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ryiju-muunie · 5 months ago

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Fem!reader/Suguru Geto Warnings: plus-size!reader, reader is into cute pink frilly outfits, Geto is VERY into the readers body, emo!geto, opposites attract, oral sex, Geto is canonically hung, pussy eating with a tongue piercing, creaming, fingering, blow job, degradation/praise kink, overstimulation, crying, a little dub-con Word count: 3047 DESC: You've always wondered how many piercings your best friend has

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“How many do you have?”

You blinked a few times at your friend, who was lazily scrolling on his phone in front of you. You and Suguru had met in your first-year economics class and stayed friends up through college. Now as seniors, your friendship felt almost second nature. Suguru was different from you, in the sense of dressing. He wore dark clothes, had dark hair, and so many piercings. You always wore pink frilly outfits, so you contrasted perfectly. Like two sides of the color spectrum.

You never tried to stare at the dragon tattoo snaking up his muscular arm or the way his labret piercing stuck out with a sharp point on the bottom of his lip. You had tried counting before, but new tattoos and piercings seemed to show up every week. There were the gauges, eyebrow, labret, septum… but you knew there was more. Maybe in his ear? You didn’t want to consider yourself a creep, staring at him so intensely, so you opted to avoid eye contact with the handsome man as best as you could.

You wouldn’t say you had a crush on him, but you wouldn’t not say that. You were very much down for anything he wanted to do if he ever offered. But the thing was, he never offered.

Suguru lifted his head, purple eyes scanning your face. He raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment, trying to mentally count before he gave up and started feeling around his face. You noticed his hand then trail down to his stomach, before ghosting at his belt. His fingers delicately traced the silver and black surrounding his waist, holding up his black skinny jeans.

He… no way. Your eyes widened at the thought. A dick piercing? There’s no way he’d have one. And there’s no way you’d go this long without seeing it. Well no- you didn’t want to see it- well. You shook your head at those thoughts. He was just a friend, and you did not want to see his dick. He was just a friend, and you did not picture him naked sometimes.

It didn’t help Suguru had a reputation for being incredibly … large. Girls and guys talked about it like it was a godsend just to be fucked from behind by his cock. Not going to lie, you’ve thought about it before. Just a small fantasy, and wondering what it would be like. You saw how he’d eye you in those short pink skirts or those low-cut kawaii tops, you know the ones you’d find on Pinterest. Your body was far from flat, being curvy and fat-filled in all the right places. Even if they weren’t the right places for others, they were to you. You loved your big form and you could tell that Suguru enjoyed the view too.

“Seven,” he looked back at you and adjusted his position, sitting up. You two were just in your dorm, sitting on either side of your bed. God the whole thing was pink, you felt so proud. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

You thought for a moment. Gauges, eyebrow, septum, lip… that was only four. So there were three you couldn’t see. Your mind and eyes instantly wandered down his body, stopping at his stomach, “Belly button?” You didn’t dare to look down to see the tent being pitched in his jeans, the tent you knew was growing as you continued to speak.

“And tongue,” he spoke softly, brushing some hair from his face. He pushed it behind his ear but it continued to fall into his eyes, “The other one you’re going to have to guess.” A seductive look crossed his face, trailing up to his eyes. He blinked a few times, barely closing his eyes to let his eyelashes ghost against his bottom eyelid. Fucking majestic honestly.

“Guess? C’mon just tell me,” you frowned, motioning to his perfect body, “Is it a dermal somewhere?”

“No. Think dirtier,” he then paused, “Think lower,” he suddenly purred. Suguru knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t deny you were attracted to him (I mean you do have sexual fantasies about him). And you couldn’t deny how it made you soak your underwear when he spoke to you in that low tone. You could just imagine him groaning sweet nothings into your ear with that perfect tone, with each thrust becoming sloppier as he attempted to reach his high. You could practically feel him bite down on your neck as he fucked you, pumping you with his seed.

“Lower?” You bit down on your bottom lip and adjusted your position to sit up as well, “Um… I don’t wanna seem weird.”

“Nonsense, you won’t be weird. Did you go too perverted?” He smirked and set his phone on the bed, motioning down to his legs, to the pulsating hard-on in his skinny jeans, “I can show you if you’re too embarrassed to say it.”

You slowly closed your eyes and released your bottom lip from the hold on your teeth, “Are you sure?” What was in the water today? Was it obvious he was turning you on? Was it obvious you wanted to give in and close the space, even if it was a mistake? I mean he was hard for Christ's sake! How much more obvious could you both get? Every inch of his body was on fire as if it was statically charged, just aching to touch your perfect curves. Suguru was hot, you couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny his attraction to you. You couldn't deny your attraction to him any longer. And it was obvious to him, huh? It must’ve been obvious to everyone. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him. He was serious. God you just wanted him to show you how big he truly was. And god you just wanted him to fuck you like the needy little whore you were.

“Always baby,” he grinned and stood up, beginning to undo his belt. You found yourself staring at his quivering dick through his pants. He was hung. You could see it from how his dick sat in his pants, becoming more erect as he just teased you there. His hands are seated atop his hips, with his cat-like eyes staring you down. Purple pupils dilated in your direction. Suguru then grabbed your chin and forced you to stare back into his own eyes, widening them as he continued, “I’m down if you’re down to see my piercing.”

