#stressed pressed and depressed gang

[mishwanders]

Disaster trio gets a well deserved nap after the hell they’ve been through.

Elena got mold and Cadou, Wesker has uroburos scars, Chris has sore muscles lmao

#stressed pressed and depressed gang #oc: elena winters #albert wesker #chris redfield #they’re old they’re chronically ill they’re disabled #I love them #smooshing them together #PLAY NICE

[cryptidcorners]

Biker!Mike Schmidt x M!Reader Headcanons

Description: Headcanons with your biker boyfriend, Mike!

Media: FNaF!Movie [ AU ]

Character: Mike Schmidt (+ Abby)

Tags: Biker!Mike Alternate Universe, Fluff, Headcanons mixed with Drabbles, Protectiveness, Established Relationship, Found Family, Cute Stuff, Semi-Domestic, Romantic, Comfort + Uses Masculine Terms

Warnings: Mentions of (Gang, Vehicle, Physical) Violence, Injury + Kidnapping, Slight FNaF!Movie Spoilers, Depressive Thoughts, Stress, Extreme Nightmares

read my TOS + Mike Schmidt Masterlist

Definitely a show-off, even before you started dating. He wouldn't boast too loudly though, he prefers to smoothly tell you how he got blackeye or some new asset on his bike. He always melts when you're impressed by his feats, even if they were from failure.

Mike's a collector. While cycling or suffering from boredom in his dull jobs, he'd swipe a few things that grab his attention and share it with you. He enjoys making chains for you and Abby. It hasn't been the first time Abby has been dragged out of school for wearing a pin with some questionable language Mike didn't notice.

Absolutely adores helping you dress up to resemble his biker wear. Loves helping you find bracelets, decorative eyeliner and rebellious-printed clothes. It makes me squeal eternally.

Gets intense anxiety in populated areas, mostly due to his trauma with Garrett. He doesn't want to think about anyone taking you or Abby away. He's stupid protective in public spaces. With his already intimidating demeanour, it's safe to say nobody bothers talking to you too much.

He enjoys using pet names, but he jokingly calls you "sir", "bro" or "boytoy" a lot. Speaking of which, Mike adores when you make up titles for him. It's something he treasures a lot. A special name for him? And him only? Makes his heart melt.

Takes you on bike rides at any opportunity. He also loves taking Abby in rides too and doing basic tricks with you watching from the sidelines. He's always careful, he could never forgive himself if either of you got hurt.

One of his favorite things to do is let you touch his hair. Nothing makes him happier than intimate moments like that. He likes it more than cuddling and neck kisses. It's just the simple things in life that appeal to him the most.

Wears the silliest shirts while he isn't at work or roaming the streets. Either quotes involving boyfriends or cartoon merchandise. It amuses all of you, but it genuinely makes him happy to indulge in a separate style. Definitely has a: "Men love me, Fish Fear Me" hat somewhere.

You're always at his aid when he comes back bruised. Like the first bullet, he'd calmly hum you an out of tune, over exaggerating story to make himself look good. Truly, Mike doesn't think he deserves you. So, he refuses to embarrass himself.

Loves kissing. That's all.

"Come on, Mike. I gotta go," you giggled as he pressed featherweighted kisses against your skin. You could feel him smiling before he pulled back with a heated sigh. "Just a minute, please? You know how much I miss you." With a playfully eye roll, you wrap your hands around his sides and hug him as he continued peppering you again while grinning sweetly.

Always referencing something. Either it's from a show or song he likes. He's always dumbfounded when you don't understand and ends up spending thirsty minutes rambling about music history.

Pulls pranks occasionally, mostly with Abby's help. A few prank wars have gone down in your household.

Has at least two tattoos based on you (and Abby), he takes his relationships very seriously.

Cried when Abby called you her "dad" once. This loser is so head over heels for you he'd sob if you were complimented him. It makes his heart throb to see you and his sister connect despite everything.

Very defensive. If anything goes wrong, he's either going to use grade school insults or result to violence. There were a couple of times he couldn't come home due to arrest. He'd come back as if nothing happened.

If you ever got into an argument, Mike would try to give you the most formal apology ever. Either by notes or heavily descriptive speeches about how special you are to him. Most of the time it was pretty cheesy, but you couldn't help but be smitten by his adorable attempts.

Much deeper voice + Slightly Childish. He's still pretty shy when he isn't in his element, so Mike is much more confident with you around. Mostly due to his need to impress you.

So much fist bumping.

Mike's bike is DEFINITELY named after you. Anyone who asks about it is immediately shot with dumps of his adoration if you. Bro will never shut up about his boyfriend. Ever.

Mike has definitely gone through those: "This is for you," and failed immediately. As much as it embarrassed him, he finds it cute how fond you were of it. His face flares up a lot around you.

"God, I'm so sorry I missed it." He frowned, face drenched with numb scarlet. "I didn't mean to make a fool out of you." Mike relaxed once you gripped his leather glove with a smile, "So? I still love you. I think it was sweet how you tried to impress me. I'm proud of you." Mike swore he was starstruck right there.

Loves holding your hand, even in public. It's one of the only forms of affection he's comfortable with displaying.

#💤 mike schmidt #mike schmidt #🚲 biker!schmdit #headcanons #writing #writers on tumblr #fnaf #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie spoilers #if yall want more of him ask!!! #mike schmidt x male reader #michael schmidt x male reader

[kuni-is-daddy]

AYATO NSFW HEADCANNONS

MINORS DNI---

AYATO JUST- EUFH. Wish I had him :(( itto always in every dam quest representing inazuma. Can I PLZ SEE AYATO LIKE BEATIN UP A DAM SLIME IN SUMERU OR SOMETHING? I BEG😭

AYATO is always so dam busy, from the time he wake up. To the point he goes to sleep. When he opens his eyes he's right back to work. AND ITS HONESTLY DEPRESSING 🤪AYATO. BLINK IF YOU NEED HELP.

With sex he either takes it slow or fucks his stress away through you.

"ah, fuck.. daring.. your doing so well for me. Cmon cmon just one more please. Let me cum inside of you one more time, I know you can do it. Don't you want to make me feel good?"

Giving him head while working was new to him. One time you crept up under him while he was writing out a report to the rest of the tri commission and your sudden movements resulted in him jerking his leg against the table while the report got splattered in ink.

He certainly made you suck his cock after that...

At this point ayato does more work then the dam shogun herself. Whenever he comes home you always fuck. Either him holding your hands as you bounce on his cock or you in a mating press .

Mating press. Oh how ayato would LOVE to give you his fucking child. Something about painting your walls with his cum and knowing his baby is inside of you sends him MILES.

Hydro play. Having a hydro vision sure comes In handy. Ayato using 'kamisato art: suiyuu' as water petals drip on the tip of his cock so he can fuck you quickly behind a building. It wasn't like normal water and had a interesting slip and slick feeling too it

Brat taming! Ayato is always putting on a happy face, not anything or anyone is going to get in his way with maintaining the kamisato clan's glory. You step out of line by stirring a little drama within inazuma? Ayato will know. Nothing gets passed him. My guy has eyes EVERYWHERE. He'd be shocked it was you doing something such as organizing a giant party with the arataki gang against inazuman law.

"don't worry itto ayato is gonna get us outta here for sure." You said to cheer his spirits while the both of you we're in jail💀💀

When he'd arrive he'd be pissed as HELL. Your back is getting blown tonight-

#ayato x reader #ayato headcanons #ayato smut #kamisato ayato #genshin headcanons #genshin smut #ayato imagines #genshin imagines #genshin impact

[bellysoupset]

Masterlist Part 2

-> Masterlist Part 1

Sicily Mini Saga:

Part 1 - Vince receiving the invite + carsick Bella + caretakers Luke, Vince. Part 2 - Bella super motion sick + Jonah sympathy sick. Caretakers Lucas, Vince, Wendy. Part 3 - Lucas stress sick + some backstory. Caretaker Bella * no emeto. Part 4 - Hungover Jonah + sunburnt Lucas. Caretaker Leo + Bella Part 5 - Bella and Luke babysit little Liva. * no emeto Part 6 - Leo gets hit with a stomach bug. Caretaker Mrs. Monacelli. Part 7 - Vince's birthday night + he gets a purposeful tummy ache and gets frisky with Wendy Part 8 - Bella and Luke's wedding. * no emeto Part 8.1 - Jonah's reaction to Leo catching the bouquet.

Leo gets motion sick from spinning in Jon's office chair + Jonah caretaker

Wendy getting food poisoning and getting really upset + Vince caretaker

Leo wearing lingerie & Jonah drooling over him * no emeto

Leo getting sick + Jonah caretaker + Wendy caretaker

Bella gives Lucas food poisoning with her cooking + caretaker Bell

Wendy has allergies + Caretaker Bella * no emeto

Jonah has a panic attack over Leo possibly being hurt + caretaker Wendy

Jonah and Wendy get sick during flu week + Luke, Leo, Vin, Bell

Jonah has appendicitis - Part 1 + Caretaker Leo

Jonah has appencitis - Part 2 + Panic attack Leo

Vince has pneumonia + Caretaker Wendy + Lucas

Jonah gets sick with a cold and super clingy + caretaker Leo * no emeto

Halloween Mini Saga:

Part 1: Leo eats too much halloween candy when upset + caretaker Jon . Part 2: Jealous!Lucas has a migraine during Wendy's halloween party + caretaker Vince . Part 3: Jonah drinks too much and Wendy gets roofied + caretakers Bella and Leo. . Part 4: Bella gets a concussion + caretaker Lucas . Part 5: Wendy deals with the aftermath of getting roofied + Vince caretaker . Part 6: All 5 dealing with Bella being comatose, at the hospital. ** no emeto . Part 7: Bella waking up + Wendy pressing charges + Jon&Leo fluff . Part 8: Lucas' breakdown with Vince + Bella and Wendy talking

Bella coming home after brain surgery + caretaker Lucas * no emeto

Leo gets food poisoning at work + caretaker Jonah (cuddling in the bathtub)

Vince meeting Wendy's parents in NYC + lactose intolerane/learning of her eating disorder + caretaker Wendy

Leo getting carsick when they roadtrip + Caretakers Jon and the whole gang

Leo continues to be carsick even when they stop. Bella gets sick because of the brain surgery + Jon&Luke fight

Leo's carsickness turns out to be appendicitis + whole gang caretaker

Leo and Jonah cuddling while Jon's stressed about graduation * no emeto

Leo accidentally overdoes with fever medication + antidepressants + Jonah caretaker * no emeto

Bella goes Christmas shopping during Black Friday and gets overwhelmed + Caretaker Luke

Friendsgiving Part 1: drunk Jonah + the whole gang

Friendsgiving Part 2: Vince overate + caretaker Wendy (NSFW)

Wendy has a migraine + Caretaker Guilty!Jonah

Jonah gets sick with nerves as he waits for his residency roll out + caretaker Leo

Lucas overeats and gets sick while helping Vince move to Wendy's place + caretaker Vince

Graduation night + panick attack Lucas and caretaker Bella + Leo meeting Jonah's dad

Jonah getting sick when going to spend Christmas with his dad and sister + Caretaker Leo (Angelina Banks introduction)

Lucas feeling queasy and depressed during holidays, Bella seeing his childhood house for the first time ** (no emeto)

Jonah getting sick with vertigo when Leo is out, Lucas as the sole caretaker.

Sick Wendy with the stomach flu, while spending the holidays with Vince's family. Caretaker Vin + his fam

Sick with a cold Luke + Caretakers Jonah, Bella and Leo

Sick Luke with the cold + sick from nerves Leo, caretakers Bella and Jonah. + Emotional whump on Bella

Hungover Vince + Wendy finding out about Vince leaving.

Leo sick with the flu after the holidays + caretaker Jonah *no emeto

Wendy telling Bella about the "break up" w/ Vince *no emeto

Wendy and Vince deciding to be long distance *no emeto

Luke sick in the middle of the night and the middle of the day due to antidepressives + Caretaker Bella

Jonah catches the stomach flu from Leo + caretaker Leo

Vince is hit w/ the stomach flu + caretaker Wendy and Bella (+ talk with Leo about leaving)

Bella is hit with the flu + caretaker Luke

Vince's stomach flu + caretaker Luke

Wendy visiting Vin's new place + sleeping at Jon's**

Leo wakes up with Wendy in his bed**

Vince's first day of teaching + Max introduction

Luke sick due to medication + caretaker Wendy

Lucas finally feeling better + Lukebell smut**

Strep Throat - Leo gets hit and runs out of the apartment

Bella has a full tummy + food baby talk flustering Luke

Strep Throat 2 - Leo is sick + caretakers Jon, Wendy and Vin**

Strep Throat 3 - Wendy gets Leo's bug and he takes care of her

Cabin - Leo gets carsick on their way to a weekend getaway

Cabin 2 - Jonah gets an upset gurgly belly at the cabin**

Cabin 3 - Bella gets her period + Vince caretaker

Max gets sick in class + Vince caretaker

Max has the stomach flu - Part 2

Vince gets Max's bug during Wendy's bday

Vince with the stomach flu - Part 2 - Luke caretaker

Vince with the stomach flu - Part 3 - Wendy caretaker

Jonah burpy after Wendy's bday **

Leo's super hangover + Jonah hungover/caretaker

Max gets an upset, burpy tummy during a field trip + Vin caretaker **

Jonah gets vertigo with Luke & Vin, while picking Leo's engagement ring (Proposal Fic!)

