#decided to post this oldie up

[pilkofi]

something something feelings

[broodygaming]

C2 Spoilers

it drives me NUTS when people say that Taliesin and Matt decided together backstage to kill off Molly. It makes 0 sense and it's ??? just such an unnecessary rumor to spread. People on reddit often spout it like it's just a known fact. Like, as if Taliesin didn't famously complain about having to pull all nighters over a busy weekend to roll and conceptualize a new character cuz he had ZERO backup. As if Molly didn't JUST have a huge lore drop and was clearly building to be a major focus of the next branch of the story. As if Matt didn't have LOADS of lore and planning already done that he had to to redo and reconfigure to fit with the Tomb Takers going and exhuming Molly to continue their plans. Matt said he had this whole thing where Lucien was gonna show up in a different body and hunt down the M9 to kill Molly and take his old body back. He SAID that!

Idk why this drives me nuts. It just feels... almost disrespectful. Like. Y'all. Taliesin isn't a baby. He fucked up. It's okay. He made a dumb choice in the heat of the battle and doubled down and it got his character killed. Things escalated and there wasn't a healer and it's JUST as simple as that. Stop making shit up to justify something that only SEEMS LIKE IT'S ORDAINED because these people are talented story tellers. Blowing all the work they did to reconfigure the story and just HAND WAVING and being like "they planned it ahead of time" is just rude. If it all seems preplanned it's cuz Matt busted his patootie off and reweaved a frayed tapestry into a beautiful work. Happy accidents and all that. CMON.

[starry-bi-sky]

DPxDC Masterpost

Almost all of my DPDC posts have the #Danny Fenton is Not the Ghost King tags, barring perhaps my earliest aus like my Thomas Wayne Au (which will be included in the post). This tag includes art i've made, asks i've answered, and non-fic au posts I've created. This is my main tag!

DPxDC posts under the main tag that don't have their own tag: Danny's Life-Changing Cross-Dimensional Roadtrip with A De-Aged Batman Danny is also Bruce Wayne (Starry goes back to their middle school roots) Danny being the first batkid (if i can get the creative juices flowing I will expand on this. mark my words) There is a Damian clone LOOSE in Amity Park. Oh wait, Danny's got him.

My Biggest DPxDC Aus #Danny Fenton is a Clone: all my posts talking about clone!Danny.

Clone Danny Masterpost: previously my pinned post. A no-powers au where Danny is also a clone of Bruce Wayne, also includes some clone^2

#Clone^2: Clone Damian + Clone Danny au combined, explores themes like identity, found family, and growing into your own as a person. Starting post Here.

#Childhood Friends Au or #Cfau: A childhood friends dead on main au that explores grief, how it may change a person, and how growing up in Crime Alley changed Danny. Contains heavier themes like smoking and mild violence.

#Danyal Al Ghul Au: Mostly contains my au where Danny is not Damian's twin, but his older brother! An excuse for me to delve into the psychological effects that growing up in the League would have on Danny that I don't really see in other DAG aus. Putting the 'assassin' in 'raised by assassins'.

My Minor DPxDC Aus Danny Fenton is Thomas Wayne: an oldie but a goodie! An reveal gone wrong au where Danny decides to go by his middle name 'Thomas' shortly after the events of TUE, and leaves Amity Park two years later. He finds out that Vlad cloned him again and finds an infant in the lab. Danny takes the baby, names him Bruce, and ends up adopted by the Waynes.

#Danny Fenton is Jason Todd au: An au where Danny is Jason Todd! He was adopted by the Fentons shortly after the events of the carjacking.

#Older Brother Danny: contains all of my aus where Danny is an Older Brother. This currently includes only my DAG posts but it's not limited to Danyal Al Ghul.

#Changeling Danny: a half-ghost? oh, wait, no. that's a changeling. even worse! Danny's got latent fey blood from a Fenton getting freaky with a faerie some dozen generations ago, and it reactivated with a fervor when he had his accident! Instead of a halfa, he became one of the Fair Folk.

#Blood blossom au: currently the name for the time being. A Nightingale/First Batkid au where Vlad poisons Danny with blood blossom extract, and it results in Danny running to Batman! Currently only one post, but it has a lot of branching pathways in the reblogs. Batdad centered! Now comes with its own fanfic!

#tales of the passerine: the official au name for my "Danny being the first batkid" post! This au is what inspired changeling Danny. It's the idea that Danny was the first to be adopted by Bruce, and features me favoring batdad over "lmfao Danny goes fuck you bruce and adopts the other kids" au. Because I want batdad.

(Nightingale is, so far, the official vigilante name for the Eldest Batkid Danny concept on my blog.)

#mother of monsters danny: specifically its mother of monsters dan but i digress. I was messing around with my fem!Danyal au and boom! Her evil timeline self is Layal, the terrifying Mother of Monsters who raises any manner of monstrous beasts. I love her <3

#martha knight au same song, different dance! This is a fem danny version of my aforementioned "Danny is Thomas Wayne" au. Except this time around, Danny is Martha! Arguably my favorite between the two, I feel like I'm able to do more with her than Thomas. Her au's vibe is After All by Christine Ebersole

Bonus Excerpt: a ficlet I made in response to a DPxDC Dead on Main prompt! It's not under the main tag as I didn't make the post, however it can be found if you search #fem danny fenton on my blog. I actually really love this idea so I may make it its own tag in the future.

[turbo-tsundere]

Content warning for gore, blood, burns & body horror.

A king with no crown and a holy fool.

(The element of venom/poison, stabbing/puncture wounds and destruction of a whole body is present in both of their deaths. Kokichi's pristine white clothes also end up being shoved down the toilet, and the poison made it difficult for him to breathe, so there's plausible callback to Miu also. Karma at its finest?)

If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner.

(Don't mind them, they're just spilling their guts)

(...)

(Concepts for scenes from a Gonta-centric survival horror game I'll never make. But it was fun to daydream about - maybe one day I'll finish other sketches and doodles relating to it into a more presentable state. The Cat Lady OST was playing on constant repeat while I drew this - Lily of the Valley, Don't Follow the Light, String, Plainwalker, Early Winter, Storytelling, Susan's Blue Sheep (alone again) - those in particular are now stuck in my brain when I look at those drawings, and what I imagine the "game's" mood to be like, at least the opening segment.)

(I felt both heartbroken and like a monster when drawing this one... But I wanted to draw something that doesn't conveniently erase nor tuck his mangled, swollen face away from view. Sure... in game it looks goofy. But I think mockingly disfiguring him was the point in all of this, too. And given the venom, the Schmidt pain index, how it rates some wasp species, the fact that those robot wasps could be packed with anything necessary really... it had to be awful. Really, every stage of Gonta's execution was excruciating and enough to kill a person on its own, but due to his strength he likely suffered through them all. I remember begging in my head he was at least spared the flame, that he was already gone by this point... But it's foolish to pretend it definitely was the case.)

I wanted to post something new, but I was either busy, ill, or focused on something else, so another sketchdump with oldies and wips it is. This time strictly 2020-21 stuff, drawn during the first few months after finishing the game; mostly to process the post-game/Ch4 sorrows. All very emotionally raw, very edgy stuff that I felt, to be honest, too shy to show before.

Like with any wip I posted before, I do hope to finish some of them properly one day, even though I don't know when. But that's fine, I've signed up for a very long ride with the bug man. Taking it easy is the priority.

Speaking of long-term projects, maybe there's no need to, but I do want to talk about my Gonta fancomic, so here goes.

It's a bit long, so I will continue under the cut.

(Some panel teasers first! ...Gonta sanity fine.)

I took a few months long break from personal drawings - an *actual* break, not just sitting in front of a screen, tired, stewing in guilt that I'm tired, and that I can't magically muscle through burnout, or headache, or exhaustion.

My brain was stuck in a loop of berating myself for underperforming, not doing well enough, for taking so long on "mere" 27 pages, when in the past I could finish a 90-page webcomic chapter much faster. I wouldn't let myself rest, because I didn't do enough; but I couldn't do enough, because I didn't allow myself to rest. And it's been going on for months and months.

What a stupid, unconstructive thing to do to myself. I was only spiralling down, intimidating and overwhelming myself with work on the one thing I specifically wanted to keep doing out of joy, not ambition and pedantism. So I decided to just say "fuck it" and stop for a while. Like, actually stop, do something else and try to feel unapologetic about it.

So I briefly took up sewing, a creative activity I had no personal stake in, and then I started PVP-ing in DS3 (sorry if I happened to kick your butt in there. Rest assured my butt gets kicked just as much), which did wonders, too, as non-artistic pastime.

And, in the end, it seems it worked.

I finally feel this internal drive to draw again. Sadly, I can't spend all of my free time on the doujin (I might need to open commissions soon), so my pacing will still be glacial... But there was an internal change from "I have to, I have to, I must..." back to "I want to". And this is all that matters.

Still, that makes me think... while technically I don't have deadlines, the comic has taken so much longer than I thought it would - and it will take a while still. Thus, I wonder if I shouldn't change my approach re publishing it.

The initial idea was to post it all at once when it's fully finished, but I debate releasing it one page at a time instead, while it's still work in progress.

Thing is, I don't think it would be good for overall pacing. I don't want to sacrifice it, plus I can't guarantee regular uploads, esp since I don't exactly work on the pages in chronological order (While the first page is done, it was drawn after I finished a few in the middle & at the end; and there are still a few important pages/panels in first half I'm a bit too afraid of touching just yet, wanting to do them justice. This is how I work in general, jumping around rather than sticking to overly strict linear order.)

The compromise would be to post like 3-5 pages per post, making it so each upload covers a specific scene, however, same issue arises - I can't promise regular uploads. In the end it feels like a half-measure. But maybe it's a good idea, despite that impression?

There's a secret option, too - if this takes absurdly long, my plan was to just post the storyboard, after replacing some panels/pages with already finished drawings. The thing is readable as is, and long finished on that front anyway. My personal deadline for that was "right before my current lease ends", but, well… I plan on extending it anyway, and again... it's just a back-up option for when everything else fails. In the end, I just want to finish the comic, and present it how it's meant to be presented, however long it will take.

All those things considered, I'll stick to the original plan for now... and then we shall see. I simply wanted to share where things stand currently, and where they might go.

And that's it! If you've read this far, thank you. See you in the undetermined future.

[thisismeracing]

Pretty Liar | LN4 (Patreon exclusive)

― Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader ― Word count: 5.6k ― Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol; +18! graphic description of sex (p in v, oral - both, fem and male receiving). ― Summary: Ever since Lando was a kid he knew his future would bring fame somehow, always involved with racing and having just what it needed to become a Formula 1 driver, he was happy with everything it entailed, up until said future became his present and he realized there was also a rough side to the fame. That’s why, when he found you – someone who had no idea who he was, he kept his career from you. He would tell you, and he would eventually clarify the situation, he had it all planned, however, all it took was one week. One week for you to discover that what you thought started as a beautiful story, was actually a perfectly told lie. Lando was pretty, but he was also a liar. Now he had to find a way to explain everything, and you had to find it in you to forgive him.

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Some scientists believe that it takes around ten minutes for an average person to make an everyday decision. Yet, the moment Yn’s eyes met Lando’s, and he smiled at her, she knew they would go home together that night, and this exchange took less than a second. 

His face seemed familiar, but she couldn’t remember where. She thought maybe it was from an old Instagram post their friends in common had made. Maybe they saw each other in a pub before. The city wasn’t that big, their crowds were similar, and they were both young.

Lando seemed surprised with the news, “You don’t…know me?” 

“Should I?” Yn asks, quirking her eyebrows with a glimmer of humor in her stare. 

He shook his head before Oliver, their common friend, could say something, “Nah, it’s just…I’m a DJ, I thought maybe you had seen something about me around a party you know?!” 

Yn bit her lower lip, chuckling. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you must be a great DJ, but I’ve never heard of a Lando Norris before.” 

“Now I’m hurt,” the Brit turned to their friend, and Oliver’s laugh boomed around. 

That was how their first interaction went, with both aware of the tension line being pulled. Lando had never seen someone match his energy like she did, and Yn had never felt that giddy with a guy before. When someone grabbed Oliver away, the speakers gave space to a remixed tune of  Zedd and Yn asked what Lando was playing that night, or if he was playing at all. 

He smiled at her showing the small gap between his teeth which she decided was one of her favorite features of his, after his eyes, “It depends. What do you want me to play?”

“Oooh, smooth, I like it!” she giggled, taking a sip of her drink, and using the seconds to breathe in some air. “Would you mind playing Rihanna?” 

“Most recent ones or oldies?” 

“Around 2010s would be perfect.”

“I know exactly the song,” he announced like a promise, and Yn nodded, grabbing his hand, lacing their fingers, and starting to head in the direction of the bar. It would be an hour or so until the pub’s DJ finished his thing. 

“Do you wanna drink something?” Yn stopped to say in his ears now that the song seemed much louder and so did the crowd. Lando’s free hand grabbed her waist, and he shouted back that he had just grabbed his refill, but he was fine going with her. 

Truth was, Lando didn’t even like the bar area that much, drunk people would tend to gather there sometimes, spill their alcohol, scream, and try creating scenes, but something about Yn’s eyes would make him follow her to hell, and they had just met. That felt a tad scary, but he wouldn’t think too much about it, trying to focus his mind on Danny’s words about enjoying the butterflies, enjoying the naivety, and enjoying the nerves that came with it. 

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“I still gotta learn how to bake properly.”

“We could try together. I know a thing or two about sugary recipes,” she suggested. “Meanwhile, you cook the main dish and I make the dessert—” she stopped mid-sentence, putting the palm of her hand on her forehead. “We forgot about dessert, Lan!” 

But the pilot can only grin, watching in awe as her lips pout slightly.

“I didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” her tone started with a confused hint, but when their eyes met and Yn caught the way his gaze drifted  across her body like a caress bringing a shiver along. Her legs instinctively crossed in search of the slight tinge of pressure. 

“Oh, you know exactly what I mean,” his grin was wicked, and the way his head pointed to the space in front of him at the table almost made Yn whimper. Lando pushed the plate and glass to the side, watching as Yn got up and walked to him. The noises of the city came through the open windows, just like the cold wind, creating the perfect harmony with the way her bare steps hit the ground, the slight sound coming from it. 

The legs of Lando’s chair scraped on the ground when he pushed it just a tiny bit to make room for Yn. She sat on his lap, legs on either side of him, caging him in place, and giving him the feeling of her bare cunt against his dress pants. 

“Aren’t you wearing anything under the dress?” he asked, mocking shock on his expression. 

Yn merely shook her head, “It would just ruin it anyway.”

And just like that cooking conversations and random subjects were long forgotten, their lips smashed together in a heated kiss, and Yn moaned into his mouth when Lando gripped her waist and guided her movements on top of him, his cock hardening with each motion. 