Your eyes fluttered a bit with your bottom lip jutting out into a pink glossy pout. You needed to think about this for a moment. If he was offering, you’d like to take a ride on that stallion. Besides, you couldn’t say no to that stare even if you tried. If he truly wanted to fuck you and he knew you wanted to fuck him, why not? You only live once. And you knew this would just be a one-time thing, just sex. God you just needed him to fuck you.

“Can I see your dick now? I’m down,” you spoke softly, opening your eyes fully to stare at the grin atop his face. Fuck it, you thought.

Your best friend nodded and let go of your face, bringing his hands to fondle his belt. He slid it off and then started to shimmy out of his skinny jeans. He looked stunning in just a pair of loose boxers that hugged his muscled curves. He thumbed the waistline of his underwear and let his eyes flick back to you, “Do me a favor princess, and kneel in front of me. I want to see how you look against my cock,” he cooed, watching as your plump form fell to the floor on his knees in front of him.

How could you say no to that beautiful voice as it rang through your ears? You couldn’t! You nodded hungrily as he smiled down at you. You looked pathetic. You felt pathetic. But you didn’t care. Just to taste that length around your mouth would be worth it. To swallow his cum would make you feel whole. Something inside of you needed him suddenly, and so badly.

Suguru slowly brought his underwear down, revealing his massive cock. He was huge. You could see it from the way it lazily sprung from his body and how it glistened in your room lighting. You wanted to touch it so badly, to run your fingers over his Prince Albert piercing until he was shaking for more. It was just a loop through the side of his tip, through the urethra, and out one side. You reached out and grazed your fingers up to his tip, lightly tugging at his piercing. He bit his lip and watched you, hands waiting idly on either side of his body.

“Hold on,” he said softly, lifting one of his hands to sweep some of your hair up from under your scalp, “Do I have permission to use you as my fuck toy?” He pulled your hair into a ponytail, although you had to say it was the worst one you’ve ever seen. You looked up at him and went to speak but the tip of his cock lightly tapped at your bottom lip. You couldn’t even hide the moan that escaped your lips, and he took that as a yes.

You opened your mouth and he forced his way inside you. You gagged at the feeling of his tip and his piercing kissing your mouth. It was already too much to be stuffed this badly but he didn’t seem to care. Both of your hands anchored to his hips, letting your nails dig in as he grabbed your ponytail. With one fluid motion, he brought your lips closer to the middle of his shaft, before pulling you back to his tip, then back again. It was consistent how utterly fast he was going. You gagged again as you felt his piercing trail up and down the side of your mouth, clashing against your teeth.

“F..fuck you’re a whore for this, huh? You t-take this without any hesitation, huh?” Suguru breathed out, throwing his head back in a blissful state of condescension. You looked up at him and tried to pull your head back to speak, but he slammed you back against his cock. You whimpered at the sensation, feeling a pleasurable throb grow in your legs. Fuck you just needed some sort of release to make this all worth it.

One of your hands on his hip moved down in between your pants, rubbing against your clothed cunt. Anything for a bit of friction and stimulation. You just needed to feel him pound you, or better yet eat you out with that tongue piercing of his. You rubbed with two fingers in quick circles, feeling a small wave of pleasure build through your clit. You moaned and gagged at the same time, feeling the nauseous twinge run up the back of your throat. It hurt so good. God…

You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t even breathe from how much he fucked you. It was as if you were Suguru Geto’s personal fleshlight for him to use until he was completely milked dry. And it turned you on so much. To be used as an object. You wanted him to use you until you were shaking and crying for it to stop. Hey- you were halfway there already. Tears formed at the base of your eyes and threatened to come out with each thrust until they finally started pouring from your cheeks.

“Aw… mm-f .. fuck. Is this too much for you p.. Mm, princess?” Suguru spat, raking one hand through your hair and yanking on the ponytail. He pulled you from his cock, a line of slobber hanging from your bottom lip. He stared at you with pure lust, just aching to defile every inch of your perfect body, “Look at me, whore,” he commanded. You did as he said, eagerly staring up at him for something else to do. God what a sub!

You blinked a few times before he pulled you up. You whined at the painful sensation of being pulled by your hair, as he pressed a slobbery kiss against your open mouth. He tasted like cigarettes and it made your legs weak. You managed to find your footing and stand, letting him press himself against you. Suguru ate at your mouth as if you were his last meal, hoping and praying it would never end. He needed your taste against his tongue as if it was the last thing on Earth.

“Pathetic slut,” he murmured, biting down on your lip. You gasped and then felt him force his tongue into your mouth. You couldn’t feel the piercing against your tongue, but you could feel him move his tongue perfectly against yours. Saliva mixing made you throb uncontrollably. As you kissed, you felt him walk forward, inching towards your bed. You had a feeling where this was going. The railing right?

He pushed you back against your bed, your knees bending on the edges. Your best friend pulled your shorts down, not even caring to remove them from your ankles. You looked down with a dazed expression and murmured something about him fucking you, to which Suguru laughed and mused, “Let me please you first.” You didn’t need to be told twice, as you let your back hit the back of the bed with a light thump.

You felt him slide down your lace panties with gentle care before two fingers spread your folds apart and a tongue licked your slit. You felt a metal pebble lightly rub up and down your clit as he licked, before moving to suck and slurp as if he was a starving man. A faint moan escaped your lips as your hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding against his face as his tongue moved circles around your swollen clit. Typically this motion wouldn’t get you so hot and bothered, but something about Suguru made it incredibly arousing. He was just … perfect. Maybe this shouldn’t be a one-time thing.

