#it's not the hospital; i'd be getting worse outside it too

[soggypotatoes]

i am. Unwell

all of yesterday and today, just extremely depressed, can’t stop hiding in my room.. i can’t deal with the thought of having to talk to people so i’m not leaving. the dietitian and the nurses are checking on me regularly like ‘go sit in the courtyard!!’ no.. there’s people in there.. you don’t understand, today at lunch someone said ‘hey edwina come sit here!’ and i stared at them and went and sat at the other end of the dining hall and then i overheard her talking to someone about rejection issues

like.. it’s fine, ok, i’m in a psychiatric hospital, she smiled at me earlier so i know i haven’t really upset anyone. i’m here to be depressed. but i can’t cope with that lol

#told the dietitian i'm too anxious about being around people to eat #and she said she'd speak to the kitchen abt getting a portion set aside for me #so i can go to dinner an hour later than everyone else #i knowww i know sitting inside this room is poisoning me #but i cant go out there ill die #ive already spent all day sitting in bed quietly panicking abt the fact that the psychiatrist will come talk to me at some point #idk what im supposed to say to him #no im not getting better.. been here over a week and i have gotten significantly worse #it's not the hospital; i'd be getting worse outside it too #i feel very hopeless #im not sure i am gonna get better #gonna come out of here in 3 weeks and everythings gonna be the same #so why bother forcing myself out into the courtyard #ed mumbles #and i just dont rly know what to do with my time honestly #i cant focus on books or games #even social media is not holding my attention #so im just rapidly switching between things for hours #dont have the energy to journal or make anything #i dont know what to DO

[esyra]

After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.

Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.

Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.

By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.

When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.

Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.

Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.

Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.

For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.

Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.

That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!

So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.

People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.

Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."

They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.

Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.

#palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #may allah protect them #may almighty allah see our pain #hopefully she'll message me tomorrow

[darkbluekies]

Silas & Dr Kry drabbles: releasing knock-out gas to capture you

Mafia!yandere OC x doctor!yandere OC x reader

Warnings: mentions of basement punishment, mentions of breaking reader, bimbofication(?)

Silas:

You've locked yourself in his office after Silas threatened to throw you into the basement. Him and his men has gathered outside the wooden door. His men want to shoot the door open, but Silas doesn't want any of the bullets to go through and hit you.

"Baby, I'm warning you", he chuckles and feels the door handle. "You're just making it worse for yourself! Come out now and I'll be nicer to you."

Liar. You look around desperately for something to protect yourself with, knowing that he'll find a way in sooner or later.

Silas turns to his men and lowers his voice. "Get the sleep gas."

They nod and run. Silas stretches his neck. He doesn't need the sleep gas, but he's has enough of your childish outbursts. He would rather do everything calm and quietly instead of having you kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

"Y/N, if I were you I'd walk over to the couch", he says. "Or else you'll have a concussion. Your choice."

The men return with the gas and start to pump it under the door. Silas can hear how you gasp and take a deep breath. He chuckles. Do you really think that you can hold your breath and avoid it? Silly thing.

It doesn't take long before he hears your body hit the floor. Silas smiles cockily. Once again, he wins.

"Now, shoot", he says and signals for his second in command to shoot the lock. "They're on the floor, no bullets should hit them."

The second in command shoots the lock until the door bursts open. Silas sees you lying on the carpet, knocked out cold. Of course you didn't listen to him about hitting your head. He walks over and sinks down by your head. Carefully, he caresses your cheek with his rough hand.

"You stupid little thing", he whispers and picks you up in his muscular arms. "You just never learn your lesson, do you? Have to make me do all of this to teach you where your place is. My dumb baby. "

Your head automatically slump onto his shoulder. Silas breaks out into a smile. He adores the feeling of having you in his arms — especially when you're not struggling or throwing punches at him. He walks past his men, towards the basement stairs. This time, he'll break you.

Dr Kry:

You’ve locked yourself in a medical supply closet to prove a point to Dr Kry. You know everything about the poisoned air purifier. Normally, he'd unlock the door and grab you, but not this time. Not when you're this frantic. Not long after you can hear a heavy knock at the door.

“If you don’t come out now, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands, Y/N”, Dr Kry says warningly with his forehead pressed against the door. "I don't think you want that!"

You look around, but there's nowhere to go. No window, no door, no vent. Panic sets in.

Dr Kry goes to get the gas, figuring that it'll be easier to unlock the door without you butting in. If you start to scream and cause a scene, the other doctors will be suspicious ... and stick their nose in Dr Kry's business. Maybe even take you from him. The thought makes him shudder. They'll misunderstand. You're just scared, nothing more.

He returns and start to pump it under the door.

"Don't be alarmed, Y/N", Dr Kry says. "Just take deep breaths for me and I will get you out of there shortly."

"No, no, no!" you panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

You try to unlock the door, but he forces it shut. He changes his mind. You're going to pay for your actions. You have to learn from your mistakes. It's for your own good.

He waits for a minute before he pulls up his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door. You're lying on the floor in your hospital gown, fresh tearstains on your cheeks. Dr Kry picks you up in his arms and sit on the floor for a moment, just to feel your wonderful body. He rests his head on yours, sighing. You're too scared for your own good. He has to take better care of you.

"Let's get you back to bed", he says, knowing that you can't hear him. "I'll restrain you, you don't have to be afraid of yourself anymore. I'll take every measure to make sure you're safe."

Dr Kry kisses your forhead and stands up, walking back to your room.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere mafia #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere oc x reader #yandere doctor #yandere drabble #yandere headcanon

[vanishingcherry]

GOT A SENSE I'D BEEN BETRAYED

pairings: lando norris x reader

warnings: swearing, mclaren being shitty, lando being shitty for agreeing with mclarens plans, break ups, general angst

authors note: based on this request hii! thanks for requesting! the start is just a bit of a backstory, so its not that great. prompt 9 is "'you promised' 'i know'", prompt 10 is "none of it was real... was it?" and prompt 11 is "don't touch me". check out my prompt list

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When introduced to the world of F1, you immediately became a fan.

After a couple years of watching the sport on TV, you managed to get tickets to a Grand Prix not too far from your city. You were overjoyed as you walked through the entrance on Friday, having managed to snag tickets for all three days of the race weekend as well as a paddock pass for free practice.

Decked out in all the merch you owned, you were a sight to see. Lucky for you, the clashing shades of red, orange, black, green and blue were an all too common sight at a race, allowing you to comfortably blend in wherever you were.

Your day at the paddock was amazing, to say the least. Watching pitstop practices, meeting other fans and even taking pictures of and with a few of the drivers. It was, arguably, one of the best days of your life.

You were just about to leave the paddock when a McLaren employee walked towards you, blocking your path.

"Hello! I'm Julie, what's your name?"

After replying with slight confusion, she explained why she was talking to you.

"Lando saw you earlier in the day when you were outside his garage and wanted to talk to you! I'm glad I caught you, he wanted me to give you these paddock passes for tomorrow on behalf of McLaren."

She went on about everything the passes included, but you were still stuck on the fact that Lando was the one who had invited you.

"Wait- I uh- Lando? As in Norris? The driver?"

"Yeah." she laughed at your reaction. "Just come and show these passes to anyone at the McLaren hospitality tomorrow and they'll tell you where to go."

When you showed up the following day, weirdly enough, they directed you straight to Lando. You got to talking, and before you knew it you had spent hours with him. The two of you were interrupted a while before qualifying was meant to begin, and shockingly, he asked to take you on a date the next week.

You were slightly skeptical, it seemed like something straight out of a movie and you knew that going on a date with Lando could have repercussions on your entire life. Nonetheless, even you knew that turning down this invitation would be stupid. Even if it didn't lead to anything, it would be an experience for sure.

To your surprise, it was one of the best dates you had ever been on. A year later, the two of you were still together. Despite the unordinary circumstances that had brought you together, you were glad to have caught his eye that day.

Since then, you had accompanied him to many races, and today was no different. Heading towards his driver room, you lift your hand to knock, before stopping centimeters from the door. Someone else was in the room, you could hear hushed voices. You turn around, taking a few steps away, giving them their privacy.

"Y/N deserves to know!"

It was the voice of one of his friends, and the sound of your name had caught your attention.

"I can't tell her right now, okay? I- I'll tell her soon." That was Lando. You frowned at his statement, now wondering what he was keeping from you.

"Lando the longer you keep this from her, the worse it's going to get. In fact, you're probably lucky if she finds out now and doesn't leave."

"Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I'm not telling her?" Lando's sudden outburst was too much. He was hiding something that potentially changed the entire course of your relationship, you deserved to know what.

You slowly open the door, walking in just in time to hear what Lando's friend says.

"If you're not going to tell her, I am. She deserves to know that this started as a publicity stunt, even if that may have changed now."

"What?" you say in disbelief. Even though you barely heard the word yourself, both Lando and his friend turned to you at the sound. It would have been comical, how fast their eyes widened and expressions changed. But in the moment, all you could focus on was the fact that Lando didn't deny it.

Started as a publicity stunt.

Why do you think I'm not telling her!

You're probably lucky if she finds out now and doesn't leave.

Lando's friend murmurs an excuse, brushing shoulders with you as he walks out and softly closes the door behind him. Leaving you and Lando alone. If it was any other day, you would have been overjoyed to be alone with Lando, with his schedules and races you were rarely left alone. But right now, all you wanted to do was leave. Still, you ask.

"None of it was real... was it?"

Lando didn't answer. At a loss for words, his mouth opened and closed. He was wracking his brain, trying to think of something to say that would make you believe him, trust him. He had fucked up, he knew it. He just had to figure out how to fix it, make things right so that you wouldn't leave him.

You didn't notice the look of anguish on his face, instead you continued speaking, trying to make sense of the situation.

"You just thought that it would be okay to lead me on. That when I found out I was just for publicity, I would be okay with it. Or actually, you probably weren't going to tell me at all, based on your conversation" you all but shouted, referring to what you had overheard.

"I can't believe you!" The room, although large, seemed to be closing in on you. You felt like you were suffocating. "Say something Lando."

He stayed silent.

"God!" you turned around, resting your forehead in your hands, going through every moment of your relationship. The bright and happy memories were now darkened with the knowledge of Lando's initial intentions.

Waking up from whatever trance he had been placed in at the sight of you, Lando silently walks over. He carefully wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I wanted to tell you I swear, I just chickened out every time. I love you, okay? I love you so much and I swear I'm not lying." He starts off, trying to explain before you cut him off.

"You promised." you whisper.

"I know." he mutters, knowing exactly what you meant.

"You promised, Lando. You promised you would never hurt me." Your voice cracked as you shrugged off his arms. He takes a few steps back and instead picks up your hands and plants a small kiss to your knuckles.

"I know, I'm so, so sorry. Darling, please just-"

"Don't touch me!"

He flinches at your tone, moving his hands from your own and taking a step back. Taking a couple deep breathes, he tries again.

"My love, I am so sorry." He bends down slightly, trying to make eye contact. "It started as a publicity stunt, yes, but I fell in love- I am in love with you."

He pauses for a moment, but remains undeterred when you don't respond. "I swear, all of it was real. My feelings are real, I never lied about those."

"Yeah, just lied about everything else" you scoff.

He almost reaches out to you before remembering that you didn't want to be touched by him. He flexes his hand before balling it into a fist near his thighs.

"I'm so sorry. Please just let me explain and I swear I'll fix this, okay? I- i'll figure something out and I'll fix this and we're going to be okay." At this point, he was convincing himself more than he was you.

Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on his door, signalling that he had to get in the car.

"Lando, its time."

"I know, I- just give me a minute" he begs.

"Lando we have to go right now, the race starts in 10 minutes". His engineer is adamant, slamming the door behind him, leaving no room for argument.

"Fuck!" he turns to you. "Darling, just stay here, yeah? Just for a while. I- we can talk after the race, I'm so sorry, just please stay here."

He waits for you to nod, eyes frantically scanning every inch of your face for a sign that you would stay. When you don't provide one, he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"Please. Please, I am begging you just don't lea-"

"Lando! Now." A voice calls through the door.

"Coming." He shouts back. Turning to you again he speaks, walking backwards out the door as he picks up his baclava and helmet. "Please, just stay. I'm so sorry, we'll talk right after the race I promise. I love you."

With that, he leaves you alone in his driver room. You take a deep breath before sitting on the chair. You couldn't find it in you to stay, and so the moment the race started, you were up and finding a taxi back to the hotel.

Lando couldn't focus. From the moment he sat in the car till the moment he got out, all he could think about was you and the pained look on your face when you found out.

He regretted everything. The fact that he had kept this a secret for so long, and the fact that he didn't let you find out this way. But most of all, he regretted the day he agreed to the publicity stunt.

No one was supposed to find out about it. It was simple. He would date you for a couple months, and then make an excuse to break up. You wouldn't find out, the media wouldn't find out and he would have the publicity the team wanted. It would serve as the perfect distraction too, any poor performances would be overshadowed by the news of his new girlfriend. The team thought it was great, it would mean more fans interested in him because it wasn't everyday a driver dated someone that wasn't a model or famous.

Till he fell in love with you. He fell hard too, it wasn't slow and gradual but all at once. He was just sitting at his apartment, watching you read a book on the sofa when the realisation crashed down on him. That he would give up anything for you, that you were it for him. You were the only one he wanted to spend time with, only one he wanted to see when he came home after a race.

Lando knew that he should have stopped it then, broken up or at least told you. But he was selfish, he wanted to stay in the bliss you had created together. And so what was supposed to be a few months turned into 6 and then a year.

The race was shit for Lando. He had half a mind to crash on purpose, just because it would mean getting back to you faster. Nonetheless, he stayed on track, praying that there would be no red flags to delay the end. He had qualified well, at P8, but slipped back to P15 by the time the checkered flag came out.

The second he entered the garage, he walked straight to his drivers room, completely ignoring all the mechanics and engineers trying to console him after the bad result.

Opening the door in a hurry, he swears at the sight of no one in the room. "Fuck fuck fuck!"

He spins around a couple times, making sure you weren't there before opening his phone and walking out of the room in a hurry. At the back of his mind, Lando knew that there were a million things he had to do before leaving, but he forgot about all of them, running to the spot where his car was parked.

He tries calling you, repeatedly pressing on your contact as he speeds past the red light. He'd pay all the fines they wanted, getting to you was more important. He sighs when you don't pick up, face scrunching as he tries to keep the tears back.

Reaching the hotel, he hands the car to the valet, running through the lobby, just managing to slide into a closing elevator. Once at the right floor, he unlocks your hotel room.

He is close to crying when he realises that this room too is empty. You had taken your belongings, and all that was left was Lando's half-open suitcase in the corner.

But what really got him crumbling down is the note you'd written and left on his pillow. He read it over and over, making sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

I'm sorry, I just can't. Don't message me. Please.