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“Come in my mouth,” she rasped, it sounded like a plea, and Lando couldn’t help but give it to her. At that moment he would give her anything and everything she asked for. The way her eyes blinked at him from between his legs, mascara a bit smudged on her cheeks, lips swollen from sucking, she looked like an angel. 

And he couldn’t deny an angel its request.

So when her mouth enveloped him again, cheeks hollowing and tongue twirling Lando gripped the table, hips buckling slightly and body finally succumbing to pleasure. He watched as his cum leaked from her mouth, his dick still spurting the white liquid and making it land on her chin and collarbone. 

Yn grinned up at him, licking her lips. 

He scooped cum from her chin using his finger and she eagerly opened her mouth, sucking his thumb and smiling up at him again. At that moment, he wanted them to be intimate enough, so he could grab a camera and save that image. Frame it. Store it under locks. Have it with him forever. Something about the way she looked and what they had just done stirred his insides again.

“Can I have mine now?” he scooped more cum this time from her collarbone and Yn nodded, parting her lips to him again. 

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[holdupjack]

Death Row

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: No Magic/Prison AU

WARNING: MENTION OF SA/ABUSE/MURDER/DEATH

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Third Person P.O.V:

July 11th, 2008

Y/n sat on her bed in the Death Row Cell Block A, watching the open food tray slot on her door as guards walked by every twenty minutes or so. It was quiet for the most part, she could hear one of the other inmates' radio playing some oldies from somewhere nearby.

If she had counted correctly, then today marked her eighth year in prison. She supposed that celebrations were in order. Maybe she could convince one of the guards to give her a muffin for the occasion.

Y/n stood up and walked over to the door, grasping the bars on the small window that gave her some access to the hall. She could hear a set of footsteps coming towards her, so she stuck out her arm and waved it.

"Good morning, Y/l/n" a gentle voice calls back as she puts her arm back in the cell and watches as a recognizable face comes into her view.

"Good morning, Remus" she replied as he looked at her with a kind smile. He was one of the few guards who were nice to her during her stay in this 6 by 9 by 12 space.

"Guess what today is?" She asks with a smile and he ponders for a moment, before finally speaking.

"Meatloaf Monday?" He asks and she rolls her eyes at his remark. He smiled back at her as he watched the young girl try not to chuckle at him.

"Well, yes, but that's not all! If I've counted correctly, then today should be my eighth anniversary in this place" she hums and Remus nods as he crosses his arms and thinks for a moment again.

"Has it really been that long already? Time sure does fly" he hummed back as he got closer to the door and whispered to her.

"I'll get you one of those muffins that you like as a gift," he says and her smile grows.

"You read my mind" she whispered back as he chuckled and stepped back from the door. His back suddenly straightened, and that was enough for Y/n to know that he wasn't just doing his regular rounds.

"Please step back from the door," he says and Y/n does what is told, walking back to stand next to her bed as he unlocked the cell and pulled out his handcuffs.

"A field trip? Well, aren't you full of surprises today" Y/n says as she turns around and puts her hand behind her back, already knowing the drill by now.

"Since your last checkup with the doctor, it seems you've begun to lack the necessary vitamins to help your body," Remus says as he cuffs her and places a firm hand on her shoulder as he guides her out of the cell.

"So, I need more sunlight?" Y/n asks as they begin to walk down the hall. Another guard, a rookie named Quirrell, stood posted by a locked gate ahead of them.

"Not exactly, the government had decided to issue you shots for you to take, so make nice with the nurses" Remus chuckled as Quirrell opened the sliding steel door, he had an annoyed look on his face as he kept his eyes on Y/n. Nobody really liked Quirrell, he was a prick and a pushover at the same time, and it was hard to get a grip on him when you needed to.

"Don't mind him Y/n, he rolled out on the wrong side of the bed this morning" Remus chuckled as they walked through the doorway and followed the signs leading to the hospital wing. It took them a few minutes, but when they did arrive, Y/n took immediate notice of a new person on staff.

"Why, hello there" she greets as Remus rolls his eyes and uncuffs one of Y/n's hands, but soon connects it to the steel bar next to the examination bed. A young woman, a brunette, and around the same age as Y/n, turned to them with a small hesitation.

"You must be Nurse Granger, I'm Officer Lupin but please, call me Remus," he says as he sticks out his hand and greets her kindly. She shakes his hand and bows her head slightly, but her eyes continuously flicker over to Y/n in a nervous nature.

"I don't bite...unless you like that?" Y/n teases and Remus sighs and waves a hand in her direction.

"This is Y/n Y/l/n, Death Row inmate 7991. She is one of our nonhostile prisoners, and won't give you any trouble. I honestly think the worst thing you'll get out of her is her corny pickup lines" he mumbles as Y/n looks at him in disbelief at his hurtful comments. The nurse let out a small laugh as she seemed to calm down slightly.

"Corny? You taught them to me!" She defended as he rolled his eyes and walked over to the door, opening it slightly before looking back at Nurse Granger.

"I'll be right outside, just give a holler if you need help," he says before closing the door behind them. Leaving the both of them alone together. Y/n looked over at the brunette and raised an eyebrow at her.

"So, Nurse Granger. What's your first name?" Y/n asks as she watches the medical professional pick up the clipboard on the table and read it over. Their eyes met for a moment but then disconnected again when she looked back at the paper.

"Does it matter?" She asked as she walked over to the cabinet across the room and gathered some equipment. Y/n hummed in thought and then shrugged.

"I suppose not, since I'll be dead eventually," Y/n says with a smirk as the other girl turns with a face of horror. She obviously had not meant it in that manner, but Y/n couldn't resist the easy teasing.

"That's not what I meant! I was just saying that since I have to remain professional-" she began to ramble, but soon just took a deep breath to cut herself off.

"Hermione. My name is Hermione." she sighed as Y/n began to grin and sat up on the examination stable. There was a playfulness to Y/n that made Hermione slightly uneasy, considering what cell block she was in.

"Hermione? Pretty name." Y/n says as the nurse grabs the stethoscope from around her neck and cautiously walks up to her.

"I don't bite" Y/n chuckled as Hermione closed her eyes and rolled them, just in case this prisoner was violent.

When she opened them again, she was greeted by Y/n biting the air in front of her, which made the brunette jump back. The prisoner began to howl with laughter as Hermione's face turned a bit crimson at the way she had been exposed to still being nervous.

"Not funny. Don't make me call in Officer Lupin" Hermione states to which Y/n continues to fight back her chuckles. The nurse finally worked up the courage to place a hand on Y/n's shoulder as she steadied herself.

"You're no fun, you're going to be like Nurse Umbridge, aren't you?" Y/n asks and Hermione has to stop herself from gagging at the mention of her superior's name. That woman was a piece of work, and it seemed that the inmates knew that as well.

"That is for me to know, and for you to find out," Hermione says as she places the cold metal against Y/n's back and listens to her heartbeat. It was steady and strong, but nothing sounded out of the ordinary. Which was good, obviously.

"Ooo" Y/n snickered as Hermione switched to the front of her chest and listened intently.

"Take a deep breath," she asks and Y/n does as she says, watching as Hermione focuses and moves the metal part of the instrument along the top of her chest. A slight chill ran up Y/n's spine as the woman's nails scraped along her skin as well.

"Exhale" she states, to which Y/n listens again.

When Hermione stepped away and placed the stethoscope around her neck, their eyes met again. She didn't seem as nervous as before, but the guarded aura was still prevalent.

"Everything sounds fine. So, now that leads me up to the questions" Hermione says as she pulls the rolling chair over to her and sits down, looking over the clipboard again.

"Questions? You're very thorough" Y/n says as she plays with the handcuff around her wrist. Hermione chuckled softly as her eyes flickered up for a moment before looking back down at the questionnaire.

"It's my job" she replies and Y/n just hums softly at her response. She had only been here less than a decade now, but none of the other nurses or doctors had even asked her if she had symptoms of anything when she had a cold. They usually just gave out pills willy-nilly.

No wonder the druggies love getting 'sick'.

"Alright, how are you feeling today? Any illnesses I need to be aware of?" she asks, Y/n just shakes her head as the clock on the wall ticks by slowly. It had only been around five minutes, but it seemed longer to both of them. Maybe it was because Hermione wanted to get Y/n out of here or maybe it was because Y/n was having such a fun time teasing the newbie.

"Do you suffer from any disorders or diseases that could affect the performance of the shot you will be taking from now on?" Hermione asks and again, Y/n shakes her head. She didn't really know what else to say, but she did want to ask more personal questions. Yet, it didn't seem like Hermione wasn't in a sharing mood at the moment.

"I suppose not" Y/n hums as Hermione nods and rolls herself over to the small box that lay on the counter near them. She grabbed it and pulled out a skinny syringe with a neon red liquid inside, there was condensation on the plastic, so it must be fresh out of the fridge.

Hermione rolled back and held out her hand, to which Y/n instinctively placed hers in it, they looked back at one another. Hermione raised a brow at the other girl.

"You know, holding hands is more of a date three kinda thing" Y/n teases as Hermione fights back the urge to roll her eyes and trailed her hand up to the inmate's arm, pulling up the jumpsuit sleeve.

"I wanted your arm" she mumbled and Y/n just laughed softly as the nurse tied the rubber band tightly around her bicep. Hermione cleaned off a spot just under the band with a disinfectant wipe.

"So, does this go into a vein or?" Y/n asks and Hermione shakes her head as she puts the shot on a small metal table near the examination bed. She rolled over to the door and pulled out a pair of latex gloves that hung in a box near it.

"Just in the skin" Hermione hummed as she rolled back and picked up the shot again, she pulled off the cap that protected the needle, and looked back at Y/n.

"Ready?" She asks and Y/n just nods as she turns her arm towards Hermione for a better angle. The brunette placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder and hovered the needle over the disinfected skin.

"One, two, three" Hermione says calmly as she injects the shot, and then pulls out the syringe. She threw it away in the nearby garbage can and then wiped the small amount of blood that came from the puncture wound. The rubber band came untied with a quick pull and fell to the ground.

"How many times do I have to get this?" Y/n asks as Hermione tells her to hold the wipe while she gets a bandage. She stood up this time, walking over to one of the cabinets and looking inside.

"Every one to two days for the next two weeks, then we'll do a check-up to decide if we continue for a few more days or we begin with only once a month" Hermione explained as she pulled out two different bandages, there were the basic one, and a SpongeBob one. The nurse turned to her with a raised eyebrow, and Y/n just grinned.

"You know which one I want" she replies, Hermione couldn't help but chuckle as she put the basic one away and walked over with the others. As she sat back in the rolling chair, Y/n had a debating look on her face, before finally saying something.

"Can I give you some advice?" Y/n asks and Hermione looks up at her as she unwrapped the bandage. If it was medical advice, then this was going to be a waste of breath, but she decided against saying anything.

"Don't place anything sharp near prisoners, then turn your back on them. You did that with the needle, and I could have easily just..." Y/n trails off as she gives a demonstration, showing she could have just reached over to the metal table and grabbed it. Hermione felt her throat close, as she realized how stupid that really was.

"Why didn't you?" Hermione whispered as she placed the bandage on the injury, and looked away from Y/n. The inmate sighed as she watched the nurse throw away the scraps of paper and plastic.

"You're nice, and I'm already on Death Row. What help would that do me?" Y/n chuckles as Lupin walks back into the room. Hermione stood up and gave a nod to him as she threw away the latex gloves as well.

"All done?" He asks.

"Yes, and make sure she eats and drinks something when she gets back to her cell," Hermione says as she takes a deep breath, and leans back on the counter behind her.

"I got the food part covered" he chuckled as he pulled out a wrapped muffin from his pocket, which made Y/n grin.

"I knew you liked me!" She chuckled as she tried to grab it, but her held it from her grasp and put it back in his pocket. She frowned as he un-cuffed her from the bed, but then put her hands behind her back.

"It's all yours once we're back to your humble abode" he replied. Y/n looked back at Hermione and gave a smile.

"Catch you in a few days, Hermione"

——————

July 25th

Hermione yawned softly as she looked over her schedule for the day. Her eyes fell to a familiar name, and she cocked her head to the side as she read it.

'BLOOD WORK ON Y/N Y/L/N (INMATE 7991)'

Ah, that's right, the two weeks were up. That means she gets to do something other than shots and pill distribution. She missed being an intern at a real hospital, but at least she didn't have to change bedpans as much as she used to.

Over the last few weeks, she had gotten more comfortable with Y/n, but only to be calm enough to smile at her attempts at jokes. They were very flirty, but what else was to be expected? Y/n was on death row after all, it wasn't like she got to regularly interact with other women besides the few guards.

So Hermione dealt with it, but she'd be lying if she said they didn't make her face hot from time to time.

She sighed and stood up from the small table in the staff lounge. Her hands crumpled up the trash from her lunch and dumped it in the garbage as she walked out of the room.

"Ms.Granger?" An irritating voice calls out.

Hermione rolled her eyes but soon turned towards the person with a smile. Dolores Umbridge had a devilish smile on her face, which meant that she had bad news to give. The younger girl was almost blinded by how bright her pink scrubs were.

"Yes?" She replies as the older woman walks up to her and hands her a file, Hermione raises a brow and opens it, only to realize it was Y/n's. Why would she give her this?

"This is Y/l/n's. If this is about her B12 shots, I'm doing the blood work today-" she was cut off as Umbridge shook her head and tapped on where the name of her primary physician in the prison would go.

'Primary Physician: HERMIONE GRANGER'

Her eyes widened.

"W-Wait, I can't be her Physician! I'm just a Nurse Practitioner!" Hermione exclaims and Umbridge just shrugs with that evil smile of hers as she looks her up and down.

"The inmate requested that you be the first person to aid her from now on, and I saw no problem since you have more than enough training than the regular Nurses" the older woman chuckles as she walks away, giving an over-the-shoulder glance as she does.

"Good luck!

Hermione fought back the urge to chuck the file at her head and instead took a deep breath. This had to be against the law to some degree, but she didn't seem to have a choice in the matter. So, she just walked away and stepped into a private room.

She laid the file on the counter and sat down on the rolling chair. Her eyes scanned the area, making sure the equipment and room were clean still since the night shift left.

Clean enough.

Hermione stood up and grabbed a few disinfectant wipes from the supply under the sink. She began to wipe down the medical equipment out of habit, and her minor clean freak ways. It wasn't until the door opened again, did she stop.

"Oh honey, I'm home to play doctor"

Hermione gave a soft breath of a chuckle as she turned towards the door to find Y/n being brought in by Officer Lupin. The older man rolled his eyes as he cuffed her to the metal bar, and sighed softly.

"Do you want me to stay in the room? She's been very playful today. I think she gets excited when she realizes it's time to go see her favorite nurse" he hummed as Hermione looked at Y/n with a smirk. For once, Y/n hid her face. Schoolyard crush, it was a sweet gesture, but it wouldn't go anywhere. Not on Hermione's watch.

"I think I can handle it" she replies as he just nods and looks back at Y/n. He pointed a finger at her as he smiled.