Suguru pulled away for a moment and removed a ring or two from his pointer and middle finger, before dipping them into your pussy. You bit your lip and watched slowly as he sunk two fingers in. He curved his hand and bent his knuckles, beginning to pump in and out of you with a devious grin. You wanted to ask why he was admiring you with those eyes but as he grazed your G-spot, suddenly all words died on your tongue. You let out a guttural moan and lifted your hips to the sensation, trying to catch more of this intense pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it. Cream on my fingers, you filthy cunt. Aw does someone like it when I call her a cunt? You’re desperate. I could tell-” he spat as he thrust two digits inside you, “-you wanted me but you were too shy. And now you’re aching to cum… It’s almost cute,” a condescending laugh fell out of his mouth and he leaned forward, licking a pitiful stripe against your clit, “I could let you cum…”

“Please…” You whined, throwing your head back as the pleasure got too much. It was too much and not enough to be fucked by his fingers. You needed all of him at that moment, even if it wasn’t possible, “Please Suguru…” You breathed out shakily, turning your head to stare at him with an unfocused look.

“Since you asked nicely,” Geto smiled and pressed his lips against your pussy, thrusting all the while. He ate you out and pushed another finger inside, just to see if you could handle it. You could; bucking your hips in response to the added stimulation. You could feel the exact spot it was rubbing and you could feel your body beginning to contort as the pleasure was building. You sat up and ground against his face, stretching out both arms to grab onto something. Nothing but sheets were in your vicinity and all you could do was helplessly grab them and beg to cum. It was mindless at this point, as he sucked your clit, to beg for completion.

Something he must’ve done ended up pushing you over the edge. Whether it was his tongue fucking you or his fingers, something made you cum around them and clench. You clenched so hard you could feel his struggle to thrust them in and out, forcing him to instead internally rub against your G-spot. You gasped and lifted your hips again as you rode your high, biting down on your bottom lip and grabbing the sheets as if your life depended on it. You had never cum to the point of almost blacking out, but now that you have you never wanted to go back. The feeling of pleasure so intense wiping over you it made you dizzy, made another twinge of arousal poke at your clit.

But you realized the pleasure had stopped. Suguru pulled his fingers out and pressed a light kiss against your cunt, standing up and then sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked down at you with fondness, taking in your half-exposed body. He murmured something you didn’t hear before clearing his throat, “You’re gorgeous.”

You smiled and reached your hand out, grazing against his arm, “Round …two?”

He laughed and looked away, “I don’t think you can keep your eyes open. I won’t fuck you until you can��t walk …yet. I want to warm you up first.”

“This is a regular thing?” You raised an eyebrow, sleepily attempting to sit up but letting yourself slide back against the bed, “You haven’t cum though…”

Suguru shook his head and grabbed your chin delicately, contrasting with how he had manhandled you just minutes prior. He pressed a soft kiss against your temple and released you, letting you fall against the bed once more.

“Get some rest and I’ll rail you in an hour, okay?” He smiled, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the side. Who were you to say no to such a face?

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lovers-tucked-into-a-quiet-cafe · 9 months ago

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Chapter 7 [IKYLHT]

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Body involuntarily jostling, your eyes snap open as you lurch into your safety belt, the plane rattling loudly.

Heart thumping, you look at each of the men around you. Somehow, they remain completely unaffected. Not a single cease in snores.

Gaz rests partially on your shoulder, slumped down as far as he possibly can be in his seat. Price is nowhere to be found, but a careful lean forward displays Simon- arms crossed, feet stretched out into the aisle.

Shit, I can’t blame him. I’d probably do the same if I had those legs.

You can’t see much more than Johnny’s mohawk, but you can hear his snoring from the other side of the aisle.

Unbuckling, you gently slide yourself from under Gaz and shuffle into the aisle on your right.

Thank god for that empty seat. Might genuinely be the only woman on the entire damn flight.

For a bunch of trained soldiers, the plane was not stealthy or silent. A good percentage of these men must have broken their nose once or twice in combat because the amount of deviated septums on the aircraft was criminal.

Moving towards the front of the plane, you smile at the flight attendant before rummaging through their snack stash.

Fortunately, most CRAF flight attendants had either moved on from their original aviation company and joined the AFA as a freelancer (essentially), or were young, hardworking flight attendants that were convinced by the union to volunteer for their country one microwaved meal at a time.

Regardless, they didn’t mind when soldiers tried to cram in a few more calories during the flight, and that’s what mattered right now.

Opening the little cart-refill cubby, you scoop some ice into the tiny plastic cup and pour in a coke, sipping as you shuffle around the meal options.

Beef, chicken, vegetarian. Might have to try one of each. Yeah, that sounds good.

Pulling the plastic back on the corner of each meal, you stack them on top of each other and cram them into the microwave.

You watch as they turn, internally giggling with a childish sort of excitement.

Shoving another two cans of coke into your hoodie pocket, you grab a tray as the microwave beeps and balance the three meals carefully.

As you turn to walk down the aisle, your peripherals catch the flight attendant looking at you concerningly. You turn your head as she inhales to speak but you rush to talk before she does, smiling disarmingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m bringing them back to- HOLY SHIT!”