#vanishingcherry #leah writes ──⋆˚₊⋆ ๑ #f1 x reader #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lando norris drabble #lando norris fluff #lando norris f1 #lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris angst #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader

[itgirlgyu]

txt if you had explosive diarrhoea (and it is was your fault!) UNSERIOUS*

۫ ִ ﹗ 𓏸 💥 txt!ot5 x gn!reader. ⊹ ݁  🥛 ⋆ WARNING!!! lots of shit talk as it is a normal part of life!!   THIS IS A JOKE!!!

CHOI YEONJUN!

oh he's there for you.

a bit too much than what you would consider appropriately sweet tbh.

he's right there behind you chasing after you when you're running for the toilet just to make sure you're not dropping dead on the way.

he's right there outside the bathroom door assuring you that he'd be there for you even if you end up clogging his bathroom.

he bought a new bathroom plunger anyway he's happy he's getting to put it to a good use because of you.

while you're in there trying to shit as quietly as possible cause you know he has his ears against the door making sure you're not in too much pain.

tries to help you but ends up making it worse by feeding you bananas.

after seeing you take 10 trips to the bathroom in 20 minutes tries to force you to the hospital.

but he stops after you make him get the medicines.

even though he's a little bit overbearing, he makes you feel so comfortable and wakes up with you every time you have to go the bathroom

sitting on the bed all serious with his hands on his chin as if you were performing a surgery in the bathroom.

after you kind of get better, that's when the teasing starts.

dangles spicy food in front of you because you got diarrhoea bc eating too much of it.

chokes on it immediately after.

CHOI SOOBIN.

im not denying the fact he won't be all sweet, and nice, and caring about your dire condition.

which YOU got yourself into.

but I'd be lying if I said he didn't grimace a few times.

because that's only human nature to feel like that when the person next to you is about to shit themselves but that doesn't mean soobin loves you any less.

now you're fighting both for your love and the urge to shit your organs out.

he's outside the bathroom, scratching at the door to explain his side and prove his love for you while you were on the toilet rethinking the course of this relationship.

it would have been kind of dramatic romantic, something out of a movie scene if your ass wasn't on fire.

"not only my ass is burning but my heart is too because of you."

and it gets worse when he brings up if you didn't pig out on those chili ramen this situation wouldn't have transpired to begin with, and then he bit his tongue.

so now after another four violent sessions, sniffling and talking about ending it all, you two finally make up after exchanging some sappy declarations of love and then go to get ice cream.

soobin thinks that this has only brought you together and he's ready to buy adult diapers for you with his own money knowing how expensive diapers can get.

CHOI BEOMGYU.

he'd be concerned about you.

if he wasn't busy laughing his ass off.

you're there fighting for your life and the rights of your asshole that is getting absolutely demolished.

and he's outside the bathroom fighting to get his lungs to work properly because he laughed a bit too hard.

asks your rhetorical questions like how do you even end up in this situation while wheezing

as if he was not the one who instigated you to accept a challenge of eating however many chilli's you could

when you rightfully blame him, he's like,

"oh you could have just eaten one"

that dessert may be worth it but the fear dying while shitting the toilet isn't

and you decide to shove his head into the toilet for putting you in this predicament when you come out of the bathroom for the umpteenth time.

but those threats soon melt away in your throat when you see the arrays of things he has gotten to help you get better

from an assortment of candies that you love to the flowers you've once told you liked the smell of along with all sorts of medicines for your stomach issue.

absolutely doesn't stop making diarrhoea jokes for a number of weeks tho.

you could be arguing about what to watch while having dinner and he would be like,

"oh don't you have somewhere to go? i just bought this couch you know?"

KANG TAEHYUN.

oh he's big mad.

and you're like confused, like taehyun?!? am i not suffering enough?

he's sitting on the end of the bed with his chin on top of his fingers, brooding as though you're giving birth to a bastard child of his.

he's just mad at you for not caring for you health and downing four packets of spicy ramen as though he has had you starved for a few weeks

like have you heard of basic etiquettes?

forget that? does common sense ring a bell?

and now you're sitting on the toilet thinking,

"are these tears bc my bootyhole burning or because taehyun is roasting me goddammit ?"

like this is not the time to ride the ass my bro

but he's also like super concerned that's why he got a little mean because when you come out you see him sweating more than you

got you thinking like

damn is diarrhoea contagious?

and he's gonna take you to the ER and gonna get you to sit through the test and tell the doctor why you are here for and what's the texture of your stool and whose fault is it truly

he thinks shaming you might actually get you to understand your fault

and it kinda does work

but don't worry he's giving you head pats and kisses as he feeds you the medicine.

HUENING KAI.

when you tell him you're having involuntary radioactive missile launched from your asshole

his first response was, "okay let's get you some adult diapers."

kinda weird how it was not to get you to the hospital but you were honestly expecting you a, "EW"

however strange his answer may be, you were sort of fluttered at his suggestion until you realised he actually meant it.

he was already pulling out his wallet and you had to physically stop him and ask him just to get you some medicine

doesn't complain a bit about the smell when he's sitting outside the bathroom door giving you company when you exhaust yourself and collapse in the bathroom.

force feeds you electrolytes while telling you that you will get better soon :(

hes there for you at every step like he's holding your hand as you drink water and now wait for you stomach to stop churning.

he's there wiping the sweat off your forehead with his napkin.

you might as well have gotten on one knee and proposed by the way he was taking care of you.

didn't flinch once when you darted and the smell could make a skunk hang its head in shame.

"it happens baby," he says while patting your head.

you cry.

he takes a picture of you two to commemorate this event that brought you two closer and a reason why yall got married

everyone assumes its a picture from when you were in labour

you always jab his foot when he tries to correct the people

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[cineresis]

Angels in America

It's amazing how fast an evening at your favorite club can be ruined by someone keeling over and frothing at the mouth. The band never quite gets back into the swing of things afterwards.

"Angel," sighed one of the men, or nearest approximants, at the table next to mine, "why is it that I can never go anywhere with you without stumbling across a body?"

"Oh, come now," said his partner, a soft, fluffy confection in caramel and cream, rising hastily to make his way toward the source of the commotion. The first gentleman, dark, lanky, and excruciatingly chic, got up to follow him. "It's hardly every time."

I stayed where I was for now, casting my gaze around the room as I went over my memory of the past twenty or thirty minutes. Too many people passing close enough to slip something into the victim's drink, too many others to watch at the same time, too many more opportunities to poison him outside my field of view. I was a detective, not God.

"Stumbling upon, once. Literally. Do you know what it's like to have to clean up after that sort of thing? It takes a personal toll."

"Hush, Crowley," chided "Angel". "People can hear you, and you know how queer they get about these things. Ooh, yes, that's strychnine, all right," he added cheerfully, pulling a small vial from his vest pocket and tipping it into his handkerchief. "Nasty stuff."

I got up. As I approached, I caught the faint, unmistakable chemical sweetness of ether fumes and gave them a wide berth, choosing instead to inspect the victim's plate and glass before turning to scan the room from this perspective.

"Now, just what might you be doing?" drawled Crowley.

I looked him over, too, while I was at it. In Crowley's case, this involved a lot of looking and not much over; he was easily more than six feet tall, even while slouching rakishly. The snake tattoo on his right temple suggested certain things about him. The dark glasses that he hadn't removed since he'd entered just suggested questions, since I highly doubted he was blind. "I'm a detective," I said, leaving the obviously at the end of that sentence to implication. "What are you doing?"

This response seemed to delight him. "So are we," Crowley answered, and grinned. "But if you want to get specific about it, I'm keeping you distracted while my friend saves this man's life. Let's see your license, then."

As I took it out, keeping at least one eye on him and his partner, Angel called out to the rubbernecking crowd around us, "I need someone here to run and call the nearest hospital, and a couple of strong men to help get this poor fellow someplace dark and quiet to rest. Best use one of the tablecloths for a stretcher," he added to the first volunteer who stepped forward.

Crowley leaned in closer to study my license. "Drake Silas Donovan," he read off. "'Silas', really?"

"What about it?"

"I've just always wondered what kind of parent would name their kid Silas."

"The kind who had a grandfather named Silas," I replied coolly, snagging my license back. "Your turn."

He obliged. Anthony J. Crowley, it read, licensed in London since 1905, the year before mine. I wondered how long he'd been at this; he looked too young for his apparent age, but then I looked too old for mine. "A. J. Crowley," I read his signature aloud. "Get asked if you're any relation every time, or just most?"

There's a certain motion a person's head makes when they roll their eyes. Crowley's was making it. "The man's an embarrassment to the side," he griped. "I made my name legitimately."

"And your friend?" It wasn't as if I couldn't put two and two together. There's a certain type of person who's got both a nose for trouble and the brains to prepare for it; if it walks, talks, and thinks like a dick, it probably is one. It was just that I wasn't in the habit of trusting people, and I'd be a real schmuck to neglect basic due diligence on the guy purportedly surrounded by bodies. 

Detectives are no better or worse than any other person. They just think it's usually more interesting to solve crimes than commit them.

"Oh, he's as legitimate as it gets." Crowley turned to his companion, who was getting to his feet, brushing his clothes off fussily. Beside him, the two volunteers hoisted the unconscious victim onto a tablecloth spread across the floor, momentarily dislodging the ether-soaked cloth before Angel caught it and laid it carefully back in place over the victim's nose and mouth. "Aren't you, Aziraphale?"

Angel — "Aziraphale"? — looked up, startled. "Pardon?"

"Mr. Donovan here wants to see your detective's license," Crowley explained, enunciating his words with malice aforethought.

"Oh! Yes. Of course I always have that with me. Now just where did I..." He started patting down his pockets, stopped suddenly, and took a lovely calfskin card holder out of his coat. "Ah. Here it is."

Beaming, he passed it to Crowley, who passed it to me with the comment, "You'll find everything in order, I'm sure."

I glanced down at the card, then back up at Angel. "Am I supposed to call you A. Z. Fell or Aziraphale?" I asked, pronouncing the Z correctly as zed.

"A. Z. Fell is how 'Aziraphale' is pronounced in the King's English," said Crowley blandly, affecting a cut-glass Oxford accent on the last phrase. His partner seemed pleased by this comment, rather than annoyed.

"I'm afraid my progenitor bestowed me with a rather unwieldy given name," Fell admitted, raising fascinating questions about just how many syllables the British peerage could fit on a birth certificate when they really tried. "Aziraphale just sounds so much more euphonious, don't you think?" Crowley was right; I couldn't tell whether Fell had meant to say A. Z. Fell or the de-accented gloss. He'd lengthened the half-syllable between zed and Fell to a full vowel, but some people said zetta.

"I wouldn't know," I replied, handing the license back to Crowley, who was nearest. When Fell didn't take my bait, I added, "Lucky that you happened to have ether handy. I wouldn't like to imagine what might've happened if you'd decided to stay in tonight." I also lied when I said sorry, and when I swore to tell the whole truth and nothing but. Little white lies are the oil in the gears of civilization.

"Oh, I always carry that, too," Fell explained earnestly. "One gets into the habit after one's first run-in with strychnine, and of course ether has so many useful applica—"

"I wouldn't, angel," Crowley interrupted, sounding very amused. "Mr. Donovan thinks you're the one behind this."

"Oh," said Fell, nonplussed. "Gosh. Well, I — I suppose I can't blame him. He doesn't know me from Adam, after all, and has no reason to trust me — I did warn you about giving people funny ideas, Crowley, honestly. Of course," Fell turned to me, laying an elegant hand across his chest, "if you were to search me, you would find only a small collection of antidotes — oh, but a habitual poisoner would probably carry those, too, especially if he were the sort of voyeur with a penchant for playing the hero. I certainly wouldn't be convinced of my innocence. Yes, I can certainly understand whatever suspicion you might feel towards me, however misplaced it may be."

Crowley watched this thought process with an expression somewhere between fascination and agony. "Well, at least now he probably thinks that if you'd done it, you'd have been caught by now," he remarked, presumably because he was thinking the same thing. "You'll have to excuse my friend," Crowley added to me. "He still believes that the innocent have nothing to fear. Somehow."

"First time visiting?" I guessed.

Fell's bemusement answered my question before he did. "Pardon?"

"Never mind."

#good omens #1920s #noir #detective fiction #lgbt fiction #original fiction #(as it were; i should probably go back and tag the posts in this series more identifiably) #is this a human AU or are Crowley and Aziraphale just huge nerds? i don't know and neither does the outsider-POV narrator #i will finish this if there is public demand but otherwise This Is What You Get #(other stuff is still in the pipeline. this has just been a fuck of a year.) #i did this #my writing #a good man is hard to find (no not that one)

[salternateunreality2]

Another Awkward Sefikura date idea, since @snowbanshee asked:

Cloud asks Sephiroth out:

Cloud practiced in Angeal's bathroom mirror with the pickup lines Zack gave him. He took deep breaths. Sephiroth and he hang out with the group; this is fine. They knew each other. Sephiroth (probably) wouldn't be offended. Just because he's Cloud's childhood idol and crush and only the hottest, most skilled warrior on the planet didn't mean he'd be an asshole to the lowly third that tags along.

This is fine. Cloud is fine. The worst he can say is no. Deep breaths. He was just outside on the balcony while Angeal was putting the finishing touches on dinner with Genesis (aka they make out in the kitchen) and Zack ran an errand. Cloud "fuck you" Strife could do this.

Cloud didn't hear the knock on the door over his "deep breathing" (panicked panting). He only saw it open a crack. He was in the middle of saying "I'm Cloud 'Fuck You' Strife, I can do this" with his whole chest. He thought it was Zack, and intended to calmly say "I'm ok, I can do this".

Instead, on a big exhale, he accidentally screamed, "I CAN FUCK YOU!"

To Sephiroth.

Who was coming to check on him.

Stunned, Sephiroth looked down at him.

"Um, ok," Sephiroth replied. "Do you...um, right now? I don't know, I never...but I'd like to...but dinner... I'm sorry, I am unprepared for this conversation."

Cloud fainted, bashing his head on the counter on the way down.

When he came to, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Understandable, as his head was lying in Sephiroth's lap.

"Mmmmm... Sephangel? Can...can I kissh you now that I'm dead?" Cloud asked in a daze.

"No, I will not take advantage of an injured friend. You are not dead."

"That's hot," said Cloud, blinking slowly. "So respeshful."

"Yep, definitely a concussion," came Zack's voice, too loud. Cloud winced and shut his eyes, turning his face into Sephiroth's stomach. That made it hurt worse, but feel better, as he could sense Sephiroth's body heat. He sighed softly, tickling Sephiroth with his breath.

Sephiroth looked to his friends for help, pink coloring his cheeks.

"Hey Spike, you'll thank me later," Zack said. Cloud groaned. "What were you going to ask Sephiroth?"

"Wanna go on a date," mumbled Cloud. "Yer sho cool, Speh. Go onna date. W'me."

"Cloud, I would love to, but first, can I take you to medical?"

"Mmmnooooooo. Date."

"Ok, I'll take you on a date right now, downstairs. Can I pick you up?"

"Mmmmmm..."