Aftermath of the proposal - Leo seeing the ring **

Wendy gets the stomach flu + Bella caretaker

Bella gets airsick while they travel for honeymoon + Luke caretaker

#mywriting #lucas atwood #jonah banks #leo wagner #vince monacelli #wendy marshall #isabella martinez #max daniels

[yeyayeya]

@astra-blade-13 I accidentally deleted your ask while trying to answer it, but I at least copied it

astra-blade-13 asked: Please tell me about your Scáthach headcanons, this guy deserves more love

I apologize for the delay, as I was on a trip and didn’t have time to answer it before. Thank you so much tho! I really wasn’t expecting anyone to even reach out and ask my opinion on Scáthach as I said that on a whim, but I really appreciate!

This post might be a bit long, and these are just purely headcanons on my part, so none of this is exactly canon as I am just trying to fill in the gaps (also this is me talking a bit about other characters that I have headcanons for)

Scáthach, I’m pretty sure, is the more tame of the Ayra twins, so majority of the time he’s trying to get Larcei out of trouble because of how impulsive she is

I know it’s canon that Iuchar and Iucharba are head-over-heels for Larcei, but to me, they’re both bi and are ALSO head-over-heels for Scáthach. Tho they’re both really difficult to flirty with, as Larcei would probably yell and fight them as a rejection, while Scáthach would either ignore them or try to be nice on a rejection

I made a post a while back about Scáthach having a crush on Oifey, and that was his gay awakening

I actually don’t have a headcanon for his sexuality (although I do lean a bit more on him being bisexual) and to me it feels right for him to be unlabeled. Tbh i don’t think he would care

Other side ships for me would be Lana and Julia, aka childhood friends to lovers/princess & bodyguard

He has relationship experience, and has dated Lana before and dated Julia for a while, and still treats them as close friends even after their breakups

He is a BIG Lana/Julia shipper, and once he realizes that they have mutual feelings, he makes it his personal mission to get them together

Larcei to me feels like she’s very expressive, and wears her emotions very clearly on her face. Scá, on the other hand, tries his best to hide them and doesn’t want anyone to know what he’s feeling, especially when he’s either feeling depressed or is showing emotions that he’s not used to. This occurred a lot as he was more and more active on the battlefield

He especially tries to hide his troubles thoughts from Larcei and Shannan, as he feels they have more pressing matters than him

Relationship wise, I like to think he’s very smooth, and actually knows how to properly flirt. It’s not anything dramatic or over-the-top, but his flirting is genuine and it’s only to those he’s close enough to want a relationship with

He’s definitely more comfortable around women, and he finds it easier to be friends with them

He knows how to use a bow (somewhat) from Lester since they grew up together, and he and Diarmuid frequently spar together. He also somehow managed to be their wingman since he was always in the middle of those two, and he’s happy to see that his efforts payed off.

He crochés. Idk why but to me it’s just something that he would do? It’s just a calming hobby of his and he likes giving his works to those close to him

He’s a romantic at heart, and a sucker for romance novels.

He’s just very calm and patient? Out of the Tirnanog gang, he’s the one that doesn’t panic much in a stressful situation. You would believe it would be either Seliph or Lana, but in reality, it’s him

He’s a very hard person to anger and rile up, and it takes a LOT to do so. Unless you threaten to hurt his friends, and that’s when you’re dead

#yeyarants #fire emblem #fe4 #fire emblem 4 #fire emblem genealogy of the holy war #genealogy of the holy way #fe genealogy of the holy war #jugdral #scáthach #ulster #this is just me trying to fill in the gaps of his nonexisten personality #well… #i’m trying #I refrained myself from adding hc about him with arthur #as this post was already getting long #that might be for another different post #I just really like him? #idk why I gravitated towards him but I did #I’m trying to show him love #he just a little guy #a VERY underrated little guy #watch as more hc come to my mind #if they do I’ll maybe write about them on a different post #who knows? #I’ve thought of changing my pfp to Scá #but right now it’s Yin Yu #as I’m still crazy about him #maybe a little more crazy than Scá #Yin Yu has just been on my mind a lot #but Scáthach is worming his way to my brain once more

[sports-psych]

2018 World Juniors-Canada's Scandal

January 24, 2024

!!TRIGGER WARNING!! INVOLVES TALK OF SA. THOSE TERM WILL BE WRITTEN LIKE THIS: EXAMPLE. If you would like to read more, the blue words have links attatched to articles that can inform you further onto the situation.

In 2018 the hockey world had their world juniors championship in London, Ontario. The following april a woman alleged to being gang raped by 8 members of the Canadian team while she was intoxicated. Players on the team released statements, all claiming their inoccents. She ended up dropping her lawsuits but once the NHL got wind of the scandle they launched their own investigations.

In 2022 the investigation was reopend in London and it was no longer optional to participate. (June 20th 2022 hearing on the matter) 2 videos were turned over that were taken during and after the event. Both were of the woman saying she was ok with the activities that took place. She stated in 2019 that the videos were taken and she was forced to say it was consensual.

They proceded to have more hearings on the matter on July 26, 2022 and July 27, 2022.

On August 2, 2022 the victim spoke out again. She was accused of lying at some point, like all women who claim to be raped sadly are. She then took and passed a polygraph test. Unfortunatly in Canada, a polygraph test can't be used as evidence.

One player claimed he was present in the room but wasnt sure what was going on and left.

Now in 2024, names are being dropped. The team members have been put into 4 catagories of

Denying involvement with alibis

Denying involvment without alibis

Released statements but did not deny involvement

Have not released statements

In less than a week 5 players have taken indefinate leaves of absence from their repected teams. They have been orderd by the London, Ontaria police department to report for questioning and face chargers.

The London police department will hold a press confrence on Feburary 5, 2024 addressing the matter.

Hockey Canada has also stated they will give their players lessons on sexual consent.

A thread on twitter that will be able to walk you through the entire case if you're interested.

It is stated that the victim has suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, nightmares, depression, and suicidal ideation from the whole ordeal.

If you are ever taken advantage of in any way it is very important to speak out. People can not get away with treating other people like this. It will also effect you long after the actions take place.

I undertand this is more of a criminal justice post and not really a mental health post but I feel its important to share the knowledge. I wanted to add all the links incase a criminal justice major stumbles across, they may be able to use this info in an assignment. Or maybe add their opinion on the matter to give us more insight.

Thanks guys,

-AshX

#mental health #mental health awareness #hockey #psychology #sports psychology #criminal justice #trigger words #trigger warning #SA #team canada #world juniors #2018 #tw #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw rap3 #tw assaul

[lovebykai]

Terano South

It’s always going to be him lol he’s my husband 😭😂

Warning(s): Angst. Depression. Hurt & Comfort.

Your bones ache.

There's a rotten kind of pain in your stomach as you lean your head back against the couch. He's not home yet. You know that's okay; he's rarely ever home in time, but for some reason today it's just eating at you.

The living room is dark when South gets home. Your silhouette is visible only from the dim light of the street lamp outside the window, cut by the blinds. He's tempted to just walk away when you don't even look at him, head lulled back against the couch.

If he didn't know better he'd think you were asleep.

But he does, so after toeing off his boots and dropping his keys on the small table at the entrance of your shared apartment, he goes to you.

Your bouts of depression aren't abnormal, and his lifestyle doesn't help. The stress weighs you down so heavily that he occasionally feels guilt for it. Not enough to hinder the growth of his gang, but still. You're the drum he marches to, even if it's a little off beat at times; with a deep breath he sits beside you.

"I love you." It's the truth— and the only thing that ever makes you open your eyes to see him when you get like this.

"I love you, too." He leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, strong arms curling around you when you lean into the affection.

"Have you eaten?" You shake your head, arms like lead as they fall around his shoulders. The soft hum he lets out only soothes you further; he lets you melt into him as he pulls out his phone and orders in.

"I got you, baby."

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #tokrev #south terano #terano south x reader #terano south #south x reader #✒ . kai fecit

[sad-sweet-cowboah]

Daydreams and Freedom

Summary: After you and Arthur escaped the gang, the two of you settled in a cabin far away from any civilization. When a nightmare rouses you from your sleep and seek for Arthur's comfort, some interesting conversation comes into play.

Warnings: Triple threat! Mostly fluff, a pinch of angst, and a little bit of implied smut at the end. Also Arthur has no TB here, never existed in the first place.

Word Count: 2,481

A/N: I am a softie for some sleepy early morning fluff and domestic Arthur...haha. This was somewhat inspired by @shootybangbang's recent post-gang/domestic fanfic (which is the post below this one on my blog)

Escape.

Your eyes shot open, the echo of your dream lingering in your mind before fading away completely. You’d expected to be staring up at the canvas outcropping a shared tent. Instead, you were greeted by the low bearing rafters of a cabin.

Relief flooded through you. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence that the trauma of the recent past still invaded your subconscious. The fear that once grabbed hold of your insides with each waking morning was now just a memory.

Memories, however, still loomed over you like a storm cloud.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you escaped. You, and the person you held near and dear.

Turning your head to the side, your heart immediately lightened as your bleary vision settled on the dozing figure half wrapped within the quilted blanket. The pale dawn sun shone through the curtains, illuminating the plains of his bare chest, watching the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

There was a look of content on his face. His rosy lips were slightly parted in a light snore. Sleep was always his most peaceful state; the woes of reality often weighing heavy on his shoulders as an outlaw constantly tipping on the moral scale.

You sighed to yourself, forever grateful those days were long gone. Even though your faces were once plastered on wanted posters all over the tri-state area, living a life of seclusion proved easier than thought.

Even if the nightmares still haunt you.

Attempting to banish those thoughts, you turned your attention to Arthur again. Weariness penetrated deep into his handsome face and you worried it was permanent. But that didn’t stop him from smiling at you like a love struck school boy. The stress his body and soul endured in just under a year didn’t stop him from holding you close, carrying you with ease, loving and worshipping every inch of you.

Truthfully, it was a miracle either one of you made it this far. And you were thankful you did.

You reached to his resting figure, brushing away a stray lock of honey colored hair that curled against his face. A soft, disjointed sigh was his response, a small twitch and a lick of his lips - yet he remained sound asleep.

You smiled to yourself. After countless years of sleeping with one eye open, it was a relief to see him well rested. There’d been too many nights of jumping at the slightest rustle, hands flying to holsters before blinking awake. He was comfortable, and you were too.

Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his forehead with a feather soft touch. When warranted no response, you kissed a different part of his face; his cheeks, his nose, the prickly stubble of his chin.

His eyelids twitched, a small moan reverberated in the back of his throat. You finally kissed his lips, a smile playing on yours.

He was stirring now, mumbling something nonsensical as his hands began to flex. You moved your mouth to kiss the angle of his jaw, working a slow, lazy line down to the depression of his collar bone.

Finally, he rasped your name in that wonderful, sleep-hindered voice you loved so much. He was quiet and somewhat lost in his half sedated stupor. You dragged the bow of your lip across the ridge of his collar bone, to his shoulder.

His arms wrapped around you, finally coherent enough to address you directly. “G’mornin, beautiful,” he rumbled, nuzzling into the nest of your hair.

“Good morning,” you respond with a chirp, pulling your head back up to gaze into those soft aquatic eyes. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty great,” he murmured, rubbing his neck as his mouth stretched wide open in a yawn. His body shuddered with the inhale, every muscle stretching before you. He settled again, draping his arm loosely across the swell of your hip. “How about you?”

You hesitated, unsure whether to ruin the calm mood with the announcement of your nightmare. Arthur was well versed in those infernal dredges of the past, often helping you through those terrors, especially in those first few weeks of freedom.

Even just woken up, he was quick to recognize your indecisiveness. The hand resting against you traced up the profile of your body, making its home on the hollow of your cheek. His thumb smoothed against your soft skin. “Another nightmare?”

You nodded slowly, averting your eyes from his. “It’s stupid, I know. Just didn’t want to say anything.”

“It ain’t stupid,” he soothed. “You know I don’t mind.”

With a heavy sigh, you nodded again. Almost four months passed by since you and Arthur escaped the long doomed tendrils of the once great Van der Linde gang. Your dreams were haunted by gunfire and venomous words of untrustful bastards… as well as the image of Arthur, bloodied and beaten within inches of his life.

“Hey,”

His voice yanked you back to the present, acting as an anchor to keep your mind from further sinking in those memories.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he said to you, trapping your face between his hands.

You smiled at him, reaching to caress the back of his hand with your own. “I know. We’re here, together…” you affirm. “Just need to distract myself.”

Arthur hummed in response. “Whatever you’d like, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me,”

He didn’t question nor refuse your request. His lips met yours with care, a certain tenderness he’d only reserve for moments like this. It both grounded you and kept you afloat. You curled into his warmth, not once breaking contact. Strong arms wrapped around you effortlessly, heat radiating like a furnace in contrast to the cool air surrounding you. His lips parted yours to gently invade your mouth, keeping the same ease as before.