Hand clasped over your heart, you nearly jump out of your skin as Price stands not even a full foot ahead of you. His arms are crossed, head tilted with a stern but amused smirk.

“Go on, Rabbit.”

His eyes dip down to the tray of meals beginning to tilt and slide towards your hoodie.

“Oh uh. I was just telling her how I was bringing two of these back for you and Gaz. Didn’t realize you were coming to help, sir.”

You give a big smile and shimmy your shoulders playfully, wiggling the tray as you extend it out towards him.

He gives another little stern look before his eyes pass you, giving his infamous crinkly eye smile to the flight attendant and taking the tray from your hands.

He reaches the aisle first, gesturing towards your seat with a “Sit” before plopping himself into the empty seat on the right of you.

He pulls down the table tops, using the tray as a sort of bridge between the two, lining the three meals beside each other.

He pulls back the rest of the plastic film on each, handing you a wooden utensil set before trying a forkful of the vegetarian pasta meal and pointing towards your hoodie pocket.

“Hand it over.”

He nods as you open and place one of the cokes on his side of the tray bridge, taking a bite of the beef option and humming appreciatively.

“Mm, you’ll like that one. Eat.”

It’s a classic Shepherd's Pie, a meal you’ve made a million times in Johnny’s kitchen. It’s a comfort meal on those slow days, something hearty to soothe the soul.

Johnny had mentioned giving Price your ‘special’ recipe (consisting of a little extra butter and a heaping spoonful of love) but that’d been years ago, probably two and a half by now.

I can’t believe he’d remember that.

Gaz remains asleep on the left, and you crack your coke open as your gesture towards him.

“Should we save the chicken and rice for him?”

Price pauses his chewing, gazing at Gaz for a moment before the chewing resumes and he shakes his head.

“He’ll be alright.”

You hold back a surprised snort, giving a huff of a laugh and digging in.

He’s right. That’s a damn good Shepherd’s Pie.

He takes Gaz’s snoring as a cue to try the chicken meal, nodding in satisfaction once more.

The two of you share the three microwave meals, going back and forth between the plastic bowls.

You’re almost finished eating when Price speaks.

“So�� Was Kyle right?”

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, you turn to glance at Gaz before settling back on Price.

“I’m sorry?”

“Garrick.”

“No I-” You huff a laugh that holds impatience more than anything else, “I know who Kyle is, sir. Was he right about what?”

His eyes pass yours, landing somewhere over your shoulder, and you realize.

“Oh.” Setting the fork down, you sit back. “We’re okay. Just figuring a couple things out.”

He nods, giving a small hum and leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms and talking lowly.

“Simon’s a good man. You can trust me on that.”

You lock your eyes onto his for a solid moment.

“I do, sir.”

He nods, starting to look away before your voice rings out once more.

“So what’d I do that gave it away? Or did Johnny tell you?”

“Neither.” His eyes dart over to Ghost.

“Simon isn’t that touchy with anyone. Noticed it with you first. Wrote it off. Saw him with Johnny. Not hard to put two and two together.”

“Price I-”

“-I don’t need an explanation, love.” It barely registers in your head that this is his first time calling you anything besides Rabbit, “Believe me. Just tellin’ you to be careful. Not let it compromise a mission. For everyone’s sake.”

Right… he read my file. Laswell’s version. The uncensored one. Right right right. That’s great.

“Yes, sir.”

He’s not wrong.

You nod somewhat bitterly, look away in shame.

He lets a moment of silence pass before turning with a semi-apologetic smile.

“You still got a few of those desserts you nicked?”

Your smile returning, you pull out the small dessert cups from your various cargo pants pockets.

Setting one in front of him, you prop your elbow on the armrest between the two of you, leaning towards him and nudging his shoulder.

“So, tell me about Urzikstan.”

“Soldiers, as we start our descent into beautiful London this afternoon, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. On behalf of myself and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for your service. We look forward to seeing you on board again as you continue to defend our great nation and its freedoms. May God bless and protect our troops.”

Chuckling lowly at his eye roll, you push a still-sleeping Kyle’s seat-back tray up as Price speaks lowly.

“Can’t tell you how many times he’s drooled on me. Left a damn snail trail on my shoulder coming back from Iraq.”

“Aw, give him a break. He’d earned it.”

“I’m lenient enough as is, I’ll tell you that much.” He chuckles with you, pushing his seat up and rebuckling.

You’d both gotten comfortable, the turbulence pretty tame considering the route.

Slipping your boots back on, you glance at your watch and feel your eyes widen.

Price and I have been talking the last- oh god- four and a half hours?

Makes sense, really. He’d been more than generous in his story sharing, supplying you with a healthily sized list of semi-embarrassing things he’d seen the guys do over the years- Kyle having to explain why he couldn’t wear his patrol cap after it slipped off and fell into the half-full piss ditch he was utilizing was your personal favorite.

Slipping past him, you settle into Price’s original seat between Kyle and the aisle, shaking the man awake gently.

“C’mon Sarge. Rise and shine.”

He mumbles something incoherent, shrugs your hand off as he leans towards Price. All the other man does is continue your efforts in waking him, so you consider your job done and move on to Simon.

Barely pressing your hand onto his chest, his eyes fly open, long lashes fluttering as he blinks away the sleep.

“It’s okay, Si. Just me.”

He rests his hand over yours, lifting to kiss it from behind the mask with a small smile.