Everyone but Cloud held their breath. Cloud was notorious for being difficult to treat medically. They could force him, but it would mean a fight.

".....mmmmm ok, date w'Seph." Cloud decided.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the pair headed off on their first date ever.

Highlights of the date:

* Cloud ordering Zack to go away, he had to "romance Sephiroth and your hedgehog assh is in the way".

* Sephiroth almost combusting on the spot as the medical staff overheard.

* Jello. It was Sephiroth's first taste of sweet jello. He thought it was the best thing ever at the moment, because it came from Cloud.

* Cloud trying to feed it to him, but feeding it to the wrong Sephiroth, since he had double vision.

* Sephiroth catching Cloud's vomit with a trash can in a move so beautiful, swift, and elegant, the nursing staff would sing its praises for ages.

* Cloud regaining his faculties and turning so red that the nursing staff immediately checked for a fever and worried over his heart rate, which had spiked.

* Sephiroth waiting until just after the staff left to ask if Cloud was serious about fucking him, causing the situation to repeat, and the staff to threaten to kick him out.

* Cloud only not fleeing the hospital because Sephiroth formally asked to hold his hand.

* Sephiroth asking if Cloud needed anything, and Cloud sarcastically saying "yeah to get the fuck outta here and go home with you", knowing from past experience that that was highly unlikely.

* Sephiroth taking him literally and moving heaven, earth, and Nurse Vaughn to free his chocobo, with promises to check in with the nurses every hour.

* Cloud kissing Sephiroth's cheek as Sephiroth carried him home. Good thing they were already at Sephiroth's door because Sephiroth.exe stopped working for a solid minute and a half.

* Cloud smiling quietly into Sephiroth's neck where he hid his head.

#sefikura #ff7 #sephiroth #cloud strife #zack fair

[romeulusroy]

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 2

A/N: This I'd solely based on this fic, which I am in love with :) I ran out of room on the first part and had much more to say lol

Warning: addiction/addiction mention, abuse/neglect

Being The Youngest Roy Would Include: Pt. 1

Waking up at random underground bars, clubs, random streets in the city not knowing where you were or how you got there. It was definitely scary at times, but you were too numb to care

No one carded you, fearing your name more than your safety

Whenever you were hungover, you could hide away in your own bathroom on your own floor of the house, not that your father went looking for you or would seek you out very often, if at all

Everyone in that house knew. Everyone knew and they said nothing. When you got sick all over your clothes, reeking of a seedy bar or covered in glitter from clubbing, a fresh pair would magically show up folded on your bed. When your nose bled from the drugs and you used a white towel, a fresh one would be replaced in no time

You always believed you were being careful, that nothing bad would happen. You thought you were holding up the charade, and in some cases you were. Logan never said anything to you, about anything. As long you showed up and did as you were told, he didn't really care what you did outside of that

A few times you'd overdosed. Purely on accident, in your room, at the bars, at a party. A few times you woke up in the hospital, the closest one, but no one ever showed up. Even when you collapsed in your own home, your father was too busy in his meeting to pick up. Your mother was your emergency contact and she rarely picked up, too. Doctors knew who you were and that was enough to silence them, for better or for worse

It was easier to pretend this problem didn't exist. Like everything, your father ignored it, swept it under the rug

It wasn't until you called your father for help, drunk, high, crying and scared, unsure of where you were in the middle of the night did he reach out to someone, angry you woke him up, getting your brother to come find you. Your last attempt at seeking his love, his care, cursing yourself for being so stupid as to think he'd care in the first place

Connor dropped everything and got to you, seeing just how fragile and lost you really were for the first time. You could barely keep your eyes open. That scared him to death

It took a lot longer than they'd like to admit to realize you had a problem, that this wasn't just the occasional drink

Connor was the first to suggest an intervention. The rest followed, unsure of what to do, ashamed they hadn't seen any of this sooner

Coming off a high left you feeling low, helpless, and now embarrassed your big brother had seen you in that state. It wouldn't be the last time you'd go to rehab, but it would be the first

The anger came back though, it always did, and with nothing to soften the blow you took it out on yourself, on others. Your siblings were the first targets and no matter how many times you apologize, the guilt eats you up alive. Accusing them of not caring about you, of not noticing. In one particular dark moment you even accuse Roman and Kendall in aiding you in your addictions in the beginning, neither of them knowing. Kendall tries to tell Rome it's not his fault, coming to his baby brothers aid. If you could take one thing back, it would have been that. The look on their faces still haunts you

"Rome, I'm so sorry. I should never have-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I know, okay? I know."

You try getting clean on your own, something your sister makes it known she's against, but there's nothing she can do. When you can't get into places, when they refuse to have you again, you do it by yourself, mostly at Connors ranch. It's secluded, far away from your father. Once you stayed at Kens, a few times with Shiv, but you liked being at Con's the most. It's a mess and really you should be somewhere with professionals, but it's only for when you slip up, for when things are mostly stable, if that can even be measured

In the end, rehab is where you end up. More than a few times. When you get your phone back, one of them always makes sure to pick up your weekly call, even when you talk about nothing, like with Roman

You still thank Connor for picking you up that night

"Don't worry about it, I was happy to."

Being in your fathers presence is a major trigger. You try to stay with your mother for a few weeks, but she always grows uneasy with you around. She doesn't believe in your addictions, in any of your problems. She sends you back to Logan without a second thought, thinking you and your siblings are blowing things out of proportion

You got your own place, somewhere free of association from all those terrible years, all that sickness. You invite your brothers and sister often, trying to make it up to them every single day

You've been clean from everything for a year. Connor couldn't be more proud. Everyday you fear you'll go back to the old you and every day you find a reason, no matter how small, not to. Most of the time it's for your brothers and sister. All the shit you put them through, everything they've done for you, all the times they picked you up from rock bottom, it's the least you could do for them

Kendall still sneaks you candy, one of the last vices you can truly indulge in. Your favorite from when you were a kid. He doesn't hold anything you say against you, knowing what that mindset is like. When you feel yourself slipping, you turn to him. You don't always have to say it, sometimes he just knows, he understands

Shiv still helps you out. Straightens your hair, fixes your collar, doing some damage control with the public when they've turned the story on you, looking after you in those small, significant ways like when you were little. She and Con are the ones to ask if you're okay, if you need a place to stay for a few days, anything at all. Sometimes you even take them up on their offers

You and Roman are closer now, too. He seeks you out at events, hugging you harder than anyone else. He's always kissing your head, holding you close. His comments remain snarky, but for you, self-aware. Nothing that goes too far. He'd always got a glass of sparkling water ready for you so you don't have to go near the bar. What you said hurt him beyond words, but he also knows that was the detoxing you speaking, not the real you. Still, he checks how much is in his glass now, trying to make up for the past

Connor is still the only good father figure in the world. Every year you send him a card for fathers day, writing the same long winded note as a thank you to him. He pretends they don't mean the world to him, but he's got each one in a box under his bed. They make him feel so, so loved

It's not easy. It never will be. You still have to see Logan, talk to him, pretend there's anything left of your relationship. God only knows what story he's spun for Marcia. But it gets more bearable knowing you have people on your side now, that Connor, Kendall, Shiv, and Roman all have your back no matter what. You're their baby sibling after all

#headcanon #connor roy #connor roy headcanon #connor roy x reader #kendall roy #kendall roy headcanon #kendall roy x reader #shiv roy #shiv roy headcanon #shiv roy x reader #roman roy #roman roy headcanon #roman roy x reader #logan roy #logan roy headcanon #logan roy x reader

[scrubbinn]

Slime HRT 3 Months: First changes

Omg omg omg!!! My first real change! It finally happened! Ok! Ok. Ok, let’s start at the beginning, I need to temper my excitement a little bit. To start from the very beginning, the past month I've been drinking so much water lately. I've always been drinking three bottles a day at work but now I’ve been drinking nearly all the time. I was told that was the first sign everything was working. Becoming fluid requires fluids if you can believe it. I have to avoid coffee and tea now, which has been one of the most difficult things I’ve ever done in my life, but the caffeine in both can actually be really damaging to your new slime cells apparently. It’s pretty much room temperature water or non-caffeinated energy drinks only. Still, if I need to constantly drink water then at least that means the medication is working.

My skin has gotten so smooth too, it feels like I’m made of warm ice. There's still a lot of hair, and there's still some rough patches on my body, but the hairs and rough spots should disappear after a few more months. It really is just my limbs that have gotten smoother so far, which sadly includes the soles of my feet. I actually ended up slipping on the floor and crashed into the kitchen and directly on all the pots and pans. I was more panicked about if I'd broken anything around me rather than if anything about me was broken! I didn’t break anything, utensil or bone, but it’s clear I need to take more deliberate steps plus socks on if I want to make sure being a soapy slime isn’t going to send me to the hospital.

 It would be worse if I can’t phone anyone to take me to a clinic in the first place. I've heard that after a while you start to lose the ability to use a smartphone since it can't read your fingerprint or something. There's a few people that have made money off making fake fingers for those of us who no longer have skin. It's kind of gross, but my ADHD is definitely not going to survive without constant internet access, it's just another expense of perfecting my life I suppose. All of this new equipment I’ve been looking into has been starting to add up to a lot of money. Does everyone who takes animal HRTs go through this? I’ll need to waterproof my bed, buy a lint trap for cleaning out dust stuck in slime, and buy clothes designed not to sink into me. I don’t actually know if I need those things since it sounds like I’m going to have some kind of membrane, but this is a brand new medication so I don’t think even that doctor knows how things will go for me.

But ok, the big change. Just this morning I was eating a breakfast sandwich and had trouble biting into it. My teeth went rubbery! There's a blue tint to them too now. It's going to be a pain eating food now, I had to pull apart small bits and swallow them whole, and I just gave up on the bread. But now I've been experimenting with them. They aren't like a gel and there's still a few hard ones, but now that I know, I find myself constantly poking them. It just… makes me feel happy when they bounce back. Oh, but if my teeth are like this, I bet it means there's a lot of changes going inside my bones. Though it is concerning how I'm going to be able to stand after a while.

One big downside was that this meant I had to schedule a doctor's appointment. Normally doctor visits are fine for me, you go talk to someone you'll forget in a day and get some blood taken, but I had the feeling this wasn't going to be like that, and I was pretty much spot on. As soon as I entered his office, he just looked at me. Like that kind of look you get when faced with a disapproving parent or a teacher when you forget to turn in your math homework for the eighth time. Same doctor as before, I think there are assistants that handle certain cases but I got stuck with the guy you see in all the magazines outside his office. He asks how things are progressing and I showed him everything that's changed. He looked concerned, but most people can't wiggle their teeth, so that checks out. He mentioned my dosage was going to be increased, and that I should start taking a new medication alongside it. Some newer drug that's supposed to lower my level of humanity and make me more malleable. He told me I would probably see another change soon and then said three months was too big a gap and I needed to write a new entry in this thing, or whatever. Maybe I'll sit tight for four months next time just to show him.

Though the biggest downside of my new self was that one of my roommates had noticed what was going on with me and confronted me about it. Yeah so, I may have forgotten to mention to everyone other than my girlfriend that I was going through with this procedure at that point in time. I was going to tell them eventually, when I was more slimy, probably. They got mad at me for not telling anyone else, but especially not either them or my other roommate. Said it was important for everyone here to know what changes could affect the living situation. Like me being happier is going to hurt anyone. They said they weren't upset about the treatment and just the fact I didn't tell them… But for some reason it still hurt, like they were upset about the treatment. Sometimes that’s just how it is. Someone says the wrong thing and it just breaks you. Slime shouldn’t break, it’s supposed to bend.

I'm going to focus on the changes and avoid bringing up my new self with other people. A few online friends I told are supportive but god forbid what might happen if my family finds out. I'm sure they'll accept me eventually, but they aren't the type to accept change pleasantly. Change. That’s a loaded word for me. I knew there would be some rough spots, but I didn't think things could go this badly for my mental state, this was supposed to be a happy entry. Oops, sorry future me when you look back and read this, haha... I guess I can try to find something happier to write about next time. I think I'm done for tonight. I want to cry. I could really go for some coffee.

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Thank you everyone for the support on the last chapter, the amount of likes and reblogs are insane. Seriously, thank you everyone. Apologies for the sudden dark shift in the tone but I’d like to make this a story of self acceptance rather than just a list of changes.

At list (for anyone who wanted to be mentioned)

@a-shramp

We now have a special announcement. Due to some recent events, we have discovered we're plural. We're still trying to figure out this revelation and it has been stressful for all of us. We don’t know if we wish to include our plurality into this story. It's all very new to us. We’ll be taking some extra time from Slime HRT to learn about our system and make an introduction post so you know who’s who. We're very new to this world so any support would be appreciated.

#slime hrt #slime girl #species hrt #animal hrt #transgender #original writing #fiction writing #gender fluid #monster girl #trans #short story #therian hrt #otherkin hrt #therian #otherkin

[painedpen]

Tell me anything and everything abt your headcanons and stuff for Mondo Owada, I'm all ears! He's one of my favorites so I'd love to hear what you think‼️

Thank you very much but you have no clue what you’ve just unleashed.

Fluff:

- Mondo’s maternal family originated from France, so French is his and Daiya’s first language. Of course, Mondo has never met his mother’s family… yet.

- Speaking of maternal family, anyone wanna take a guess as to what his mother’s maiden name is? Anyone? Too late, it’s Akamatsu.

- So yeah, Kaede is Mondo and Daiya’s little cousin. Kaede is about two or three years younger than Mondo, and she’s delighted to find her long lost cousin at her new high school.

- Due to having to fend for themselves at a young age, both Mondo and Daiya are really good cooks. The difference between them is that Mondo refuses to allow anyone else in the kitchen when he’s cooking. Think Gordon Ramsey but somehow even worse.

- Mondo will never admit to anyone that he likes to cook. God forbid you ask him to cook for you. Unless you’re sick or like really sad. He’ll tell you to never tell anyone though.

- Physical affection is not only his love language, it’s his way of life. Every time you see him, he’s leaning on or hugging one of his classmates. He’s like a really big cat.

- When he was a kid, Daiya couldn’t leave him alone for a moment, cause every time he came back Mondo would have befriended some random animal of prey. Daiya turns around and Mondo is cradling a Great Horned Owl in his arms like a baby.

- Mondo hasn’t been able to bring himself to have another pet since Chuck, so instead he co-parents everyone else’s pets. He’s already won over Celeste’s cat.

- Most of his childhood was spent around a pack of stray animals. One day, a cat curled up on his lap and started purring, and Mondo was like “heehee funny noise” and started mimicking it. Long story short, Mondo purrs as a stim.

- He’s the best adoptive big brother ever. Are you an only child, or just temporarily sad for some reason? Boom, Mondo’s your big brother now. No, no, don’t fight it.

- After befriending Kiyotaka, Mondo went to his French class for the first time in his school career. (He picked it because it was an easy A.) Listening to his teacher, he realized very quickly that she was not a native speaker, nor had she learned from a native speaker. He was quiet for a solid five minutes and then said, in perfect French, “What the fuck are you talking about??”