All prior thoughts were soon forgotten. Arthur knew you like a well versed book, never fumbling his expertise in lifting you into a lighter mood. You couldn’t stop smiling despite the kiss, giddy like a young girl again. You pulled yourself up and on top of him.

He didn’t stop you, shifting to aid your movement. You settled easily, your legs on either side of his torso in a comfortable straddle. Only then did you part the kiss, the smile still remaining.

He mirrored your smile, resting his hands on your bare thighs. He smoothed his calloused fingertips against the sensitive flesh. “That help?”

You nodded at him, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair. “You always do, ya know?”

“Can’t let my lady go feelin’ all upset now,” he responded, tracing patterns along your skin. “Don’t matter what time it is.”

“At least we have nothing to do today,” you comment, leaning down to kiss him once more. “No duties or jobs to worry about…”

Arthur hummed in agreement, although a thoughtful flicker casted across his face. A moment of nostalgia would steal him more often than not, that to which you couldn’t blame him for. It was his life much longer than it was yours, and adjusting to domesticism acquired more bumps in the road than he anticipated. Such a life had been ingrained within the fibers of his being; it was hard to break old habits.

“Wish you were right, darlin’,” he finally said, the fingertips on his right hand idly toying with the short hem of your chemise. “I gotta go hunt.”

You moaned a complaint, resting your palms on his chest, running your fingers along the swirls of hair. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day?” You whine.

He gave a small chuckle, resting one of his hands on top of yours. “We’re almost outta meat, ya know.”

“We have about three days worth left, I checked it myself,” you counter. Being this far away from civilization, the two of you resorted to hunting and fishing. Visits to general stores were far and few in between, often too anxious to show your faces in public, lest the law were still on the hunt.

“Three days too little,” he pointed out. “Don’t wanna run out again.”

You sighed, nodding in understanding. He preferred to hunt early in the morning, and with the sun steadily rising, that window was soon drawing to a close. “You can always fish too, since the lake is nearby.”

Arthur shook his head and rolled his eyes, although the humor in his face was evident. “Ya really want me to stay, huh?”

“Yes, at least for a few hours,” you admitted, lightly scraping your fingernails along the grooves of his muscles. “Please?” Following the faint pink lines left behind, you smoothed your palms along his upper arms, savoring the flexed bands of muscle.

Arthur made a small, deep noise in the back of his throat. He’d melt at your touch every time - even the simplest of affection. “Guess I could fish instead,” he resigned, offering a small, yet defeated, smile.

“Good answer,” you giggle, trailing a finger along the junction of his neck to his jaw, holding one side of his face and then the other. Repeating your motions from before, you trailed kisses from his forehead and back down to his lips.

He met you with ease, locking you in with a deeper kiss than before. Digits tangling within your tresses abled a soft sigh, swallowed by his feverish lips. His other hand rested on the small of your back, lightly crumpling the delicate fabric within a loose fist.

You could stay here forever, magnetized to his touch. You loved the days when he chose to stay home, in those instances were you rarely ever away from his side, or out of his arms. What began as a fear of losing him shifted into the reality of having a more desirable life.

His lips parted from yours, though with guided pressure did you lean farther forward, opening access to your neck for sensual, hungry kisses.

Every nerve tingled pleasantly, your body singing to him in response. You tilted your head for more room to which he gladly took advantage of. Closing your eyes, you soon slipped into the blissful worship he performed. Memories of precious stolen moments in your former lives, hardly ever free enough to truly just enjoy one another, unless you were to disappear for a few days under the ruse of doing a particularly far away job.

But you wake up each day with all the time in the world with just the person to spend it with.

Oftentimes you daydreamed about what you perceived as a perfect life; residing on a homestead out west with a gaggle of farm animals and a small plot of land to accommodate. Chickens would be plucking amongst the corn sprinkled at your feet while you attempted to collect eggs, and Arthur would be in the pasture, repairing a fence board after the horses had a rambunctious evening. The bell-like laughter of two young children sounded while they ran around, playing with one another.

Your eyes opened. Your body was responding to him much further now, sparking a flame deep within yourself. The daydream still vivid in your mind, you gasped out his name in shortened, flustered breaths. “Arthur- I want a baby.”

He stopped, slowly lifting his head to peer at you directly. You met his gaze evenly, observing the confusion blooming on his face. “A baby?” he parroted.

You nodded, smiling sweetly at him. “Yes, a baby.”

You knew, of course, his past regarding children. A well-guarded secret of a woman and their son from his younger days now lost in time, their lives falling victim to foul play. You weren’t entirely sure how he felt about having more as there was never the right time to ask. But you’ve witnessed those moments with young Jack Marston; a fatherly instinct that never truly faded away.

Those memories darkened Arthur’s eyes as he averted them. You reached to cradle his face in your hands, smoothing your thumbs against his cheekbones. His eyes fluttered from your touch, though the conflict held in his features. His lips parted, except no words were spoken.

“We can do it,” you softly say to him. “We’re much better off than we were.”

He looked back at you, doubt still prominent. The quiet ambience surrounded like a blanket as you watched him have what you could only assume was an internal struggle with himself. Finally, he sighed, and said, “I...want to, but…” he trailed off.

“But what?”

“Feels too early,” he answered, his brows knitting together in concern. “Ain’t even been six months out yet - we’d have to find a doctor, need to go into town for more supplies -”

“Arthur,” you gently interrupted. “We can do it, we know how to hide in plain sight.”

“I know,” he sighed again, his hands reaching to rest on your upper arms. “Jus’ can’t think about losin’ you like -”

“Like Eliza and Isaac, I know,” you whispered. “But this is different. We’re as free as we can be. No one knows where we are. The law doesn’t know we’re still alive.”

“Needs to stay that way,” he added.

“And it will. We’ll plan, keep ourselves quiet like we have been,” you assured him. “Find a doctor and everything we need, and we’ll be okay.”

He fell silent once again, staring unblinkingly into your eyes as he slipped into deep thought. Slowly, his hands traveled down your arms to rest on your wrists, gently prying your hands from his face just enough to turn his head and place a tender kiss against your open palms. He held himself there for a moment, as if savoring the feel of your skin against him. “Can’t say I haven’t thought ‘bout it…” Arthur murmured. “Been hesitant...afraid. Guess I got no reason to be afraid anymore.”

“We’ll be okay,” you repeated. “You and me and a little one…together, out here, out west, wherever we may end up.”

The ghost of a smile played on the edge of his mouth as he absorbed your words, the reality beginning to sink into his mind. Within a moment, from ear to ear. “Like the sound o’ that…” his hands shifted to hold yours properly, folding his fingers with yours.

Your own beaming smile matched his. Without another word, you kissed him again, much deeper than before. He responded with equal passion, releasing your hands to favor your hips, pushing the hem of your chemise up your torso.

His mouth soon resumed roaming your body. With open-mouthed kisses and suckles along your neck and collar bone, he whispered in between, “I’ll give ya what you want,” he dragged his tongue against your skin. “If it don’t work, we’ll keep tryin’.”

You shuddered at the intensity of his words, your heart racing in excitement and the growing flame within you stoked, heightened by his fervent hands and hungry lips.

We escaped.

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BTS Reaction To: Feeling Unworthy To Being His S/O

Hyung!Line & Mafia!Au summary: a rookie makes a comment about you being his wife, and it is not a positive one warnings: mafia!au, mentions of killing and drugs, insecure reader and hoseok in his part, crying from reader and yoongi, soft!yoongi, mentions of depression and depressed reader in namjoons part, soft!bts, fluffff, mentions of abusive family (reader being abused in the mentions mentally), scared hoseok, bts being soft for you and only you, rude rookies/newbie, comments about hating self and body. Mainly anything that has to deal with anxiety, depression, and self hate. This is a different type of mafia reaction I feel like w.c.: 2.3k notes: namjoons part was pretty personal to me and so it may hit home to some. Btw, I know it has taken me a while to post, but ive been trying to find my touch still, but please be patient with me!! School is starting up again next week, so I will be busy with it and with work too. Good news is that I finally found my writing self again!

Kim Seokjin

Am I being dramatic?

That was the first question that popped through your head when the newbie made the comment about your ability to have authority over him and group of others. Saying how you have no skill to be in your position, which is standing right next to your husband, Kim Seokjin, the deadliest mafia boss in the world.

From the beginning of your relationship with Seokjin, you have always felt inferior and unsure of yourself, especially lately when you guys got married. You took the position of being the ‘second in command’ even though his right-hand man, Kim Namjoon, is his go to. If anything, ever happened to Seokjin, he made sure you were the one to take over his business with the help of Namjoon. Before the marriage, Seokjin obviously asked you to which you agreed immediately – thinking that everyone in Seokjin’s gang was going to want this since they knew that you were his fiancée (at the time) and understand why you were getting the position. When Namjoon was told this, you began to apologize because you believe that he deserves the title because of how long Namjoon has been by your husband’s side. But those worries shut away when Namjoon smiled at you as he pulled you into a hug, congratulating you. In the back of your mind, you still believe that Namjoon deserves your position, but the constant reassurance from both Namjoon and Seokjin’s five other close friends, you felt confident. You knew a lot of the ins and outs of the job, thanks to being with Seokjin for almost seven years now, but sometimes you felt as if you did not deserve the position.

The one thing that fueled that thought was the newbie’s comment.  

“No offense, noona, but you don’t necessarily have the skill for this job. It is more of, you know, a man’s job.”

In a way, you believed that he was right. You believed that you did not have any power in this position, having no say, thinking that all of the members will believe you are just joking by ordering them around. This comment took a mental toll on you, causing you to lock yourself in your shared bedroom with your husband, hiding underneath the comfort of your blanks, staring blankly at the wall. This is where your husband found you, a concerned look on his face as he sped walked to your side.

“Sweetheart, what is wrong?” He asked in a calm, comforting voice, an action that had you crying.

The first that went through Seokjin’s head was to comfort you but the second one was to find the bastard or bitch that hurt you and to kill them.

“I don’t deserve the position in your gang, Jin. I’m not fit for it, or even to be your wife. Namjoon deserved the title of your secondhand man. The newbie is right, this is a man’s job—” you were cut off by your husbands hand covering your mouth.

“Who told you this.”

“The newbie, Soojin.” You said, not realizing that you were signing the document of his termination. It only clicked when Seokjin stood up, a dark look on his face as he made his way to your guys closet, grabbing his favorite gun.

Knowing that there was no way of stopping your husband from killing the newbie as he gave you a kiss on your lips, rubbing his nose against yours in sentimental way that always brings a smile to your face. “I’ll be back later, sweetheart.”

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi could see the stressed out look on your face as you made your way into his office. He wanted to comment on it, wanting to know what is wrong with his usual ball of sunshine girlfriend, but he did not. Allowing you to push his chair back so you can climb into his lap, seeking the comfort of his presence and the touch of his skin, he did not mention the tears welling up in your eyes or the wobble of your lip, a tale tell sign of you about to cry. Holding you closely as you silently cried, he massaged your scalp, a comforting form of affection that you love, he wanted to ask you what is wrong, but he only kissed the crown of your head, silently telling you that it is okay to cry.

“Am I worthy to be your girlfriend?” you asked silently, voiced kind of muffled by his undershirt. Fidgeting with his flannel, you braced yourself for the about to come anger from your boyfriend.

“What kind of stupid question is that?” Yoongi gritted out, holding you closer, if possible, to help calm down his anger.

“A question that someone made me think…” not wanting to say names because you did not want to be the reason for someone’s possible death. You knew in the back of your mind that Yoongi will make you say the name of the person who has been causing you distress for the past four days, but you did not want to seem weak and allow them to win in this mental game.

“What made you think this?”

Not being able to lie and play around, you began to ramble. “I don’t know their name since they started a few days ago, but they pointed out that I am just in your way. I am not worthy to be your girlfriend because I am weak, which I am. I am not made to be your girlfriend—”

“Now that is a load of bullshit, Jagi. You are my girlfriend, the love of my life. I love you because you make me feel human and feel so fucking loved. You made me see that there is good in this life – happiness even. You are my home. I do not care that you are not, in your words, ‘weak’ because you choose, along with my authority, to not get in the middle of this gang life. I do whatever I can to protect, and if that means hiding you from danger, then I will. But you are worthy, so worthy. I still question how I am even worthy to be your boyfriend and have the ability to love you and you love me.”

At the end of his speech, both you and Yoongi are in tears. The one thing that both you and Yoongi share is the insecurity of not being loved. But what the most beautiful thing that came out of this relationship is the ability to love yourselves and love each other. So, this topic is what makes you guys emotional – scared even. Scared that you both will lose each other and scared that you guys are not enough. It had been rocky in the beginning but seeing how far you both have came and grew is what made it worth it.

The anger and the want to kill whoever made you think this is what fueled the deadly thoughts in Yoongi’s head. You knew this because you can read Yoongi like a book. Looking down at you, silently asking you if he can feed his hunger, you nodded your head. Yoongi knows that you hate violence, but looking from his perspective, you would do the same thing.

Jung Hoseok

Jung Hoseok is a very observant person, has been since the day he was born. This is what makes him a dangerous person, especially in the mafia world because of how he can easily tell when someone is becoming a traitor or is lying to him.