You go to wake Johnny, but stop as you feel a light hand on your elbow. You fight the urge to slap it away, something deep in your gut recoiling, able through sheer will alone to brush off the feeling entirely.

Hadn’t anyone told these people not to go randomly touching soldiers?

“Ma’am, please return to your seat and buckle your seatbelt, we land very shortly.”

You flash her a smile, let the image of her civilian work attire push into the front of your head.

She didn’t mean to. No harm intended.

Doesn't change the way your stomach fell to the floor when she did it.

Simon nods as you turn back to him, wordless praise that you appreciate wholly.

“Go ahead, Tapeti. I’ll wake ‘im.”

You make your way to your seat, buckling into your seat beside a newly awakened Gaz.

You start your list, a mental chalkboard full of to-do’s, as usual.

You hadn’t been in the military for 9 years for nothing. If a job is to be done, it’ll be done right, and the front of your mind flashes to the team you’ll be returning to- training your subordinates, countless team building exercises, trading tactical advice with Gaz as promised.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the same man the second your brain glosses over him.

“You seem better.”

His tone is light and playful, but it doesn’t give you much indication of the meaning of his words.

“Yeah? What makes you say that?”

He gives a small shrug, a content smile on his face.

“I dunno. Just seem to be in better spirits.” He leans in, gives your shoulder a nudge with his. “Price tends to have that effect.”

You feel your cheeks warm before you could get a retort out, the small wink he gives while leaning back into his own seat only exacerbating the issue.

“Bold words, Sergeant.”

He doesn’t reply, only throws his head back with a hearty chuckle that leaves his eyes closed in delight at your sudden awkward jitteriness.

He’s cute, you’ll give him that, but that just won’t do. God forbid your cool, calm, collected persona be tarnished by Gaz and his teasing.

Smirk slipping into something more genuine, he taps your knee against his to grab your attention once more.

“You ready to be home?”

You let your eyes stay on him for a minute- his calm demeanor and warm smile, the way he’s so effortlessly comforting- before shifting your eyes to glance over at Price, then Simon, then Johnny.

There’s a lot to be done once you’re back, most of it leaving an ache in your back and a deep churning in your gut.

But looking at your little group, it doesn’t seem as daunting as it did a mere eight hours ago.

“Yeah.”

You look towards your boys once more, hands held tight together, barely visible to the untrained eye.

“Yeah, I am.”

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remushrts · 7 months ago

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getting a piercing with barty . . .

— pairing: barty crouch jr x gn!reader

— a/n: inspired by my friend who wanted company to go pierce her ear <3 (not proofread)

— warnings: needle mention and brief description of getting a piercing (yk the process), no blood or anything though, and i think that's all!

For all of his faults, one of Barty's biggest qualities was that he was up for anything. It didn't matter how insane - some might say the more insane or stupid, the better when it came to Barty - or how late or how unusual, if you could pitch him an idea, he was in for it. This time, you thanks the gods he is. The only word that had made through to him was "piercing", and he was up and ready to leave despite it already being the middle of the afternoon.

"Didn't we need to schedule or something?" You ask as Barty drags you by the hand through streets and more streets, seemingly lost, until he turns two corners over and spot the place he got his piercings at, after Dorcas insisted they would get inflamed if he kept doing it at home (his ear was already nearing infection, to her credit).

"Nah, don't worry, trouble." He shrugs it off, holding the door open so you can enter.

The place is small, decorated with a black, white and red theme and many goth, almost grotesque art pieces on the walls. The one that attracts your attention the most is a heart on the wall, stabbed with pins and piercings jewels on display. You hear Barty talking to someone as you analyse the different types of needles and jewelry, thinking about which one to get.

"Trouble, you're up!" You hear his voice, looking in his direction confused, he has nothing but a smile as he points to the counter. The assistant gives you a sheet of information to fill and once you're done, takes you to a different room. Barty of course, goes with you.

"Evan's doing it for you. Same guy who pierced my bridge and most of my ear, and my tongue... You get it, right? He's good." He tries to calm you down.

"Yeah, and if you faint, I'm piercing your septum." A blonde guy enters the room and jokes, preparing a needle and instructing you to lay down on the stretcher in the middle of the room as he puts on a pair of gloves. You can't say the hospital-like smell is any calming for your nerves.

"Two for the price of one!" Barty smiles as you hold your breath nervously. "Don't worry Ev, trouble's not gonna pass out." He double checks with you, standing on the opposite side of the stretcher you're laid on, his fingers finding yours to give an encouraging squeeze. "We good to go?"

You take a deep breath before nodding, and Evan holds your head in place before stabbing the needle through your skin. A sharp pain blooms in the spot, and you squeeze your eyes at it, expecting blood or more pain, but it never comes. Despite from a little discomfort and some warmth, there's nothing. Evan gives you a smile, letting you know he needs to put the jewel in place. Barty pokes his head to watch, as you flinch slightly at the sensation.

"See, we're done already." Barty says, helping you sit up, his hand supporting your back. "Trust me, doesn't hurt as bad as a regular needle. And you'll probably take better care of it than I would, so it's gonna be easy." You all but nod to him, praying for him to be right as you get a ton of instructions to follow, what to not eat and what to avoid in general, all while Barty makes commentary and Evan cuts off to correct him and tell you to actually do the opposite and finally, come over if there's any problem at all. He's sweet, makes you think even if there's none, maybe you'll come around for another piercing soon enough. Maybe let Barty on the waiting room this time.