- Dyslexia makes it so that letters and words are hard for him to understand. But numbers? Ohoho he knows all about those little bitches! Because of this, he’s shockingly good at subjects like Algebra and Calculus.

Angst: (CW: Abandonment, dissociation, child abuse, neglect, violence)

- Mondo’s dad was a real piece of shit to both his wife and kids. Unfortunately, Moselle, his mother, could only find one way to cope with it. She dissociated to the point where she couldn’t recognize her children.

- Daiya and Mondo didn’t know what was wrong with her, so they always said that “Maman is just away.”

- While Daiya was busy trying to take care of his little brother, Mondo dedicated himself to taking care of their mother. Despite Moselle not being able to do much more than basic self-care, Mondo was convinced that she was just sick, and that they needed to help her get better.

- I won’t go into heavy details, but Mondo and Daiya ended up homeless. After the trauma of what he went through with his parents, Mondo went entirely nonverbal for several years.

- One day, while Daiya was away looking for a source of income, Mondo was mugged while alone. A shot through the shoulder left him on the floor looking for help. No one bothered until Officer Takaaki Ishimaru came along. He got Mondo to a hospital just in time.

- Because of nights spent outside, Mondo tends to get Wind Anxiety. When the wind blows fast enough to be heard from inside, Mondo automatically starts shivering. It doesn’t matter if he actually feels cold or not, it’s just an unfortunate muscle memory.

- Mondo doesn’t remember a lot about his childhood, but he finds he can’t forget what his mother’s face looked like just before her death. He refuses to sleep most days because his dreams are full of her eyes looking directly at him.

- Daiya doesn’t remember a thing, but Mondo refuses to remind him. He’d rather Daiya live in blissful ignorance than have him suffer the way Mondo has.

- Mondo still goes nonverbal sometimes, so he likes to wear a face mask. He looks intimidating in that, so no one tries to talk to him when he’s wearing it. Win-win.

- While the Crazy Diamonds is genuinely fun, it’s not a healthy environment for Mondo in the slightest. There’s a large minority of members who still think he’s too weak to be in the gang. They constantly try to pester and bully him into retiring early.

- It was even worse when Daiya was still in charge. Almost everyone hated him. He would get into fights, people would tell him that he should get into a crash and die so that they wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore. It was rough.

- Even so, Mondo stayed quiet about it. These people were like family to Daiya, and Mondo didn’t want to be the reason Daiya lost any more family. When Daiya asked why he’d come home with bruises all over, Mondo would blame it on a rival gang.

- The first time Hiroko met Mondo, she gave him a hug. She did that thing moms do, cradling the back of his head and neck with her hand protectively. Mondo absolutely melted.

Platonic Pairings:

Mondo + Kyoko:

- These two mean. So much to me.

- They are both black cat coded but in completely different ways. Like Kyoko is a mysterious and dark Witch’s Familiar, and Mondo is a moody dumbass who likes snuggles.

- Kyoko’s love language isn’t physical affection. But she spontaneously decides to cuddle with Mondo for an hour and a half to the second, and then silently leaves.

- Mondo joins Kyoko on her murder investigations sometimes. He contributes practically nothing, he’s just here to hang out. Kyoko appreciates his presence anyway.

Mondo + Chihiro:

- Okay this one’s just obvious.

- I don’t even think I need to say anything about this.

Mondo + Toko:

- Mwah. Delicious.

- I think that Mondo would hate the way Byakuya treats Toko, and would start aggressively defending her.

- He starts “training” her in order to try and get her confidence up.

- Like, Toko wears a rubber band around her wrist that Mondo snaps every time she self-deprecates. Pavlov her into positive self talk, y’know?

- Toko tells Byakuya to go fuck himself and Mondo stands in the background, wiping a tear from his eye.

Mondo + Celeste:

- Sibling energy frfr.

- They scream at each other in French, but would go to war for each other no questions asked.

- They shit-talk other people together.

- Celeste forces him to wear his hair down every now and again because “The big hair distracts from your pretty face!”

- Mondo points out that she’s a hypocrite. Celeste doesn’t care.

- These two fight so much but there’s no real animosity behind it. Not that anyone around them can tell. Everyone else thinks that they just plain hate each other.

Mondo + Gundham:

- Childhood friends. Hear me out.

- Mondo found a really sick stray puppy when he was little and rushed him to the vet. The vet said that since Mondo didn’t have any money, there was nothing they could do. Mondo was really upset.

- Baby Gundham came up behind them like “You foulest of fiends! It would seem your soul has been buried under stone, if you have it in you to turn away a creature in need. Worry not, mortal, for I, the great Gundham Tanaka, will help you restore this dark beast to its rightful glory!”

- Baby Mondo was like “Okay lol” and they both left.

- That’s how Mondo got Chuck.

Mondo + Mikan:

- Hoo boy!!

- Mondo is in the infirmary a lot due to obvious reasons, so it’s only natural that he would be friendly with the nurse.

- Every time Hiyoko or someone else tries to come in and bully Mikan, Mondo picks them up by the neck and throws them out.

- It’s gotten to the point where, even if Mondo isn’t there, Mikan will just tell people “If you won’t leave me alone, I’ll call Owada!” No one fucks with that.

- Overall, having Mondo’s protection is a huge confidence boost for her.

Kay there you go.

#danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #mondo owada #trigger happy havoc #mondo oowada #headcanons #fanfic #fluff #angst #kyoko kirigiri #chihiro fujisaki #toko fukawa #celestia ludenberg #gundham tanaka #mikan tsumiki #mondoblr

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The Arrangement. Part Twelve

Part Eleven

Warnings: Smut, unedited. I tried to add more fluff to this part and I truly hope you like it.

Part Twelve:

Only a week had passed since the move, but it already felt like a lifetime ago. Colby had worked fast to get everything done without stressing me out, but as a result, he'd taken on all of that stress alone. He arranged everything, picked the house we moved into, and made sure that the smaller three-bedroom house tucked directly behind ours was to my father's liking. He'd used my Pinterest as inspiration for every single room of our new six-bedroom cottage. When we moved in only a day ago, everything was fully furnished and designed exactly as he instructed it to be. It was the perfect dream home, but I couldn't help but worry about how Colby was doing with everything. In such a short amount of time, he'd taken over the family business and Sam took over the position Colby once held. He was on his computer more and more, working from home in the office he'd built for himself. And when he wasn't working, he was doing something around the house. He'd baby-proofed every surface he could, even though we were only 19 weeks along and we still had a ways to go. It was nonstop and I knew that he was only doing this because he didn't want to think about what was really bothering him. 

The death of his parents. 

I couldn't even begin to think about how traumatic it had all been for him. It was even worse when the media had caught wind of my pregnancy. After the incident in the garden, I’d been taken to the hospital to make sure I hadn’t been harmed. In the weeks since that trip my patient files had been hacked and now the world knew we were expecting. Now cameras were stationed at every entrance and exit of our new home. Whenever I walked outside to get fresh air or attended an event, I was met by men with long lens cameras waiting to strike. All of this made him paranoid, bodyguards were required to go with me whenever I left the house. When I was in the house, they were stationed outside. Sometimes it felt very claustrophobic, but it made him feel safe, and that was all that mattered to me. What had happened at the garden had changed everything in the span of a few seconds. Yes, we were relieved that his parents no longer ruled over us, but the event was deeply unsettling. I kept thinking back to the man who'd made sure to help me to the ground after harming my mother-in-law. How he'd told me he wasn't there for me and kept his aim locked on the monster beside me. I kept thinking about how he'd turned his weapon on himself and the pain he must've been going through to do that. I kept thinking about the blood and the way it coated me when the paramedics found me passed out in the grass. I kept thinking of how Colby's face had looked when I came to and saw him in the hospital. 

The look of true fear, etched into his face. 

I thought of all of that, even now as I awoke from my dream with a start. Something had changed within me in the time that had followed since the incident. Time had made the trauma affect my body differently than I’d expected. A small gasp falls from my lips when my eyes flutter open and I take in my surroundings. Sometimes I didn't know where I was when I woke up and sometimes I woke up screaming. I tried not to make my own PTSD about me when my husband's own family were the ones that ultimately got hurt, but seeing everything happen in front of me. 

Only an arm's length away.

It was too much and I was still processing it. 

I feel my eyes glance around the room as I try my best to calm myself down. To stay silent so no one else can hear me. It's only then that I remember that I'd fallen asleep on the couch in our living room. The black suede sectional is weirdly comfortable. I sit up slowly and realize there's a blanket covering my body, the book I'd been reading still next to me. I groan as I look around the room and notice that I'm alone. Colby must've been the one to cover me with the blanket, a kind gesture that I greatly appreciated. I glance around the room looking for wherever he could've gone and stop when I realize one of the doors down the hallway is open. Our house was one level and the living room connected to the hallway that led to our bedrooms, the door that was open led to the only unfinished room in our house, the nursery. My brows furrow as I stand from the couch, resting my book on the arm. Slowly I make my way down the hall and as I do I hear the muffled sound of music. I realize the muffled sound is because the music is coming from a pair of wireless headphones, headphones that my husband is sporting when I reach the doorway of the nursery. The sight before me immediately makes me want to smile. Colby, I only wear black designer clothes, is standing with his back to me in a pair of overalls. He's not wearing a shirt with the overalls, instead each muscle is as defined as ever as he starts to paint the wall before him. I don't know how long I'd been asleep, but he managed to paint all three of the other walls and was working on finishing the fourth. Sage green paint peered back at me as my husband started to dance to the music he's listening to. He moves along to the rhythm as he rolls the paint roller along the momentarily white walls. In the year that we've been married I'd never seen Colby dance and now I can't look away. I can't help by grin as he moves along like no one is watching, my hands moving to cover my mouth. I highly doubted he'd be able to hear me if I did speak, due to his music being so loud, but I didn't want to miss this. Instead, I reach inside the pocket of my long knitted cardigan and pull out my phone. I quickly decide to film the sight in front of me before he can catch me, my smile widening when he really starts to move his hips. I record the evidence for around a minute before I decide I have enough blackmail and when I do, the song ends. 

As if on cue, he finally realizes that someone is watching. 

His blue eyes meet my gaze the moment the song finishes, his gaze playful when he sees the look on my face and the phone in my hands. 

"Smile all you want baby, you know these moves do it for you." 

I can't help but giggle, my cheeks turning red as I look away from him, slightly embarrassed that he caught me watching him. I hear him put the paint roller into the paint tray before I dare to look up at him and when I do I feel the blush forming once more. Everytime he looked at me it felt like the first time. He places his headphones in the pockets of his overalls and walks over to me, his hands pulling me in against him. His lips find my forehead, breathing me in as he holds me close. 

"You're so fucking cute."

He rasps, his voice low. The sound of his voice makes my breathing hitch. I feel his arms wrap around me, his right hand slowly snaking its way toward my ass. I peer up at him, wide eyed when I realize what he's doing and am met by a look of mischief overtaking his face. 

"I love it when you get bashful around me. As if you haven't already seen every inch of me naked. As if every part of me doesn't fully belong to you."

The air leaves my body when he says this, his left hand moving to rest underneath my chin as he tilts my head back slightly. His thumb rests on the bottom of my lip, quietly contemplating what he wants to do with me next. Slowly, his thumb parts my lips and suddenly I feel my chest heave up and down. A part of me was always a little embarrassed by how instantaneously he was able to affect my body. It was almost cruel how little he had to do to make me want him. And the worst part was that he was fully aware of this fact. I might've been a good actress when we were in front of the cameras but I could never fake anything with Colby. Never. 

"You have no idea how intimidating your face is...'

I whisper, my hands coasting along his overall covered chest. Going lower and lower until I can palm him through the denim. 

"... How sexy every single inch of you is."

My voice is more of a breath when I say this, earning a groan from him as his blue eyes fixate on me. His pupils are dilated, his face dangerous as I toy with him. My palm pressing hard enough to earn another groan. My husband goes to speak, but when he does another voice interrupts from down the hallway.

"I'm announcing myself so I don't accidentally walk in on something I don't want to see..."

Jake's voice echoes down the hallway, but he reaches us before I have the chance to pull my hand away. Both Colby and I glance over at him when he reaches the doorway, Jake's face amusingly unimpressed. 

"...Damn it Emilia. I expected this from him, but not you."

I quickly move my hand away from Colby and I feel my cheeks redden once again. This embarrassment is different from the last. I feign innocence and stare back at Jake with a look of apology. Colby on the other hand makes sure to stare at Jake as he squeezes my ass. An action that causes me to roll my eyes as I pull away from his grasp. 

"Sorry Jake."

My apology makes Jake smile, even though I can tell Colby is less than enthused by the fact that we were interrupted. He glares back at his friend and associate, his eyes narrowing in expectation of some sort of explanation. 

"Sorry boss. But the delivery van is outside and I thought you asked us to meet you here to help you with the plan."

He gives Colby a fake wink that is the furthest thing from subtle. An action that makes me realize that whatever they were up to they didn't want me to know. For a moment I feel dread wash over me. Normally whenever they had planned something I was supposed to know about it was work related. A thought that didn't bring me any comfort. Colby sees the way my body involuntarily tenses up, and offers me ease when he places his hand on my shoulder. He gives me a look of sympathy the moment I glance back over at him. 

"Don't say too much Jake. I don't want Emilia to see what we're up to just yet. It's a fun surprise..."

He pauses for a moment to give my head a light kiss. 

"...A non-serious surprise."

The dread that had washed over me subsides slightly when he says this and I offer him a nod of confirmation before looking back towards Jake. Jake, who is smiling from ear to ear. 

"So I shouldn't tell her about the massive truck full of surprising things? That it’s all things she's going to love?"

His amusement spreads through him like an infection he can't slow down. I shake my head and place my hands over my ears, jokingly pretending to not hear a word he says. 

"Yes, don't tell her about that..."

Colby gives me another kiss before turning his attention to me once more.

"... While we do our super secret thing. I was thinking you could go out with Katrina and get to know her since you're working with her for PR. You can go out with one of the guys, maybe Nate for security, and take some candids for the paparazzi. Make sure to wear something fitted enough to show off your little baby bump."

From the corner of my eye I see Jake tense up. Katrina was supposed to start being my PR person over a week ago, but we'd decided to wait until after the move to actually meet. Colby already knew her from when she dated Sam and, from Jake's response, he knew her too. He knew her too and wasn't impressed by the mention of her. I want to ask Jake why he suddenly looks like the life has been drained out of him, but another thought tugs at my heartstrings. The fact that, even with his parents gone, we still had a public image to uphold. Because of the media surrounding our entire relationship, we'd built something that we couldn't ignore. The interest grew into something bigger than the both of us. But there was something about what Colby said and how he said it that made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't want to use our daughter, or my body, to promote our business. I wanted to focus on charity work and showing how the multi-billion-dollar business he was now in charge of was more than its cold exterior. The Brock Family Estate needed to be more than a pill pushing corporation who didn't care about the people who used their product. We needed to be more than that and we needed to give back to the community. 

