥸🎉” but he was messing with me that morning so I don’t know if that one counts

#rip Alpharad though dude was just minding his buisness and my dad obliterated him at like 7 in the morning #he only knows Alpharad from ace of hearts so hearing Alpharad be described as melancholic sounding confused the shit out of me #I did not have enough caffeine to process that comment but it sure hasn’t left my brain #James marriott is safe from a real comment until I get the speakers again #he never skips any of these bands/singers though so he does enjoy them #it’s just dad vibe checks I suppose #they all pass but he has to make a comment before the vibe check is complete #James Marriott #Alpharad #ace of hearts #lovejoy #ado #I’m still thinking about ado being Asian Beyoncé though #like what does that mean

[spontaneousglitterbees]

WIP of a comic, but I overwrought this panel by lots and I think it’s kind of just a painting now.

woe, hydraulic angst be upon ye

#danganronpa v3 spoilers #drv3 spoilers #drv3 #kokichi ouma #oma kokichi #drv3 chapter 5 spoilers #danganronpa spoilers #danganronpa #dr #dr arts #glittersart #part 5: the part where he kills you (this is that part) #i read some good fic and have hangar scene brainrot tbh #this comic was based on a really stupid joke and now this is my favorite thing i have drawn in a long time wtf #hey hi hello why does drawing this chaos gremlin unlock the latent creativity i have wanted to tap into for years #by being a very VERY specific kind of Guy i expected to hate and then the vibe check passed with flying colors actually #sometimes you find a favorite and rotate them in your mind but sometimes you want to dissect them just to see how they tick #.png #cw blood #cw death #implied but nevertheless #i do not know why the editor does not give me a community label option ? but #comics #WIP #glitz dr comics

[ikkaku-of-heart]

@pxison asked Darter: (here comes Niji to mess with Darter a lil) - "So." Already, the prince alters his voice a bit to sound all too similarly to the man whose hair mirrored his own. Why? To start shit of course! "What kind of stupid moniker is 'Middle Toe Murderer' anyways?" Unprompted

If there was one thing Darter hated, it was copycats. He'd spent years having to hide his true self, conforming in the daylight to society's standards and playing a part. Becoming the Middle Toe Murderer was the only way he'd felt like he'd been able to stand out. To have his own identity. To be unique. Oh, he'd had a copycat or two during his serial killer days, and it had never failed to make his blood boil. He'd always made sure to hunt down those impersonators quickly and handle them viscerally. Darter had refused to lose the one thing he had that let him stand out. The Middle Toe Murderer moniker might have sounded silly, but removing the middle toe of his victims made him stand out. Made him feel noticed and alive.

Ironically, he was pretty sure it was the only thing that kept him anything close to sane.

Only when he'd joined the Heart Pirates, where he'd been able to be authentic and himself and still be accepted; had been able to be happy. True, he'd had to wear a uniform exactly like most of the rest of the crew, but he'd still been able to stand out with his hair, his smile, his skills, and his personality.

So it instantly grated on him when the Germa 66, who already had the same hairstyle as him, came over and copied his voice. Insulted his moniker. Of course, as a Northerner, Darter already was prone to disliking the Germa Kingdom and Germa 66 on principle, but this one? Ohhhh Vinsmoke Niji had just managed to make the trademark friendly smile actually drop from his face.

"A name I earned by removing the middle toe of my victims. What kind of name is 'Electric Shock Blue'?" Darter shot back, gritting his teeth. "It sounds like a crayon name. Is that how you got it? Judge just picked it out of a box of school supplies? And isn't your brother 'Sparking Red'? Makes sense for the second-born to have a second-best, copycat name." Was he being petty? Hell yes, but he didn't care in the slightest. It was either that or attempting to add the second prince to his kill count. That, and it helped him ignore just how unnerving the impersonation of his voice really was.

Glaring at Niji's hair for a moment, he added, "Just like your pompadour's a second-best version of mine, 'Doppelganger Blue'."