That is why it is hard to lie to him because of how easily he can pick up your lies. You rarely lied to him, but when you did, he knows that something is wrong. So, for the past few weeks, he can tell that you have became more distant from him, mainly more unsure of yourself. He does not like pestering you about things, opting for you to come to him when you are comfortable enough. Being a person who hates conflict – mainly confrontation – he understands how hard it is for you due to your anxiety.

But he could not take it anymore. Hoseok misses you so much. How can you miss someone when they are right there in front of you?

That is why you are now cornered in his office, both hands beside your head, body pressed against the wall. You could see the conflict in your boyfriend’s eyes, a look that is rarely there because he is always sure of himself. Sure about the situation. But right now, the mafia boss is anything but sure.

“What did I do to make you not love me anymore?”

Looking at him confusedly, “what?”

“You’re distant. You don’t kiss me good morning anymore or even let me hold you at night. What did I do, Jagi?”

“Hope, I’m so sorry. I did not mean for this, for you to feel like this. I’ve been distancing myself because of how I realized that maybe I’m not exactly the type of girlfriend you need, especially in this lifestyle. I’m not strong, or athletic, or just what you need. I realized this when one of your dealers pointed it out when—”

“Why are you listening to what other’s say, Jagi? You do not need their approval for your choices on who you are with. If we are happy, then we are happy. We, you, do not need to make others happy. Making yourself happy is what is important. You are allowing someone who does not even know you decide on your happiness, especially someone who does not even know how to spell.”

“Wait, Jungsoo does not know how to spell?” You asked, going off topic, something that you do not realize a lot, a trait of yours that Hoseok loves about you. He knows that when you do this during serious conversations is when you grasp the situation and what he said.

Chuckling, “yeah, he is a lost cause. Fortunately, Yoongi will be able to test the new drugs he made on him.” Slapping his chest at that, you knew that he was going to get rid of him. “But Jagi, I am serious. I know you have a hard time with listening to people’s opinions, especially when it involves you. But what I have been saying from the moment I realized that I loved you, I do not care whether you are what this peasant considers to be ‘fit’ for my position in the mafia world. I love you for you.”

Grabbing him by his collar, you pull him down to you, smiling like a little schoolgirl, you kissed him.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon wanted to kill the rookie right then and there. But he could not because of how they are at an important meeting with two other gangs. When the rookie made the underlying comment towards you about your appearance, Namjoon could see the light in your eyes diminish slowly. Shoulders slacking and your body caving in on itself, the sight of seeing your happiness disappear in an instant by an opinion (which is completely false and impossible to be found in any way true), is what made Namjoon feel as if he had not accomplished anything.

You struggle greatly with loving yourself and being happy with yourself. You know that you need to, but from the very first day you were born, your parents made you believe that you are unwanted and not even close to being beautiful. Having an older sister that you were compared to with everything and anything, you were always the one losing while she was winning. Nothing that you did was ever good enough. This had turned you into believing that you were not even good enough. You depend on people’s approval for everything – even if you do not even know them because of the abuse and lies (that you feel as if they are true), you believe that what people think of you is what makes you worthy.

But when you met Namjoon, things started to change. He began to show you how beautiful you are, how worthy and loved you are. It has been a very painful process, but you have gotten better. Yes, you get into a depression and deep rut that takes you forever to get out of. But, with the help from your boyfriend, you get out of it. Even if it means him having to literally drag you out of bed and into the bathroom to brush your teeth and help brush your hair, it helps.

It is just that you never know what a trigger to you will be. As of right now, with the rookies comment repeating in your head.

Realizing the train of thought you began to get, Namjoon pulled out his pistol and shot the rookie right in the head. Grabbing your hand, he excused the both of you and took you into the bathroom.

“Breath, baby, breath.” He cooed, hugging you close to him, kissing the top of your head. “You are so strong, baby. So strong, so beautiful, so perfect.” He whispered in your ear, rubbing circles on your lower back. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

“But I allowed—”

“No, no. Let’s not go there, okay? It’s okay to fall sometimes, but remember that we always have to pick ourselves up from where we left off. We can do this, you can do this. You are so strong, my queen. So strong and so beautiful. I love you so much.”

“I love you so much,” you promised back, sniffling. “Please don’t give up on me. I’m trying my hardest.” You begged, grasping his suit jacket tightly in your hands, scared that he will leave you.

“Never.”

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The Night Shift part 11 (F!Reader x Frankie Morales)

WC: 3.3k

AN: Yall I'm so sorry this took ages to be updated, my laptop screen broke and the repair place had to wait over a week for a new one, I hope the end of this part makes up for it <3 Parts will also be slower to come out as I'm starting my next semester of uni on Monday and that's going to take up a large chunk of my time, but I'm still going to try and put out a new part at least once a week

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Friday arrived far too quickly for Frankie’s liking. So quickly he had gotten himself into a routine of being with you, and it felt like it was being ripped away from him. Of course, he knew that it would happen, he hadn’t deluded himself into thinking it wouldn’t, but still . . . still he had grown so used to your presence that when it was finally time to “get your shit from that ugly ass motherfucker” (Will’s words, not his), he felt almost depressed.

You were perched on his couch when he woke up late Friday morning, a cup of steaming coffee clutched in your hand, your gaze fixed absently on a point on the wall. He called your name gently, not wanting to scare you. You blinked a couple times, as if coming out of a trance. He knew the look well.

“Didn’t sleep?” he poured himself a cup and sat down next to you. You shook your head.

“Not great. I think an hour, maybe. But like, really shitty sleep.”

“Not fully asleep but not fully awake?” Frankie suggested, having become very accustomed to the feeling during his military time. You nodded, giving him a tired smile. He understood your exhaustion. You had spent every waking moment stressed about the move, online shopping to replace the things that you were leaving at Kurt’s, and then stressing some more. You had picked up the keys on Wednesday and Frankie had gone with you to check the place out.

It was a bright, airy place, seven floors up with huge windows and a tiny balcony off the living area. Frankie had noticed your eyes shining as you took it all in, almost like you couldn’t believe it was yours. You had wiped away a tear, taking in the view of the lake by the apartment complex.

Frankie had come with his measuring tape and notebook from his mechanic days. He measured each room, each alcove where a piece of furniture would sit, and wrote them down diligently with a messy scrawl on a page labelled with your name.

When you had gotten back to his place, you set to work writing down a list of what was yours and what you needed to replace. At the top of that list was a bed, heavily underlined and circled.

“The bed’s mine, technically,” you explained as you clicked on a display photo of a wrought iron bed frame, “but he can keep it. I want a fresh start, and I think I need a new bed to do that.”

“Makes sense,” Frankie said sitting down beside you, “is that the one you’re going with?”

You had nodded, clicking add to cart. The store had next day delivery, and for a small fee would even build the bed for you. You opted for this, despite Frankie’s protests.

“Please, you’re doing so much already, and putting my whole bed together for me . . . it feels like a very unfair trade,” you told him firmly. Once again, your stubbornness had won over. Frankie, rather grudgingly, had to admit to himself that the delivery people were much quicker than he would’ve been at assembling the bed frame, especially after he had taken a quick look at the instructions.

He wasn’t about to tell you that though.

It was almost midday when a knock sounded on his door, followed by the three men he called brothers piling into his kitchen. You emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and a shy smile on your face. It struck Frankie that this was the first time you were meeting these guys, truly meeting them without the inclusion of alcohol.

“You’re all really excellent for helping me with this,” you said fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. You had opted for long sleeves throughout the whole week. “Sorry you have to give up your Friday for this.”

Benny was the first one to make a move. He strode forward and enveloped you in a tight hug. Frankie could see the initial shock on your face before it was replaced by a hesitant kind of happiness.

“You like Taylor Swift?” he asked, and you nodded. Benny craned his neck to look at Frankie. “She’s riding with me, if that’s okay?” he turned back to you and you nodded again. Benny grinned and whispered something in your ear, causing you to snort out a laugh.

Santi stood beside Frankie and pressed an envelope into his hands.

“The photo,” he explained. “Again, remember I have several copies, so if you plan on destroying this one, imagine it like a hydra.” Frankie rolled his eyes and put the envelope in his back pocket. You were too busy chatting with Benny and Will to notice, and he was glad. He wanted to surprise you with the photo when you needed it.

Benny and Will had taken a particular soft spot for you since Frankie gave them the bare-bones rundown of how Kurt had treated you. Frankie noticed it now, in how Will stood like your own personal bodyguard, in how Benny had slung his arm around your shoulders, like you were old friends. Frankie felt the briefest flash of jealousy before he stamped it down. Just because he couldn’t – wouldn’t – touch you, didn’t mean no one else could.

“Quit staring Fish, you look like one of those cartoon characters whose eyes turn to hearts,” Santi muttered, elbowing Frankie in the ribs. Frankie elbowed him back, annoyed.

“Alright, gang! Let’s get this show on the road!” Will clapped his hands together. Benny raised an incredulous brow at his brother.

“What are you, fifty?” He turned to you, linking his arm through yours. “Don’t worry, Fish, I’ll drive extra carefully.”

Frankie felt envious of Benny then, even though he had basically had a week straight with you. But knowing it was coming to an end, that tonight you’d be sleeping at your own place, instead of just down the hall. Well, it made him almost sad. He pushed that aside though and forced himself to be happy for you.

As he drove to your old apartment, everyone else following behind, he focused a little too hard on the radio, just to give his mind something to do. A newsreader was talking about how a quick-thinking pilot had landed a plane in a field after something went horrifically wrong with the engines. Zero casualties, minor injuries. People were already calling for the pilot to be given a medal.

Maybe I should renew my licence, Frankie thought. He didn’t want to be a commercial pilot, or a hero of any kind, although the uniforms were nice. But it couldn’t hurt to have it.

He pulled up outside the building, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was it.

Will and Santi parked behind him, but Benny’s ridiculously lifted pickup was nowhere to be seen. Frankie squinted towards the end of the street, knowing he couldn’t have gotten lost. He had you with him.

Ten minutes passed with no sign of you. “Where the fuck are they?” Frankie grumbled, now worried that you and Benny had gotten into a car accident. He trusted him, but Benny was the worst driver of all of them. He pulled out his phone to text you but was interrupted.

“That’s his truck,” Will said, pointing to the end of the street, where Benny’s truck had just pulled in. The sound of heavy bass reached them before the truck did. As Benny pulled up outside the apartment, Frankie recognised the song as Gimme More by Britney Spears.

“Sorry we’re late,” you called, clambering out of the truck, a tall plastic cup in your hand. “We stopped for frappes.” Benny sipped innocently at his, giving Frankie a look that said he needed to speak with him.

“Where’s my fuckin’ frappe,” Santi grumbled, looking envious. Benny grinned and handed his over to Santi for a sip.

You stood, looking up at the building, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Guess we better go up. I sent him a text telling him I was doing this today, but he didn’t reply, so I don’t know if he’ll be here.”

“Want us to jump him if he is?” Benny offered, but you shook your head.

“Not right away,” you said, “but if he starts up maybe slap him around a little.” Frankie knew you were joking, but the look in your eyes was one of fear. He took your hand gently and lowered his head to talk to you.

“You can wait out here if you want,” he murmured, “we’ve got the list of what we need to get.” You squeezed his hand and shook your head. Yours was cold and slightly clammy in his own, but he didn’t mind.

“No, I need to do this.” You said. Frankie nodded, understanding. You didn’t need to explain the nitty gritty of your reasoning, all he needed was for you to know that you had him, in whatever way you needed.

You kept a firm grip on his hand as you lead the way upstairs to your old apartment, only letting go when you stood outside the front door, fumbling in your bag for your keys.

At first, the apartment seemed empty of life. All the lights were off, the curtains closed, and the place was eerily silent. You stepped over the threshold, followed by the rest of the boys, who immediately got to work.

As it turned out, Kurt wasn’t there. He remained gone for a good half hour while the boys carried your heavier shit down to their trucks. You set to work stuffing the rest of your clothes into plastic trash bags you had picked up from the grocery store.

Benny joined Frankie in carrying a loveseat downstairs.

“Fish, I need to tell ya,” Benny started, grunting as they made a turn. “She’s as into you as you are her.” Frankie shook his head.

“Don’t do this, man.”

“I’m being serious. I talked to her in the truck. She didn’t say it outright, but you should’a seen the look on her face when I talked about you.” Benny waggled his eyebrows. “And her friend Sara agrees, she’s ‘smitten’ with you. Whatever the fuck smitten means. If you want my advice-”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“-Go for it. Tonight, once we’re all gone. Shoot your shot my guy. Don’t waste anymore fucking time. Sara said she wasn’t even sad about the breakup, like she’s been checked out mentally for months now.”

“Wait, did Sara tell you about me punching Kurt?”

“All I’m saying is, she likes you a lot, you like her a lot, don’t waste this.” Frankie mulled over what Benny was saying. There had been more than a few moments that week when he had spied you looking at him and wondered . . . but each time he had pushed the thought out his head. Old insecurities, respect for you, held him back.