I want to protest, but I think I'm in too much shock to do so. Instead, I'm met by another voice coming from behind Jake, a woman's voice that I didn't recognize. 

"What did I hear about going out?"

Jake's tense body turns to the side, revealing the shorter, dark haired female. She was beautiful and she had a kind smile. I give her a little wave and suddenly feel overwhelmed by her beauty and the fact that I didn't know her. With a loving nudge forward Colby prompts me to leave, clearly on a schedule for whatever he was planning. Mentally, I decide that I'll have to talk about this with him later. Instead, I walk towards Katrina with a small smile that I've forced onto my face. Unimpressed by where the day had taken me. 

--

I was thankful that Kris and Celina had gone and added maternity clothes to my wardrobe. Subconsciously, I tell myself to remember to thank them because if it hadn't been for them I wouldn't have picked out something so comfortable. I'd chosen a pale pink summer dress. Short Sleeve and long enough to reach my knees. The fitted belt along my waist highlighted the baby bump, just as I'd been instructed to, and I carried a small white, floral Kate Spade crossbody bag. I left my long black hair down in its naturally curly state and did my makeup. Just as I've been trained to do, I made sure to hold my purse against me with my left hand so the paparazzi could see my wedding rings. I kept my head held high and made sure to keep my smile bright. I tried to keep everything in mind as I walked with Katrina, along the streets of the outdoor stores of the shopping center. Behind us, Nate stood close enough to stop anything that could happen, but not so close that it felt like he was breathing down the backs of our necks. I'd made the executive decision to make sure we were seen and then have us stop for food. I wanted to get to know Katrina better if we were supposed to be working together. I guided us along the semi-crowded streets, my arm linked with Katrina's. Along this street was a local soup kitchen that I always loved to work for, before I married into wealth. I pull her with me as we reach the outside of the building and look inside. On the other side of the door is a woman, Olivia, who ran the soup kitchen. When she sees me through the window a big grin moves to her face and she waves. I wave back and I can hear the shuttering of cameras from behind me. I glance at Katrina and smile. 

"I thought maybe we could work and then eat. Olivia makes the best soup I've ever had."

From my side Katrina's grin widens and I can see that she knows what I'm doing. If Colby was going to make me do a pap walk, then I was going to do something with that walk. Katrina nods, her smile seeming to grow. 

"Let's do it."

Katrina and I must've spent close to two hours serving the people who came by for the dinner rush and in that time I'd had the most fun I've had in a while. Katrina turned out to be a really kind person and I could see that the people we served felt the same way too. She and I served until our arms felt like they were going to fall off and laughed the entire time. Afterwards we ate with the people we served, all of whom shared different stories about their lives and what it was like growing up in the community. This was what it's all about. No manufactured smiles, just people helping people and it was so rewarding. I knew the paparazzi were watching, but this was different than standing in front of the group like I was some sort of princess serving commoners. Posing with my husband and pretending everything was perfect. This was impromptu and authentic and I hoped that it was something I could do more of now that I was working with Katrina. She and I talk for hours with the people before it's the end of the night and Nate tells us it's time to go home. It's only then, when we are walking back to the car, that Katrina and I truly speak to each other.

"I see why you were chosen to marry Colby..."

She whispers for just me to hear.

"...You captivate people and work hard to help. The Brock family isn't known for that. They're cold and calculated, but you're a breath of fresh air. I'm excited to work with you."

She sounds genuine when she says this and I'm hopeful that we can form a friendship. Because I honestly really enjoyed her so far and there was something about being able to spend time with someone who knew what it was like to live in this family that made me feel less alone. 

"I'm excited to work with you too. Not to be weird, but I feel comforted to know someone who understands this family and what the expectations are."

Katrina looks back at me, her face sad as she reflects on her time in the family. Colby never told me what happened with her and Sam, so I had to look it up online. They'd dated for seven years and things abruptly ended only two years ago. She'd been part of the family though, they seemingly welcomed her in with open arms and I saw all the events she went to with the family. Whatever had happened hadn't been good and I can see it in her eyes as she tries her best not to cry. Her jaw tightens as she presses her lips together in an attempt to choose the right words. 

"I am glad that I can be here for you. I just need you to remember that it wasn't just the parents that were the problem in this family. I'm not going to say anything else, but I just need you to remember that."

I nod, and feel a sinking feeling form in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know what she was talking about exactly, but I had a feeling that I needed to take her advice. 

-- 

When I get home from the pap walk and the soup kitchen, Nate and Katrina head back to their homes. The sun had set well over an hour ago and the other cars that had been here when we left were now gone. All that remained now was Colby's car. From where I'm standing I can see my father's house and I see him sitting at his table in the kitchen. His head low as he reads the paper, if it wasn't so late I'd stop in, but I decide to wait to do that in the morning. Instead, I walk up the path leading to the front door, sliding my key in to let myself in. Once inside, I place my purse on the top of the coat rack and slide off my shoes. For a moment the house is quiet, but after a few more steps further into the house the sound of two voices echoes down the hallway.

"Of all the people you could hire to replace me, you had to pick Kat?"

Sam's voice bellows down the hall, nearly stopping me in my tracks. I can tell that they're in the living room, so I wait in the hall and listen for a moment. 

"What? She's good at her job and I thought it would be good for Emilia to have someone to talk to that has lived through what it's like to be in our family."

Colby's response is even toned, controlled and on the verge of spilling into something dark. I can mentally picture the look that's probably on his face as he says this and it fills me with dread. 

The same facial expression he'd had when he confronted his ex.

Not that he knew that I'd witnessed that. 

"You know exactly what. You knew it would hurt me and I had to find out by scrolling on Instagram? There's pictures of her with Emilia all over the place, I've been tagged in a million different articles because of this. And you made Emilia go out with her in front of the paparazzi. All because I started to fall for Emilia. All because I did the right thing and told you about how I felt. You decided to not only hurt me but drag Kat into it and take it a step further."

I feel my heart beat faster.

"You need to find someone new to have feelings for. Emilia is mine and only mine."

His voice cuts like a knife and I feel it deep inside of myself. I was only his and I didn't have the desire to be anyone else's, but hearing Sam accuse him of being calculating and Colby not denying it doesn't sit well with me. I know Sam has messed up a lot and he was the reason I was stuck in this mess, but that didn't stop the mixture of emotions running through me. 

"You know, I think the reason you're acting like this is because you know that the feelings I have for Emilia aren't completely one-sided. I think you've seen how she and I interact and some small part of you is afraid she'll decide to leave you. I think you know that you've hurt her before and she came running to me for a friend. I think you're afraid that one day she'll want more than friendship from me." 

I hear the couch skid across the hardwood of the living room, as if someone stood up really fast and with great force. I hear the faint sound of someone gasping for air and that's when I move forward. My feet carrying me into the living room and presenting the two brothers who stand, chest to chest. Colby has Sam's shirt balled up in his fists, his face unimaginably angry. 

"Stop this..."

I gasp, my heart pounding in my chest so hard that I fear they can hear it. Neither man moves from their positions, even though both pairs of blue eyes now stare back at me. 

"... I said stop this. Let Sam go and knock it off."

I speak with more command in my voice. Hoping that my tone conveys how serious I am. With a clenched jaw, Colby's fists let go of Sam's shirt. Sam takes a few steps back from Colby once he's been released and tries to control his breathing. 

"Sam, please go home. You both need to cool off and talk about this at another time." 

Sam doesn't speak, only nods as he pushes his body forward, his feet carrying him down the hallway and out of the house. He slams the door behind him, but neither Colby or I speak until we hear the sound of Sam's car pulling away. The same car that I hadn't seen when I walked into the house. Once we are alone, I shake my head in honest disgust and attempt to walk past Colby. Seeing me completely dismiss him pisses him off and I can tell because he grabs my hand as I'm walking past him. His touch is light as he forces me to look over at him. The anger he'd had still etched into his handsome face. 

"Emilia, I-"

He stops himself when he realizes that he doesn't know exactly what he wants to say. 

"What Colby? What else do you have to say? Because I heard what was said both earlier today and now and I am not thrilled."

His brow furrows for a moment as he contemplates what happened earlier, the look of confusion washing away as he remembers. The first tug at my heartstrings that had set this whole day in motion. Using my body and our baby to generate press was something I never thought he'd think to do before today. I'd always believed that was what his parent's doing, but now I don't know what to believe. 

"Emilia, like it or not you have improved the way that our family is perceived. People love you and they like that there's finally a good person in the family. I get emails all of the time with different headlines that rave about how good you are. How you care for the elderly and how you always take your time with the people you meet. I mean, today you chose to take Kat out to dinner at a soup kitchen. I gave you my card and told you to go wherever you wanted and you still chose to do something with the community. Like it or not, people feel connected to you and it's impacting our business. Sales are up and our social media is doing better than it ever has. For the first time, our family is in the news for good things."

I look back at Colby silently, contemplating how to process his words. On one hand, I believed in using the family name to do good with it. On the other hand, I didn't know how I felt about being used to generate publicity for the family. We had more money than we knew what to do with and it felt like we had publicity to spare. It didn't feel like we needed any more of it. I contemplate how I should feel and settle on an emotion when he opens his mouth again. 

"I thought you understood our arrangement." 

He whispers, the backside of his hand lightly brushes the side of my cheek. A feeling that normally felt comforting, but suddenly didn't anymore. Suddenly I'm angry. I take a step back from him, my arm out of his grasp. I know my face portrays the hurt I feel. 

"Is that all I am to you? Is it all she's going to be? An arrangement?"

The ‘she’ I'm referring to is our child, and the accusation causes him to look back at me blankly. I don't think he realized how his words came out, but now that he does, he's unsure of what to say next. 

"You're my entire world. My wife, my lifeline, and the mother of my child. But yes, there is an arrangement that we made from the start of our marriage and we have to see it through. I want us to do good things with this company, but I know that part of promoting a company is doing PR for it. What I said, I meant, I thought you understood that to do this we have to do other things. Like pap walks, public charity events, family photographs, and all the other bells and whistles. I didn't mean to make you think that I only saw you as an arrangement. You've always meant more to me than that."

Instantly, I feel guilty for interpreting his words the way that I did. Instantly, I feel like a complete asshole and I realize the only reason I interpreted things this way is because I didn't communicate with him. I feel silly and utterly ashamed of myself. I'd spent so much of my time trying to not communicate with him because I didn't want to bother him when he was dealing with so much shit that I ended up being the one in the wrong. The tears move to my eyes instantly, my head hanging low as I try to cover my face from him. I turn my back to him and fully allow myself to break down, a sob escaping me before I have the chance to silence it. I feel Colby's hand reach out to me, the palms of his hands light along my back, but I move away from him.

"No, I don't deserve comfort. I was the one who's been trying to not bother you with my shit and all I did was take it out on you. All I did was misinterpret what you said."

A faint humf passes his lips as he pulls me in against him, a bit more assertive this time. His chest is flush against my back as he breathes with me and lets me break. He doesn't say a single thing as I do this, not until I've finally calmed myself down a little. 

"Darling, I need you to talk to me. I can't help if you don't talk to me."

He kisses the side of my head as he says this, his voice calm. All traces of anger seem to have vanished from him. I lightly place my hands over the top of his as he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I don't know where to start and I fear that I don't have the right to feel what I feel. 

"I'm not doing the greatest. I know that your parents did bad things, but I can't shake what happened that night out of my head. I still see it all. The bodies, the blood, I hear the pop of the gun whenever there's a sound that's even remotely like it. I dream about it every night and sometimes I wake up screaming or gasping. I keep thinking I should've done something. I keep thinking that I don't have the right to be sad about this because it's your pain. I have to be strong for you and I'm not. I keep letting you down." 

I feel ridiculous when I say it. I feel selfish and above all, I am disappointed in myself. This was a really sensitive time in Colby's life and I was the one in need of comfort. I truly meant what I said when I told him I didn't deserve the comfort. But instead of getting angry with me or punishing me with a cruel remark, he continues to hold onto me. His lips are still at the side of my head as he continues to breathe with me, riding out the storm wrecking me from the inside out. 

"You've never let me down. Not once. Ever since you came into my life you've risen to every challenge that's been thrown in our direction. You've shown me love, kindness, and have supported me even when I didn't deserve it. If anything I've let you down and I'm sorry about that..." 

He pauses, loosening his grip on my waist so he can turn me to face him. He looks at me and the tears that had slowed but still existed. Sympathy finds his face, his hands moving to either side of my face. 

"...What happened in the garden was traumatic. Anyone who witnessed what you witnessed would be shaken up by it. I'm just happy that you weren't hurt too. When I found out what happened and the fact that they found you covered in blood I thought I was going to lose my mind. The paramedics wouldn't tell me what happened or if the blood was yours and I was so angry because you're my wife and I had the right to know what happened. It shook me to my core and I've been trying. I have noticed that things have been bothering you and I didn't want to say anything because I was worried I would bother you. I haven't been sleeping because I wake up in the middle of the night to make sure you're still next to me. To make sure you're still breathing. Sometimes I even have to touch your baby bump to make sure Nellie is okay. This entire thing has been a shit show, but no one is letting anyone down. We are getting through this and it's not going to be easy, but we are going to do it."

The tears in my eyes threaten to spill over again as I study him closely. I knew that we were both dealing with things in our own way. The week after the incident in the garden hadn't been as debilitating as it had become. The longer that time went on the harder it was to ignore the effects of everything that had happened. It was like a festering wound that neither of us wanted to admit was there. It was eating at the both of us and I was thankful that we were finally talking about it. Even if how we got here had been more dramatic than it should've been. With shaking hands I pull Colby in against me, giving him a firm hug. Hard enough that he makes a little 'oof' sound before resting his head on top of mine. I don't think I'd ever hugged him this tightly the entire time we've been together and I wish I'd done it sooner. Hugging him made me forget, even if it was for a moment, the pain I'd been feeling. 

"I love you so much Colby."

He lets out a hearty laugh, pulling back to look at me once more. 

"I love you too. So fucking much."

The longer he looks at me the more I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. The love I felt for him was unlike anything I'd ever felt before and sometimes that scared me, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He peers down at me and a look of mischief flashes in his eyes. A look that tells me he has something he wants to show me. Without saying a word he takes my hand in his and he guides me from the living room to the hallway leading to our bedrooms. The door of the nursery that he'd been working in earlier, was now closed and there was a massive bow on the outside of the door. My brows furrowed in confusion as he stopped me in front of the door. I look at my husband, still shirtless in his overalls, and can't help but wonder what I'm going to find on the other side of the door. 

"Open it." 