"Be nice" he states, to which Y/n crosses her heart and holds up a Boy Scouts salute.

When Officer Lupin backed away and left the room, Hermione crossed her arms and looked at the girl with an annoyed glare. Y/n noticed immediately and chuckled nervously.

"Would you care to explain to me how you got Nurse Umbridge to agree to me being your on-call Physician?" Hermione asks and Y/n plays with the handcuff around her wrist with an anxious demeanor. The nurse sighed and pulled her hair into a ponytail, tying it with one of her hair ties.

"I told her that I'd say 'hi' to her mom in hell" Y/n joked as Hermione huffed and rolled her chair over to the latex gloves box. As much as she did want to laugh, this was important.

"Y/n, this is serious! I am not a Doctor. I am a Nurse Practitioner" Hermione says as she pulls the gloves onto her hands and stands up, pushing the chair over to Y/n with her foot.

"So? Isn't that basically the same thing?" Y/n asks and Hermione scoffs as she walks over to the small rollable metal table, where she had sterilized and set up everything she needed to draw blood.

"No. That isn't even close to being the same thing." Hermione sighed as she rolled it over to Y/n and sat back down in her chair. The prisoner just shrugged as she didn't really know what else to say on the matter, other than that her boss might hate her.

"I trust you more than Umbridge. So I don't see why it's such a big deal." Y/n mumbled as Hermione wrapped the rubber band around her bicep, but much tighter than the other times.

"I legally can't even call myself a doctor, so how do you think it'll work out for me to be your Physician?" Hermione huffed as she took ahold of Y/n's forearm and turned it upwards. Then something caught her eye. There were burn scars, but nothing like she had seen before.

Y/n saw her reaction.

"Pretty cool right? I used to tell the other foster kids that I got them when I would beat up the lava monster in the basement. They were so gullible." Y/n chuckled as she watched Hermione touch them delicately, almost like she thought they still hurt.

"How did you really get them?" Hermione asks as she looks back at Y/n, who seems torn now. She then shook her head lightly and laughed at the fact that she was nervous again.

"I think it's a little early in our relationship-"

"Friendship" Hermione corrects.

"Tomayto/tomahto. Anyways, I think it's a little early to tell you the reason I'm on death row" Y/n says as Hermione looks back at her forearm, deciding to leave well enough alone. She took her thumb and searched for a good vein to draw from.

"I already know why" she replies and Y/n nods slowly. Hermione pressed her thumb on the vein so she wouldn't lose it, and grabbed the disinfectant wipe, cleaning the area.

"You know the media version" Y/n countered and Hermione hummed in response as she picked up the needle from the table. She supposed that was true, but did she really want to hear her out?

"I know you killed three people, and I think that's all I need to know" Hermione states as she punctures Y/n's skin and vein, beginning to draw blood into a vial.

"That's fair. I wouldn't trust the word of a killer either if I were in your shoes" Y/n says as the conversation falls into silence.

Hermione ended up giving the duty of providing Y/n her B12 shots to another nurse on the night shift after this encounter, and they didn't speak until the next time they met, but it was in much less desirable circumstances.

——————

September 19th

Hermione raced to her car at three A.M, stumbling slightly as she fought off the sleep from her eyes. Umbridge had called, telling her that Y/n, technically her patient, had been shanked on her way to the night shift Nurse for her shot.

She had been told that Warden Snape would tell her more details when she arrived back on the premises. The brunette felt guilt form in her stomach, knowing that this probably wouldn't have happened if she had pushed away her judgment and just did her job.

"God dammit" she whispers as she got into her car and drove off.

When she did get to and into the prison, it was on lockdown, and guards patrolled the halls nervously. Hermione walked down to the emergency area of the building and found Warden Snape standing outside one of the rooms with his regular, emotionless face.

"Warden" Hermione greeted as she stopped in front of him. He nodded and gave a tight-lipped sigh, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Officer Ronan was taking Y/n Y/l/n to the nurses station for her monthly B12 dose, when Officer Gale was taking Inmate Bellatrix Lestrange down to solitary confinement due to indecent behavior the last few days. From what both Officers have told us, is that they had both prisoners hugging either wall as they passed one another when Bellatrix lunged at Y/n and procured a shank from somewhere on her body. They were able to subdue her, but it wasn't until Y/n had been stabbed at least four or five times." Warden Snape says in his monotone voice, and Hermione takes a breath. She expected the worst, but then he spoke again.

"Luckily, the razor wasn't secured properly into the makeshift handle. So it broke off in her body in the first stab, but Bellatrix's pure strength was able to make small stab wounds with the handle alone." He explains and Hermione puts up her curls with one of the hair bands on her wrist.

"How bad is the wound with the razor?" Hermione asks and Warden watches her for a moment before answering.

"It wasn't as deep as we thought, so there was no need to send Y/n to an outside hospital. Nurse Carrie is stitching her up right now, and will monitor her throughout the night." Snape says and Hermione quickly speaks up.

"No. I'll do it. She's my responsibility in the first place" she says and he nods, following her with his eyes as she walks past him and into the emergency area. The curtain around the bed at the end of the room hid most of Y/n.

When she got close enough, she snuck around the cloth and saw the Nurse taking care of Y/n, sloppily stitching her up. Hermione almost smacked her hands away to stop her but refrained. Y/n's eyes were shut, but flinched at every pull and tug the doofus of a medical 'professional' did.

"Hey Carrie, I'll take over. Go take a break." Hermione says with a fake smile as the girl grins and stands up. Y/n still didn't open her eyes at the sound of her voice, Hermione guessed it was a way to show she was displeased with her.

"Thanks, Hermione!" Nurse Carrie says as she walks around the curtain, faster than the brunette could say 'no problem'. Hermione quietly sat down and put on a pair of gloves before she began to untie the stitches, being careful as she did so. The door opened and shut as Carrie left, announcing they were alone.

Hermione threw away the old stitches and her gloves as she stood up to wash her hands. Y/n still didn't say anything, her heart rate was slightly high, but not audibly noticeable on the monitor. The brunette had a million thoughts going through her mind as she washed her hands thoroughly.

When she came back to the chair and sat down, she put on a new pair of gloves and looked over the injuries. Y/n laid in only her pants and bra, both had blood on them, but nothing super concerning. Hermione instinctively traced her fingers around the five puncture wounds on her stomach.

"These aren't even washed out properly! That idiot!" Hermione whispered as she stood up again to grab a washout bottle. Y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle due to her nurse's frustration with her coworker.

Her eyes opened to find Hermione mumbling to herself as she filled a bottle with water at the sink nearby. Y/n laid her head back down as she watched her walk back over and sit down. She does a double-take when she realizes that Y/n has opened her eyes.

"Hi," she breaths out.

"Hi," Y/n whispers back as Hermione pulls her chair closer to the side of the bed. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she spoke again.

"How are you feeling?" Hermione asks but soon realizes how stupid that sounds.

"Like I've been stabbed" Y/n replied with a chuckle as Hermione took the squeeze bottle and gently cleaned out each wound. Y/n hissed, and Hermione gave a soft 'sorry' under her breath.

"Y/n, why did this happen?" She asks as her other hand dabbed a cloth around the wounds to catch the water.

"I don't know. All I know is that this is why they shouldn't allow guards to cuff violent inmates with their hands forward." She sighed, to which Hermione agreed with wholeheartedly. This had actually been brought this up in a staff meeting just a month ago.

"I agree" she sighed as she put the bottle and cloth onto the metal table, and moved over the suturing needle. Y/n turned tense as she watched Hermione, who caught her body stiffening up from nervousness.

"It's alright" Hermione whispered as she gave a comforting smile. She grabbed the unopened numbing cream, which that ditzy nurse either forgot to use or did on purpose.

"L-Lupin said that tomorrow was your birthday, which makes it today," Y/n said through gritted teeth, her eyes looking around the ceiling in a pained way that almost looked like panic.

"I'm twenty-nine as of today," Hermione says as she unconsciously lays her forearm atop Y/n's hand, she grabs it gently. Not too tight, but not too loose.

"I always liked older women," Y/n says as she seems to calm down, her fingers caressing the underside of her forearm in a slow and steady motion. Hermione knew better than to let her do this, but it was the only way to keep Y/n calm.

"We're only a year apart" she chuckled as she looked over the wounds one more time before falling back to the metal table as she unscrewed the cap on the numbing cream.

"I'm going to numb the small gashes with this, but the big one has to be done now. I can't wait for the cream to start working to stitch it up, I don't want to run the risk of infection" Hermione explained as Y/n just nodded and closed her eyes again. She listened as Hermione moved around for a few moments, calculated but soft.

A cold cream is spread around the smaller wounds, which makes Y/n shiver slightly. Hermione chuckled at that as she put the tube down and changed into a clean pair of gloves again.

"I'll be as gentle as possible," Hermione says as her eyes sorta wander for a moment, taking in Y/n's body. Hey, even nurses can appreciate a good-looking body when they see one. Granted, this probably isn't the best time.

"At least buy me dinner first" Y/n replied as she opened her eyelid slightly and caught Hermione staring for a moment before she cleared her throat and grabbed the needle and thread from the table.

"How about a muffin from the staff room?" Hermione asks as she pinches the skin together before she starts the process. Y/n grunted and nodded at her offer, always happy to get her favorite treat.

Hermione soothed her with quiet shushes and a caress of her wrist against her side from time to time. It was innocent. Obviously.

——————

It was late in the morning now, and Y/n had crashed from her adrenaline high. She was fast asleep as Hermione carefully covered her handy work with gauze. She took a deep breath and cleaned up the area around the bed before finally washing her hands and taking a seat in the recliner chair in the corner. Her eyes were on Y/n as the sun began to shine through the window.

She should be tired, but Hermione had too much to think about. Like how she had let her judgment go too far, to the point that Y/n could have died from a random attack of violence. She wasn't taking her job seriously, and she was ashamed of herself for it.

"I'm sorry" Hermione whispers to Y/n, who just snored softly on the hospital bed. Even though she knew that this could have happened whether she had been her nurse or not, it still irked her that she had been so uptight.

The door at the end of the room opened, and in walked Officer Lupin. He had a stressed and confused look on his face as he quickly walked over to Hermione. She stood up and put her finger to her mouth before she spoke, nodding her head over to show the sleeping inmate.

"How is she?" He whispers as Hermione guides him back towards the door so they won't disturb Y/n as she sleeps. She wasn't all the surprised to find Lupin so worried about Y/n, he had taken a liking to her after all. Almost in a fatherly sense.

"She'll live" Hermione replies as she leans against one of the counters near the door. Officer Lupin sat down in one of the chairs, and let out a deep sigh.

"You know, in the eight years she has been in my cell block, she has never caused any problems." He started as he crossed one leg over another and took off his cap, it now lay in his lap as he took a deep breath.

"Now don't get me wrong, most death row inmates don't cause much trouble, but she's different. Never asks for outlandish things like a radio or TV in her cell, hell, she didn't even ask for a new blanket after it was forgotten by the laundry crew" Officer Lupin chuckled as Hermione smiled softly back at him. Y/n seemed to be a favorite for a lot of different staff members. She was kind and respectful but was prone to give a few inappropriate jokes around the females, but Hermione was already aware of that.

Most of them didn't seem to mind it.

"I read the report on her. I actually read it five separate times" he says as his eyes stare at Y/n's feet. He wore a sad look in his eyes, which caught Hermione off guard. She expected a disgusted look.

"Every gruesome little detail."

Hermione took the seat next to him and looked at him from the corner of her eye. She never decided to look into the record on Y/n, she knew enough from when the whole case went down back in 97'. It was the talk of the country.

Her mother even took a day off work to watch the trial on TV in 2000. She had told Hermione multiple times her feelings about the whole thing.

"That town had it out for that poor girl, god forgive me, but good riddance to that foster family"

Maybe it was time to look into everything.

——————

October 31st

Hermione followed Officer Lupin as he guided her down the hall of Death Row Cell Block A. No one paid them any mind, most were watching TV, listening to the radio, or reading a book. In the middle of the hall, they stopped in front of the door.

She couldn't help but look over the Officer's shoulder as he unlocked the door, Y/n sat on her bed with her nose buried in a book.

"Y/n, you have a visitor," Lupin says as he opens the door and moves out of the way for Hermione. She gave a soft smile as she hid the bag behind her back and stepped inside. Y/n's eyes widened as she marked her page and placed it on the table beside her bed.

"I'll check on you in five minutes," Lupin says as he shuts the door behind her and locks it. Y/n kept her distance as she stood up, there wasn't really enough space to be far apart, but she didn't want to scare Hermione.

"To what do I owe the pleasure? My next dose isn't till a week or so from now" Y/n says with a smile as Hermione sits down at the table and shows the bag she had been hiding. It was fast food.

"I decided to take my lunch break with some company," she says as Y/n sat back on her bed and scooted until her back pressed against the wall.

"I think that this is slightly illegal and probably unprofessional," Y/n said with a teasing smirk, but Hermione just shrugged as she handed her a burger and fries.

"I'm already your unlicensed Physician, so I don't see a problem with adding more to my plate" she replies as Y/n just chuckled as she looked at the already cut-through burger, it was obvious that Lupin had made sure that Hermione wasn't hiding something within it.

"No drink? You're a terrible date" Y/n chuckled as she unwrapped the burger and took a bite of it. Hermione rolled her eyes as she popped a fry into her mouth, dusting off her hands with a napkin.

"I thought I was pushing my luck with drinks, so I brought the next best thing," she says with a small smile as Y/n takes the cups she gets for free, and fills them both up with water.

"And what would that be?" Y/n asks as she places the cup next to Hermione's hand and sits back down on her bed. The brunette dug back in the bag and pulled out a muffin, Y/n grinned happily.

"You're starting to like me, admit it," Y/n says as Hermione waves her off as she eats another fry and takes a sip of water. Their eyes met again, but Hermione didn't seem nervous or apprehensive like she usually did.

"I'm dealing with you," she says as Y/n chuckled to herself and took another bite of her burger. It had been so long since she had fast food. It felt like a warm hug.

"Well, I know you didn't just bring me food to have a chat. What do you really want?" The inmate asks, and Hermione just sighs as she leans her arm against the table and thinks through her words carefully. She was alone with a killer, so who knows what could set her off,

"Can you tell me...what happened that night?" She asks softly, and Y/n stops chewing for a moment. She placed the burger on her thigh and looked at Hermione with an almost...scared look in her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to know?" She asked as she took a sip of water to calm herself. Hermione took a breath and then nodded.

"I want to know everything" she sighs, to which Y/n raises a brow at her.

"Everything?"

"Every gruesome little detail," Hermione says, repeating what Lupin had said months ago.

(A/N: LAST WARNING: DNI IF TRIGGERED BY ABUSE OF ANY KIND OR VIOLENCE)

Y/n sighed again, looking down at her food. She seemed to lose her appetite as she placed it away from her on the bed and took another sip of water. It was silent for a few minutes as Hermione took small bites of her food. She didn't want to rush in case it ended up coming back up.