Historically, Frankie had never been very good at telling when someone was into him. He could be literally balls deep and he’d still be questioning it. Even sometimes with Portia, he’d wonder if she really felt the same way he did. Santi, who knew Frankie as a kid, chalked it up to Frankie having a rough go of puberty, not growing into his features until almost the end of high school. By then, whenever someone had showed even a slight bit of interest, Frankie had dismissed it as a cruel joke. Unfortunately, those insecurities had followed him deep into adulthood.

The mood in the apartment had become relaxed, all the heavier stuff, like your couch, TV, furniture, and fridge had been taken care of, and now all that was left was to gather all the small shit. Frankie found you in the bathroom, unscrewing the shower head. You tossed it into a box filled with other bathroom items, the loud clang making him grimace. He opened his mouth to speak to you when yelling from the front room interrupted him.

Your face fell instantly, going from focused to almost afraid. Your eyes met Frankie’s own, and he reached out to touch your arm. It’s okay the touch said, he can’t do anything to you. Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked out with Frankie to the commotion.

Kurt was being held back with a single hand on his chest by a bored looking Will, screaming a string of expletives and struggling to land any kind of hit on Will, Santi stood behind Kurt, ready to jump in if needed. Benny was hunched over, clutching his sides in laughter. Kurt finally caught sight of you, standing a little in front of Frankie.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?” His tone made you wince slightly, but Frankie was proud of the way you didn’t shrink away.

“I told you this was happening today, Kurtis, it was your choice to come back while we were here,” you said calmly.

“You’re taking all my shit!”

“I paid for every single thing I’m taking,” you said. “It’s not my fault you never put anything of monetary value into this place.” You stepped forward, so you were facing Kurt head on, but still behind Will. “You need to calm down, you’re acting like a fucking child.”

“I’M ACTING LIKE A CHILD?”

“Yes. You are. You’ve acted like one almost our entire relationship. So you can either calm down, leave and come back later, or my friends will force you to calm down.”

“Are you threatening me?” Kurt spat.

“Yes. You’ve already been smacked down before, any one of these guys would love to be the one to do it again.”

“I’d like to see them fucking try!” Kurt pivoted and lunged at Benny. Big mistake. With a simple, yet effective, punch to the head, Kurt was out cold on the floor. Benny looked up, almost apologetic. You grinned at him, silent laughter shaking your shoulders.

“I didn’t mean to hit that hard,” Benny said, flexing his fist. “But I also did.”

Santi dragged Kurt’s unconscious body to the now empty living room, carefully posing him so he was curled in the foetal position, sucking on his thumb.

“He actually arrived at the perfect time,” you said to Frankie, standing back beside him. “Cause we’re done here.”

“We’ve got everything?” Santi called, overhearing you. You nodded.

“We’re finally done here.”

~*~

Frankie was glad you had decided to ride with him back to your new place. You were buzzing with a new energy, unable to keep a nervous grin off your face. You didn’t speak on the drive to your new place, but Frankie hoped he wasn’t reading into how much closer you sat, your thighs almost brushing his. Benny had gotten into his head, he knew, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation.

You were the most beautiful person he had met, both inside and out, and the very idea that you could like him the way he liked you . . . well fuck, it didn’t seem feasible. But then he thought back to the previous week spent with you, and maybe it wasn’t such a ludicrous idea after all.

He pulled up at your new building, parking in the spot designated for you. You turned to him, unlatching your seatbelt as you did.

“Frankie . . .” you started, then leant over and pulled him into a tight hug. Frankie felt like everything you wanted to say was in that hug. You pulled back slightly, so your faces were almost touching. He could’ve done it then, he fucking should have done it. Crossed that miniscule amount of space between you. But then the moment passed, and you pulled away entirely.

You climbed out of the truck, moving to the back to grab some of the garbage bags that held the smaller stuff. Frankie’s phone buzzed in the cupholder, a message from Will in the group chat.

Ironhead: Pussy

Frankie turned and saw Will staring at him. Fuck offhe mouthed. Will flipped him off with a grin. The effort of getting all your stuff up to your new place was considerably easier than it had been the first time around. For one, your new place had an elevator. So even though they had to take turns using it, it was worlds above struggling up seven flights of stairs. The mood was also improved by the fact Will had knocked Kurt out cold. Frankie had begun to wonder if that had become the main highlight of your day.

It was well into the night by the time everything was in its new place. Benny and Will flopped down onto your loveseat, drinking beers that you had kept in an ice chest you had brought in yesterday just for this. You sat on the floor, drinking a fruity vodka thing that Frankie thought looked and smelt like a melted popsicle. The balcony door was open, a breeze that held the promise of summer drifted through.

“Where’s Santi?” You asked looking around.

“He had to get something from the truck,” Will said. As if on cue, which if Frankie knew these boys as well as he did, it was, Santi burst through the door, one arm stretched wide, the other behind his back.

“My dearest,” Santi began, and Frankie groaned inwardly, “over this past day, the gentlemen and I have grown quite fond of you.” What is this, regency England? Frankie rolled his eyes and took a sip of his beer. “And as such, we wanted to present you with a housewarming gift.” With that, he whipped his arm around and held out a vase of sunflowers. Your face softened, then broke into a grin.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you pushed yourself up and pulled Santi into a hug, motioning for Will and Benny to join. You hugged the three men as tight as you could, smiling at Frankie over the tops of their shoulders. Frankie smiled back, raising his beer in a silent toast.

You placed the flowers on the kitchen counter, facing them toward the window. It was just past ten when the three boys left, Benny carrying the ice chest along with the promise to bring it back as soon as he could. It seemed like it was only moments before only you and Frankie remained.

Frankie’s phone buzzed.

Benny: Don’t fuck this up.

Frankie saw you move outside onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, silhouetted by silver moonlight, your face turned towards the breeze that coasted off the lake. Everyone else was gone, and he wondered if he didn’t take this chance, would he ever?

He moved to stand next to you, standing so close your arms were touching. His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. He murmured your name.

“Frankie,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of his beating heart. Before he could stop himself, chicken out like he had before, he closed the distance between you. One hand cupping your warm cheek, the other encircling your waist, he tilted his head down until his lips met yours.

It was everything.

Your lips were soft against his, hesitant at first, but then you were wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his. You tasted like candy and those sugary drinks you insisted on bringing. Your touch was like tiny jolts of electricity shooting down his spine.

Fuck.

His tongue darted against your bottom lip, and you let him in almost hungrily. Frankie deepened the kiss, wondering just why the everloving fuck he waited this long.

He whispered your name, the word like poetry on his lips. You were poetry, you were art, you were every beautiful thing wrapped up into one person. He was in love with you.

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#the night shift #frankie catfish morales #frankie x reader #reader x frankie morales #triple frontier #also i really rec you listen to like real people do at the end of this part it was very much the inspo for it #also happy birthday alexa i hope this makes your day a bit better lovely

[falloutjay]

Stan x anxious/compassionate reader (kind of has a little canon divergence)

After giving up on Wendy (around Season 12), Stan and us start dating, we were always worried about him (no we weren't dating him out of pity, we were just a very anxious person). Some people find of clingy, others find us adorable but We've never left his side:

Ex: We were by his side helping with whales (Whale W)

We were the only one who didn't leave him when he got depression (You're Getting Old/Ass Burgers)

Next to Heidi, we became social pariah because we didn't want to dump Stan (this even made Wendy guilty)

But him moving, really gets to us, the coronavirus makes it worse. We get worried about him, then we start getting worried about everyone else as everything falls apart (Kyle, Kenny, Eric, Butters, Tweek, Craig, Scott, etc.) And we pass out of stress. About waking up in the hospital, we find out, everyone was worried about us. And Stan is the most worried of all, he spends the whole day with us. We tal-no vent about all the happened to the both of us. By the end of it, we agree that whatever happens we'll do it together.

Guess whos back! :D

Well, while it's not my best work, in my humble opinion, I sure hope you enjoy and like it. Again sorry for the delay! ಥ_ಥ

And if it's not that clear, because I know I can write a little cryptic, there is a time skip. You can either have all the show events happen when they are children and have the time skip between Covid and the memories or between you getting together as kids and the memories. Choose however you like! ^^

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Stan x anxious!compassionate!Reader

Tiny eyes watched the scene unfold.

Normally, Wendy was the one to break up with Stan, but not this time around. Stan was actually telling Wendy that he had no interest in her anymore.

“What changed Stan?” Wendy asked, obviously confused.

“I think I like someone else… I don’t know yet…”

Wendy gave him a smile.

“I wish you all the luck Stan, say if you need anything!”

“I will.” And with that, Wendy took off to be with her friends, while Stan turned a corner and told Kyle and Kenny how it went.

Cartman was there too, but he only wanted to know if she cried, because “she would deserve it.”.

You closed your locker and felt your heartbeat like crazy. Ever since you changed school a few months ago, Stan captured your little ten-year-old mind.

He was kind and showed you around when you had no idea where to go. It was a little crush you developed, and you never felt as scared and excited as now, since that Stan had broken off with Wendy.

This newfound feeling almost made you dizzy but you quickly snapped back into reality when you heard your name.

“Y/N?” Stan asked and waited patiently for his answer next to you.

“Oh, sorry, I was thinking, what did you want?”

“Would you maybe like to hang out some time?”

Stan almost got a heart attack when you suddenly squealed but was happy when you managed to get a high-pitched “YES!” out.

“Okay, what are you betting Kenny? Some Pennies or a dead rat?” Cartman almost fell from his chair laughing about his shitty joke, while Kyle and Kenny rolled their eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s weird how clingy they are?” Kyle asked his blonde friend, while they kept watching you and Stan, who were seated at a separate table at lunch.

“Honestly, I think it’s pretty cute.” Kenny said with his muffled voice.

You held his arm and hugged him from the side, while he happy kept on eating his lunch.

Eric, who had now calmed down from his laugh attack eyed the couple critically. “I’m giving them a month max.”

He said lazily and looked around. “I say longer than a year.” Kenny said, throwing a crinkled five-dollar note on the table.

“You two are horrible.” Kyle shook his head before he threw 10 dollars on the table.

“Four months.”

Kenny was a happy man after a year, because despite everyone believing you two would eventually break up, you never did.

You were always by his side, no matter what.

His desire to desperately save whales with the help of a braindead ship crew?

You were always right by his in the interviews he gave.

His horrible depression that even drove Kyle away? No chance, you stood strong and helped him through the whole thing and even help reuniting the gang.

Even during the protest against Skanthunt42, you chose to sit this one out, despite you absolutely hating that the troll photoshopped a dick into your mother’s mouth.

At least you and Heidi got close due to you guys both becoming social outcasts. When Wendy heard this, she was impressed by your dedication and felt somewhat guilty for obviously not trying as much in her former relationship.

Everyone admired your patience and endurance. No matter what obstacle came, you managed to get through it.

“You don’t need to be sad, Y/N. I won't be that far away.” Stan said, holding your hand.

“B-But it's outside of town. You need ages by bike to get there and vice versa.” You said, holding back tears.

Randy walked past you and you desperately pleaded to him.

“Please Mister Marsh, please stay in town!” Randy put the box he carried into the car, before turning to you.

“Real sorry, dear Y/N. This town is…How do I put it… Absolute shit and I really want to get away.”

He patted you on the head and went back into the house to get more boxes.

“Told you, you cant talk to him.” Stan said and shrugged.

“But it’s unfair. We won’t see each other as much anymore.” Stan pressed a kiss onto your cheek, which made you blush intensely.

“Don’t. Worry. I will make time for you.”

With that in mind, you didn’t feel as sad, when the car with the Marsh Family in it left for their new home.

“I will make time for you, my ass.” You mumbled while you sat at a bench near Starks Pond. Letting out a deep sigh, you leaned back and just enjoyed the warmth of the setting sun.

Covid was one hell of a bitch and just had to have this big impact on everyone’s life. Stan and you now saw each other less and less.

It was just a horrible feeling that tainted your heart and made you worry a lot.

Maybe he was feeling just as bad as you are, maybe even more?

Maybe he just didn’t want to tell you how he felt?

Were you maybe a bad partner? Your mind began racing and your train of thoughts became unrailed.

So many bad thoughts manifested themselves and it made you almost gasp for air.

“I need to check on him.” You mumbled getting up from the park bench.

You began walking and you kind of hoped that maybe just the walking would get your mind in check, but sadly it didn’t. Involuntarily you had to think about all the other stuff that happened during this horrible time.

The precious Broship was more fragile than ever. You had become such good friends with Kenny, Kyle and Cartman over time that it hurt you a lot too.

You also saw Covid take a toll on your other friends, like Craig and his group, who now took Cartman into their gang after the split up.

However, that came to be…

The girls were also pretty divided, so hanging out with them meant picking sides which wasn’t your thing, you kinda just want them to get along again.

Everything felt like it was falling apart. Your parents had fights ever so often, all your friends had problems and your beloved boyfriend was stuck on that stupid farm.

God how you hated that stupid farm and Randy.

When he gave you one of those plushies that looked like him, you functioned it into a voodoo doll. But sadly, it didn’t seem to affect him, no matter how many needles you rammed into it.

Your heart felt heavy, and it seemed hard to breathe, but you brushed it aside.

You had already reached the busy streets of South Park and mingled between the newly vaccinated people.

Everywhere you looked, the people seemed happy.

Everyone was happy except you and the people around you… Maybe…You were the problem?