He whispers in excitement, his eyes bright and vibrant as if he's going to burst if I wait a second longer. Not wanting to make him wait a moment longer, I move my hands to the door knob and turn it. I'm unsure of what to expect as the door slowly swings open, but when I reach for the light inside the door and illuminate the room I'm in utter shock. The nursery, that had once been four white walls and bare floor boards, had completely transformed into my dream nursery. Just like one of the pinterest boards I'd created around the same time I started planning for the garden party. When I'd created it weeks ago, I had no idea that Colby would take those pictures and turn it into reality. The sage green walls that he'd painted earlier were finished. Along the walls, were different framed pictures I'd fallen in love with. The crib was completely built, the changing station, the two dressers, and chairs to sit and rock the baby. I see organizers filled with every single thing I was going to need. The diaper genie, the bottle heater, the towel warmers, and so much more. Along the ceiling are fairy lights and flower garlands, with pink roses. I can't believe that he did this, all for our little girl. 

"Do you like it? The guys and I worked hard on putting it together for you. I spent hours stressing over how to find everything you wanted. I know we are still early, but I wanted to get it done now so we wouldn't have to worry about it when it gets closer to having her." 

I'm too stunned to speak, my eyes moving to the completely filled closet of baby clothes. The door is ajar so I can see how much is inside. Along the floor of the closet are diapers. Everything is perfect and I feel myself getting emotional again because I didn't expect all of this. If you would've told me the first night I met Colby Brock that this would be where our lives took us I wouldn't have believed it. I never imagined the man I met that night would be so thoughtful and kind. 

"If you don't like it, I can fix it. I can redo whatever you want. Kris and Celina picked out all of the baby clothes because I know you like the way they dress you, but if you don't like it I can fix it-I"

He rambles, suddenly insecure with the work he'd done. But I don't allow him to continue his trip of self-doubt because I stop him by pressing my lips to his. At first he's still, his mind taking a second to process what is going on. However, once he does, he kisses me back with all that he has. It takes only seconds for me to rake my hands through his hair, earning a groan from him. It might've been because of the high tensions of the day, but all I wanted was him and I couldn't stop myself. From the moment I saw him in his overalls without a shirt I was doomed and now I just wanted to show him how much I appreciated everything he'd done for me. I break the kiss when I decide that another moment without air might make me faint. When I do, he looks at me through a glazed look of pure lust. His eyes are a darker shade of blue, his lips swollen from the kiss. He wants more and I can feel it. 

"If I'd know surprises made you this hot and bothered, I would've done it sooner."

My eyes move from his and down to his lips before returning to his eyes. Our chests are heaving in anticipation, both of us waiting to see what the other plans to do next. Both of us are waiting to see who makes the first move. I decided I can't wait for him to make that move because I need him and I need him now. So I move my hands to the overalls he's wearing and undo each strap, making the denim fall to his hips, completely exposing his torso to me. He watches me in quiet amusement as I slowly drag the fabric down, and I realize he'd not been wearing anything underneath the overalls. My lips part at the sight of his hardened cock as I pull the bottoms of the overalls down his legs. Once they’re completely down, he steps out of the fabric. He doesn’t allow me to make another move, instead he lifts me up, and carrying me bridal style. 

“If you want to have your way with me baby doll, we’re going to have to move this to our room.” 

The words fall from his lips in a heated, gruff groan. He holds me tightly as he carries me to our bedroom, four doors down. The second we are inside he locks the door behind us, guiding his lips to mine. He deepens the kiss and his tongue finds mine instantly. In the heat of the moment I focus on his lips, unaware of the fact that he’s walking us over to the bed. Without moving his lips from mine, he lays me down on the bed beneath him, my back lightly presssing against the comforter. Once he has me laid beneath him, his body straddles mine. I feel his fingers lift my knee length dress up my legs at a tantilizingly slow pace. He chuckles when he feels me shudder beneath him. Chills moving up my spine from the way that his fingers ghost along. When he reaches my underwear he wastes no time sliding them down my legs, breaking the kiss to lock eyes with mine. Slowly he pulls back away, his eyes never leaving mine as he decides to turn his attention to my soaked sex. I feel him pull the underwear the rest of the way off tossing them to the side carelessly. With the underwear off, he uses his hands to firmly pull my legs apart. 

“Come on baby, show daddy how wet I’ve made you.”

He rasps as the coolness of his rings on my exposed legs causes another chill to move up my spine. His head disapears between my thighs, he carefully licks my soaked folds. Earning a moan from me as he starts to eat me out. His tongue careful and deliberate as he works his magic on me. Each flick of his tongue delightfully sinful. He grips my thighs forcing them to stay where he wants them, not allowing me to move from this spot. Another moan falls from my lips as his tongue plays with my clit. I attempt to move my hands to his hair, but when I do he still his actions. He peers up at me from his place between my thighs, a look of warning burninge deep within his eyes. 

“Now baby doll, I want you to keep your hands to yourself. I’m doing what I want to this sweet little pussy tonight. If you touch me, I’ll stop, got it?”

He waits for me to nod in response, but my mind is hazy as I try to focus on doing whatever I can to get him to continue. 

“I got it Colbs. P-Please just f-fucking keep going.” 

A smirk moves to his lips when he hears how desperate I am. How willing I am to listen to whatever he says. After a moment his head disapears between my thighs once more. He resumes his actions, his tongue more demanding than before. Going deeper than before. Each flick of his tongue brings me closer to the edge. Helplessly I grab the fabric of our comforter, holding it as tightly as I can as my nerves build up in the pit of my stomach. I feel my legs getting weaker and shaking as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. At any second I knew I was going to cum and I can tell that he knows it too. I can practically feel his smirk as he flicks his tongue deeper and I find I cannot stop myself from letting out a breathy whimper. 

“Darling, be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s tongue.” 

His words are slightly muffled as he says them against my clit. The moment that he gives me permission to let go I can’t help but comply. The feeling of unfiltered bliss washes over me as I cum all over his tongue. He laps it up like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, not stoping until he’s gotten every last drop. It’s only once he’s gotten his fill that he returns his lips to mine. His kiss firm and assertive.

 I taste myself on his lips.

And I’m wet all over again. 

“Do you like how your little pussy tastes?” 

He asks in between kisses, his head dipping into the crook of my neck. The tips of his hair brushes lightly along my skin as he starts to mark me. 

“My wife’s sweet, needy, pussy that belongs to me and only me.”

I lay there and let him wage war on my skin, my neck tilting to give him better access. God he felt so good, but I knew he’d feel better buried inside of me. I gasp as he bites down on my collar bone, my body compelely at his mercy. 

“C-Colby…” I whine.

“.... Please.” I can’t formulate actual words, I can’t think of anything other than his mouth on my neck. Carefully he pulls my dress up along my body, exposing more skin with every inch he reveals. Again, I feel his smirk on my skin without needing to see it.

“Please what baby? You need to use your words.” He speaks with such a condescending tone, but I can’t bring myself to care as I feel my need for him growing more desperate. I feel my dress lift up, Colby stilling his actions long enough to pull the dress off of my arms and up over my head. He doesn’t show that much care to my bra as he rips it off of me. 

A thoughtless casualty of Colby Brock’s ruthless desire.

At the sight of my exposed chest, his eyes seem to darken a few shades. His left hand reaches for my right breast as his mouth moves to my right nipple. He playfully tuggs at my nipple with is teeth and I’m reminded of how much I wanted him inside of me. How I still hadn’t finished my previous request. 

“C-Colby I need your cock inside of me. Please.”

I sound pathetic, but the whine amuses his him. He moves hand from my chest to push me slightly to the side, his mouth never leaving my breast. He positions me so I’m laying on my right side, my legs carefully facing away from him. Forcibly pulling his mouth from my breast he lays behind me, his hardend cock ready to fuck me from the side. He places his lips on my back as he pushes inside of me slowly. The angle allows him to fuck me deeper and I can’t help but gasp. 

“Since you asked so nicely. I guess I’ll give my girl what she wants.”

He starts to thrust inside of me. He holds my body on its side, keeping me in place. He places sloppy kisses up my spine until he pushes my hair to the side and his lips find the back of my neck. He moans, his hands firm on my hips, his cock thrusting inside of me at a feverish speed. He feels so good fucking me, my walls start to tighten around his cock, naturally getting closer to the edge. He groans as he feels me tighten around him and his actions quicken. 

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum. You got that baby doll? You’re my girl and I’m going to fill up your sweet pussy with my cum.”

I whimper as I feel my sex tightening around him, my body seconds away from coming apart against him. 

“Yes, daddy. Please fill me up with every drop of your cum.”

He breathes against the back of my neck, the sensation hot. I wait to feel him cum before I let myself do the same. I loved to feel his cock twitch inside of me, to feel him fill me completely. I enjoy the feeling for only a second before allowing myself to cum. He holds me tightly as our bodies lay there exhausted. 

“I love you.” 

I state after a few minutes of silence, our ragged breathing filling the room around us. I feel him pull out of me, my body suddenly feeling empty without him inside of me. Slowly I sit up in the bed, my hair a complete mess of curls that fall to the middle of my back. I feel his eyes on me as he remains next to me on the bed. I give myself a moment to collect myself and as I do I feel the weight of everything that had happened today hit me all at once. 

“I love you too…” He whispers, his hands reaching for me. I glance over my shoulder and give my husband a smile. I wish that things had been easier for the both of us. But I had to believe that all of this happened for a reason. It was the only way that I could make sense of it. Seeming to sense what I was thinking, Colby sighs.

“...Whatever happens next Emilia. It’s you and me. Until death we do part.” 

#colby brock #colby brock fanfic #colby brock smut #sam and colby #sam and colby smut #sam and colby fanfiction #colby brock imagine #colby x reader

[squadxx4392]

Jegulus as angsty song lyrics (from previous list posted)

(If The World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels)

James : I know, you know, we know, you weren't down for forever and it's fine

Regulus : Think I figured out how, how to think about you without it ripping my heart out

(Rewrite the Stars by Zac Efron and Zendaya)

James : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied

Regulus : You know I want you, it's not a secret I tried to hide, but I can't have you, we're bound to break and my hands are tied

(when the party's over by Billie Eilish)

James : Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin', but nothin' ever stops you leavin', quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Regulus : But nothin' is better sometimes, once we've both said our goodbyes, let's just let it go, let me let you go

(Daylight by David Kushner)

James : Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, you and I drink the poison from the same vine, oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

Regulus : Tellin' myself it's the last time, can you spare any mercy that you might find, if I'm down on my knees again? Deep down, way down, Lord, I try, try to follow your light, but it's night time, please, don't leave me in the end

(Astronomy by Conan Gray)

James : We've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything from Saturn to Mars, as much as it seems like you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

Regulus : We're two worlds apart, stop trying to keep us alive, you're pointing at stars in the sky that already died, stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died

(Bubblegum by Clairo)

James : Sorry I didn't kiss you, but it's obvious I wanted to, bubble gum down my throat and it's a curse, but my luck couldn't get any worse

Regulus : You look so nice in your shirt, it's sad because it just hurts, I'd do anything for you, but would you do that for me, too?

(Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens)

James : The evil it spread like a fever ahead, it was night when you died, my firefly, what could I have said to raise you from the dead? Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July? Well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

Regulus : The hospital asked should the body be cast, before I say goodbye, my star in the sky, such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth, do you find it all right, my dragonfly?, Shall we look at the moon, my little loon, why do you cry? Make the most of your life, while it is rife, while it is light, well you do enough talk, my little hawk, why do you cry? Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn? Or the Fourth of July? We're all gonna die

(Heather by Conan Gray)

James : I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you

Regulus : But I watch your eyes as she, walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerized while I die

(I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry)

James : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you

Regulus : I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along, you took my broken melody, and now I hear a symphony

(lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid)

James : Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here, even if it takes all night or a hundred years, ned a place to hide, but I can't find one near, wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear

Regulus : Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone, tear me to pieces, skin to bone, hello, welcome home

(Train Wreck by James Arthur)

James : Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words, find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck

Regulus : Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now, not ready to die, not yet, pull me out the train wreck, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out, ah, pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

(Something in the Orange by Zach Bryan)

James : But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun, something in the orange tells me we're not done

Regulus : To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am, where the hell am I supposed to go? I poisoned myself again, something in the orange tells me you're never coming home

(Two Birds by Regina Spektor)

James : Two birds on a wire (oh-oh-oh), one says, "C'mon" and the other says, "I'm tired", the sky is overcast and I'm sorry (oh-oh-oh), one more or one less, nobody's worried

Regulus : Two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away, and the other watches him close from that wire, he says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

(Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin)

James : Now I'm grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and I know that it's only a wish, and that we're not standing by the water fountain

Regulus : Now he's grabbing her hips, and pulling her in, kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear, and she knows that she shouldn't listen, and that she should be with me by the water fountain

#lgbtq #harry potter #marauders #jegulus #gay #these songs are so them #sunseeker #starchaser #james x regulus #james potter #regulus black #this is actually so depressing tbh-

[am-i-obsessed---maybe]

Type-40 (10th doctor x GN!Reader)

New year new fics, new fandom. Welcome to my doctor who brain rot! I'd say ,my new year's resolution is to post more but I wouldn't wanna get your hopes up. Either way I hope you enjoy this:)

Summery: The doctor gets a strange distress signal from a long dead planet in the middle of a long dead galaxy in gallifreyan.

Wordcount: 2.1k

Part 2

Series Masterpost

Stuck. You were stuck on an isolated, uninhabited planet, in the middle of a long dead galaxy with a broken Tardis. Any other time you’d simply fix it like you’ve done a thousand times before but that wasn’t an option now. The central processing computer— the one that held the Tardis’s AI— was worse than shot. It was destroyed beyond recognition by the Dalek ships that chased you to this abandoned rock. Without the processor the Tardis was dead, worse, she was dying with no chance of repair. Without her AI she will slowly shut down until her final parts die. 

You did what you could to conserve power for as long as you could, sent out a distress signal and waited. And waited. And waited. 

You weren’t sure how long you waited for but by the time you reached the last of your Tardis’s power reserve even the chameleon circuit that had disguised it as a cave among the planet’s rocky terrain had shut down. You were left inside a gray column that was bigger on the inside. The lights on the control circuit have shut down and you stared at the final blinker still on. The last sign that your Tardis was still alive. 

“Come on old girl, you can do it. Just fight a little bit more” You tried to encourage, not that it would do anything. Before you crashed your Tardis had been alive, powered by such a strong, advanced AI that it might as well have been alive but since the crash, well, it was like she was brain dead in a hospital. Every other part of her slowly dying until there was nothing left.

When that final blinker went out you sat down, under the main control panel, mourning in a way. You’d traveled with this Tardis for 300 years, it had seen three bodies and had been with you for three lifetimes and now she was gone and with her your way off this planet. You would die soon too. You were sure of that right up until a strange noise came from outside. 

The planet you were on was uninhabited to the point of not being able to support life. It was a giant rock. 

Nothing made noise but the occasional earthquake or a solar flare from the nearby sun. 

Neither sounded like the sound coming from outside right now. It was a sort of whooshing though that wasn't quite right. It was much closer to a vworp than a whoosh. 

Deciding to find the cause of the noise before the Tardis’s air bubble vanished. 