"The Dursleys were picture-perfect to everyone outside the home, but that wasn't the case. There were thirteen of us kids living in that foster home, not including the three of them." Y/n starts as her eyes dart around the room, almost like she is reliving a memory. Hermione put her food down and focused all of her attention on the inmate.

"The youngest was nine, and I was the oldest at seventeen" Y/n continued as she pressed her back against the concrete wall, she could feel the divots in it. Hermione nodded as she waited patiently for her to speak again.

"Those Dursley's were mean sons of bitches. Even their son. He was a year older than me, I think"

Their eyes meet again, but Hermione can only see a scared 17-year-old now. She wanted to tell her to stop, that maybe she shouldn't know more than what the media has said, but she kept her mouth shut.

She needed to hear Y/n's side of events.

"I had been living there for about five years up until that night, and I kept my mouth shut about what was happening to us all...like a fucking coward," Y/n said with gritted teeth as she crossed her arms over her chest. Hermione didn't say anything, only her eyes flickering around her body to take in her body language.

"You know, Mr.Dursley never touched anyone, but he had a thing for putting out his cigars on our skin. It didn't matter to him if I screamed and cried for him to stop, he'd hold my arm till he got his fucking rocks off." She scoffed as she instinctively rubbed her hands over her forearms. Hermione felt her hand twitch, but she stopped herself from reaching over and looking at the scars again.

"I broke my arm one time while trying to get away from him. I think I was twelve, so my first year there?"

Hermione's stomach began to churn and twist itself into knots. She knew the details were about to get a lot worse.

"Mrs.Dursley loved having kids around the house because she didn't have to do the housework. She was like a drill sergeant. If she had to do the chore because you didn't do it correctly, then you couldn't be surprised when Mr.Dursley would come to your room with a belt later that night" Y/n said with a chuckle, almost like she was trying to lighten the mood.

"And the boy?" Hermione asks. Y/n went silent again, her fingers picking and pulling at the scars on her arms. The brunette slowly reached over and grabbed her hand, making her stop. Y/n slowly pulled herself to the edge of the bed, placing her feet on the ground and they sat closer together.

"Take your time" Hermione whispers as their knees touch and her hand begins to touch over the scars again. Y/n's body shook slightly like she was lost in the memories. So the nurse dipped her fingertips into her cold water and touched her skin again.

Y/n stopped shaking, her eyes focusing back on Hermione.

"Dudley...Dudley was the worst. Only because his parents turned a blind eye to the behavior, and even encouraged it sometimes" she whispers as Hermione traced her skin with water again, her eyes falling to the droplets that floated on top of it.

"He was the reason I snapped that night"

The room turned cold. As cold as someone placing a cranked-up fan in front of them in winter. Hermione waited for her to continue, but first Y/n moved closer and rested her forehead on her shoulder. The brunette tensed up for a second but relaxed as she noticed that Y/n wasn't trying to hug her, but instead seeking a small bit of comfort without scaring her.

"What happened Y/n?" Hermione whispers as her free hand reaches up and touches the back of her head. This was very unprofessional, but she didn't want to ignore the small ask. It wasn't like she was asking anything, really.

But Hermione wasn't blind to context clues.

"It was late at night, I think it was almost morning. I could hear the Dursleys talking in their room since mine was right next to theirs. Dudley had gone in there to ask them something, but I couldn't hear what it was about." She mumbles as her fingers trace the hum of Hermione's scrubs.

"Then their door opened. It creaked like it usually did, and Dudley walked out" Y/n says as Hermione looks down at her and scratches the back of Y/n's neck.

"How did you know it was him? Did you see him?" She asks.

"Not immediately. His footsteps aren't as soft as his mother's or heavy as his father's." Y/n explains as she thinks for a moment. She could still smell the iron in the air.

"I realized he walking down the hall. There were only bedrooms where he was going, and I knew there was nothing for him there. He had the whole attic for himself. So I got up and walked over to the door, opening it enough to peek my head through." She says as presses her forehead more into Hermione's shoulder, slipping up to the crook of her neck.

"When I saw what door he had opened. I mentally just...broke" Y/n whispers as she sits back up and looks Hermione right in the eyes. The brunette took a breath and saw how Y/n seemed to hold a lot of anger behind her eyes, but it wasn't directed at her.

"The nine-year-old. It was her room. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me as long as he didn't touch any of the other kids and...I saw the sinister smile on his face as he walked inside. I knew that look all too well" she says as he head twitched to this side. A nervous tick.

"I quickly went into the room across the hall, the twin boys, fifteen at the time. They had a fireplace in their room, so I grabbed the fire poker and ran down the hall."

"Y/n, what's the matter? Where are you going with that?"

She shook her head and looked away, down at her uneaten fast food as it began to get cold. That night haunted her dreams, not because of what she did, but what she realized had been happening under her nose.

"I opened the door and..." her voice caught in her throat as she took a ragged breath, tears falling from her eyes as she could still see her foster sister's face.

"That bastard was already on top of her. He laughed in my face and said to wait my turn" she seethed as she pulled her hands away from Hermione's scrubs and white-knuckled her sheets.

"The two boys followed after me as I grabbed him by the hair and threw him onto the ground. He didn't say anything. I didn't give him a chance."

Hermione felt the back of her neck stand up on its ends, but it wasn't from fear, but from being horrified at what was being told to her.

"I don't know how many times I hit him with it, but I stopped when a piece of his skull came out with the curve of the poker," Y/n says as she backs up, hitting the wall again. Tears ran down her cheek as she looked somewhere other than Hermione.

"No one said anything as I walked out of the room and into the hall, where the other kids now had their heads peeking out of the doors. Yet I just ignored them, instead, I walked into the Dursley's room and..." Y/n trails off as she looks back at Hermione, who still waiting patiently. She didn't look scared or disgusted, she didn't even seem to hate Y/n more than she probably does.

"I killed them. I caught Mr.Dursley off guard and bashed his head in a few times. Enough to incapacitate him. Mrs.Dursley screamed and tried to run out of the room, but I was able to trip her with my foot."

Hermione took a sip of her water, she could almost taste the blood, and it made her slightly nauseous.

"After I was done, I shut the door to their room and found all the kids looking at me. They didn't look scared, but I couldn't really comprehend what was going on." Y/n says as she looks at the light in the ceiling. It flickered and buzzed softly.

"Take...take everyone downstairs and call emergency services"

"Then the cops came" she finishes as Hermione straightened her back and stayed silent for a moment. She wondered what to say, but there was a question she wanted an answer to.

"I read the reports, and it said that they found thirteen different sets of fingerprints on that fire poker. Yet, only you were ever sentenced for the crime. How did that happen?" Hermione asks and Y/n nods slowly as their eyes meet.

"Did you ever hear the story of the 19th-century Chinese goldsmith? He lost a lot of money for his goldsmith buddies due to his shady business practices. So they decided to kill him. By biting him to death. One hundred and twenty-three goldsmiths took a bite out of the victim, ensuring no one individual could be blamed for the murder. For who would know which one administered the lethal bite?" Y/n says as she looks down at her hands, Hermione raises her brows in surprise. It seemed loyalty went far within those kids.

"If you went down, so did the others?" She asks and Y/n nods again, the room doesn't feel as cold as it did before. It was almost back to a comfortable atmosphere.

"I didn't know that they had done that. I had left the poker on the floor near Mrs.Dursley when I had gone downstairs to wait on the porch for the police. Thankfully, they all are still free." Y/n sighed as she found her appetite again and took a fry from its bag. Hermione just stared.

"Do you regret it?"

Y/n looked up and gave a shake of her head.

"The only thing I regret from that night is letting my foster sister watch me kill Dudley. I wish I had made her run out of the room."

Hermione felt broken.

——————

December 27th

Y/n was woken up by the sound of her door being opened. She sat up and found Hermione being let in by Officer Lupin. She had a small smile on her face as Y/n sat up and yawned.

"What time is it?" She asked as Hermione sat down on the table and checked her watch. Y/n noticed she was wearing a new perfume, it was much fancier than usual.

"5:53 in the morning" she chuckles and Y/n just nods as she yawns again, cocooning herself in the blanket. Hermione just stared, finding her sleepy face very endearing.

"I needed to talk to you about something" Hermione states as Y/n laid back down, but nodded, showing that she was listening. The nurse rolled her eyes and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, hovering over her as she looked down at Y/n with a serious gaze.

"This is serious" she muttered and Y/n raised a brow, blinking away the blurriness in her eyes. Hermione had become much more comfortable around Y/n since that talk in October, even going as far as to playfully flirt back.

"Are you going to ask me to marry you? Because I need to be your girlfriend first before that happens." Y/n says as she stretches, her arms biting the wall above her head as she does so. Hermione just smiled and shook her head as she took in Y/n's features, they were so carefree. It's like she didn't realize where she was.

"As much fun as that would be, I'm talking about your case being looked over again by a new judge." Hermione states and Y/n sighs as she rolls her eyes, turning on her side and looking away from her friend.

"I'm tired of talking about it. Everyone knows that I'm getting that needle, and I've accepted that." Y/n says and Hermione huffs as she pushes the inmate back onto her back, catching her off guard. She looked at her with a surprised expression.

"Now you listen to me Y/l/n. Do you know how lucky you are to find a judge who wants to review this case and its evidence? This could literally be life or death for you. So I recommend you take it seriously." Hermione says as she pokes Y/n's chest with her finger. The inmate smirked and nodded slowly, her hand grasping the nurse and pulling it up to her lips.

Y/n had become very comfortable as well.

A little too comfortable.

She just stared into Hermione's eyes as she kissed her knuckles. The brunette tried to act as if it didn't bother her in the slightest when in reality, she had an angel and a devil on her shoulder whispering different things.

"You're pushing your luck" Hermione hummed as she watched Y/n just kiss her knuckles again. They were soft, and kind.

"Then pull away" Y/n whispered back and Hermione just stared back at her, her eyes dilating rapidly with every little kiss that was pressed to her skin. This was dangerous. She would lose her job if they were caught.

How did this happen? Was it because she was a vigilante in a sense? Did she have an attraction to a killer, or was it a 'bad girl' appeal? Either way, it spoke volumes about her mental health.

Y/n kissed down to her wrist, a shuttered breath left Hermione's lips as watched her. Her mind told her to back away, but the rest of her body said otherwise. Her other hand grasped the sheets of the bed beside Y/n's head as she loomed even more over her.

Her hair fell around them, and a golden glow from the oak tree curls cascaded across Y/n's face. Hermione was in such an awkward and twisted position, that she thought Y/n was doing this so she would lay on top of her to relieve the knot in her spine.

"You're dangerous" Hermione whispers as Y/n smirks and nibbles on the space between her hand and forearm. That expression basically said 'not dangerous enough for you to run away'.

"Remus will be back soon," she says again, trying to find an excuse to go before she did something she couldn't take back. Y/n just hummed, continuing to kiss her skin. She had no care in the world.

She has lived so carefully all her life, but now Y/n doesn't mind the consequences anymore. She looked safe while silently worshiping Hermione's skin. She had the same look on her face as a druggy looking into stain glassed windows.

Hermione's back pleaded for her to untwist, it stung like steel nails being pressed into her spine. So she slowly turned her hips to the side, but then Y/n struck. She pulled Hermione onto her, the nurse gasped softly as her other hand broke free and landed on the bed beside the inmate's face.

Their noses bumped against each other, Y/n still wore that smirk that screamed 'got you'. It made the nurse's face began to feel as though it was right next to a space heater. Her chest pressed against Y/n's, pounding out to the other heart that seemed steady compared to hers.

"You...you are pushing your luck" Hermione repeated with a shaken voice and Y/n just hummed softly as her eyes scanned her face slowly, methodically. A gentle laugh left her lips as she looked up at Hermione innocently, almost too innocently.

"You have already said that" Y/n hums as one of her hands found their way up to the brunette's mouth, dragging her thumb across her bottom lip ever so slowly. Hermione felt like smacking her head into the concrete walls, just so she could get a grip on herself!

Back away.

Back away!

Then she heard footsteps and a jingle of keys.

Hermione suddenly stood away with a sharp exhale. Her back almost slammed into the wall as her heart pounded like a jackhammer, and Y/n slowly sat up on her forearm.

As the door opened, and Remus looked at them both with a raised eyebrow. Hermione cleared her throat as she took a breath, pointing her finger at a smirking Y/n, who feigned innocence still.

"Talk to a lawyer. Please" she says before quickly walking out of the cell. Remus watched as she kept her head down and sped walked down the hallway. He looked back at Y/n and let out a soft huff as the inmate looked back at him with a smile.

"What did you do?" He asked and Y/n just shrugged, Remus sighed softly.

"We were just messing around" she hummed as she laid back down, and rested her head on her arms. The officer leaned against the doorframe and hummed back in disbelief, the man on the moon could see Hermione's flush from here.

"Sure, Y/n. Just don't run her off" he says and the girl waved him off with her hand and turned to go back to sleep for a bit. Remus rolled his eyes as he shut and locked the door again.

As he began to make his rounds again, he couldn't help but find the situation a little cute. Granted, maybe he was a hopeless romantic. Then again, maybe there was something there.

Time could only tell.

——————

February 19th

Hermione sat in the observation room, writing down little notes for herself about medications and treatments that she had lined up for other patients. Yet, her mind was on Y/n.

God. It always was.

She was beginning to think she was going stir-crazy. Can you blame her though? To fall for a killer was something she would hear from the news, not expecting to actually experience it!

So after that encounter in Y/n's cell, Hermione tried to date a few people she had met prior. It was no use, however, for the death row inmate had her fingers hooked around her neck like razor wire, and the nurse actually enjoyed it.

"Something is wrong with me" Hermione whispered as she stood up and checked that she did in fact have Y/n's shot ready for her. She was a little bit airheaded today.

She had left her lunch at home and lost one of her prescriptions that a patient of hers needed for their depression. Hermione wasn't having a good day, and another mess up would definitely have her on the bad end of Umbridges lecture.

The sound of the door opening had caught her attention, she slowly glanced over her shoulder to see Y/n being brought in by another Officer, the little dipshit, Quirrell. He shoved her into the room and quickly latched her to the table, he didn't even bother saying anything as he stepped out of the room, the door shutting rather loudly behind him.

"What's his problem?" Hermione asked as she rolled over the small table and sat down on her chair. Y/n sighed and leaned back slightly, one of her hands holding her up as Hermione prepared the other arm for the shot.

"He hates me. I think he might have known the Dursleys" Y/n says with a shrug as Hermione's eyes pop back up to her in surprise. If that is true, then who in their right mind would let him anywhere near Y/n?

"What? How? Are you sure?" Hermione asks as she slips on a pair of gloves, and grabs the shot from the table. Y/n just sighed again. She looked out of it today. Two of a feather.