You shook your head. No, you didn’t allow those kinds of thoughts.

You much rather think about Stan. How you miss him and how amazing your dates were.

Oh, how much effort he put into all the small things… Well… At least he did.

Now that you thought about it when was your last date?

It feels like it had been ages. It has been ages. Everything had been ages. Going out with him, hanging out with your friends, your family not fighting… How long has this been the new normal? You can’t help but wonder.

Your heart clenched again. “Stop it, stupid heart.” You mumbled under your breath.

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips when you thought about how you maybe had to walk all the way up to the farm… It would take ages, but you really craved being held by the person you adored so much.

So, you continued walking down through the street when an elder lady stopped you.

“Excuse me, but you look rather sickly, are you alright?” Confused you raised an eyebrow. Did the vaccines make them delusional?

“No, I’m fine.” You answered, somewhat snippy, even when you didn’t know why you were so agitated.

“But you look rather pale, maybe you- I am fine.” You interrupted her and continued your path.

Were all people in this shitty town stupid or- The thought could not be completed, due to you suddenly losing consciousness.

When you woke up again, you immediately recognized one of the Hells Pass Hospital rooms, once your eyes had adjusted to the bright lights. Around the bed were your parents and more importantly Stan and his mother.

“Thank God, you’re awake again!” Your mother said when she went for a hug.

Confused you asked why you were here.

“Well, seemingly you were so stressed out, that your body basically shut down.”

Somewhat shocked you looked around. Was it really a surprise to hear that? Not really, but it still felt odd knowing that it happened.

“Well, I’m glad you’re fine, Y/N.” Misses Marsh commented and smiled warmly at you. She had always liked you and you felt the same. She was always nice to you and you felt like she was the only one with a brain in the family…

Feeling a sudden sensation of warmness on your hand, your eyes darted down to it. Stan held you hand while answering something your dad had asked him.

“Well, Sharon, you wanna accompany us to get some hot chocolate for us all?”

Your mother said with an odd wink, which made you and Stan roll your eyes.

The three adults left the room chatting happily. Stan looked at you with a stern expression, which kind of surprised you.

“I swear, whenever I think I couldn’t get more worried about you, your parents call me, to tell me that you’re in the hospital.”

“Worried? About me? I should be worried about you?” You laughed to which Stan shook his head.

“Listen, everyone has been super worried about you since you seemed so down and just exhausted. Like, Kyle already called me earlier to ask if you’re awake again. I don’t know why you worry about me; I am really fine babe. Promise.”

With that said, the door opened, and your parents came back inside.

“Y/N, the doctor said they would like you to stay the night, so they can check that you’re really alright.” Your father informed you and you were immediately annoyed.

Well, you had no choice but to oblige. Your parents left after an hour, wanting to get you some clothes and other things you’d need.

Sharon also bids her goodbye and so you and Stan were left.

And just like you wished, you got to cuddle with him. He held you close, and you vented to him, how worried you were about everything and everyone, while he told you just how worried all of your friends had been since you were acting so out of character.

“Even Cartman?”

“Yup, even when he would never admit it.” Stan laughed. He held your hand tight, and his content smile never left his face.

“I think we should talk more about feelings and being worried and all that. I know I’m not all that good at it, but I don’t ever wanna have to visit you in a hospital again.” Stan said, giving your hand a squeeze.

“That sounds good. But you gotta accept, I worry a lot, because I care a lot about you, okay?” You said sternly and Stan nodded. You two looked fondly at each other and just enjoyed the time you got.

“Together forever?” You asked and he whispered “Forever.”, before he pressed a sweet kiss onto your lips.

#south park x reader #stan x reader #stan marsh x reader

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

TUA MEAN GIRLS AU

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: abuse, bribery, immoral deals, bullying, homophobia, outing, transphobia, violence, abortion, teen pregnancy, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

(Regina) Five is the king of this school, and he has no plans to give up that position. He needs it to protect his people, as few and far between as they are, and himself, if he’s honest - he’s a trans and ace-aro kid in platonic love with the health class mannequin who he calls Dolores. Ruling with fear is basically all he can do. While he’s mean, you’ll soon realize that everything he says is more of a blunt observation that will improve your life if you just heed his advice. He doesn’t respect almost anybody - not the jocks, theatre geeks, nerds, cheerleaders, band kids - no one. However, if he does respect you, you have his trust and protection. And as a thirteen-year-old genius who only takes advice from always-slightly-drunk art teacher Agnes, his protection is pretty damn valuable: the last person who tried to hurt one of his people will never walk again. Leonard Peabody - he assaulted Vanya, and he paid. Five beat him to the point of hospitalization without getting a single speck of blood or bruise on himself, and Leonard’s the one who walked away in handcuffs. Do not fuck with any of Five’s people, or you have to fuck with Five. And you do not want to fuck with Five.

(Gretchen) Vanya is quiet and subdued, to the point where people question how she’s a part of the school’s most popular trio. If you talk to her for long enough though, it becomes clear: she knows any and everybody’s secrets. She writes for the school paper, and is known to write the stories her subjects don’t want anyone else to find out about. Like Diego, who she outed as bisexual last year to throw people off the trail of her own secret relationship with Sissy, earning her an ex-girlfriend and an ex-friend. She’s been trying to win Diego’s forgiveness ever since, but he won’t talk to her, returning every single one of her letters and gifts. (He’s blocked her number and all of her socials, which she only created to talk to him anyway.) She doesn’t know why Five keeps her around - Klaus loves to gossip, but Five never seems to want any of her secrets. She’s pleasantly surprised to find out that he apparently actually enjoys her company. (What?)

(Karen) Klaus is a fucking mess. He plays the dumb blonde (well, brunette) despite being a genius in his own right, even if he’s not at Five’s level. (To be fair, he’s pretty sure no one is.) He’s a drag queen on the weekends, a hangover from his time in the mafia gang, which he joined with his boyfriend Dave for six months after running away from home. Dave died in a gunfight, and Klaus has been fucked up (well, more than usual) ever since. Anorexia, PTSD, anxiety, depression, self-harm, suicidal ideation, the works. But as lonely as he is, addicted to a fuckton of hard drugs and liquors to cope, he’s still an alluring, aloof, and bubbly popular girl, wearing pink skirts and glittery heels and leather corset crop tops to school every day. No matter how much his father Reginald beats him for it, he keeps being himself, because he’s brave and because even if Reginald hates him, someone far more important loves him… Diego. Diego, who Klaus has kissed under a million stars and in the lollipop shop down the road and on top of a cafeteria table. Diego, who Klaus has chased through the rain and into the street without rest or hesitation. Diego, whose words and promises and scribbles are immortalized on Klaus’ skin for all to see. Diego, who Klaus will love no matter how much bigotry they encounter or dickwads they’re beat up by or miles they put between them. Diego, Klaus’ ex-boyfriend.

(Cady) Allison is the new girl, and she has plans for the advantage being underestimated has brought her. She challenges Five on her first day there, earning his respect, and joins his group at the urgings of Klaus and Vanya, who like her company. A fashion queen, she acts as though she’s unfazed by any and everything, but nobody knows her true heartbreak - she still writes letters to a girl back home. Allison was expelled from her Christian private school for falling in love with a girl named Natalie, who she kissed in janitors’ closets and who she beat up racist and homophobic blondes for. She has no tolerance for bullies, and yet becomes one under Five’s guidance - until she upends his reign as queen bee and signs her death warrant. (Though she later finds out he was more angry at her for stealing Klaus and Vanya’s affection than his popularity.) Now her only hope for happiness in her final days is Ray, the Shakespeare-quoting nerd in her English class… or Luther, the quiet dork in the Star Trek t-shirts in her math class. Fuck, she misses Natalie.

(Aaron) Luther is the posterboard for toxic masculinity. He’s on the football team but hates it, preferring his math tutoring and fantasy books to tackling drills. His bisexuality is his deepest secret - he once slept with Diego when they were drunk at a party after a football game, and he can’t get it out of his head. He keeps thinking about what might happen if somebody found out - would he be shunned like Diego? Trapped like Vanya? Plastic like Klaus? He doesn’t know. All he can do is continue to be kind and hope Allison loves him enough to love every part of him, beyond his good lucks and British accent and fucking Ray. So Luther stands up to Five, and pays the price. He compliments Klaus on his skirts, and pays the price. (Diego seems to simultaneously love and hate him for it, it’s confusing.) He holds the door open for Ben, and pays the price. He’s big enough to be scary, kind enough to be overlooked - but after that incident with Vanya, everyone looks at him like he’s a monster to be locked up. And soon enough, “star student” Luther, “teacher’s pet” Luther, “completely under the principal’s thumb and completely friendless and completely terrified of the world around him” Luther might just break under all that pressure.

(Janis) Diego is the school’s resident outcast and rebel punk - he wears skirts and fishnets and whatever the fuck he wants because if Klaus taught him anything when they were dating it was that gender is a construct and he looks hot in leather. They broke up when Diego was outed and Klaus chose to stay quiet when people started shunning Diego for it, but despite it all, Diego still loves him. He misses when they used to paint their nails together, because he has to paint his own now. They used to stare up at the stars together and fall asleep in the grass, curled up in each other, on the nights that Klaus would run away in terror from his dad and Diego would breathe with him and let him press his hand against his heart until Klaus’ panic died down. His heart still flutters when he sees Klaus smile around a lollipop… but he won’t take him back. He won’t. He just can’t forgive him. So instead, he talks to his mom about everything. He plays soccer with his sister Eudora. He paints shit while smoking weed with his best friend Lila. He thinks of Luther being scared of him and laughs. You know, he was almost in Allison’s position freshman year - Five loved him, and so did Klaus and Vanya, but then Vanya outed him to the whole school for no reason like a day before he and Klaus were going to come out together. And now they’re all estranged, and Diego has the strangest feeling that he’s lost his family, even though his mom is the only real family he’s ever known. But maybe he’s wrong. Because Klaus keeps sending him “anonymous” letters, leaving them on the porch and spilling secrets Diego never even would’ve imagined him having. But forgiveness is still a question - that is, until one day Diego gets a letter in a different handwriting: Five’s, telling him to man the fuck up and love Klaus before he kills himself trying to tear the stars down for Diego’s own personal pleasure, and suddenly, Diego is crying on his porch in the rain, missing a slender, sassy skeleton in his arms and a pink, bruised but unbroken heart in his chest.

(Damien) Ben is everyone’s favorite, and the kindest person in the world. He used to be Klaus’ best friend, but that ended when Ben got into an accident (there was a bus involved, that’s all you need to know) that landed him in a wheelchair and Klaus couldn’t deal with the mental pain it caused him. They still stare at each other longingly from across the cafeteria, but never say a word to each other, not even in class. But beyond Klaus, Ben has never had any friends, though he has a million aquaintances: he’s the only student in the school that everyone loves and respects. Five holds the door for him, though Ben can tell without having to ask that Five would rather nobody know that. He hangs out with Diego because he knows Diego’s lonely, even if he never wants to admit it. He advises Allison not to let anyone control her, telling her he knows Natalie from summer camp and that the deaf girl still loves her and reads every single one of her letters. He gives Vanya his lunch when she skips to cry in the gym after Diego yells at her, even though a part of him might think she deserves it sometimes. He plays sports with Luther after school and offers him an ear and some jokes about his problems, and a few touchdowns when he’s feeling good. He acts as Ray’s student consultant, because he knows how hard Ray works to treat him like an equal. He tutors Eudora in basically everything, but cuts study sessions short to play video games when he can tell she’s too stressed to think. He’s ace and pan and proud about it; he runs the school’s GSA; he defends Diego and uses the right pronouns for Lila when they’re alone without Lila ever having to him he’s trans. He bugs Reginald’s office in one of their many meetings and records enough conversations to get him fired when he tries to expel Five. And finally, karma rewards him - Klaus shows up at his house with a box of brownies he baked himself, all covered in smiley faces, and shoves them into Ben’s hands, shaking his head when Ben assumes they’re for Diego. I miss you, Klaus tells him, and Ben tugs him down into a kiss, pulling away with a stammered apology. I’m sorry, he blushes, and Klaus beams, leaping into his lap and hugging him closer than ever, the two of them queerplatonic partners from then on, forever linked by their fingers in the hallway. Happy. Finally.

Lila is the shy artsy kid who carries around one of those leather brown satchels that looks threatening but is really just code for “I think I’m too cool for a backpack so I stuff all my incorrect homework and favorite comic books into this sack of knockoff pig skin instead”. He’s covered in paint most of the time, and wears Alice in Wonderland combat boots and Sharpie-doodle-covered jeans and big black hoodies and soft grey beanies; he’s trans and hacked off his own hair until an undercut with choppy slash bangs and there’s pink streaks in them, of course, to match the bubblegum he’s always chewing. His nails are bitten and black, and his skin is decorated with tattoos that are almost exclusively Bo Burnham quotes, with the exception of Diego’s name right over his heart. (Diego has Lila’s name over his too - and Klaus’ and Eudora’s, though he’d never tell them that.) He gives his skirts to Klaus and gets along well enough with Five, them both being trans and all, and everyone else knows him as that kid who’ll spread rumors and steal things for bribes. It’s not like he can get in more trouble than he’s already in - he lives with his bigoted and abusive bitch of a mom. But Diego is his best friend - the one he shoots and stabs things with, the one whose ex-boyfriend he talks to because Diego will never admit to himself that he misses Klaus like he would his own lungs if they were torn from his chest, the one whose sister he’s in love with. Wait. Fuck. Oops.