#marauders #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders era #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr x you #barty crouch jr headcanons #remushrts writes — ★

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moonlit-escape · 5 months ago

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‧₊˚꒰♱꒱༘‧⊹ Zane Mystreet headcanons !!

i love this lil emo freak i NEED to get wine drunk n watch ponies w this guy

6'0 (183cm)

go white boy go

hetero. (comfortable with this label, but honestly his attraction isn't limited to cis women and he has even had crushes on femme men (he just wants to be the token hetero friend))

capricorn ♑️

he mostly dresses casual emo, but sometimes my guy wants to rock a pair of demonias and a fishnet bodysuit with some heavy, pure silver chains and rings, alri

piercings,. piercings piercings piecings. no lips piercings... septum and eyebrow, though. and DEFINITELY gauges in his ears. and ABSOLUTELY ones with cute shapes.

if he didn't cover his mouth all the time, i think he would like wearing dark, cool colored lipsticks

and it'd be smudged all the time bc he keeps fuckin snacking on sweets

of course he paints his nails, and he treats them well bc he hates chipped nail polish (rich boy gets the highest quality, strongest clear nail protection youve never seen before in your life)

honestly all the ro'meave brothers are a bunch of gnc kings like okayyy!! pop off boys w your dresses, heels, skirts, n makeup!!

god can that boy sing

idc he listens to vocaloid and his favourites are vflower and rin kagamine

also listens to emo songs (ofc) and cartoon songs

prefers rock band over guitar hero

one time he smacked vylad in the back of the head with a rock band drumstick and he felt so bad he ran off and cried

boy is the most fuck-ugly crier

secretly steals stuff from people he cares about as keepsakes (like, little things: garroth's old gameboy, vylad's old sketchbook, aph's other half of a pair of lost earrings, nana's ribbons and pastry wrappers)

actually has pretty high metabolism, and one time he gloated abt it to aph and accidentally made a joke in poor taste, and she kicked his ass. so, he just lets her call him a lil fat boy as his eternal penance for being an asshole

okay this isn't a headcanon but sort of is but, why were him and dante like Tightrope-walking that fucking incel line as teenagers. like they were one wrong step from falling into an incel category. thank god their brothers would NOT have had that from their baby brothers anyway bc Wtf

anyway

honestly, he doesn't feel as cold toward vylad as he used to as a teen, and kind of wishes he had the strength to show that and reach out and ease the tension between them. but, he's afraid of making it worse by being awkward, so he wants to wait and hope that vylad makes the first move, if he ever does. (and if not, he'll probably ask garroth to do it for them)

has rejection sensitive dysphoria, made even worse by a rejection complex from: garte's blatant favouritism, bullying and rejection in school, and isolation as an adult. it's part of why he became so attached and possessive of aph. but, he's safer now

he was a harry potter kid. garroth was the percy jackson one, and vylad was warrior cats.

he always thought he was a slytherin but i think he's more of a hufflepuff than he realizes (nana on the other hand.)

he has a lot of sanrio merchandise. more than he will ever admit. his pony merchandise does outweigh it, though, of course

yes, his main comfort character and obsession lies with pinkie pie cake. but, the rainbow dash backpack Objectively fucks

you can get him to eat anything, so long as it's candied or chocolate covered. this means if you hand him one of those candied roaches, he won't think twice about gnashing down on one of those suckers

has a plushie collection of really, really soft and sweet-looking animals. and all of them have punk-like accessories (safety pin piercings, spikes, black ribbons, black laces, etc)

the only plush that doesn't have anything on it is an old brown teddy bear with garroth's faded name on the tag

likes to make snapcube sonic fandub references and will just drop random shadow, the devil, and memphis tennessee quotes

#mystreet headcanons #zane mystreet #zane romeave #zane aphmau #aphblr #cw: swearing

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avatar-thewayofincorrectquotes · 2 years ago

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sully kids modern!au headcanons

Neteyam:

he/him pronouns

bi with a preference for men

loves listening to hozier and prolly dua lipa

eat your young is his song rn

runs track, but has done archery since he was younger with Neytiri

also did rock climbing for a bit

a rock climbing god

def has good grades, like a’s and b’s

super good at English and history

reads for fun and sometimes plays video games with Lo’ak

hates shooting games tho

will not play stuff like COD

for sure had braces and as soon as he got them off, all the girls started flirting with him

he lets them down easy

genuinely enjoys looking after Tûk

Tsireya is absolutely his best friend and they do face masks and listen to kpop together

a pretty good cook, but is better at making simple stuff from babysitting Tûk

got a septum piercing during senior year but doesn’t wear it at home bc Jake would be mad

Neytiri knows

she thinks it’s sick

Jake wants him to join ROTC but it’s the one thing he won’t do

is the only kid who consistently calls Jake sir

kind of looks up to Spider bc Spider is a year ahead of him in school

started dating Ao’nung junior year

Kiri:

she/they pronouns

pansexual(?) or unlabeled

kind of likes kpop bc of Tsireya, but like religiously listens to Sza and Mitski

doesn’t play any sports, but takes some art classes

she draws on her biology notes

takes botanical drawing classes

super good at science, particularly biology

good grades, mostly a’s and b’s

reads sometimes but prefers to hang out on her phone while Neteyam reads

is always in her sibling’s rooms

Lo’ak is always yelling at her to get out of his room

has, like, a million plants, but not a single one of them is dying

kind of a loner at school, but just hangs out with Spider and sometimes her siblings and Tsireya