"I'm not positive, but I swear I've seen him before, before this place" she explains as Hermione inserted the needle into her arm and released the vitamins into the muscle. Y/n flinched slightly, but relaxed soon after.

"Maybe he just looks like someone else you've seen? It's like how I think that one actor from CSI has been in more stuff I've seen, but he hasn't" Hermione says as she throws the needle and other garbage away. Y/n chuckled and watched her for a moment.

"Probably" she hummed as they fell into a comfortable silence.

Y/n watched Hermione like a hawk, it sent a shiver up the Nurse's spine, but not because she didn't like it. She kept her back towards her, trying her best to keep her cool as she cleaned the small spaces she had touched.

"Hermione?"

She froze, but soon took a breath and looked over her shoulder. When their eyes met again, a warmth spread through Hermione's stomach, almost like a heating pad had been placed over it.

"Yes?" She replied.

Y/n thought for a moment and gestured her over, closer to her. Hermione took a few steps towards her, her breath rising a little faster than normal.

Was she scared of Y/n? No, that wasn't it. She didn't feel like a scared kid, she felt like a schoolgirl. This was wrong, but then again, why did being close to Y/n feel so right?

Y/n craned her head up to keep eye contact once Hermione now stood directly in front of her. Their breaths were moving in harmony as they stood in silence for another minute.

It seemed as though neither of them knew how to continue the conversation, or Y/n was playing a small game with her. She didn't know entirely.

"When was the last kiss you've had?" Y/n asks and Hermione blinked in surprise as a flush began to rise from her neck. That was such an inappropriate thing to ask! And she was going to tell Y/n as such.

"That is not an appropriate question to ask in the workplace" Hermione responds as she clears her throat and tries to step away, but Y/n gently grabs the front of her scrubs to keep her still.

"I don't work here, so is it really being inappropriate if I'm just a...well I'm not a civilian, but let's say tenant of this establishment" Y/n chuckles as Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. She was right in a way, but it was against the law anyway. Hermione won't risk her freedom for a quick flirty feeling.

"Still" she replied and Y/n just hummed as she let go of her scrubs. Y/n won't force her, she wouldn't do that to one of the few friendly faces in this place. Yet, Hermione didn't move away.

"Did you talk to your lawyer? To see if you could file an appeal on your sentencing?" She asked and Y/n leaned back again, both arms propping herself up on the examination table.

"This is my last appeal, and my lawyer is for warning me to wait on it. She doesn't think that using it after only being here for eight years would help me" Y/n says, to which Hermione furrowed her brows in both confusion and anger. That lawyer may have a point, but it didn't matter in the brunette's eyes.

"What happens if your execution date is set? Then what the fuck will she do?" Hermione asks in a huffed tone, to which Y/n raises an eyebrow at. She hasn't been expecting her to get so defensive. Wait, that's not it. Attached?

"There's probably an emergency appeal she could send out, they usually tell the inmates a few weeks beforehand so they can prepare themselves" Y/n replied as she shrugged again. That angered Hermione more. How could she act so nonchalant? Her life is literally on the line, and she's just fine with it.

"How are you so calm? I would be shaking twenty-four-seven if I was in your shoes" Hermione says as she pulls her chair over and sits down. Y/n thought for a moment and shrugged again.

"I've had eight years to be afraid, but after the first few, you learn that you can't be terrified of something that will come eventually. Granted, I don't have a say in the matter, but this is my consequence." Y/n says with a sigh as she rolls her neck to the side, it cracked slightly. Hermione nodded along, understanding that she had come to terms with death. It was a part of life after all.

Another question loomed in her mind.

"How did you feel when you were sentenced?" She asks and Y/n pauses a moment, a faraway look in her eye. There was so much emotion behind it, yet her face didn't express any of it.

"My mind kinda blanked when the jury sentenced me to the death sentence. All I really remember is one of the bailiffs coming over and cuffing me while the other foster kids began to cry and yell at the jury...it was chaos" Y/n said as she took a deep breath out. Hermione bit the inside of her cheek, trying to figure out how to backpedal on such a deep conversation.

She didn't want to stress Y/n out, and the convict took notice of her nervousness.

"Can I ask you a question?" She asks, to which Hermione nods, a soft 'of course' coming from her lips.

"What was college/university like?" Y/n asks as she sits up slightly, a small smile forming on her face. Hermione was surprised again, honestly thinking that it was going to be another super personal question.

"Well, uh. It was difficult, getting my degree took a few years longer than most." Hermione explained and Y/n nodded along. She actually seemed very interested in what Hermione had done in school.

"Did you want to get your degree?" she asks, but immediately regrets it. That was a stupid question. She forgets that Y/n is a convict most of the time, then bouts out questions you would ask people outside of a prison.

"Actually, yes. Except, I just wanted to party" Y/n snickered as Hermione smiled softly. Of course, she did. She seemed like one of those people who would love to drink till they blacked out behind a KFC.

(A/N: personal experience btw, went to a party in Chicago and woke up behind a KFC in Indianapolis the next morning. To this day, I still don't know how I got there 🤷🏻‍♀️)

"Ah, sounds like you were going to be a troublemaker" Hermione chuckles as they get deeper into the conversation. It wasn't till an hour or so later, after Officer Dingbat finally came back from his lunch break, that they parted ways.

Hermione found herself checking inventory later into the day, a clipboard in hand as she made sure all her patients had their needed medications. That was when she realized that only one shot was left for Y/n.

"I better request more...directly" she groaned as her head dropped a little. Hermione really didn't want to talk to Umbridge again, but if she didn't, then it was likely that Y/n's needs would go unchecked. Even if she were to highlight it on the order form.

So, she begrudgingly trudged her way to the main offices and found the menace sitting at her desk. Her hair was still styled like it had been this morning, compared to Hermione, whose locks were how in a messy ponytail.

"Ma'am, may I have a word?" She asked as she cleared her throat and tried to keep an attitude out of her tone. Their eyes met for a moment before the smaller woman looked back at the forms on her desk.

"Yea, what is it?" Umbridge sighs.

"Well, we need a new shipment by next month of Y/n Y/l/n's B-12 shots" Hermione replied, but her face turned to shock as her superior waved off her request.

"That won't be necessary" Dolores sighs again as she signs off on some vacation request forms. Hermione was puzzled. What did she mean that it wouldn't be 'necessary'?

Obviously, it wasn't a secret that Umbridge was very cruel to the inmates in non-law-violating ways, but refusing her vitamins was a bit...bitchy.

"May I ask why?" Hermione asks, and Dolores looks up, a small sinister smile growing on her face. The younger girl instantly swallowed the spit in her throat.

"She is set to be executed"

[letterstodixon]

oldies station.

modern au!

summary: Daryl receives a call asking for a favor. In doing so, he comes face to face with his past.

pairing: daryl dixon x f!reader

word count: 2084

warnings: a few cuss words. kinda mean!daryl. paragraphs in italics indicate flashbacks. not proofreading.

divider by @/saradika-graphics

a/n: sooo this is my first post! thinking about making this a series since i have a few ideas for this duo, but... i hope you enjoy! any form of support is appreciated <3

Daryl huffed, grabbing the nearest rag to wipe the grease off his hands as the ringing sound of his phone echoed in his ears. Although he usually worked with music, that day he had decided it was better to be silent as he tried to find the problem with the motorcycle in front of him. Standing up from the toolbox that served as a seat, he tripped over it in an attempt to reach the call in time, his phone almost slipping from his hands, black finger marks appearing on the screen and case. Before he brought the device to his ear, he managed to read Michonne's name, triggering a sense of alert in him. It wasn't often that she called, much less to him.

"Hey." Daryl spoke, placing his hand on his waist.

"Hey, Daryl. Can I ask you a huge favor?" The woman on the other end spoke. There was bustle in the background, making Daryl squint, as if that would make him hear more clearly.

"Wha's wrong?"

"Nothing, don't worry. I just can't make it on time to pick Judith from school, I'm stuck at work. Can you do it for me?" She asked, clearly in a hurry. Her voice sounded agitated.

Daryl nodded before talking, then shook his head when he realized she couldn't actually see him. "Yeah, no problem. When?"

"She's leaving in ten minutes." She replied, making him look at the clock on the wall, cursing under his breath. "Can you do it or not?"

"'Course, I'm on my way." He exclaimed as he moved to grab his motorcycle keys, ready to get on. On the other side, he felt Michonne breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much, Daryl, you're a life saver."

"No problem." As he was about to end the call, he heard her say his name one more time. "What?"

"Don't pick up my baby girl with a motorbike. Oh, and make sure Carl gets home too, can't leave him unsupervised for too long." She said before ending the call, making him run to get into Merle's car. It would be a quick trip, he probably wouldn't notice.

As he was making his way out of the auto repair shop that he shared with his older brother, Merle emerged from the bathroom just in time.

"Darylina, do you think we- hey! Where you goin'?" He yelled, as Daryl stuck his hand out of the car window to wave and sped off in the direction of school.

As he waited in front of the school, leaning against the car, he couldn't help but feel out of place. There were kids running around, mothers waiting and chatting, and way more noise than he'd like to hear. He didn't know when Judith would come out, but he saw a few kids her age outside the building, walking with their families, and he started to feel uneasy. Where was the girl supposed to be? What would he tell Rick and Michonne if he couldn't find her? What if he had to go into the school to find her? He didn't know where to go, and what would happen if...

"Uncle Daryl!" He heard, before he felt a direct impact against his body. Judith's arms had wrapped around him as best she could, and he leaned down just enough to rub her back gently.

"Hey kid. Where's Carl?" He asked, looking around to try and spot his oldest nephew.

"Where's mom?" The girl asked, completely ignoring Daryl, who sighed. Jude could be smart, and that made it easy to forget that she was just a kid.

"Yer mom's at work. I'll take you and Carl home." He explained, as he noticed how the girl nodded and then reached out her hand, taking his as best she could and started walking, forcing him to follow her. "Where ya goin'?"

"High school is over there. Carl should be leaving now, or he already left." Judith replied, to which Daryl responded with a nod. Sometimes, he forgot that they were in two completely different stages. Walking the few meters that separated the two buildings, he immediately stopped, making his niece turn to look at him in confusion. "What are you doing? Carl's over there!"

"I ain't going, you go get 'im, then we leave" Daryl excused himself, letting go of the little girl's hand to wipe the sweat from his own hands on his pants. Carl was at the school door, talking to one of his teachers. He knew she was a teacher, because you had always wanted to be one. From the paint stains on your clothes, he assumed that you had finally chosen to be an art teacher, and your hair was still as messy as it had been years ago. And he knew that one day the time would come to be face to face with you again.

He was, and still is, a bit of a loner. You were, too, but once he met you, he couldn't understand how you decided to be his friend. Without knowing when or how, he blinked and had you glued to the hip, sharing classes and projects, hanging out every time you could, trying to make him laugh at every chance you got. You didn't have many friends yourself, but still were kind to everyone in sight. You would help anyone when they needed, even if that person was shit, and the biggest example was himself. When he dropped out of school, under the influence of his older brother, who assured him that he would never make it, Daryl found himself every day with a bunch of papers under his door, and they were class notes. Your class notes. He was observant and could recognize your handwriting anywhere, but he could also recognize the little scribbles on the side of the yellow-ish, torn pages of your notebook. He never understood why you did that, because every time he looked through the ragged curtain or opened the door, you were gone. Until that day they when he decided to wait behind the door, gripping tightly on the knob. As soon as the papers were slid under the door, he swung it open, taking you by surprise, making you gasp as a hand flew to your chest. Your shirt, too big for your body frame, was covered in brush strokes and drips of paint, as was the side of your face. He stood there, mesmerized, but blinked out of his trance once he heard your voice.

"You scared the shit out of me, man. What's going on?"

He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly. "What?"

"I can see you're not going to school, Daryl, it's hard not to notice. Listen, if you're having trouble with it, I can help you! We can even have... Uh, study meetings? I'll let you copy my answers if you need to." You rambled, your paint-covered fingers gripping the handle of the bag, seemingly nervous. Daryl remained stoic since he opened the door, and having seen a much nicer side of him, it was unusual to have this kind of treatment. Daryl, as he normally would with other people, snorted.

"Do you think I give a shit 'bout those damn class notes? I ain't coming back to tha' shit hole, bunch'a pussies think they're better than everyone." He spat, hearing Merle's voice in his head, taking the papers at his feet in his fist, throwing them in your direction. His chest tightened as he noticed the confusion on your face, trying to take the crumpled papers. Frowning, he watched as you opened and closed your mouth, trying to find the words.

"I don't... I don't understand, is something wrong happening? I can help, Daryl, re-"

"You'll help me by leavin'. Ain't got time for yer fake ass kindness, girl, I'm done." He said, slamming the door shut to avoid having to keep seeing your confused and hurt face. Leaning his back against it, he brought one of his trembling hands to his forehead, immediately regretting how he had treated you. Why did the worst of his decisions always win?

"Shit." A sudden pain in his foot made him hiss in pain, looking down at Judith, who had stepped on him to get his attention, failing to do so subtly. Frowning, he was about to speak again until he followed the girl's gaze, who indicated your presence in front of him. Somehow, at some point, as he traveled through his memories, Carl and Judith came to him, bringing you with them. His breath got stuck in his troath, unable to speak.

"You okay, Daryl? You zoned out for a bit." Your voice reached his ears and he could've sworn he felt goosebumps immediately. You looked as beautiful as ever, grown features present, but beautiful nonetheless, always a smile on your lips. He cleared his throat, looking between Carl and Jude before speaking, both amused and confused expressions planted on their faces.

"Uh, yeah. Jus' got distracted." He replied, scratching his beard gently, though it didn't itch. He didn't know exactly what to say, considering the last time had been almost two decades ago, and you'd had to leave thanks to his shitty attitude. "You a teacher, huh?"

"Yep, got to do what I love and work with these angels, too. It's great, actually. How about you?" You replied, the smile never leaving your face, but Daryl seemed to have no reaction, trying to find words in the whirlwind that was caused in his mind, so he just nodded, a sound of approval leaving his lips. The situation was becoming a bit awkward. Not wanting to prolong that moment, you turned to look at Carl, who shrugged subtly, not understanding. "Well, I... I should probably get going. It was nice to see you again, Daryl, really."

You reached out your hand, as if to touch his arm, but retracted it and gave a small wave, taking a few steps back. Daryl knew that you knew better than to touch him without warning, and that you must have remembered every time he rejected or squinted at your advances, but right now, he wished you would have touched his arm, his hand. Hell, he'd sell his soul for a hug from you. Watching you walk backwards, you waved to his niece and nephew, adjusting the strap of your bag over your shoulder.

"Bye, Jude, see ya tomorrow! Carl, work on your project! Email me if you're having trouble with it." You said, giving Daryl one last look, nodding in greeting, before turning around and walking to your car.