#pxison #The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon) #Smiling Murderer (Darter) #Blue Lightning (Niji) #Join the Hearts: We Have Uniforms #Royal Pains (Germa 66) #(the fact that Niji is worse than an actual serial killer is a feat in itself) #(and you managed to make him stop SMILING and drop the charming act!) #(Darter vc: this asshole does not pass the vibe check) #(also he demanded that I pull out the banner I'd had made for him out for this lol)

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Due to the stealing of the tablet you got to go straight to Highland so you can go get ingo to beat the girls up

hdkhskgjhsjh little did the miss fortunes know, the clans ALSO have a trump card. it's the very polite man irida and sneasler won't let go of (coin would probably recognize him? possibly? and she's like oh No Way is this guy going to beat us. and then he does.)

this is also just reminding me, again, how goofy it is that calaba apparently has No Problems with ingo being A Warden. she's so angry about the THOUGHT of sharing her culture with ANYONE. except this guy, apparently

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #anonymous #card fortune #im getting off topic but. i wonder if calaba considers ingo Basically Pearl Clan because of the anmesia thing? #like he's not rrreally an outsider bc the clan is all he remembers?? #or did he do something to get her respect like the protag does. #or does he just arbitrarily pass her grumpy old woman vibe check and she refuses to explain why

[topflights]

got a specific soft spot for wrestlers that seem like theyd be good company to take to waho at 3 am. if you give me the vibe that youd be down to sit in a strangely lit little building eating waffles and hashbrowns while the rest of the world is asleep then i’ll give you my unwavering support in your endeavors 

#ftr are like. top of my list for waho dates #they simply have the vibe i need. fun loving and a good time but also good with being chill #would be cool with a long winded deep talk abt life but also would consider doing some dumb shit just bc its late andit sounds fun #hangman too. also cm punk could be fun but i feel like itd depend on the day for him #hangman has the good energy of a softie thats there to support u through thick n thin #and hed b there to talk u through ur issues but also he would notice if ur getting TOO down abt it and would #totally step in and do smthn ridiculous to make u feel better. which is what u need for Those Nights #i would not take the bucks to waffle house. no i cannot explain why #and no that does not mean i hate the bucks there is simply a vibe check that must be passed #the lads as a whole would be GREAT theyd b so fun

[eightfourone]

of course the straight guy porn enjoyer also uses top/bottom memes

#not intermittent fasting too... #and who doesn't know boba tea........................ #he does not pass the vibe check

[huggybug]

omg my dad used to call me monkey 😭

WHAT THE HECK i want to return my dad he didn’t give me any fun nicknames, only variations of my name😔😔

#he didn’t pass the vibe check tbh #but your dad does #monkey is freaking adorable #answered!

[warwickroyals]

#warwick.polls #this is intentionally vague #does he pass the vibe check basically

[silentartist137]

You might have more luck if you're not a cat.

#you can do better #Raze does not pass the vibe check #he gives off vaguely homophobic energy anyway #ask my OCs #my art #my OCs #Raze Abraxas #Abraxas #silentartist137 #artists on tumblr

[drawnecromancy]

Hmm Atropa being the character we follow and know the thoughts of (despite using 3rd person narration, the narrator is either not omniscient or chooses to Not Say Shit about what's going in other people's brains, and i forget what that's called ok) is not a bad thing but this means I have to be careful not to jump in Hélianthe's brain sometimes. And thus have her... make suppositions of what he's thinking, i guess.

#'he seems nervous. wonder why' is going to be a recurring segment apparently #which. he is that's not the question ! it's just hmm #i guess eventually i will show that they've gotten closer because she might be able to guess more accurately #vs not really giving a fuck what he's worried about in the beginning #if that makes any sense ? #i might need to check what my outline was again #also i'm thinking of a scene - about how Hélianthe is still acting like a spoiled child regarding some specific bits - and hm. #i'm not #actually fully certain of where to place it. #but ok who gives a shit right now #Hélianthe is here to groan that I Don't Like The Vibes Of That Duke #(says a man whose vibes are also clearly Off to anyone in Eshda who looks at him) #(before they get used to it) #like he is trying to pass off as human so he's going to need More Blood Than Normal for that to... work i guess ? #it's like. ok so. #i think my problem here lies in worldbuilding and how vampires work #that's it. that's. that's the problem hahaha #1. they drink blood to live 2. they're cold 3. there is something visible that can make humans go 'hm. something is Wrong here' but WHAT #(follow up : how does it relate to blood consumption and hiding in plain sight) #things to think about #pondering. #ok let's go write that first draft now #ideally i'd enjoy being on page 40 before the end of the weekend which means that i'd enjoy doing that this afternoon bc #i'll be at a friends' house this weekend LOL i won't be writing much #hélianthe et atropa

[erabundus]