Tûk used to drive her crazy, but now Kiri gets that Tûk just looks up to her

goes to visit her mom every weekend

has pierced ears but never really wears earrings

she wants a nose piercing so badly that she is considering doing it herself

she says she hates that Lo’ak sometimes calls her his twin

she secretly likes it

it makes her feel included

like she’s not adopted

is extremely aware of the fact that Rotxo likes her but refuses to make the first move

they start dating in junior year

Lo’ak:

he/him pronouns (or maybe he/they)

i feel like he might try out they/them pronouns at one point

bi with preference for women

in my bi Lo’ak era

used to do archery with Neteyam and Neytiri but kind of hated it so he stopped going

started playing basketball in middle school and is like, super good

Jake is always at his games embarrassing him by yelling at the ref

honestly pretty good at school

he just doesn’t like it that much so he doesn’t want to try

for some reason, i see him being really good at math

has mostly b’s because he has to maintain a good average to play sports

plays video games a lot but will always switch from first person shooters to something else if Neteyam wants to play

hangs out with Neteyam all the time bc Neteyam is his role model

he will never admit that Neteyam is his role model

(Neteyam knows. Lo’ak did a project in sixth grade on role models and wrote his whole essay about his older brother. Neteyam found it and keeps it in his desk.)

wants to be like Jake and gets frustrated when Jake can’t see that

they fight a lot, but when Lo’ak gets older they have a heart to heart and their relationship gets better

absolutely adores Tûk

pretends he doesn’t

100% listens to rap music in public but secretly loves kpop, particularly twice

him and Tsireya started dating their freshman year

is always showing up to school with his nails painted bc Tsireya insisted on doing them

wears mascara bc he likes having long eyelashes

Kiri pierced his ears in their bathroom in junior year

Tûk:

she/her

she’s eight so she hasn’t really thought about sexuality related stuff yet

loves her family!

always wants to hang out with Jake and Neytiri bc she thinks the adults are cool

they spoil her to no end

when the parents aren’t around, she bothers Neteyam

loves to tease Kiri about Rotxo

enjoys showing up right when Lo’ak and Tsireya are about to kiss and asks them inane questions

Tsireya thinks it’s cute

Lo’ak yells at her to go away

does swim classes on Saturday mornings and Ao’nung is her swim teacher

that’s actually how Neteyam and Ao’nung formally met

Tûk was instrumental in getting them together

also plays soccer after school three days a week

good at school, but prefers going on field trips bc she likes learning by doing stuff

begs Jake to chaperone her field trips

she is the reason that Jake and Neytiri accept Spider bc she bothered them for days to let him move in with them

genuinely the sweetest most adorable child

has an iPad and enjoys playing subway surfers and those toca boca games

she makes Lo’ak play with her bc she knows he enjoys video games and thinks that it’s a way to get him to hang out with her

(at first Lo’ak didn’t know that that was why she was doing it, but Neteyam told him and now he pretends to complain but loves the toca boca hairstyling game. he downloaded it on his phone.)

has an easy bake oven and ‘cooks’ for Jake

he pretends to eat it but feeds it to the dog

(the dog usually vomits later.)

Spider:

he/him pronouns

straight, but absolutely a very supportive ally

raised by Norm bc his mom and Norm were friends when they were younger

the sullys and Norm were neighbors for Spider’s whole life so he spent a lot of time over there

at first, Jake and Neytiri didn’t like him, but eventually warmed up to him

this was bc of the kids

obviously

moved in with the Sullys when he was 14 bc Norm was moving

pretty good grades, mostly has b’s

does rock climbing and is super good at it

used to go to the climbing gym with Neteyam but now goes by himself

when his dad retired from the military, Quaritch wanted Spider to move in with him

Spider compromised and visits Quaritch every other weekend instead

tries to balance the oldest sibling responsibilities with Neteyam

genuinely cares for the sully kids so much

lets Lo’ak vent to him about Jake

Kiri is always ranting to him about her crystals and plants and stuff and he just loves listening to her

he is a super good listener in general

takes Tûk to soccer bc she practices at an indoor field and it’s at the same place as the climbing gym

plays video games with Lo’ak all the time

was homeschooled until high school

bc of that he’s pretty good at science and technology stuff bc that’s what Norm and Max know the most about

sucks at English and history and gets tutored by Neteyam

so caring and genuine

all he wants in life is to be the best big brother and be accepted into the family

the day that he goes off to college, Neytiri hugs him and tells him that she is thankful he is her son

he cries so hard

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chubby-kiyo · 1 year ago

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Okay. Time to do Goodbye Despair edition of appearance headcanons

Teruteru Hanamura - (He/Him Hyper pan sexual) I don’t actually hate his design, he looks like the plump chef decorations everyone had in their kitchen in the 90s. He has thick hair and uses a ridiculous amount of pomade and hairspray to style it. (How he doesn’t catch on fire doing flambé is beyond me)

Ultimate Imposter - (They/Them intersex pansexual) They have to hide all of their natural features as part of their talent, but I feel like they probably have a somewhat feminine build. Due to their weight, they can pass more easily as any gender without being questioned (and maybe with some shape wear to help seal the deal) and this is pretty gender affirming for them.