"I will! Bye, Y/N!" Carl greeted, turning to look at Daryl, who looked frozen in place. "What the hell was that? Do you know her?"

Daryl gulped and nodded. "Yeah, she was m' friend. I never knew about her 'til today."

"You were frozen, uncle, what happened?" Judith asked, as he took her hand to walk back to the car. Carl laughed beside her, making him frown.

"Wha's so funny?"

"You were so crushing on her. It was embarrassing." The teenager taunted, earning a harmless shove. His sister joined in the laughter, covering her mouth.

"Uncle Daryl has a crush!" She sing-songed, jumping. In response, her uncle ruffled his hair, undoing the braid that decorated her blonde strands. "Hey!"

"Get in the car and stop messing with me." He ordered, feigning annoyance as he climbed into the driver's seat, Carl beside him and Judith in the backseat. As soon as he closed the door, Carl grabbed his phone, typing non-stop, his gaze glued to the screen. "Ain't ya tired of using that damn thing?"

"Nope." He replied, not even looking at him. Daryl shook his head, starting the car and driving in silence, just listening to the songs Jude was improvising.

It didn't take long to get to the Grimes' house, both children getting out of the car and thanking him. The little girl jumped until she reached the stairs of the house, waiting for her brother, while Carl leaned on the car window, watching his uncle.

"Thank me later. Bye, uncle." He said, rushing to open the door, not giving Daryl time to react. Making sure they had both entered their home before starting the car, he felt his phone ring in his pocket. This time, it wasn't the ringtone of a call, but a text message.

'Hey, it's Y/N! Carl sent me your number, hope you don't mind :)'

That damn kid.

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Mod: posting this early in case it helps anyone!

Hello, this is your Oldie Chinese Diaspora Anon™️. I have debated with myself about disclosing this information. I know I have done something like this before, but this situation is quite different. With your leave, I’d like to borrow your attention for a little bit. I am not in control of when this message will be posted, but I hope it reaches those ears for whom this would be of some benefit in time.

A friend of mine, situated in Asia, had bought into the first release of the “Escape Plans” blind box dolls. The dolls have been released in Asia, but it seems that they have not yet arrived anywhere else. Unfortunately, due to the corner-cutting enacted by the production factory, this release of dolls has been wrought with defects and imperfections.

Mod: some images from above link, looks like it is a thread showing the quality issues:

I have seen Weibo texts from the designer. These defects occurred because of the factory who manufactured them (I suppose they went with the cheapest option available, and the manufacturers were unable to deliver at the same quality of the samples). The designer is also quite distressed over these imperfections, but they have decided to choose the path of ghosting those who complained. Their “aftercare service” channel now only responds with a canned message advising all buyers that they can choose to not accept the deliveries in order to get a refund. The creative team had refused to answer any other questions (including questions from buyers outside of China who cannot use this process to apply for a refund.) At the moment, my friend had decided to ask for a refund from her agent.

I know there are still people who want one of these dolls and are willing to overlook the imperfections. Some are willing to take the girls home to “fix” them. I do not want to stop anyone who likes these girls and want to have them regardless. I also don’t want the agents to lose out on potential sales because of the faults of the factory. However, I would not be able to rest easy without at least trying to warn someone about these flaws before they made up their minds to purchase these boxes. So… I am doing it here. Tell me you won’t mind, would you, folks?

~Anonymous

[unashadow]

Oldie but a goodie!!

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Heyo!! I am.. not quite back, especially with this account being primarily used for fanart stuff! BUT, since it's been so long from when I last posted, decided to dig up some an old drawing i never fully finished and post as is...

Which is.. NOISETTE, from pizza tower!! My favourite haywire girl... Mostly drew this back when there was debate on what kind of a weapon would she be weilding. Which, honestly? Hammer is a classic but WOW am I a sucker for chainsaws... Can't pass up the opportunity!

I do believe this is from the summer of 2023.. so my artstyle has changed quite drastically since then!

ALSO, thinking of maybe posting some old rayman drawings on here too!! Only had posted them on instagram at the moment... (If you wanna check out some of my other art, u can find me on instagram @ /una_shadow_art)

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Till later! :o)

[hamiltonaf]

Seeking His Attention | Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: None

A/N: This was written quite a while back on Wattpad so I thought of posting it on here. Due to it being written ages ago, there will be no sequel unfortunately. However, there’s more one shots to follow. Hope you guys enjoy .xoxo

When the doorbell rang, I assumed it would be no one else but the girls. I opened the door and was greeted by just who I thought it would be, "Hey girls" I smiled. "Hi (Y/N/N)" they greeted back as they gave me a hug. Lando stood behind them with a smile on his face. "They won't be staying the night" he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Ciska rolled her eyes whilst Flo made her way into the house.

"Why not ?" I asked as I raised a brow. "They have some thing at school tomorrow morning" he said. "Ohh okay then that's fine" I gave him a small smile. "Yeah I guess I'll see you later then, have fun" he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was all dressed to go out and he didn't even mention a word about where his going...wow some best friend he is. "Thanks. You too" I waved him off as I went inside and shut the door behind me. Ciska and Flo stared at me as my back was against the door. "Tomorrow's Saturday" I said confused.

"That it is" Flo said. "Do you'll really have to go to school tomorrow morning ?" I asked in confusion. "Nope" Ciska answered. "Then what was his deal ?" I asked as I raised my hands. "You'll find out later tonight" Flo said as Ciska laughed. "Oh god well I hope you'll are right" I said as I shook my head and started walking to my room.

They trailed behind me which my bestie was quick to stand up and greet them since she was familiar with them. We decided to play a few board games such as Ludo and Monopoly which I won or dominated by the way. Oldies are goldies.

After playing a few games we decided on watching a movie, it was hard for all four of us to come to a decision but finally we decided to watch High School Musical for like the tenth time.

Just before the introduction I decided to scroll through my Instagram for a quick minute so that I didn't miss anything important.

Lando's Instagram story was the first to pop up on my list and I was lowkey eager to see what he was up to. He had posted a video of his friend trying to imitate him and surrounded by him were not only his guy friends but a few girl friends as well. My heart actually dropped at the thought of him being romantically involved with one of them and me not knowing all this time, especially thinking that I had a chance for the past 2 years.

Directly after he had reposted another girls Instagram story, it was her attempt of Carlos and Lando's 'beat drop challenge' which just made me cringe since the song didn't even get to the beat, and instead her and the friend in the video were just trying to look pretty...pathetic.

Me being curious, I decided to do some snooping through this girls account. I've noticed both Oliver and Lando follow her. Lovely. She appears to be a model, even better. Looking at a few of her posts I see that Lando already liked a few of them. One post she's seen to be naked and has a 'wet' look as if she just came out of the shower, mans had the audacity to comment a bathtub emoji on her post. Smh.

"(Y/N/N) the movie is about to start" Flo said as she nudged me. "Are y'all seeing this shit ?" I said as I continued to scroll through her posts. "Who's that ?" Ciska asked as she looked over my shoulder. "Oh I don't know, maybe your future sister-in-law" I said sarcastically. Both of them stifling a laugh, even my best friend. "Oh my god no" Ciska said. "She's pretty though" my best friend piped. "Not what I need to hear right now, thanks" I faked a smile.

"This chick didn't even do the challenge correctly and your brother gives her some fame on his story plus making her feel important by commenting, and liking her photos" I scoffed. "Awww is (Y/N) feeling jealous ?" (Y/F/N) teased. "Oh my god no" I faked a laugh. "We know you well enough by now to know when you're lying" Flo smiled. "I ain't jealous guys. If he likes this chick then I'm happy for him" I faked a smile. "Okay, whatever you say (Y/N/N)" Ciska said with a playful smile.

I looked between the 3 of them then locked my phone to place it to the side so they could continue playing the movie. As much as I tried to forget about Lando, the thought of him and that girl hanging out tonight kept crossing my mind. Ughhh.

It was getting late, almost midnight and no sign of Lando or even Oliver that they're going to pick up the girls. After the movie was over we decided to make some pancakes since we didn't know what else to eat at this hour. I decided to make the batter and the girls were going to toast them so it would be faster.

Half way through making the batter I get a phone call and it's from none other than Lando. "Oh would you look at that" I said as I glanced at my phone screen. "Oooooh" the girls cooed. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at them. "Could one of you answer instead because I'm busy" I said. Flo answered the call with a grin, "Hellooo" she said.

She then looked at me, "She's busy at the moment" she smiled. He's asking about me I assume. "You wanna talk to her ?" she asked playfully. Oh gosh. "Okay hold on" she smiled as she then handed the phone to me. "He wants to talk to you" she whispered. I stiffened as I stopped whisking and took the phone from her hand.

The 3 of them watching intently. "Hello ?" I answered. "Hey, you busy ?" He asked. "Well I was in the middle of making pancakes but you clearly have something important to say" I said sarcastically which made the girls laugh. "Uhm yeah, I know it's late but I'm on my way to pick up the girls. I'm just leaving from here so I'll be there in a few" he said. "Are you sure it's safe ? They can stay over, I don't mind" I suggested. "Nope it's fine. Give me 10 minutes" he said. "Drive safely please, speeding your way here is not worth it" I said. "I will. See you in a bit" he said lastly. "Okay byeee" I said before ending the call.

"Y'all sound like a couple already" Ciska said. "You guys need to stop" I said as I couldn't help but crack a smile and finished off making the batter. It luckily didn't take us that long after to toast the pancakes and cover them with Nutella, and some fruit as well. As we were eating we heard the rev of his car outside. "Looks like he's here" I said blandly. "That's our call" Flo said as she and Ciska got up. They both hugged me and (Y/F/N) before waving us off. "Thank you for an amazing time" Flo smiled. "Anytime" I smiled back. "Why don't you come out ?" Ciska suggested playfully. "Nah I'm fine here thanks" I giggled, I know what they're up to. "Byeee !" They yelled on their way out.

Lando's P.O.V

I was a bit upset to only see the girls come out and no sign of (Y/N). "Where's (Y/N) ?" I asked as I rolled the window down. "Inside" Ciska said. "Is she not coming out ?" I questioned. "She's upset with you so she rather stay inside" Flo said. "What did I do ?" I asked shocked. "Why did you have to post that girl on your story because now she thinks you're not interested in her you fool" Ciska shook her head as she got inside the car. "You've got to be joking" I said stunned. "You should've seen her face, poor thing thought that friend of yours is our future sister-in-law" Flo said as she pouted. "Oh my god. Shit" I said as I held my head in my hands.

"So much for trying to make things work with her this weekend" Ciska said as she rolled her eyes. "Hooter and she'll come outside" Flo suggested. I did as she told me but doing it once didn't help so I hooted 2 more times. A hot and angry looking (Y/N) stepped outside, storming towards my car as she leaned against the door. "Have you lost it ? It's past 12am and you're hooting for the whole damn neighbourhood to hear you" she said. "It's an excuse to get you to come outside" I smiled. "I'm here now, what could be so important this time ?" She asked. "Uhm...do you maybe want to go out tomorrow, like an all day date" I said.

"I would love to but I'm sure you already have someone who can replace me like that girl on your story" she faked a smile and turned around to walk back into the house. "Go after her !" the girls yelled. I jumped out of the car and caught up with her just before she can go inside by grabbing a hold of her hand. "I know what you're thinking and it's nothing like that I swear. It has and always will be you. I really like you okay ? I have for a very long time, I just couldn't find the urge to tell you since I was worried you didn't feel the same" I said as I rubbed soothing circles on her hands.

"Hard to believe that when you comment and like all that girls posts, plus you just got back from a night out with not only your guy friends but girl friends as well and you didn't tell me" she said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you my girlfriend that I need to tell you everything I do and everywhere I go ?" I asked to piss her off. "You know what just go away" she said as she walked away. I wrapped my arms around her as I held her from behind. "I know you feel the same since you're clearly jealous, you don't have to say it, I just like messing with you. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 11am, don't leave me hanging" I said before kissing her cheek and running off to the car. I noticed the smile on her face when I got into the car. I hooted and winked at her one last time before driving off.

[httpsobi]

BURNIN' UP... “an anti-hero oc/reader-ish x kaldur"

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, female reader (no body types, height, skin color described but is described to have dark eyes), ________ is where the name of your choice can be inserted, smoking, light implication of suicidal thoughts.

A/N + the lack of kaldur x reader work is criminal and i decided to be a law abiding citizen cause have you seen that man. also an apology for the lack of work because the brain juices are not flowing and my writing right now makes me want to scream.

if you’re interested, here’s the original post that started this !!

"Why do you smoke?"

She glances at him, burning cigarette hanging on her lips as she struggles with the metal lighter in her hands.

Her response is barely legible, muffled by her multitasking on keeping the cig off the floor and getting the rusty thing in her hands to work.

"Because."

Kaldur watches as the lighter finally offers enough of a spark to start a flame, and she brings it up to the end of her cigarette.

"Because?"

She takes in a deep puff, facing away to watch the smoke disappear into the air before she turns to grin at Kaldur, leaning to bump her head against his shoulder playfully.

"Just cus'."

As she leans away to take another puff, staring off into the horizon, where the sea meets the setting sunset, Kaldur's staring at her. 

"I hear smoking is harmful to humans."

She hums in response.

"So why do you smoke despite knowing that?" He asks curiously.

________ takes another puff, holding the smoking cig off her lips between her index and middle finger as she turns to Kaldur.

"Hm..." She sighs deeply, lips settling into a small smile as she thinks, before she's back to staring off in the distance.

"Don't know. All the oldies I know did when they got stressed- so maybe that's why."

She glances at him. "Is that the answer you wanted?"

"You understand the possibility of disease or death, yet continue to smoke." Kaldur sighs, looking at the sea for a brief moment before his eyes are back on her.

"Do you not fear the possibility of dying that may come from it?"

She blinks at him, dark eyes flitting over his face before her smile returns and her head's tilted at him once again.

"That's just a bonus." She chuckles, nudging his shoulder with hers before she's shuffling her way off the floor. "You worry too much."

Kaldur sighs as he mirrors her, standing up to watch her take another puff.

"I worry because you are a friend."

Before she can respond, the cave door opens, Robin's laughter and Wally's whines drawing closer has her quickly chucking the cigarette to the floor and smashing it into the floor with her boot quickly before she's grabbing it off the floor.

Kaldur raises his eyebrow at her.

"I thought you don't mind people knowing you smoke." He asks in a whisper.

"I don't." She clarifies in a whisper of her own. "But I don't need any of the idiots on this team tryna' look cool and copy me."

Green eyes widen at her face for a moment, before a playful smile settles on Kaldur's face.

"So, you do like us."

She glances at his slightly smug expression before she lets out a laugh, tilting her head at him with a grin.

"I like you guys enough to not become the reason one of you dies of lung cancer or somethin' stupid."

An gloved hand reaches up to pat his cheek as she takes a step closer to him, and Kaldur's face heats up under her watchful eyes.

"Especially you, shark boy- can't have a pretty face like you die too young." She teases. 