@momijiba &&. said... vibe check *bites you*

a  sharp  (  useless  )  inhale.  it's  no  real  secret  ren  has  a  most  peculiar  interest  in  biting  —  certainly  the  number  of  times  he's  sunk  his  own  teeth  into  kazuha's  neck,  shoulder,  legs  is  testament  to  such.  it's  about  the  act  of  leaving  a  mark,  a  reminder  of  HIMSELF  painted  so  beautifully  across  the  skin  of  his  other  half.  something  the  human  can  look  to  and  think  of  him  —  something  others  can  gaze  upon  and  know  he  was  there.  it's  a  shame  his  creator  saw  fit  to  CURSE  HIM  with  a  body  that  repairs  damage  almost  as  quickly  as  it  takes  him  to  receive  it.  he's  fantasized  about  the  idea  of  allowing  kazuha  to  press  a  collar  into  his  neck  with  lips  and  teeth  more  times  than  he  cares  to  remember  —  though  ultimately,  it's  nothing  more  than  that.  a  FANTASY.

however,  there  are  still  some  benefits  to  being  trapped  in  this  miserable  cage  of  a  body.  (  benefits  that  extend  beyond  mere  efficiency  in  battle.  )  the  markings  that  twist  around  his  entire  body,  for  instance.  the  remnants  of  his  faded  joints.  the  ley  lines  through  which  life  and  energy  flow. befitting their anatomical importance, they are also incredibly sensitive to touch.

...  and  kazuha,  in  his  endless  efforts  to  fray  the  wanderer's  very  last  nerve,  has  apparently  decided  to  unceremoniously  sink  his  teeth  into  the  mark  at  his  hip.  (  is  he  TRYING  to  kill  him?  )

it's  a  good  thing  the  human  has  a  very  convenient  ponytail  to  pull  on,  because  ren's  hand  is  quick  to  reach  for  it  —  the  other  CLAMPING  over  his  mouth  lest  any  sounds  of  a  more  indecent  variety  try  to  escape  him.  he's  shaking,  not  from  pain  or  fear  or  anything  of  the  sort.  rather,  it  feels  as  if  every  nerve  in  his  body  is  buzzing  with  a  particular  kind  of  electricity  —  though  even  wielding  electro  itself  never  felt  anything  like  this.      ❝  i ...  kazuha  —  you ...  ❞      words  spill  from  behind  his  hand,  muffled  and  borderline  incoherent.  ren's  grip  tightens  on  the  ronin's  hair.  he  pulls,  as  if  he  means  to  dislodge  him  —  yet  the  effort  is  far  too  weak  and  unenthusiastic  to  be  anything  more  than  a  (  feeble  )  charade  to  save  face.  the  vividity  to  which  that  telltale  cherry  blossom  pink  colors  his  skin  is  a  more  effective  indicator  of  the  wanderer's  true  FEELINGS  than  anything.  it's  just  a  bite.  it's  just  a  bite.  but  why  did  he  have  to  pick  there,  of  all  places?  and  he  has  the  nerve  to  label  ren  a  brat ...

❝  i'm  not  a  chew  toy.  ❞      he  finally  manages  to  hiss  out,  in  a  moment  of  sheer  hypocrisy.      ❝  keep  it  up ...  keep  it  up  and  you're  going  to  have  to  take  RESPONSIBILITY  for  whatever  happens  next.  ❞

#momijiba #suggestive tw #( let the records show i asked milla where he bit him & they chose his hip tattoo ) #( does he pass the vibe check )

[charliemwrites]

Part 4

Mister(s) Steal Your Girl is, somehow, now the official title. Congratulations you little shits (affectionate).

Content: Toxic Behavior, Brief Weight Shaming, Hurt/Comfort

You didn’t expect to see Johnny much after that one night - or possibly ever again. Kyle introduced you two, it was a lot of fun, but you figure that’ll be the end of it. Like introducing a new man to your girlfriends (not that you can really introduce Kyle to yours) you passed the vibe check and now Kyle will keep you and Johnny separate.

That’s how it’s been with Brandon’s friends. (Granted, you don’t really care for Brandon’s friends. And you figure it’s mutual based on the “uptight” comments they pretended to think you couldn’t hear.)

You’re starting to realize that Kyle is always going to subvert your expectations.

Johnny becomes a fixture - a welcome one. While you and Kyle still have your date nights and privacy, Johnny joins you two at least once a week for movies, drinks, dinner, or just silly adventures out and about.