Eudora is Diego’s sister, and the captain of the soccer team. She wears her red jersey with the white numbers to school every day, and is covered in tattoos of magical creatures, because she believes in all of them. She wishes she was a werewolf, and has dressed up as one every year for Halloween since she was ten. (And she’s let anyone dressed a werewolf give her a hickey just in case that turned her. It’s good to have all your bases covered.) She has a broken down pick-up truck named Travis-Trevor-Thomas-literally-any-other-T-name that she loves beyond belief, and drives Diego to and from school in it, though he grumbles about it every day. She eats lunch with him even though he insists he’s fine eating alone and wants her to go away, because she knows he’s lying, and she hangs around the GSA with him sometimes too. She’s lab partners with her brother’s “secret” ex-boyfriend, and is concerned by how quiet he is - she’s seen enough documetaries to know that quiet never means anything good. But unfortunately, she has her own academic drama to deal with - Hazel and Cha-Cha hate her for helping Klaus, and she hates them right back, leading to failing grades in both English and history no matter how brilliant her work is. Mostly, though, Eudora tries to get to know Lila - the pretty, angry, sarcastic emo boy she shares half her classes with, and flirts with every day despite how he ignores her. (ONLY because Lila still smiles and laughs every time she flirts with him, and Eudora knows from Diego that Lila thinks Eudora only flirts with him because it’s some sort of game of “if you get the guy who’s hard to get you win the hundred dollar bet” deal. Otherwise she would’ve backed off immediately because not doing so would be harassment.) Eventually, though, Eudora runs off-field in the middle of a soccer game and over to the stands to ask Lila to prom. Finally, she gets a yes - and, most importantly, a real smile, curled against her own mouth like a Cupid’s bow of promise.

Sissy is Vanya’s ex-girlfriend, and Fuckwad Carl’s current girlfriend. She hooked up with him after breaking up with Vanya, too drunk to even speak, and now her belly’s ballooning and her parents are gonna kick her out unless she marries him like a good Christian woman. And she really didn’t expect herself to tell them to fuck off for this one, but apparently lesbianism makes you do crazy things - so here she is, standing on Ray’s porch in the pouring rain and hoping for the best. She’s depressed and shows that by reading the Bronte sisters; Klaus opens the door for her and brings her notes with doodles all over them which makes her cry; she misses Vanya but hates her for what she did to Diego. And yet Vanya’s there when she goes to the abortion clinic, smiling and joking and holding her hand like always. One day she’ll have a baby and she and Vanya will raise it right, but fuck - that baby sure as hell won’t be Carl’s. (Because fuck that guy.)

Ray is a humanitarian, so, naturally, he’s also the student council president. Five has never mistreated him, because everyone loves and respects Ray, even his critics. He nurtures Allison’s intelligence and encourages Vanya’s musical habits. He tutors Klaus in basically every subject but never talks down to him because he knows the kid’s a genius, just a bit spacey from all the drugs (and the ADHD, let’s be honest). He helps bring Luther out of his shell and takes Lila out shopping for boy clothes, all of which he pays for himself. He’s not scared or offended by Diego’s sarcasm or intensity, instead greeting him every day in class with a new dad joke. He treats Ben to intelligent conversation like an equal and doesn’t let Five be so harsh he’ll regret it later, though he still lets him say what he means and be himself. Everybody knows he’ll be the real President one day - even if for now he wears pajamas to school every day because, in his words, “Clothes are just too much fuckin’ work, man.” (There’s a possibility he may have still been high from hanging out with Klaus that day.)

The Handler is the evil physics teacher. (I don’t know why I said evil clearly all science teachers are evil.) (Yes this is coming from a place of aggression but hey at least I recognize that.) (Plus he deserves it. So fuck you.) (*sticks tongue out*) (Don’t you see how mature I am?) (I’m sorry I’m sorry back to your regularly scheduled programming -) She’s Lila’s mom, and continually and constantly misgenders him (and Five!) in class, not even because she hates trans people, just because she hates him (and Five!). Five always challenges her dictatorial rule, refusing to participate in solidarity with Klaus when she forces Klaus to sit out for wearing skirts. She keeps trying to flunk Ray too, the little bitch, but he just keeps doing so well that she can’t even come up with a falsely plausible reason to fail him! She’s been bribing Hazel and Cha-Cha to flunk certain students for years, unaware that Lila has been stealing from the Handler’s own purse to double those prices for those students to ace their classes. Everybody hates her, and for good reason. I hope she gets fired. (Shut up and let me project onto fictional characters, assholes.)

Reginald is the evil principal and Klaus’ abusive dad. He sends Klaus to school every day in a boys’ “uniform”, which Klaus has to change out of in the bathroom every day with borrowed clothes from Allison. (Anything he owns lives at her house; they have an agreement.) Once Klaus forgot to wash off his nail polish before Reginald came home and he broke all of Klaus’ fingers one by one. (Agnes wants to beat him into dust with a rolling pin.) Klaus stays at Diego’s house a lot, though Klaus refuses to come after they break up even though Diego makes it clear that his door will always be open. Five, therefore, is super protective of Klaus - every time he comes over, he’s super respectful when Klaus is in the room and then verbally rips Reginald to shreds as soon as he’s gone. He once stayed over for an impromptu sleepover when he noticed that Klaus was terrified-ly coming up with more and more ridiculous excuses for Five to stay and not leave him alone with Reginald, and as soon as Klaus was asleep, tiptoed around the house to set up bugs and cameras he got from Ben. He gives all of the evidence to Eudora to deliver to the police, who arrest Reginald and leave him to rot in a cement cell for the rest of his sorry fucking life while Klaus goes on to live Happily Ever After because fuck you and your stupid as shit traditionalism and inhumane experiments you lying scheming fuckwad of a psychopathic monster toad.

Hazel is the exhausted English teacher. His secret? He hates every book he teaches. Also he’s been taking bribes from the Handler and Lila because teachers don’t get paid enough in our society. Also his wife Agnes of twenty years divorced him a year ago for the whole bribery situation and he’s been sleeping in his car and using the school’s facilities to appear fine. Yeah, Hazel’s a mess. ANYWAY - Five is the only one who seems to know what’s going on, and Hazel would like to keep it that way. He knows Klaus is a genius with words but doesn’t know how to tell him that, and he knows Diego’s favorite book is Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austen and has agreed to take that secret to his grave. (What, it’s a good book!) His class is the only place Diego and Klaus dare to interact, and he’s noticed - they often pair up for assignments and take to the floor or beanbags in the corner, often cuddling up and giggling over whatever book or assignment they’ve been sent off to read or do. Hazel also has another hopeless couple he teaches, Lila and Eudora - eventually Hazel starts leaving Lila’s sappy poems about Eudora on Eudora’s desk when she comes in for her own class (separate from Lila’s) because there is no other way those two idiots are getting together, let’s be honest. There’s just too much communication. Mostly Hazel misses his own wife, Agnes - but he’s been out of luck since he cashed it in with the science department, hot cocoa whore that he is.

Cha-Cha is the history teacher, and she has all the sass and dry sarcasm required for that job. She will beat a bitch up for telling her she can’t teach critical race theory, and plays Drunk History and Overly Sarcastic Productions in her class basically every day. She doesn’t believe in tests because if she did she’d have to grade them, and she likes animated kids’ movies and TV shows, especially Paw Patrol and Sofia the First. (Yes, obviously she’s single. She’s also ace-aro, so who the fuck cares.) She takes the Handler and Lila’s bribes because she runs an underground wrestling ring and would like to continue feeding her pitbulls gourmet food. The only kid she’s truly on edge with is Five, who often challenges her in debates - she can’t decide if she’s impressed or enraged about it. Whatever. School’s out, bitches.

Agnes is the art teacher who knows everything about everybody. All of her art is of donuts. (Of course.) She’s a damn good cook, especially of pizza - and donuts. (Naturally.) She always has munchkins available for her students - and donuts! (She always saves the chocolate glazed and jelly ones for Five and Klaus.) She likes to rap explicit beats in her car and play her music so loud it shakes the ground and you can hear it from miles away. (Obnoxious.) So she doesn’t restrict her kids’ projects because that’s not what art is about. (And because it would make her a hypocrite, obviously.) Sure, she divorced Hazel, but hey - she’s living her best life, and eventually he’ll come to his senses and come crawling back to her at three a.m. to badly lipsync a Justin Bieber song about missing her, and she’ll leap out the window into his giant hairy arms and kiss him on his ginormous teddy bear face. Because Agnes, at heart, is a hippy. (And that’s love, bitch.)

Grace is Diego and Eudora’s (and everybody’s!) mom. She goes out for drinks with Agnes on the weekends and to clubs with Pogo every Friday (the librarian/unofficial therapist who acts as her mouthpiece when Diego does something stupid and won’t listen to her advice, the moron). She’s kind to everyone, but takes no one’s bullshit: you hurt her kids, you die. Important Notice: Everybody Is Her Kid. So be kind to everyone, dickwads. Well - except Reginald. And the Handler. Both of whom she bitchslaps for mistreating her precious babies. She then takes in Klaus because Diego loves him, and Ben because Klaus loves him, and Lila because both Diego ad Eudora love him. The only reason she didn’t take in Sissy was because Ray already had her taken care of. She’s a literal angel sent from heaven and we should all be worshipping her like the goddess she is I’m sorry I don’t know when this became Grace Appreciation Day™ but hey I’m here for it and I have no regrets.

#tua #the umbrella academy #mean girls #i don't even like that movie #i kinda hate it actually #i know i know i'm sorry #anyway #kliego #ralluther #klaus &x ben #vanya x sissy #five &x dolores #eudorla #the crack ship of allison x natalie portman because i'm tired okay #hazel x agnes #hazel & cha cha #the hargreeves #the hargreeves & friends #i don't know what this is #fuck you reginald #trans boy lila because i said so #trans five because it's canon #enjoy this mess fuckers #i have no idea what i'm doing #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves

[teddi-too]

Washing away sadness

*you can read on my AO3 here

*a/n: I was sad and wrote a Gang Orca comfort fic. I kept the reader as neutral as I could, sorry if there are parts that read a certain way.

*cw: depression, mental health issues, implied nudity

You’re not sure at this point how long you’d been standing in the shower letting the steamy water stream down your body. Pressing your forehead to the tiled wall, you had unconsciously decided to figure out what would run out first, your tears or the hot water.

Your partner, Kuugo, had a really nice shower. Just the shower was bigger than the entire bathroom at your place. It makes sense, he’s a big man and he loves nothing more than standing under the falling water as long as possible while the stress of his day as a hero melted off and swirled down the drain. Your favorite feature was the many shower heads and nozzles that could be individually controlled. Even when you were in the shower together, neither one of you was ever left damp and cold.

Right now you were in the shower alone, a single shower head turned on above your head. Hot water dripping down your body. It almost felt like an embrace, a warmth against your body you really needed in that moment. Your partner was still at work. You had been at his place alone all day.

One of the things you truly loved about your partner was that behind closed doors, when he wasn’t the intimidating wall known as Gang Orca, he was very caring and tender with you. Not just in the way that he was a true romantic but, also, in the way that he loved you so deeply despite your flaws. You had struggled with depression and mental health issues your whole life. You always felt like it created a barrier that would never let you be completely loved.

Kuugo knew how to navigate those feelings though. He seemed to know what you needed to hear, when you needed to be touched and held, and when his loving touch was too much to bear and you needed to be left alone. You always felt guilty that he had to adjust his love to how your brain was functioning that day but he swears it’s not a burden. He swears it’s because he loves you so much and he wants you to always know that. To always feel worthwhile, protected, and whole with him.

With your forehead still pressed against the tile, and tears still stinging your eyes, you barely noticed when the glass shower door swung open. It wasn’t until you sensed the light behind you block out that you realized your partner had joined you.

Kuugo immediately reached out to you and placed a large but soft-to-the-touch hand on your shoulder. You shook your head against the tile and he pulled his hand back.

More shower heads turned on and you closed your eyes tight but you could feel your boyfriend’s concerned gaze. The space between the two of you continued to fill with emotion -your sadness, his worry-until you could choke on it. You break into a huffing, loud cry and hold your hand meekly out to Kuugo. Without words, he closed the distance between you and brought you into a tight comforting hug.

Feeling safety in his arms, you allow your body to go a bit slack against him and go back to a quiet sob. Kuugo rubbed your back with one hand and kept you tight against his body with the other. He nuzzled his nose against your cheek. Kuugo, having an anatomy somewhere between human and whale showed affection differently than those with more traditional human facial features. This nuzzling of his nose against your skin was his version of peppering you with light kisses.

“Baby-“ you muttered quietly, voice broken from your tears.

“Hmm?” He groaned gently in reply with his thick, deep voice. Hand still moving slowly up and down your back.

“Can you remind me why you love me? I can’t...I don’t...under-“ you babble your request with your tear-tired voice and eyes. You felt his warm hand move from your back and cup your cheek. You instinctively press your cheek into his palm and cozy yourself in his large palm.