You opened the door carefully and peered out. 

Outside on the once barren rock field you’d been stranded on for who knows how long stood a big blue box. A big blue box that read, “Police public call box” on it. A man came out of the box showing you a peak of the inside, it was bigger on the inside. It was a Tardis!

Without delay you opened the door and went out to meet your savior. 

“Oh thank the stars you’re here, I was beginning to think no one had gotten my message” You said and the man watched you with weary eyes. 

“How did you get that?” He asked. 

“What?” 

“How did you get that column, the one you came out of, how did you get it?” He asked, making sure to keep a distance between himself and you. 

“It’s mine. I was piloting it and then I got shot down and stranded here.” You said although the man didn’t seem to believe you. 

“How could you pilot a Tardis? That’s what it is by the way, a Tardis. Stands for—” 

“Time and relative dimension in space, yes I know. I’m a timelord just like you, although why your Tardis is stuck in the form of that dingy blue box I don’t know. It really should have camouflaged itself by now” You said, cutting him off. 

“Oi! I like that dingy blue box” He immediately defended and you raised your hands in surrender. 

“Alright, no need to get your panties in a twist. Although with your blue box and blue suit you do look a bit obsessive” You said, motioning to the blue suit the man wore. It wasn’t the same shade as his Tardis but it was close and his messy brown hair only served to make him look more obsessive— like some kind of mad blue scientist. Not that his skin was blue. It was a very nice pale beige. 

“I’m not— That’s not important, did you say you were a timelord?” He asked and you nodded. 

“Of course. Who else uses a Tardis?” You questioned. 

“But that’s, that’s not possible” He said and he began to pace. 

“That’s not possible” He repeated. 

“I’m sorry and why not? Are you here to help me or not?” You asked. You were beginning to lose your patience with this strange man. 

“Yes but I— I didn’t think— It’s not possible, that—” The man rambled. 

“You’re not making any sense, you haven’t even told me your name” You told the man and he almost seemed to snap out of his trance.

“Right! Of course, I’m the Doctor” He said, holding out his hand for you to shake and you did. 

“I’m Y/N” You said and he smiled. 

“Y/N, it’s good to meet you Y/N” He said then took out a sonic screwdriver and approached your Tardis. 

“You said this was your Tardis?” He asked and you nodded though he was standing in front of you scanning it so he couldn’t see. 

“It was destroyed by Daleks. I’ve been stranded here ever since” You explained. 

“And how long’s that been?” He asked. 

“I’m not sure” You answered. “Could have been days, could have been weeks. There isn’t much way to tell on this barren rock. No seasons changing, no sun setting, nothing” You explained. 

As you were talking the Doctor turned his attention away from your Tardis and onto you, using his sonic screwdriver to scan you and then carefully examine the readings. 

“You really are a Timelord” He said once he’d read through them, there was a sense of awe and something else in his voice. Guilt, it was terrible, terrible guilt. 

“Like I said” You replied cheekily, as if it was obvious. To you it was.  

“Now are you going to take me home or not?” You asked but the mention of home changed his face from one of joy to that of sorrow. 

“What’s that look for?” You asked. The man before you was making less and less sense the longer you spoke to him and a part of you wanted to just take his Tardis and leave.

“Home… Gallifrey…”

“Yes, Gallifrey, home of the Timelords, located in the constellation of Kasterborous in the seven systems,that Gallifrey” You said sarcastically. 

“Y/N, Gallifrey is gone. It has been for years” The Doctor said but you scoffed.

“Nonsense. I was just there, I couldn’t have been stuck here for more than a few weeks at most” You said but this time the doctor cut you off, putting both his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to steady you. 

“It’s gone. I’m sorry” He said and you wiggled your way out of his hold and away from him.

“No,” You said. 

You turned around and ran into the Doctor’s Tardis, already flicking at the controls when he came in after you. 

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing? That’s my Tardis” He said but you ignored him. 

“Hey!” He called out and pushed you away from the controls but it was too late and the Tardis took off through time and space. When the Doctor checked the monitor he saw where you’d set it to go. Gallifrey. 

“Y/N it won’t be there” He said. 

“You’re wrong. I don’t know what kind of sick joke this is but it isn’t funny. I don’t even know you” You told him and once you heard the Tardis’s vwooshing you rushed outside only to almost fall into the vacuum of space. 

You were sure you input the right coordinates so why weren’t you on your home planet. 

“Well your Tardis really is defective Doctor, it can’t even fly right” You said but the Doctor grabbed hold of you again. 

“Y/N, my Tardis is fine, these are the right coordinates” He said and you turned your head to take a quick look at the monitor. He was right. 

“I told you, Gallifrey’s gone” He said.

“That can’t— No that’s not possible” You turned back to look out the still open door. It was still empty space. 

“But that means…” You trailed off. 

“You were stuck for years. I’m sorry” He said and you slowly walked back to the monitor, pressing some buttons and bringing up the Tardis’s last location. The planet you were stranded on. 

It was a long dead planet in a long dead galaxy on the outskirts of space. 

“The time dilation. To me it felt like a few weeks at most but to the rest of the universe…”

“It was years” The doctor said, finishing your sentence. 

You turned to him, eyes glassy but no tears falling.

“What happened to them?” You said but the look on the Doctor’s face told you everything. 

“The Time War, we lost, didn’t we” You said and the Doctor nodded but you felt something, or more saw something. Turning to him your face morphed from sorrow to anger. 

“No, we didn’t lose. It wasn’t the Daleks who destroyed Gallifrey was it?” You asked, the Doctor’s guilt finally made sense. 

“Y/N” He tried to say but he couldn’t. 

“It was you wasn’t it?! I remember you now. You have a new face but I remember the Doctor! The warrior, the fighter, you destroyed them didn’t you? Didn’t you?” You yelled, pushing him against one of the antler-like pillars that surrounded the console. 

“You killed them all” You said and he didn’t deny it. 

“Yes. Yes I killed them, I destroyed Gallifrey” He admitted. He looked pathetic. Tears in his eyes and voice uneven. You could barely even stay mad at him with the sheer amount of guilt radiating off of him. 

“I had no choice. It was Gallifrey or the universe” He said. 

“And you destroyed my home. Our home.” You said solemnly.

“It was the only way to end it” He said, though he sounded more like he was trying to convince himself than you. 

You took a seat on the top step leading to the console and the doctor sat beside you. 

“Are there any others?” You asked but he shook his head. 

“I thought I was alone until I met you,” He said. “the last living timelord. A relic of a bygone era” 

“Where have you been? I mean this thing’s old but she obviously still works” You said. 

“All over the place, every planet in every galaxy, or I will be” He said and you chuckled. 

“You sound like an academy student” You said.

“I was one, a long time ago” He said.

The two of you just sat there for a while. Neither knowing what to say. 

You were the last of your kind in the place where your planet used to be. 

“You could come with me, you know. It’s always better to travel with someone” The doctor said and you turned to him. 

“You’ve just met me” You said, almost as if you were reminding him. 

“Well then let’s get to know each other!” He said, excitedly jumping up and running to the console. 

“Where have you always wanted to go? Let’s go there, talk, explore, travel partners, why not?” He said, he sounded like a little kid on his birthday. 

You stood up and slowly made your way to the console. 

“Before I was shot down I was on my way to Delphon to do some more research into their language structure” You said, your tone almost teasing the idea and the Doctor smiled. 

“I love it! Setting a course now” He said and began running around the console trying to do everything on his own. 

You came up beside him and flipped a switch, turning off the brakes. 

“You really shouldn’t leave your brakes on” You teased, flipping a few more switches and inputting a few things into the computer to help. 

“Where did you get this thing anyways? A type-40 like this should be in a museum” You mention and he smirked. 

“Stole it” He said and you were off. 

#doctor who #10th doctor #tenth doctor #doctor who x reader #bbc doctor who #gender neutral reader #timelord reader #doctor who x timelord reader #gn reader #reader insert

[darkbluekies]

Toxic spring breeze

Yandere!doctor OC x reader (y/n)

Summary: you ask the doctor to go outside for a little while. He grants you the wish, but quickly realizes that it was a bad idea.

Warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, poisoning, slight hint at suggestive stuff(?), jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

The sun shines through the curtains. You're shoving spoonful after spoonful of Mac N cheese into your mouth with your gaze fixed on the treetop outside.

"Good morning, Y/N-", Dr Kry says as he enters.

You cut him off. "Can I go out today?"

The doctor halts in his steps with a surprised yet confused frown on his face.

"Why would you want that?" he asks. "What made you think of that?"

"It's so nice outside!" you say and point at the window. "It looks really nice."

"Y/N …"

"Please, doctor. Just for a few minutes. Maybe the fresh air will make me feel better."

That's what he's scared of. If you ever found out about your poisoned air purifier, you'd never be able to love him.

"Can't we just open the window?" Dr Kry asks.

"It's not the same", you pout. "I want to move my body."

"I can book out the hospital gym-"

"Doctor!"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"I want to go out!"

He sighs and runs his hand through his blonde hair. For a few seconds, he thinks about what to do, contemplating the outcomes.

You get out of your bed and walk over to him. Your doe eyes that he finds irresistible meet his.

"Please", you plead. "I'd really appreciate it. I won't ask for anything else for the rest of the week. I'll stay in my room at all times."

Dr Kry sighs and nods. "Alright, fine. I'll let you out in the hospital's yard."

"Thank you so much!"

You're about to hug him, but back away at the last moment. He is not your friend, although he's been nice. He's your … caretaker. There should be some professionalism between the two of you.

"You can't walk outside in that hospital dress", Dr Kry says.

"But I don’t have any other clothes …"

Dr Kry smiles. Perfect.

"Don't worry", he says. "I have some for you. Wait here, okay?"

You nod. He disappears only to return with a black, sophisticated coat.

"Arms out", he orders.

You listen. He places the coat over your body and fixes the buttons for you. With a satisfied smile he nods for you to walk over to the door. He thinks you look oh so adorable in his clothes. So little and helpless.

"Come here, Y/N", he says, showing you to the elevators. "Let's not take the stairs. You're not that strong."

"That's mean …"

He presses the ground floor button. "I don't mean it in a hurtful way, dear. I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I want to start working out so I can get stronger. I want to go home."

Dr Kry gulps. Not those thoughts again. He'll have to make your air worse to make you weaker. Hopefully, it won't affect you too much.

"Yeah … maybe we can … arrange that", he mumbles and clears his throat.

You look at yourself in the elevator mirror.

"Oh …", you say sadly, fingers touching your cheek. "I look horrible …"

"What?" Dr Kry says in shock. How could you ever say that about yourself? "No, you don't!"

"Ever since I got into the hospital my skin has been dull and gotten a weird dead hue."

"I think you look good."

"My eyes … they look so different. Why do they look dead too?"

"Y/N, it's all in your head. You look perfect, I promise."

You give him the most beautiful doe eyes that makes him melt. He wants to take you in his arms and show you how beautiful you are to him … but that isn’t deemed professional. He has to restrain himself.

You step out of the elevator when you reach the ground floor. Dr Kry puts his hand on your back and directs you out through the main entrance without anyone disturbing you. He takes you out to the hospital's garden — a place where patients can relax with a bit of fresh air. You shiver at the fresh air and Dr Kry contemplates bringing you inside again. The very thought of having you outside in the while terrifies him.

“You’ve gotten some fresh air now, let's go inside again”, Dr Kry says.

“No!” you whine and point at a green wooden bench. “I want to sit on that bench for a while.”

“Fine.”

He brings you over to the bench and you sink down on the cold surface. You breathe in and out with a small smile on your face while the doctor besides you looks around. He notices how people's gazes are sticking onto you. Clueless patients who might find you interesting and nurses who wonder why they’re not allowed to see you anymore. Everyone’s eyes are enemies, threats.

“I feel better”, you say. “Maybe I should go out more often?”

Dr Kry curses under his breath. This was a stupid decision, he shouldn’t have brought you out here. Your coughing brings his attention back to you. The change in air must have made your throat drier than a dessert.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Dr Kry asks worriedly. “Should we go inside?”

You shake your head. “I need … I need water.”

“Let’s go inside and get you a glass.”

You shake your head. He never lets you go out. You’re scared that if you go inside with him again, you won’t go out for another six months. Dr Kry sighs and decides to run inside and get you a water bottle from the cafeteria.

“Stay here, okay?” Dr Kry says. “You have to stay here, do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes, I get it”, you answer and curl up in his coat. “I’ll stay here.”

“Good …”

He sets off, heart burning in his chest. You cough again, your head starts feeling light and you lie down on the bench to rest. Everything's spinning.

"Oh miss, are you alright?" a nurse asks and walks over to you. She lifts up your head gently to get a good view of you. "What happened?"

"My head …", you mumble.

"You had a doctor with you, where'd he go?"

"He went to get some water for me … he'll be back soon."

"I'll supervise you until he comes back."

She lets you rest your head in her lap for some support. You're waiting for whatever’s going on to end. Minute by minute, the ability to breathe starts slipping out of your hands. Why can't you breathe?

"What the fuck is going on?" you hear a strained voice ask through gritted teeth.

You freeze and lift up your heavy head to see Dr Kry stand over you and the nurse. Without thinking, you reach for the water bottle. Instead, Dr Kry pulls you up by the limb with such force that you're up and flying. He catches you with one arm and holds you secure to his chest. You lean your heavy heart on him and hear how his hammering heart beats across his ribs.

"Don't touch my patient without my consent", Dr Kry hisses. "Mind your own fucking patients."

Before the woman can answer, Dr Kry has set off. You're pulled along like a rag doll in his possession. This reminds you of that boy that escaped his therapist …

"Doctor", you cough. "Water."

He stops abruptly and looks at you with blank eyes. The clear air is drying up the poison that has created a layer over your throat. He contemplates giving the bottle to you. As angry as he is, he can't be mad at you. You haven't done anything wrong. You can never do anything wrong. He sighs and places you down on a bench near the hospital's entrance.

"How are you feeling, pretty?" Dr Kry asks softly. "You don't look too well. We should go back to your room where you're safe."

Your shaky hands reach for the water bottle. His heart bubbles at the sight of you in his big coat, weakly reaching for him. He smiles darkly and opens the water bottle.

"Open your mouth, pretty", he says smugly.

You obey. He holds one hand softly on your jaw to make sure you won't turn your head and spill water all over yourself. Carefully and with precision, he pours a stream of water into your mouth. The plastic touches your lips.

"Better?" he asks.

You nod. "A little. What happened?"

Dr Kry sits down next to you, his eyes wandering over the parking lot.

"I think you're allergic to fresh air", he says.

"How can someone be like that?" you ask in disbelief.

He fights the urge to grimace and roll his eyes. "Okay, not fresh air particularly because that'd be insane … but something in the air. Your air in your room is made perfectly for you, you've gotten used to it. Now that you breathe air that contains all kinds of pollution and pollen and what not, your lungs can't take it."