You’re surprised that you don’t mind. Johnny is fantastic company, always respectful, funny, and friendly. Whenever the two of you are left alone, there’s no dead air. In fact, sometimes you could almost swear there’s electricity. Which is… well. It makes it hard to look him in the eye sometimes - and looking at Kyle even harder.

Guilt nips at your stomach until one of them distracts you with another story you’re 70% sure they shouldn’t tell you.

You and Johnny play a game with pub napkins, doodling something on one folded half, then passing it over for the other to scribble on the second half. The trick is not cheating and seeing the first half, then unfolding it to a complete (and usually silly) picture. Gaz always gets to name whatever monstrosity has been created.

You get a month of that good company. Then Kyle sighs at his phone one night.

“Shipping out again,” he explains when you glance at him.

“Will you be gone long?” you ask, shifting.

His brow furrows. “Not sure. They can’t tell us much over the phone.”

You hum in understanding. Still new to this whole military thing, the redacted danger of it all, but you think you’re getting the hang of it. At least, Kyle never seems annoyed when he can’t answer you, only apologetic.

“Is it gonna be the whole team?” you ask.

“Nah, just me and the cap.” He rubs his palm along your calf, a gesture that you suspect is self-soothing rather than for your benefit. “Probably not too dangerous, then.”

You make a noise of protest, nudging at his thigh with your foot. “Bad luck!”

“Sorry, sorry!” he chuckles, tapping his knuckles on the wooden end table. “You’re right.”

You crawl from your side of the couch to his, nuzzling up under his arm. He trails kisses along the side of your face as you snuggle in.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble into his neck. Still a little embarrassed to be so needy, but you want him to feel appreciated.

“I’ll miss you too, chickadee. I’ll call if I can, yeah?”

You hum in agreement, squeezing an arm around his middle.

“While I’m gone, if you need anything - even some company - you ought to call Soap,” he adds.

The idea is tempting but… “I don’t want to bother him.”

“I promise you won’t,” he laughs. You don’t know what’s so funny, but hearing his voice rumble in his chest like this is always a treat.

“Maybe,” you allow.

“We’ll take it.” Before you can ask what that means, he loops an arm around your waist and scoops you into his lap. “Now then, about my send off.”

Your giggle turns into a moan as his mouth slants over yours.

Kyle’s only been gone three days. You’ve occupied yourself with cleaning up the flat you share with Brandon. Dust has been collecting since you’ve been out and about so much - and god knows Brandon hardly does more than load the dishwasher. Besides, a good bit of spring cleaning is a pleasant enough distraction, humming as you toss out old things to make more room for the new stuff you’ve been collecting.

“Good to see you getting back to normal,” Brandon says cheerfully. You glance up from the laundry you’re folding. He continues, “I was worried with how behind you got on things, but I knew you just needed some time. I told you this would be better for us both.”

You try not to let that sting. Even if things are better now, and continuing to get better, you can’t forget the pain that lingers from the beginning.

“Tell you what,” he adds, hands in his pockets. “When you finish cleaning up, I’ll take you out to the pub, yeah? Put on something pretty.”

You perk up, pleasantly surprised, though hesitant.

“We could leave earlier if you helped,” you point out, hoping for more than just dinner. “Maybe we could walk in the park or something before eating.”

He gives you a weak smile. One you recognize more than his real one by now. It’s almost apologetic, but not quite.

“I would but I’m bloody exhausted from this week, ya know? Big projects coming up at work.”

Your smile freezes. “And some late nights, I’m sure,” you try to joke.

He doesn’t laugh like you expect, but gives you an odd look. “Why would you say something like that?”

Baffled, you shrug. He shakes his head.

“I’m going to take a nap, come wake me up when you’re ready to go.”

You manage to finish the majority of your to-do list by 5. Shower, get dressed, do your hair and makeup with Brandon snoring in the background until 6. By then, he still hasn’t woken up from his nap, so you perch on the edge of the bed and gently nudge at him until he stirs.

“I’m ready to go, babe,” you murmur.

He scrunches up his face - you spare an affectionate thought for how cute it is. You’ve always found it cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles.

You laugh a little. “It’s getting late, we should probably head out.”

He groans. “Five. Minutes.”

You huff in amusement and reach for his phone to set an alarm, but pause at all the notifications from dating apps crowding his screen. There are… a lot. And as you’re looking, a new message pops up, just labeled “blonde” with a peach emoji. Gross.