With one final pat leaving an flustered Kaldur and nearing Robin and Kid Flash, she's walking away with a smile.

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Kirima vs Gyatso: The tale of the Hot(wo)man

As cute and as much as I like Gyatso making up Flameo Hotman and it looping back to ATLA (cause hey! makes sense!):

Kirima technically did it first. TT0TT (the hotman/woman part at least).

So it begs the question........... Was Hotman/woman a term before? (and just fell out of fashion 200 years later?) Was it just another annoying nickname that Kirima chose? (most likely) or BOTH? (aka it IS a term, it means "ma'am/miss/madam" but she's using it a mocking tone/not using it right).

We don't get to see Rangi's reaction so hard to say if she's as annoyed by it than the hair related ones.

Anyway. While it COULD just be another nickname, because they called Rangi "Hairpin" before they seemed to settle on "Topknot". They only use this (once), and it's AFTER they've established Topknot for a good bit. So it's a big weird (not really but eh) for them to fling out a new possible nickname when they finally established one, AND it's one they know they can get a rise out of Rangi with (literally just happened).....

So like....what if it's NOT a nickname, but she's just insulting Rangi with a word from her country and using it in a mocking manner. Like what if it translates to:

Kirima: You're not setting a very good example for the baby Avatar, Topknot. Too much rage will stunt her growth. Rangi: Stop calling me that! Kirima, bows: As you wish, madam.

Which, if read like that would make sense. But it'd mean it's not a nickname made up by Kirima with the sole purpose to piss off Rangi. It means that there is a cultural/linguistical significance to Rangi and her Nation. Which means it's a word that DID exist.

BUT....then again.... "Hotwoman" is capitalized like how Rangi's other nicknames are.....so maybe it IS a nickname? Or maybe it's just a writing stylization choice that differs between Yee and RR?

"Ok what's the post about then?" Other than demanding we give Kirima her due😤 And reminding people they already made this joke before Roku's novel 😤

Ok ok, but for real, here are my theories:

Theory 1:

It was a nickname made by Kirima just to piss Rangi off. Maybe Kirima got reincarnated as an Air Nomad named Gyatso (that'd be so fucking funny) and decided to bring that oldie but a goodie back to annoy Roku with. OR, maybe Gyatso read a diary of Kirima's and that's how he got the hotman/hotwoman idea. And made the flameo thing up himself.

Theory 2:

Hotman/woman WAS a normal word back in Kyoshi's era, but had since fallen out of use by Roku's (maybe Rangi/Kyoshi had a hand in that? jfkdlasjfd). So far out of use, Roku is just ????? confused???? (that or the Flameo part is what's confusing him, not the hotman/woman). Gyatso found some old scrolls/history books that mention the hotman/woman part and decided to bring it back (with his own spin).

Theory 3:

Either part of Theory 1/2 are right (it's either made up, or just such old slang). BUT....Gyatso didn't know about it, and thought he was inventing the wheel. Great minds think alike kinda mentality going on here.

(of course maybe they do still say hotman/woman, or even flameo hotman/woman......but they don't say it as a greeting fjksldjf)

I dunno I had some thoughts on the matter and the implications. Maybe RR and the ATLA team forgot Yee already made the joke. Maybe they remembered and didn't care/have a reasoning behind it that I don't know about jfklsajfdl I just thought it was an interesting thing to chew on.

[pookie-mulder]

May 2024 fic roundup

I’ve decided to post a list of some of my favorite fics I’ve read each month, kind of like a reading journal. I’m terrible at remembering details of the fics I read (they all blend together in my mind), so I thought this would help me be able to look back on them in the future. Plus, maybe it will help you guys find some new stuff to read! (I’d love to chat about fics with you guys.)

Anyway, here’s my first one! I didn’t add these as I went (oops), so there’s definitely a bunch I’m forgetting. I’ll hopefully be better about it next month.

(If any of the untagged authors have tumblrs that I didn’t know about, let me know and I’ll add them.)

🏝️🚢 Erlona’s Heart by MD1016

Oh boy, this one has everything. Cancer arc angst, a vacation gone wrong, whump aplenty, intense UST, fascinating world-building, and some good old fashioned booty-smooshin’. I loved it so much! I’m so glad that I can read classic fics like this one that were published before I was even born.

🏕️🐻 Last Chance Falls by @slippinmickeys

Another oldie but goodie! This scratched my itch for a nice survival fic. Give me all that sweet, sweet hurt/comfort and cuddling for warmth and taking care of each other’s injuries and just-in-case love confessions.

❄️🧥 got you covered by @thursdayinspace

An excellent little fic based on a prompt I gave where Mulder wears Scully’s clothes. Idiots in love my beloved!

🏨📔 Blinded by White Light by @dashakay

I read the first installment in April, but I didn’t get to the follow-up until May, so I’m still counting it!

This post-colonization fic absolutely blew my mind. I was deeply obsessed with YA dystopian books in the 2010s, and this fic gave me major nostalgia while still being fresh and original. Honestly, it’s best if you go into this one not knowing much. Just read it!!!

[alexandraisyes]

Confession time? You know what sure.

This fandom terrifies me. I've only been watching for nearly a year now. (I joined just after bloodmoons return)

The only reason I found teams is because of old animations of people in the regular dca / sun/moon fandom.

People that have turned away from tsams because of the harassment. But those animations made me check out the show.

And I as grew to love it more and more. I wanted to make content I grew scared. Because I was in the regular dca fandom and do just ship sun/moon

I have at this point gotten over that and posted two fics for TSAMS, even made artworks for fics I liked. And kept posting regular dca sun/moon stuff as well.

And so far nothing bad has happend but I know that won't last and that terrifies me. I am a fandom oldy. I have been part of fandoms wich were deemed to be some of the worst.

But there i was never so scared of posting my first fic for a fandom. And that is sad ain't it.

But when I posted my first tsams stuff. At least I know what I signed up for and am fully prepared for it. I know were I stand and am hopefully expierenced enough to tell when people will just try and provoke me Into picking a side

i have no desires to do for every singel issue this fandom seems to have (for some i think it's people just finding a reason to put you in a box to hate. So why make it easy on them. If they wanna know where I stand the can read through my blog. I ain't hiding my feeling on things)

I have my block button ready if need be. But I hope not.

I've seen some wonderful things being made in this fandom. And I hope that is something that will continue. But I do wonder how many people there were like me. That are/were to scared to post their work just because of the things going on. But unlike me...didn't find the courage to do so.

Sorry this got long and rambly as I tend to do...I hope it made some sense. And my phone didn't make to many autocorrects my tired brain won't see until it's way to late XD.

-Noffy

Hi Noffy! (Idk who you are, names are hard as fuck, but hi anyways!)

I know a lot of people have those same anxieties. Both in and out of the active fandom. I have a few friends with alt accounts purely for TSAMS because they primarily ship Sun/Moon or other DCA/DCA that don't have anything to do with TSAMS. I know a huge part of the fandom is made up of minors (and just generally younger folks/Gen Z) that just don't understand how fandom works.

If I had a nickel for how many times I've seen people in this fandom complaining about "incest ships and jokes" (oftentimes for things that are just the general DCA Sun/Moon that have NOTHING to do with TSAMS) and the other fans had to tell them how to use the block button I would have half of my phone bill. Because it's constant.

Which is partially why I'm so goddamned insistent on challenging those ideas of what the fandom experience is "supposed to be" in this fandom. We're in a fandom where it is canonically acknowledged that there are dimensions where Sun/Moon exist, and people are still freaking out over non-TSAMS Sun/Moon art. Can anyone else see the irony? Or those who pick and choose what AUs are or are not acceptable. If SolarMoon/SolarNexus can be an acceptable ship in this fandom under the pretense that "They were never brothers" or "They realized that they didn't want to be brothers" then every other "taboo" ship should be on the same level of acceptable since we're not dealing with living, blood-related things, but rather animatronics who decide family based on word of mouth.

So the just general hypocrisy in this fandom is fucking ridiculous and is why I'm constantly pushing onto people "If you see something that you think is interesting and want to make an AU do it!" Make the AUs. This is the AU fandom (other than Undertale but I advise people from going there, that place is getting worse by the day). Make conventional and unconventional AUs. I literally have a fucking fanfiction series about TSAMS with "Unconventional" in the name. (And it's a hit btw). The more people who stop worrying about what other people would think and just have fun the more enjoyable and less hostile this fandom would be.

And I talk about this kind of thing a lot on my page because I think it's important. I think the general hypocrisy is stupid. I think that hiding in fear is stupid too, and pretending to dislike or like things you don't is dishonest. To both others and yourself.

I'm glad that you finally felt comfortable enough to upload fanworks for this fandom, and I'm sorry that it took a gathering of courage to do so. And I hope that eventually, the people who are overwhelmingly positive and sane about fan experiences can outweigh the people who are more worried about fictional morality or canon compliance. I've had to block several people in this fandom already, either for trying to police the fandom or for deliberately breaking my boundaries (squinting at the minors who came in my discord to talk about my nsfw fanworks).

I also got long and rambly (as I also tend to do) so I'll forgive you for your petulance (/light-hearted).

I'm not "of old fandom" but I don't think that anything you do in fandom for the sake of enjoying fandom can be comparable to a real-life crime. I grew up teaching myself the old fandom mentality and I never once fathomed people could harass others over fictional works for the obvious reason that it's fiction and it's not hurting anyone. And if you didn't enjoy the book why were you reading it? These are things that I understood at quite a young age since I was an avid reader of normative fiction (novels). And when people complained about a book to me that they read of their own volition I always would wonder why they kept reading if they didn't enjoy it, for the obvious answer is when you come across a book you don't like seem to be to put it away.

So when I joined Twitter at age 17 one can imagine my shock at the idea that people were getting harassment over things that they made for other people, because one wouldn't publicly harass an author of a published novel for writing something they find distasteful. I think if more people would just treat fanworks the same way they treat solid media that you can turn the pages of we would have severely fewer issues in fandom. Someone spent time making content for others to enjoy (for free) and if you don't find yourself in the group that content is for then you don't have to make it everyone else's issues. Put the metaphorical book back on the shelf and find something else to do.

Ask Game - Send Me Confessions

[nerdieforpedro]

It’s Worth The Paper It’s Written On

Chapter Six of A Safe Place for Us

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Aisha looks over the papers Dieter gave her and has an answer for him. Also, a trip!

Warnings: Paperwork!, mean oldies (just the one), oral (male receiving), Zoom call, doctor’s appointments, medical jargon (possibly inaccuracies because Mother/Baby was the class I got a C on in nursing school 👀 I like caring for adults. They can tell me yes or no. Kids can’t and you gotta argue science with parents.), a happy surprise

Word Count: about 2.8k

Notes: So turns out I had posted chapter five, it was chapter six I didn’t post. 😎 Whew, memory is a funny thing. So chapter seven should be next month and a I’m going to try for a monthly schedule. I make no promises as inspiration is fickle.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ Main Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Aisha says nothing for a full hour. She’s reading, highlighting, circling, letting out soft hums and flipping pages. All the while sipping her coffee and ignoring Dieter’s pacing.

He’s second guessing doing this, he should have just kept things cool, maybe continue to take her lead on the situation. “Hell no.” He mutters to himself. Who knows what that would have led to? Dieter knows from his wealth of failed relationships that certain things need to be in writing, especially concerning kids and pets. Well, in this case primarily kids, he doubts Aisha will want to take Cookie, his spotted goat, away from him. Dieter then announces that he is going to take a walk outside.

He had to come back as he forgot a shirt and to put his crocs on, but left again.

Aisha on the other hand is stunned at the level of detail put into the document which is essentially stating how involved Dieter wants to be with their child and it would apply to any future children they had. There’s different rules and levels for when he’s in between roles and on location or on press tours. That she would need to bring the child along and be present so they would have equal time with them. There was a long list of private schools in California and New York and that the choice was up to her depending on which would suit her writing career best. It also stipulated that the more children they had and the longer they remained living together, she was entitled to a larger monthly stipend, which started out at four grand a month when the paperwork was signed.

What threw a wrench in her thought process was toward the end, it mentioned a college fund or trust dependent if the kid decided to go to school or just enter the workforce, but after that was that Aisha would have to live with Dieter, agree to staff coming to the house to keep him apprised of her health as well as their baby and in the event that he had an untimely demise, she would oversee all financial decisions concerning his estate and their child’s trust. A final addition had included that this would all stand no matter if they married or not but it would be null and void if Aisha decided to have a child with someone else. She circled that part and wrote next to it, only if I was criminally insane and hell froze over.

Rationally, she understands why he feels he has to have his team, she assumes, draw up such paperwork. Dieter is a public figure and one that’s had people try and steal from him by any means. She isn’t a fan of a monthly payment just for living with Dieter, but it might be his way of making up for her losing her apartment which she’s immeasurably fond of. He likely had that in mind when he brought it up the other day. Since he hasn’t returned from his walk yet, she calls him. “Dieter you haven’t got lost in your own neighborhood have you?”

Rolling his eyes as he watches some older woman in a yellow track suit walking a poodle and eyeing him like he doesn’t belong, he flips her the bird as she stomps away, “Nope. I did give the finger to this old woman looking at me like I’m a round peg in a square in my own damn neighborhood. She’s one of those that would calm the cops for dumb shit.” He pauses a beat, “You finished reading? Anything you wanna ask?” The older woman yells some obscenities while her dog barks at its owner’s behavior. Dieter pays no mind and starts circling the tree he’s standing next to, trying to work off some of his anxiety. “First impression at least, give me something Aisha. Any direction you might be heading with it.”

“My first impression is that this is a hellova document and a unique way to propose a life with someone. Most people do it in bed, with a ring, over dinner, a trip or actually talk about it first.” The light tone she’s using helps Dieter relax, she’s not scared at least. “You know this is my neighborhood and not yours right?”

“I’m not most people Scribbles and neither are you. Plus I’d best lock you down before you get tired of me and decide on some other method of getting a kid.” There’s a gasp and a pause. Did he just stick his foot in his mouth? Quite likely. The older woman in yellow has returned with a younger man in a red track suit who’s shaking a fist at him. Dieter gives them both middle fingers and starts back toward Aisha’s place. He’s here often enough it should be his neighborhood too.

“Come back Dieter. I need to talk to you in person and not over the phone.” Aisha stands and meets Dieter at her apartment door where he rushes in and hangs up the phone. He describes the older woman and Aisha laughs knowing that woman hates everyone. “Glad you made it away from her. She needs to retire somewhere.”

“So what else did you think besides it being a bad way to propose?” Dieter kicks his crocs off at the door and plops down on her couch, Aisha takes a seat next to him and pats his thigh, she then cups his face and speaks.