“Oh, that’s easy, my love. You are kind, intelligent, empathetic. Strong in mind and body. You are so beautiful, I always fall deeply into your (color) eyes. Every inch of your body is perfect to me, I just want you close to me. To take in your softness, your warmth, your smell.” He continued to describe all the things, little and big he loved about you. Somehow Kuugo always picked up on the small details about your body and personality that make you feel insecure. You pull back from him just slightly so that you can look up into his face. He smiled his big, wide awkward smile. It was sometimes hard for a man so large and intimidating to look soft but you could see it.

“I have an idea,” Kuugo hummed as he pressed you back into his body. He reached for his oversized milky bar of soap and started to awkwardly lather himself while still trying to keep you close with one arm. “Why don’t we finish cleaning up and then we can snuggle up in bed and watch ‘Forensic Files’ until we fall asleep.”

You couldn’t help but smile and your body, which had been weighed down with your heavy mind, felt just a bit lighter. You pushed away from him and grabbed your shower puff and bottle of shower gel.

“Really? You don’t even like that show.” You smiled as you lathered the puff under the shower stream, looking over your shoulder at him. He nodded as he washed his large body.

“It’s your favorite though. I thought maybe if you watched your favorite show, under your favorite blanket, being held by your favorite man-“ you swear he blushed a bit, “it might make you feel better.”

You sighed. One of the many things you loved about Kuugo was that he knew how to comfort you. He didn’t try to convince you not to feel the way you were feeling, he didn’t interrogate how you could feel sad given the life you lead, he just comforted you. He validated your feelings, made sure you were safe and loved, and did what he could to make you feel better.

“I love you Kuugo. I...I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thanks baby.”

#bnha gang orca #bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha gang orca #mha fanfiction #gang orca #kuugo sakamata #comfort fic

[obeysword]

suicidal thoughts / depression / anxiety / paranoia / decline of health

after nanako’s death in the hospital, yu would have killed himself if he’d been left alone that night. if he had gone back up to namatame’s room & finished what he started, bc he did wonder if he made the right choice with stopping yosuke, after he would have attempted suicide. dojima was so distraught he was likely sedated after being dragged away by security. there’s no way yu would have been with him. there’s no way yu would have made it through that night alone.

through the month of nov. yu deals with heavy depression. he doesn’t eat unless someone prompts him. he starts losing weight. he hates being alone in that house. the only reason he goes to school is for a distraction & it’s better than being home alone all day. he starts to wither away. he’s tired, depressed, & a lot of menial tasks for him make him drained & he has no energy for even cooking, cleaning, or a lot of basic chores. he’s able to hold himself together enough for the group, though. his hope is very low on nanako’s recovery, however. she went into that world, still recovering from her cold, & was right beside namatame when his shadow was unleashed. dojima’s back was fractured in that car crash & there’s a lot of things that go through yu’s head if he did die: what happens to nanako, my parents would never want to take her in willingly, if he dies i’ll move away from them & take care of her. i wouldn’t go to college.

by dec. yu let himself hope so much finally bc nanako was awake & her condition improved greatly. he’s more himself, happy again, it’s a shift people can feel. finding out she died, destroyed yu. whatever was holding him together, was broken beyond repair at that point. no one in this group besides yosuke could actually handle yu at his worst, i want to make that really clear. they have a deep bond that can’t be easily defined. i think the others might be able to help him, but not all of them. that’s not a bad thing but yu doesn’t want to open up to people about his pain, his family, & he doesn’t talk about what happens when spring comes. he doesn’t want to reach out to others like they find comfort in him. it’s not a burden issue, it’s: i can’t support myself & no one has ever helped me through things before so i don’t even know how to ask for help. yu is actually a very guarded person emotionally. i’m not sure anyone in this group could handle yu fully broken, bc it’s not just a smile & some kind words that are going to fix things. he cries, he can’t stop until he’s exhausted. he wants physical contact & he might push a boundry with someone if he’s not aware of his actions. he’s still trying to keep his mask up. it’s so apparent how everyone can see. a lot of the group has to pick up the slack & support each other bc yu can’t fill that role outside of combat situations. his words would feel more hollow bc he feels empty.

yu physically holds himself together & uses pain to distract himself when he’s slipping. he’ll claw at his arms, press his nails and fingers hard enough to bruise. he’d never cut into his skin, but there’s so much of him that doesn’t want to be alive. even after nanako’s deemed alive, this still lasts for some time. it doesn’t go away bc they got some good news.

adachi’s betrayal made yu paranoid. how many people does he know, how many could he meet, that would be just like that underneath everything? this builds trust issues within him. it’d be difficult for him to open up to people outside the gang for awhile.

after ameno-sagiri, yu doesn’t feel suicidal anymore. he knows what waits him after he dies, & it terrifies him beyond belief. death is not a release for him. yu doesn’t think he should be alive, he knows he shouldn’t, but he’s still here. why would igor pick a wildcard knowing what was in his future? maybe he thought through his death it would spur the group forward enough to win the “game”. yeah, fuck igor.

christmas isn’t a big celebration event for yu. it feels like more of a chore but he likes being around his friends. HE’S TIRED. he is so tired at this point. but he’s pushing himself to be around his friends & act as normal as he can despite feeling weighted of the past two months.

new years & yu getting sick. yu stayed outside for, i would say roughly 20-30 minutes waiting for yosuke & teddie to show up. he could have gone around the corner to wait with kanji, but he thought they would have been there & he didn’t want to abandon his post bc they might show up any second. he was stubborn. yu admits he’s cold when asked how he is. it’s really cold that night. the next day, if yu felt any symptoms of sickness, he ignored them. he played with nanako & then continued to stay outside meeting up with the people he grew close to over the year. after everything that happened, his body just gave out on him. the stress, depression, the emotional turmoil, dying, adachi, it all built up to where his body said: you’re not stopping & you’re ignoring me, so i’m going to stop you before you actually put yourself back in the grave. he is really sick at this point. he can’t even get upstairs or stand on his own. you can only do so much for someone who doesn’t even want to get better. for a good while, yu didn’t. this was bound to happen to him.

#▼ OOC △ #▼ HEADCANON △ #suicide ment // #suicide cw #suicide tw #suicidal thoughts tw #depression tw #depression cw #death cw #death tw #i hope that's enough to tag but pls ask me if i need to add any <3 #this is a monster but omg #winter is just hell for yu #suicide is extremely common in japan too #most reports get written off as sucides & mental health is treated as a joke #but after everything that happened to yu during this time? lmfao yeah he would be really bad off #i know the game still has you meet with social links & all #but i don't see that being likely for yu #he stops taking care of himself & he's so exhausted socializing would be draining him further #i actually started to cry writing this ;w;

[kassofchaos]

Welcome to Gotham

When youngster hero Ben Tennyson finds himself in Gotham city, all seems to be going well. Gotham is soon to leave its impression.

"This is it, huh?" The young man mutters to himself, shielding himself from the slight cold of a dark Gotham night with a particular green jacket. A few years ago, he might have been taken aback by the sprawling height of the gothic architecture or the utter dirt and sprawl of the streets and alleyways, but a few years ago he hadn't yet travelled all across the US with his close friends in celebration of graduating college. Compared to New York, Gotham seems no different, save for the more depressing atmosphere and streets clear of most activity in the dead of midnight. Ben had expected things to look... more crooked; Gotham's reputation doesn't do it any favors.

This, though? The small uptown streets, faint warm glow of inviting neon signs, and glimmer of gothic windows? Ben could get used to this.

Unfortunately, he's in no position to "get used to this". The ringtone of his phone - a stereotypical 80's alien tune - anchors him straight back to the mission at hand. He reaches for his right pants pocket, the green metal of his strange watch providing a soft glow as always, and immediately picks up upon noticing who's giving him a ring.

"Y'ello? Kev?"

"I've arrived, yeah. Not as shitty-looking as I'd expect, remind me to take you and Gwen out here someti-" The youngster's eyes catch onto an ever-so-recognizable sign just as he walks on past it, stopping in his tracks to give it and the small establishment it belongs to a once-over. "-Yo is that a Mr. Smoothy's!? All the way out here, you've gotta be yanking my chain!" Ben rejoices amidst a few chuckles. Through the phone, Kevin's annoyed tone drags him back to the conversation at hand. Ben takes mental note of the establishment before continuing down the street.

"Yeah, yeah, I've got it, okay? Not a soul for miles out here, I can find it and call back before you know it, alright? Tell Gwen I said hi, see ya later." Waiting for Kevin to wish him luck, Ben hangs up and pockets his phone just as he passes yet another alleyway nestled between the crack of two skyscrapers.

It's not long afterwards Ben starts to hear activity rouse up around him; a pair of footsteps behind him, probably someone else walked out of a building and is on their merry way home. The sound grows, soon he's able to pick up on three separate pairs of footsteps besides his own. Things are getting tense, he can feel it. Just before hitting the next street to cross, another alleyway comes into view. Ben sighs in relief, suddenly taking a left turn straight into the narrow space. If those steps behind him are just passers by, they can continue on their merry way and save Ben the stress. If they aren't... at least they're out of the more public eye.

Of course, much to Ben's dismay, all three head straight after him. He turns around to get a good look at three large, scrappy figures blocking the alleyway's exit. By the looks of it, these aren't just regular thugs or crooks. One of them carries a spiked bat, the second dons a rusty pair of knives on his sides, and the largest of the three is nonchalantly waving a rather sizeable firearm about like a prized bouquet of flowers.

"What's with the matching outfits, boys?" Ben breaks the tense silence with a snark, eyeing the thugs up and down a few times. They're all wearing the very same rough jacket - a green and red number with several white stripes to serve as accents. "Did we just come back from a football game?"

"You know you gots some fuckin' NERVE keepin' your little bravado up like this, punk." The one carrying the bat steps forward, whacking his bat against one of the alleyway walls a few times as a sort of warning. "Either you're new here, or you've been gettin' pretty fuckin' lucky."

Ben sighs. This song and dance again. "Right, so you guys want either my money, my life, my phone, my watch, or all four. Name your price." He leans against the dead end of the alleyway, yawning.

The bat-wielding maniac seems to take this a little too personally, running straight up to Ben and pinning his neck to the wall behind him with the handle of his bat. To make things worse, the impact of the thug's knee against Ben's stomach knocks the wind from Ben's lungs and sending his breaths into a disarray.

"Listen here, asshole! You see a Mad Gang crook, and you fuckin' KNEEL to them! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

The tension of heavy silence returns for a few seconds, but it drags on for much longer in Ben's mind. He feels the bat pulled away, allowing him to get a good breath once again. He struggles to stay on his feet, clutching his stomach with both hands as his breathing stabilizes. The crooked fuck continues, a wicked grin upon his face.

"So you understand now, hm? You give us your wallet, your phone, and that dinky watch of yours, and I won't fuckin' bash your head in." Ben feels his chin lifted by the blunt end of the bat, lifted to lock eyes with the twisted fuck and his shit-eating grin.

"You know... I was considering letting you off easy.." Ben responds after another pause, looking up at the thug with an angry glare. Without so much as another word then, he suddenly slams his left hand over the face of his watch, causing it to envelop his body in a bright green flash.

The thug shields his eyes, taking a step back as regret starts to mount itself upon him. By the time his eyes have opened, he feels his throat grabbed onto by a larger, four-fingered hand. It presses tightly, enough to cause an immense struggle for air. The crook drops his bat, hands moving up to wedge themselves in-between the new assailant's hand and his throat, not finding even an inch of purchase.

His eyes can only behold the sight in front of him. Where once the usual everyday Ben stood, now stands a larger, red-skinned monster. Where his eyes stare forward onto a scowling, fanged snarl, his four eyes stare back. A red humanoid dressed in a black jumpsuit from the waist down, the face of Ben's watch in front of its makeshift belt. Most imposing of all is his muscle; built more than Superman, with an additional pair of arms to boot.

Ben, now Four Arms, speaks up, his fanged maw uttering his words in a low guttural growl.

"This-" A sharp jab to the thug's stomach draws out a pained scream of anguish from the now frightened man, all the air from his lungs knocked straight out by the sheer impact. "-is for my throat."

Right as the crooked man was considering saying his prayers, he feels himself tossed aside by the monster as it steps forward towards his little entourage of guards, cracking all four of his fists. "I don't want this getting bloody, boys. You know what to do."

The other two take the hint, backing away slowly before making a complete break for it, the bat-wielding thug soon following suit. Four Arms sighs, shaking his head. Of course, he can't go a single day without-

"You."

A voice behind the alien grabs his attention, and he turns in preparation only to behold the shadowed silhouette he had only heard of through rumor and hushed tone. The large cape and pointed head, the piercing gaze, the yellow symbol.

"Holy shit..." Four Arms mutters, giving the symbol on his belt a light tap, transforming back into the unassuming youngster Ben. "The Batman!? No fooling, you're really a thing?"

Before Ben could continue chattering on, he feels his chin gripped tightly by the gloved right hand of the caped crusader pulling him in close. Now that piercing gaze starts to settle, eliciting a nervous gulp from the youngster.

"You're coming with me."

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