You curl up inside his coat in fear. If you can't breathe fresh air, how will you ever leave the hospital? And this moment with the nurse reminds you so much of that situation with that boy. You remember what Dr Kry told you happened to him afterwards. Desperate for something to hold, to feel something, you take his big hand. He flinches and looks down at your smaller hand trying to take a grip on his bigger one.

"I'm scared", you admit.

Dr Kry strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.

"You don't need to be afraid, darling", he murmurs. "You don't need to do anything, don't even need to fill your pretty little head with thoughts. I'll think for you. All you need to think about is to rest, okay?"

You nod. He holds the water bottle to your lips again and you gulp it down. The doctor moves his eyes to your throat, watching it move with every gulp. Mesmerized, he doesn't realize that you're done. You push his hand away and he flinches, coming back to reality. His coat,your chin and a bit of your hair is drenched in water.

"Are you trying to drown me?" you cough.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry!" Dr Kry apologizes and closes the bottle. "Let me help you back in."

He pulls you up and places his arm around your shoulder as he leads you into the hospital again. The twenty minutes outside has drained your body of the little energy you have nowadays.

"Doctor", you say quietly as you enter the elevator.

"Yes?" he answers.

"I'm tired."

"I know, sweetheart. You'll get to sleep soon."

Dr Kry helps you back into your room and tucks you in. He closes the curtains and makes sure the poisoned air purifier is turned on.

"I'll see you in an hour", he smiles. "By then I'll have some snacks for you."

"Chocolate?"

"Your favorites."

You smile weakly. Dr Kry smiles and leaves the room. As you fall asleep, he makes his way through the corridors. The very same bottle you drank from now grace his lips as he tries to get any taste from you. He thinks back of that nurse. He knows exactly where she works and who her patients are. Dr Kry smiles for himself. She won't have any patients for long. And when the boss notices … she will no longer have a job. That's what she gets for touching his darling.

#yandere #yandere talks #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere x oc #yandere x you #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere x reader #yandere doctor #dr kry oc #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot

[juniperwoodwell]

Proud

Flip Zimmerman x F!Reader

Word count: 700

Warning(s): Slight sexual harassment, cursing, typical stuff for that era.

A/n: I apologize if Flip is very OOC, I haven't seen the movie but I saw a few fics and needed to write something for him. That man is just so fine 🥵❤️

@kylowritten Here you go!❤️

It was late one saturday night, and Y/n had invited Flip to a small club, persuading him by offering to buy him a beer. He wasn't going to say no to his best girl, but a free beer would always be appreciated.

Flip watched Y/n from the bar as she danced.

To him, she was the most beautiful person in the room, dressed in her cherry red low-cut top and black high-waisted bell bottoms.

He was surprised when he picked her up to see her in something more revealing than what she'd usually wear, but he was proud of her for stepping out of her comfort zone, not that he didn't like the regular modest clothing. One downside he wasn't so keen about was that almost every other guy had their eye on her. He just knew how beautiful she was, and now she was beginning to see it too.

Flip wasn't a jealous guy, though that didn't mean he liked other men looking at his girl with lust in their eyes. But he trusted her and knew she could take care of herself.

"Hey, Sweetheart, Wanna come back to my place?" A very unpleasant voice spoke close to Y/n's ear; she froze completely when his hands landed on her hips.

The man reeked of something she couldn't decern. Y/n pushed his hands off her hips and turned to face the man.

 "No, Thank you." She said plainly and began walking to the bar where Flip was watching closely.

The man grabbed her wrist; Y/n instantly turned around and backhanded him.

"I told you no. Now let me go."

 "Aw, come on, sweetheart. Don't play hard to get."

 "She's not" Flip stood behind Y/n, pulling her wrist from the man's grasp, wrapping his arm around her waist before she could send a punch to the man's face. She squirmed in Flip's hold, but he wouldn't let up.

"Who the fuck are you?" The guy asked,

"Her Boyfriend. Now I suggest you leave."

 "Why? What're you gonna do? Start a fight?" The guy put up his fists.

"No. Worse. I let her go, and you'll be in a hospital bed." Flip let his grip on her loosen; Y/n went to lunge at the man, making him take a step back. But Flip caught her before she could take a hit; He held her wrists against her chest with one hand and the other on her waist, her back pressed flush against his chest.

 "Leave. Now. For your own sake."

 The man looked at Flip and then at Y/n.

"Fucking bitch." he hissed out as he left quickly.

Y/n was breathing heavily as she stared into the space where the man had been before; Flip wasn't planning to let her go until she calmed down. He knew her past and secrets, and he wasn't going to allow history to repeat itself.

 When he realized she wouldn't calm down, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other holding her wrists, her head resting on his shoulder as she sighed.

He took her outside and sat her on the hood of his truck. Y/n watched as he took off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Y/n, Sweetheart." The nickname sounded like honey coming from him. "You okay?" his voice was laced with concern. She nodded.

"Use your words." his tone had a slight sternness to it this time; he wouldn't believe her until she gave him a verbal response.

 "Yeah, Baby. I'm okay," she spoke, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Flip shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for-"

 "But- But if I wasn't wearing this stupid outfit-"

 "Stop it. Right now. You have no control over other people's actions. You look gorgeous in that outfit, and You know it. You are becoming more confident every day and I'm so proud of you. So don't you dare blame yourself for that asshole's decisions"

"Thank you for stopping me from doing something I'd regret," Flip chuckled and pulled her by the waist to the edge of the hood, wedging himself between her knees. His hands rested on her thighs.

 "I wouldn't have liked to arrest my girlfriend. Again." He teased, and Y/n rolled her eyes,

"That wasn't my fault." She defended as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"I'm Sorry." She whispered against his lips. Flip pulled back only slightly; his brows knitted in worry.

"For?" he asked, gently rubbing patterns into her thighs with his thumbs.

"I never bought you that beer I promised." She pouted, Flip smirked as he kissed her pouty lips, his hands sliding their way up her thighs to her waist, the tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband and slightly pulling the fabric away from her waist.

 "That's alright, honey. You can make it up to me."

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[chatsurie]

Big scary biker

It was a scary feeling. So now, twenty years after her mother had first given her the advice she did what she had once told her.

The young woman had first acknowledged that she actually was being followed after she had taken the third nonsensical turn and was now to add on to everything happening lost as well. The only thing helping her even the smallest amount that she knew what district she was in.

Kabukicho.

And even that didn't really help her predicament knowing exactly what went bump in the night here. Now it being ten at night this last thing really just added on to her already horrendous day. And even worse, her follower was slowly getting more and more cosy. Starting to holler at her and progressively reducing the distance between the two.

So yes. In Kabukicho at night without a damn way to defend herself because she had figured she could do the way to and from her university without her pepper spray, she remembered the advice her mother had given her as a five year old.

'Go and find the meanest looking biker around.'

Shouldn't be that difficult here, right? Sure she wasn't a child anymore so the strict ' we don't harm children' policy didn't apply to her anymore, but you couldn't fault a girl for trying. If worst came to worst maybe they would end up fighting over who would get to have her and she could make a quick get away then.

Nearly in a jog now, she quickened her steps. Maybe she would even find a street that wasn't seemingly abandoned and she would be able to just loose him in the bustle of the night?

Please?

This couldn't happen to her.

So deep in her thoughts and still most concerned with the man behind her still gaining on her, she nearly missed the opening door of a bar just a few meters ahead of her.

A man had stepped out. There was something about his posture leaning against the railing while taking a drag from his cigarette that was frighteningly familiar.

That couldn't be, right? But then again, she didn't think she would ever forget the way he held himself.

“Wakasa?” she whispered. Wakasa Imaushi had once been one of her greatest fear having lived in the same neighbourhood as him and therefore in the same neighbourhood he had ran his Gang in. Her twin brother had lost some money to him from time to time. Sometimes coming home late and beaten up by some of Wakasa's cronies. Whenever she had seen him outside she had crossed the street and kept her head down. The thought of avenging her brother for all the pain he had had to tolerate never even crossing her mind after the first time she had looked into his frighteningly bored eyes.

Now, that same Wakasa seemed like a saving grace.

If it were any other situation she might have considered that the way life liked to play her at the moment could be considered funny. Now however, she simply sped up again.

However before she could completely reach him, she felt a hand clamp around her wrist.

“I think you've played hard to get for enough time now. Come on Babe, come home with me. I can show you a good time.”

The grip he had on her itched on her skin.

“I don't want to,” She told the man clearly, “just leave me the fuck alone!”

The stranger rolled his eyes starting to pull her into him, while she struggled. “Come on. I know you want it too.”

“No, I fucking don't fucking creep! I'll scream if you don't let go of me right now!” The young woman spat at him as sharp as her terrified state let her.

“And what? Think that guy over there would save you? Baby. He's what five foot something? I'd body him in a second. Don't tell me you wanna be responsible for someone ending up in the hospital?”

God he was fucking gross. And hurting Wakasa? She had never seen anyone come even close. Trying to kick him in his balls to get just the tiniest bit closer to the white Leopard failed horrendously as he simply blocked her. She hadn't been fast enough.

She really needed some fucking training. What if she ended up in a similar situation again?

“That was a dirty move, Darling.” The man snapped, starting to twist her wrist.

That was enough.

“Wakasa!” The scream was accompanied with an excruciating crack of her wrist.

She wasn't able to turn around to see if the man had heard her. She was much too occupied trying to get out of the man's grip that hurt even more now. Tears slowly building in her eyes.

Please. Please he had to have heard her!

She didn't have to wander much longer as a well known drawl was heard behind her.

“What 'cha doing with the lady, man?” He had always sounded uninterested in everything but when you knew him you were able to detect a certain coldness. One she had had to hear often enough during her childhood, while hiding behind her brother terrified.

Now that she thought about it, at least he had never broken a fucking bone.

“None of your business, pal. Move along and just forget what you saw. Nothings going on here. My girlfriends just drunk.”

“Girlfriend, huh?” The experienced fighter whispered nearly to himself, “is that what they call this shit these days? Man I'm getting old. Ya know,” he went on a bit louder, while putting a hand on the strangers wrist in turn, “I know this one quite well. And I know for a fact woman's smart enough to not be with someone like you. So I'll be real nice here and give you one last chance to let go of someone who's under my fucking protection.”

The man who was still holding her wrist in a hurtful way spat on the ground next to Wakasa's feet. “What you got a crush on her? We can share ya know?”

That seemed to be the last straw the man had needed. She had only heard a whooshing sound as Wakasa's foot made contact with the man's stomach, finally freeing her hand as he stumbled backwards.

“Get into the fucking bar,” Wakasa told her an angry glimmer in his eyes, “Shin and Benkei are there too.” She had never seen him that angry.

Nodding at him she whispered a small thanks before basically sprinting to the bar still a little distance away.

She remembered Shinichiro clearly. Wakasa had mellowed down just the tiniest bit, after he had joined the charismatic man. Shin had always been nice to her brother and her.

And now, looking at him, seemingly unsuccessfully trying to chat up the waitress, it seemed like he had never changed.

Cradling her wrist against her chest she slowly made her way up to the two men as Benkei laughed at Shinichiro's despair after the waitress had left.

“He-” clearing her throat she tried again just the tiniest bit louder, “Hey guys.”

Both men turned around, a surprised look in their eyes.

“Who are-” Benkei started a pensive look in his eyes probably trying to figure out why she seemed so familiar, before Shin made the connection.

“Yo (Name), how are ya. I haven't seen you in some time. How's your brother? What are you even doing here. Isn't it a bit late? Kabukicho is dangerous ya know?”

Pulling out a chair with her unhurt wrist she plopped down on a chair.

“Whoa, whoa whoa. Pull back a lil'. That's (Name)? Damn you grew up fast. Still remember you as a little runt.”

A blush slowly creeping up, she rubbed her neck. “Well, I obviously grew up,” she told him defensively.

“Wait, you came in here, despite seeing Wakasa? He did go out to smoke. I thought you were still terrified of him? I told him he should apologise to you and your brother.” Shin chimed in as well.

Scratching the skin of her arm in discomfort she nodded, “yeah, I actually uh, spoke to him. He uh, told me you guys were in here.”

“You alright?” Benkei asked her, after throwing an inquisitive look down her, “what the fuck happened with your wrist?”

Gulping she took a sip out of Shinichiro's glass of water that stood next to her. Her hands still shaking.

“There uh, there was this guy that followed me? I kinda accidentaly ended up in Kabukicho trying to shake him and um, well, we kind of got into this ruffle just a short distance away from the bar and anyways, Waka- Wakasa is currently dealing with him.”

“The fuck?!” Shinichiro called.

“I'm taking her to the hospital now,” a bored voice came from right behind her chair, nearly sending her into a heart attack. God did he always have to be this fucking silent? “Maybe deal with the piece of shit lying outside though? I don't exactly want a murder charge on me. Annoying as hell.

Benkei and Shinichiro nodded as she got up with the two of them, following the three men outside, after they had paid.

Avoiding to even throw a glance towards the direction everything happened, the woman busied herself with trying to get to terms with the fact that she would need to get on a bike. God, she hated bikes. Her brother sometimes took her and he drove like a fucking lunatic. It was a wonder he was still alive.

“Come on. We need to get this looked at.” Wakasa called out to her, holding out a helmet, before realising she would have trouble putting it on.

As he stepped closer and put the helmet on her surprisingly gentle she felt her heart speeding up again. This time out of a different reason. Why did he have to smell so good?

A shiver went down her spine as his bruised knuckles came into contact with the skin on her neck, as he fastened the helmet with a click.

“Now. Lets get you to the hospital. You sure you can do the ride without panicking? You've been weirdly calm the whole time. If you need anything just pull my shirt.”

I think the adrenaline is still doing a good job. My wrist doesn't even hurt yet.”

Wakasa looked away. For a short second she could have sworn to see something like guilt swarm in his eyes.

“Sorry. I didn't realize until you screamed.”

She shook her head as she got on behind him. “No, it's fine. It's not something you expect to happen I guess.”

Throwing her one last glance, he carefully pulled her arms from the bike around his small, warm but most importantly solid waist. It was weird. She always knew he was strong. But now feeling his muscles under his shirt just made everything more real.

This had really happened.

She had nearly been raped.

Wakasa had saved her.

“Thank you.” She whispered against his back, as the bike came to life and just before he started driving she simply felt him tapping her hand in a calming manner.

At the hospital she had gotten a pain killer and something to calm her down, after the first panic attack had washed over her.

This was real.

And she had just been really really fucking lucky. If she hadn't taken the turns she had taken, if he hadn't went out for a smoke? If she hadn't called out to him, if he hadn't-.

Her thoughts were interrupted, by Wakasa stretching next to her, before slightly flicking her forehead. “I can nearly hear you thinking yourself into another panic attack. Your save. Everything's fine. I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise. And he sure as hell will never fucking touch you again. So no need to panic. I'm here okay? You're safe now.”

#wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers #sano shinichiro #benkei #assault #Wakasa for the save #anime and manga #just a little something I came up with to escape the crushing dread of exam season