You set the alarm and slip away to the living room.

It takes him another half hour to finally rouse, shuffling into the living room with a groan.

“C’mon,” he yawns. “It’s going to be bloody crowded by now.”

You follow him quietly to the car, knowing he’s not chatty when he’s just woken up. Hunger only adds to his mood; you can practically see a cloud forming over his head. By the time he pulls up to the pub, he’s downright grumpy. He grumbles about shit parking, and the milling people outside. It looks busy.

“We could go somewhere else?” you suggest.

“This is fine,” he says.

He parks a block away and starts at a swift pace. You try to hold his hand, but halfway there, he pulls away to check his phone and doesn’t take it again.

Surprisingly, it’s only a twenty minute wait for a table - but Brandon sneers something like “of course it is” under his breath. You smile apologetically at the hostess and usher him away.

He doesn’t talk during the wait, at first. Until suddenly he blurts. “We wouldn’t have to wait if you’d woken me up.”

You blink at him. “I did. You asked for five more minutes.”

“Well, why didn’t you wake me up then?”

“I set an alarm?”

You don’t know why he’s so irritated, just that he seems tired and hungry.

“You know I don’t listen to alarms,” he complains, scowling at the sidewalk.

“Okay… I’ll wake you up next time,” you offer.

“Yeah, next time.”

Thankfully, the two of you are called a little early. The pub is indeed loud and crowded, and you’re definitely overdressed. But at least you know what you want - Brandon’s taken you here a million times before.

Wisely, you wait until he’s downed the texmex rolls before trying for conversation again. He hums along as you talk about work, about the books you’ve been reading, about the new movie you saw last week. You think it’s going pretty well, catching up on each other’s lives, when he interrupts you mid-sentence.

“Where was this?”

You frown. “At the grocery store…?”

“You’re still on that? Thought we moved on from that story.”

You don’t bother finishing it, just ask him about his work. It’s like pulling teeth. A lot of “good” and “busy” and “same as usual.” By the time your entree comes, you’ve given up, not sure if you want to cry or just walk away to see if he even notices. He keeps checking his phone. Your fingers twitch to text Kyle, but you don’t want to bother him while he’s working.

The end of dinner can’t come sooner. You decline dessert when the server asks.

“Probably for the better,” Brandon tells you lowly when they’re gone to get the check. “I think you’ve put on a bit of weight. You know how you get.”

You probably have - Kyle has a sweet tooth and practically begs you to split desserts with him. Johnny’s shares his food with you now too, grinning when you express approval for whatever high-protein dish he’s picked and shoving more at you.

As for “how you get”… Brandon’s mentioned in the past when you were heavier that you get mopey, aren’t much fun to be around.

(A small part of you wonders how that would even effect him at this point. He doesn’t spend enough time around you to notice if you’re mopey. Is that why tonight has been such a disaster…?)

You just collect your purse and lead the way out of the pub. It’s a quiet walk back to the car, even though Brandon seems to be in a better mood. He’s still texting, nearly bumps into an elderly couple along the way.

Back at the apartment, he runs his hand down your side, tugs at the lace hem of your shirt.

“Careful,” you chide.

He sucks his teeth and drops his hand. “I’m just trying to be playful.”

“I know, but I like this shirt.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’ve got three just like it.”

You don’t answer, know it’ll lead to more useless bickering. Just tug the stupid thing over your head, ready to go to bed.

“Hey now, that’s more like it,” he drawls, fingertips running down your spine.

You jump, surprised, but play it off that his hands are cold. He makes some crass comment about warming them up, reaching for your breasts, and your stomach churns.

“I-I think I ate something bad,” you lie, all but sprinting for the bathroom.

You close the door behind you - but don’t lock it. Just sit on the floor, the wall cold against your back, while you try to breathe through your spinning, conflicting thoughts.

He’s finally giving you attention, affection. Why aren’t you jumping at this opportunity to spend time with him? Not long ago, you would have been weeping with joy to have an iota of your normal relationship back. Maybe you really did eat something bad.

“Hey,” Brandon calls through the door, “I’m gonna stay somewhere else tonight.”

You stare at the blank white wood, aghast. “But I’m sick.”

“It’s not like I can do much, is there? Except listen to you be sick all night,” he reasons. “And who knows. Maybe it wasn’t something you ate. Maybe it’s contagious. I don’t want to spend the weekend ill.”