“Dieter, I’ve chosen to have a baby with you. We've been having sex damn near every day and often several times a day. I don’t plan on having a kid with anyone else. I told you I love you, you big goofball. I don’t have an issue with moving in with you. I’m already locked in. I promise.” Dieter runs his hands along her forearms and down her sides to try and move her onto his lap but she shakes him off. Dieter’s face contorts with confusion but Aisha grabs a pillow off the couch and kneels in front of him and tugs at his pants. “You’re also letting me suck your dick before your afternoon zoom meeting. She needs an afternoon off but she’ll be ready tonight.”

“Fuck…no objections here Aisha.” Dieter’s more than happy to allow his pajama pants down to his ankles and watched as Aisha moved between his legs, placing a hand on each thigh, her lips kiss the tip of his hardening dick. She sticks her tongue out and runs it along the bottom toward the base, moaning the entire time. Bravo hasn’t seen this side of Aisha and is keen to see more. He reaches for her and she intertwines her fingers with each of his.

“Just watch and enjoy Dee. Be good for me?” Her eyes peer up at him to watch him slowly nod while she moves her mouth down a bit further to nibble at a spot between his cock and his heavy balls. Dieter can’t help but throw his head back and groan her name, pressing on her hands. He wants to put his fingers in her hair, on her neck, cheeks, but she won’t allow him to. Aisha is being purposeful in her restriction. She’s going off what she’s writing rather than experience, she’d rather not her neck hurt in addition to her cunt. It won’t be a sweet ache from how rough she knows men can be. Hearing him trying to bite his lip and hold back is something she’s unaccustomed to as Dieter is more all or nothing. She finds him attractive in this manner too.

Using her nose to glide along the base of his cock, Aisha kisses his head once more before sticking her tongue out to drool along his shaft. Dieter’s got a fair bit of precum, but it’s dripping on her breasts, dress and thighs. With an audible “Omhp!” She swallows a third of his length letting it sit in her mouth, warming it. Dieter in the meantime, has let out a string of curses, feels his hips sputtering and is apologizing for not being able to keep still. Aisha chuckles when she makes eye contact with him again. His pained expression at failing to control himself after she told him to ‘be good’ and that he’s begging her to start sucking. He feels the throbbing in his balls and he knows that it won’t be too long. A pop is heard as Aisha lets his dick fall from her mouth.

“I forgot to ask Dieter. Did you want to paint my breasts, face or the inside of my mouth?” Her question is followed by using her tongue to grab some precum that’s leaking from his tip. Dieter’s lips are quivering, he can’t think straight and he’s dry heaving in panic that if he doesn’t answer she'll stop and he’ll be on Zoom like this.

“Mouth, I-I-Inside your mouth. And swallow please. Just don’t stop Ai. Fuck me…when the hell were you like…” His hips jut toward her as she just smiles and nods, wordlessly taking him back into her mouth and bobbing her head. “Damn! Your mouth nearly feels as good as your pussy…I’m damn lucky she needed a time out….” Aisha snorted at Bravo’s ramblings while she tried to take more of him in her mouth, she was able to make it a little more than halfway before the urge to gag was too much. She hollowed out her cheeks while Dieter’s small rolls of his hips forced himself deeper into her mouth and he finally spilled down her throat with a growl. Aisha gulped three times before letting his softening dick hang. She made sure to lick their combined mess from his cock, balls and thighs before finally letting go of his hands.

Immediately, Dieter cupped Aisha’s cheeks and nibbled at her lips, getting her to open her mouth so he could taste her saliva and his come. “We always taste good together, Ai.” He slid down onto the floor and pressed his body against hers. He hadn’t been able to feel anything except her hands and mouth so he wanted more. Dieter always wants more. As he swallowed some of the spend that had been in Aisha’s mouth, he looked down at her panting face. Her caramel skin has a damp sheen over it, he laid his head on her shoulder. “We’re good together.” Aisha’s fingers scratch Dieter’s scalp and cradle his head, she lets out a “mmhm.” In agreement. The pair help each other off the floor and Dieter goes to do his Zoom call.

There was a question of what had dried in his beard, but Dieter said that he was saving it for later and Aisha snickered from the room.

The following week saw Dieter, Aisha and their lawyers sit down to iron out the contract that Dieter had presented Aisha with. It stayed the same, except for that part that mentioned if she had a baby with someone else. She wanted that part removed because like she told Dieter, she wasn’t planning on it. Things were notarized and signed with a trip to a few houses in LA that were for sale. Aisha was still coming around to the notion that she’d have to move, but was becoming more open to it.

Next month, they flew and looked in New York. Dieter took Aisha to a few shows while there and she was asked to consult on a production of “Cats” for their script. It wasn’t something she normally did but she found it fun and challenging. It had been quite awhile since Dieter had seen her working with scripts but it brought him back to when they first met and her being in writer’s rooms.

While staying in NY and getting accustomed to taking the subway and looking at houses, Dieter noticed that Aisha was getting up early in the morning so he followed to the bathroom and ensured she had a warm washcloth to clean her face. The nausea she had off and on was normal depending on what she smelled for years but the vomiting started last week before they flew out to NY. Dieter was upset that Aisha hadn’t mentioned anything but more than that he was worried. “Are there going to be other things you don’t tell me about? You’ve got to be honest with me Aisha.”

Aisha hadn’t wanted to ruin the trip. It’s been years since she’d been to New York and it’s her first trip with Dieter. She just wanted to enjoy it being the two of them a bit longer, rather than worrying about their expected third they’ve been working hard to make. The fact that she thought that at all was why she felt ashamed, like it was wrong to enjoy time alone with Dieter because she is the one who asked him to have a baby with her. Considering how much she’s enjoyed the process of trying for a baby, she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to allow herself to enjoy other parts of the experience. “I know I sound completely insane Dee. I swear I make no sense sometimes.”

Dieter walks her back to the bed and they lay down while he is her big spoon. “You’re not insane. Just scared to be happy. Honestly, I am too. We just have to learn how to enjoy things while they’re happening.” He kisses the back of her neck and she sighs.

“You’re right, Dieter. Let’s get some sleep. We’re going to see more places tomorrow right? I’ll call tomorrow morning and see if I can move up my OBGYN appointment to the week we get back.”

“Yeah we will, but I think we can’t wait to see your OBGYN at home. We should find one here.”

Bravo insisted on going and Aisha agreed, she did still call her OBGYN to let them know and to get their fax numbers and such so things could be sent over from NY. Seeing Aisha in stirrups led to several jokes about horses and if he should get something like this put in the house. Aisha was against the idea of seeing stirrups outside of a doctor’s office. So far, vitals, blood work and urine tests were good with the doctor and nurse entering the room with grins on their faces and telling Aisha not to get dressed yet.

“So Ms. Smith, it looks like from your urine, you’re pregnant! We’ll do an ultrasound to confirm and see how far along you are. You and your partner need to make sure that you’re going to all your appointments.”

Aisha was in shock, it only took three months? Initially when she had discussed the issue with her OBGYN, the doctor had said it could take up to a year since she’s starting later in life and is overweight. She looked over at Dieter who was sitting very still. It seemed the reality was hitting them both, there’s now a baby. Especially, after the nurse and doctor spread that cold jelly on her stomach and there’s a small heartbeat with a woosh sound. Aisha is laid across the table with Dieter kissing her forehead and holding her hand. She looks up at the screen on the ultrasound machine and sees a small big-headed kidney bean shape.

It’s there. Their baby is there. Looks totally weird, like it could be on the X-files but it’s there. Their baby.

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Anime Fest Plus 2024 Convention Experience Log - With Photos!

Hi, hello! As I've recently (as of this post, yesterday morning) attended Anime Fest+ 2024 at Tropicana Gardens Mall, Petaling Jaya, Malaysia, I've decided to write an experience log about my day there! While I will be posting a few different cosplays here, since my blog is currently primarily about MDZS, TGCF and SVSSS at the moment, most of the cosplays I'll be sharing will be from these three titles. To add to the fun, I'll also have commentaries on them!

To preface, the largest anime convention in Malaysia is Comic Fiesta, an annual mecca with 70,000 attendees as of the year 2023. Anime, games and comics are popular in this country, so there are smaller cons dotted throughout the months.

Anyway, the crowd wasn't as large as Comic Fiesta. As the structure of Tropicana Gardens Mall is rather narrow, you'd technically have to file through in two to three lines to be able to walk in and out of the place.

The exhibition hall at the fourth floor hosted all performances as well as cosplay booths. You'd have to ride one of the two escalators up to the hall - plebs without a ticket are doomed to be stranded at the bottom of said escalators, unable to sop up the merriment held exclusively above.

Here are some pics though, just in case you were a pleb that day, or just didn't attend the event:

Main hall programs and booths featured mostly Hololive and sexy pretty girl cosplayers and figurines, given the regular, expected fare when it comes to the anime consuming demographic (yes, I'm calling you out, my anime-watching brothers). I didn't take pictures of the doujinshi market out of respect for the art sellers there, but I did buy a beautiful print and got some lovely free stickers from that ONE vendor who sold BL stuff among the throngs of moe girls/Genshin Impact.

Yes, there was only one stall. But that one vendor made my day! Bless your heart, sister!

Now, I'll move on to the highlight - the cosplays. Nothing fills my heart with more joy than seeing happy people wearing colorful costumes and having a blast just being part of the convention scene. To be honest, it's so common to be wearing cosplay outfits nowadays that folk don't even notice you when you're dressed up - and I say this from experience; nobody noticed at all that I was in costume (or they were far too polite to laugh at how shitty I looked LOL, I didn't even dare take pics of myself). These events usually become scavenger hunts for me, to identify the ones from series I know or my tribe (fellow MXTX fans aha!).

First up is an oldie that's a goldie - Mr. Spock from Star Trek (credit: FaceBook user Yasuhiro Orihusay):

Honestly, I did NOT expect to find any Star Trek cosplays there. My dad's a Trekkie, so this was one of the first pics I sent him at the con itself. Live long and prosper, Mr. Spock!

Next, a furry OC:

I wasn't able to get their social media account as they were waiting in line for an autograph by a cosplayer, so unfortunately I'm unable to credit here.

Furries are currently still a new thing in Malaysia - but I'm glad to see them appearing more frequently at our cons, since they do diversify our pop culture scene quite a bit. Furs Upon Malaysia (FURUM) is held annually in Kuala Lumpur. The tickets are always sold out within an hour, so it's definitely growing and also contributing to tourism (Indonesian and Singaporean furries gather there too).

Also, they're fluffy. I love fluffy things. Much thanks, furry fandom, for being fluffy!

Moving on, here's a group cosplay of Jojo's Bizzare Adventure's Six Pistols (Mista from Golden Wind's Stands, if you're wondering which season it's from):

Vibrant and very spot on! I was unable to get their social media account due to the crowd and disorientation on my part. Do try to look them up, though! They were pretty popular, so I'm sure someone would have shared some info if you're interested.

Anyway, here's a White Mage from Final Fantasy (credit: https://www.instagram.com/yari_hayashi/):

Final Fantasy's one of the older franchises, but it's definitely rising again due to the new FFVII remake. I thought he was Garnet until I saw the blond wig. Bless the mages, healing power plus!!

Next in line is one of my all-time favorites, Sailor Moon (credit: https://www.instagram.com/jiahuab0719_cos/):

I'm a Moonie so seeing a Sailor Moon made me pretty excited! I don't see too many Sailor Moon cosplays even in Comic Fiesta - cosplays at our conventions are pretty seasonal and tend to follow trends, from what I've seen. She definitely caught quite a bit of attention with her wings, too. I saw her getting stopped quite a bit, so I'm glad I got a pic before a line formed!

Aaaand! I've saved the best for last! I'll be showcasing the MXTX stuff now. To start off (with a bang), here are two cosplayers of the number one seasonal love interest of the BL world, Hua Cheng a.k.a. San Lang Didi (Grown Up Version):

Credit: https://www.instagram.com/karry.1213/ (donghua version) and https://www.instagram.com/kopiii_cos/ (manhua version)

Remember how I said cosplays at Malaysian conventions tend to be pretty seasonal? Well, the current flavor of the month for the BL world is definitely TGCF - and the hottest flavor is now San Lang didi. You're going to get stopped for photos pretty often for dressing up as this flashy guy, and for good reason too. Donned in striking red, Hua Cheng is the Ferrari of the danmei world.

I overhead Kopiii_cos' friend saying so many people have been asking for photos! Viva Fafa!

Next, we have the ever beautiful WangXian couple cosplays:

Credit: Wei Wuxian (https://www.instagram.com/purple_384/) and Lan Wangji (https://www.instagram.com/anson1510/)

WangXian's a staple when it comes to the MXTX fandom. There's nary a person who doesn't love these two soulmates, and with these elaborate costumes, they've certainly stolen the show! They were the first couple I saw at the entrance of the exhibition hall, which makes sense since there was an OTP contest going on that afternoon.

Moving along, we have the main character of his story, the Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian (credit: https://www.instagram.com/arkutagwa/):

I gotta admit that this Lian's the sweetest of the Xies so far. Had a field day calling each other cute (what can I say, we both had cute personalities)! Gotta love that charming dimpled cheek, bless!

Speaking of cute, there's also this whole cute pose thing going on with certain attendees (credit: https://www.instagram.com/chzesin/):

I won't lie - I didn't recognize the character at first. But with the dark-gray-to-white ombre, black and red colors to tell you that's a Wei Wuxian, I'm just going to take a gamble here and deduce that yes, that is indeed a Wei Wuxian and include it. Let me know if you don't think it is.

Last but not least, we have our MXTX OTP group:

Credits: https://www.instagram.com/ayafvrvv/ (Luo Binghe) and https://www.instagram.com/close0402/ (Lan Wangji) - the rest didn't share their social media accounts but they did say you can find them through each other's accounts.

Turns out they're a group who'd entered the OTP contest that afternoon. If you're wondering, no, Binghe isn't paired with air (this is Bing-mei, not Bing-ge). There was a large number of attendees that day as it was Sunday, so their Shizun was still looking for parking. I'd gotten lucky since I'd arrived there just as they'd opened up Basement 3 so ZOOM I parked near the escalators with plenty of space to spare. Until today I chalk it up to being last-minute dressed as Xie Lian, the god of good luck for hobos like myself (or, according to popular belief, Hua Cheng's blessed every Xie Lian cosplayer out there no matter how much we look like we've just stepped out of a jungle). I also had plenty of space to sit for a lovely lunch of salad and green tea!

Granted, there were actually a few other Xie Lians there as well (he's the current flavor as well), but I didn't want to chase after them from afar since the flow of human traffic in this particular mall wasn't too conducive for trying to get pictures, unlike KLCC's garden. Usually, more fans are dressed as the two main characters, Wei Wuxian and Xie Lian - or the shous/bottoms in popular danmei. Surprisingly, I actually saw quite a number of gongs/tops this trip round.

So as a bonus, here's a pic with all our dandy gongs/tops together:

A dashing lot, aren't they?

Anyway, this wraps up my experience log as an MXTX cosplay hunter! Hope you enjoyed it! Bless!