Your eyes burn. He didn’t even open the door to check. “Yeah,” you agree, voice robotic, “you’re right.”

Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door close. That almost, almost does you in. You manage to keep your lackluster dinner down, but not the tears.

You let yourself be pathetic for a few minutes, crying into your arms, folded over your knees. When you finally manage to get yourself together, it’s not Brandon you ache for. It’s Kyle. It’s not possible, you know. You just don’t want to be alone even though the nausea is dissipating.

Sighing, you remove your ruined makeup and wash your face, climb into one of Kyle’s jumpers. At least it still smells like him. It’s only as you’re trying to decide on a comfort show, huddled into a ball on the couch, that you remember his advice.

It takes all of fifteen seconds of debate before you scramble for your phone.

I know it’s late, but are you free, you text Johnny.

A response comes almost immediately.

Always for you, lass. You bite your lip on a tiny smile, already feeling better. Your phone buzzes again. What’s up?

Your thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment as you figure out what to ask - then how to ask it.

Would you want to come to mine for movies? I don’t feel good…

He answers instantly again. Ice cream not-good or Theraflu not-good?

You sniffle when you remember that being sick was a dealbreaker for your night with Brandon.

Ice cream not-good, you reply.

Say no more, hen. Be there in fifteen. Pick a good one.

You watch TikTok’s until there’s a knock at the door. Upon answering, you’re swept up in a bear hug that lifts you off your socked feet.

“Johnny!” you cry, laughing a bit in shock.

“There she is!” he crows, swinging you around. “Been missin’ my best girl!”

You tell yourself the thrill in your stomach is just from him setting you down. (It’s a harder sell when it happens again seeing his wide smile and warm blue eyes.)

“You're ridiculous,” you huff, “I’m not your best girl.”

He arches his eyebrows. “Oh, yer keepin’ track, are ye?”

“C’mon, you must have a partner or something?” you prod as you usher him inside.

“Kyle must’ve told ye, hen, it’s hard in this line of work,” he explains, shrugging. “Tried before but… usually they just end up feeling neglected, ya ken.”

You hum. That’s why Kyle said you and he would work so well with the open relationship - that you’d still have someone at home while he was out. That you wouldn’t be alone if something happened to him.

“Anyway, this is no kinda talk for a cozy night in, now is it?” Johnny says, cutting your melancholy musing short. “Come look at what I brought ya!”

You only notice then the two grocery bags in one hand. He herds you to the couch and sets them on the coffee table for you to root through.

“My favorite!” You exclaim when you extract the tub of ice cream.

The grin Johnny shoots you is proud. “Kyle said so.”

“You two,” you sigh happily.

He’s also brought a squishy stuffed animal, crisps, popcorn, soda, candy, and a small collection of self-care items. You hold the face-masks up with a questioning smile.

“Heard somewhere that it’s good for ye, when yer feelin’ down.” You try not to giggle when the last word comes out sounding like “doon.” He continues, blissfully ignorant. “Hope that’s the right shite, there was a lot to choose from.”

You throw your arms around him, chest warm. “Thank you, this is perfect, Johnny.”

He circles his arm around your waist, holding you close. “Anytime, bonnie,” he murmurs into your hair.

You squeeze his shoulders as you pull away, waving one of the mask packets with a wicked little smile.

“Wanna try this ‘shite’ with me?” you tease.

You expect a resounding and masculine-heavy no. Instead, Johnny tilts his head consideringly for a moment, then shrugs.

“Eh, why the hell not?”

You wake up the next morning to a mess of candy wrappers, discarded moisturizers, and an empty carton of ice cream. And the smell of eggs. Cartoons are playing quietly on the telly. When you yawn and sit up, you’re greeted by a cheerful Johnny at the stove, wearing your pink apron.

“Mornin’, sunshine,” he calls.

You flush and smile back, glad that you called him. “Mornin’!”

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thank you, nurse ! | lando norris x nursing student! reader

summary; everyone thought it was strange yn never made it to races until it’s finally revealed why

fc; belajuliana_

note; as a future nursing student, i needed this

nclex is the exam you take after finishing the nursing program to become a registered nurse !!!!

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landonorris: guess who is dating an official!! registered pediatric nurse!!!! congratulations on passing the nclex my love. so proud of you for making it through nursing school. i love you so much, Y/n L/n R.N.

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