Mahiru Koizumi - (She/They, Lesbian) She is midsized with a small tummy pooch and kind of pear shaped. Her freckles extend to her shoulders and back, and she has somewhat crooked teeth, but in kind of an endearing way. Has a small nose ring.

Peko Pekoyama - (She/Her, grey asexual) Slim and muscular with very little curvature, not that she needs a big pair of jugs to slow her down. She has really long thin fingers, and 9 times out of ten they are ice cold. She also has several scars from weapons training.

Ibuki Mioda - (They/She, pansexual) Built like a board. Just no hips or chest to spare, but they prefer a more androgynous style anyway, as is popular in the scene. Always has raccoon eyes, and will rub or picked at her face, smearing them in the process. Septum and tongue piercings and stretched lobes. Also has light acne scars.

Hiyoko Saonji - (She/Her, Lesbian) Looks like she’s 12. Her hair is very reactive to humidity and she is prone to turning into a poodle if it gets wet. Has a sizable front tooth gap, which only serves to make her look more childish.

Mikan Tsumiki - (She/Her, bisexual-female pref) She is plus sized and has wider hips, which she bumps into stuff with all the time. She has a round face and a button nose, which are always rosy pink, because of how often she is crying. Just chronically puffy eyes.

Gundam Tanaka - (They/Them, pansexual) They are kind of average/slim and don’t have much in the way of muscle. There’s just not as much under those robes as you might expect. Wears corpse paint and other trad goth makeup often but hates going out without at least using a light/white foundation. Black lipstick is a must for special occasions, and they always carry at least one lint roller to maintain their perfect black clothes with the hammies. Has a septum piercing and stretched lobes.

Nekomaru Nidai-(He/Him, Bisexual, female pref) Obviously built like a Greek god. Is very particular about his manscaping, and you bet your ass his fades are always on point. His hands are so fucking huge and blocky that it’s almost comical to see him holding someone else’s hand. His chest is hairy, and he has eyebrow and nipple piercings.

Nagito Komaeda - (He/They, gay) The man is dying of cancer. He is deathly pale and skinny. If he wasn’t a wacko, any sane person would be concerned for him. His hair is dry and coarse, in an over processed bleach kind of way. Has dark circles and yellowing teeth. Somehow though, he still manages to have a smooth, soft baby face and unnaturally clear skin. Is lacking in the eyebrow department, but has white double lashes on Satoru Gojo’s level.

Chiaki Nanami - (She/Her, pan) She is chubby. Like not just on the cusp of plus size, but a few sizes deep. Has stretch marks on her hips, chest, and stomach. Pale skin and puffy eyes from poor sleeping habits. American girl doll teeth and frizzy hair from falling asleep on random surfaces.

Kazuichi Souda (He/They, bisexual female pref) Has a bit of pudge from eating processed junk all the time, but doesn’t seem to mind. He had braces as a kid, so his teeth are perfectly straight and really the only tight laced thing about the guy. Has shaved sides and hates washing his hair, so he uses the beanie to cover up the greasy bits and his little black roots when they grow out. Breaks out easily, and has some acne scars. Pierced nostrils, tongue, and stretched ears.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu - (He/Him FtM, ace spec?) Kind of scrawny and will just never be tall. Freckles on his shoulders and back. Has a tiny amount of peach fuzz over his top lip and is really hoping it will start to fill in. Blonde eyebrows that are barely visible to begin with, that he still insists on shaving slits into. Pierced ears.

Sonia Nevermind - (She/Her, pansexual) Petite all around. Dainty little hands and the softest skin. Very fine hair, and like Fuyuhiko, she is a bit lacking in eyebrow definition, but she has to fill them in. Has a small upturned nose and definitely does the princess peach lip thing.

Akane Owari - (She/Her, pansexual) Muscular and thick all over. As much as she definitely has abs, having them visibly defined is generally speaking, not healthy for most women, so they’re under a smooth soft tummy. She has a wider button nose and full lips that she would love to put gloss on if it didn’t interfere with her snacking. Has somewhat crooked teeth and her hair is consistently tangled.

Hajime Hinata - (He/Him, pansexual) Buff arms. All around pretty stocky but not fat. Stubby thick hands. Tans easily and has the worst farmers’ tan from his stupid polo shirt. Gets freckles across his nose when he’s in the sun a lot. He has bushy eyebrows that could use some attention and thick lips.

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th3sp4rr0w · 1 year ago

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(Originally I put the summary under the cut, but now it's just the chapter for Tumblr-only users)

Prompts for Day One; Drugging/Sick/Poisoned

Alt. Prompt for Day One; Bloody Knuckles

Prompts Used; Sick, Bloody Knuckles

Tw; Blood, Injury, Homophobia, Slurs, Dental Trauma, Vomiting Mention

Life had changed a lot since attempting to steal the bat-mobile’s tires.

Before, he’d just been Jason Todd. Poor little Jason Todd, who’d found his mom dead, whose father was doing who-knows-what at this point. Homeless Jason Todd, who’d run away from any foster home they’d ever stuck him in, who sold stolen tires just to try and somewhat survive. Then, he’d made the stupidest, best decision of his life.

He thought he was going to die there in that street, facing the man that had even the bravest goons running to try and receive mercy. He did what he thought he could and hit him with a tire-iron to try and escape. Then, the furry had kidnapped him. He’d just tried to steal from The Batman, then he’d actually managed a hit on him with a make-shift weapon- he hadn’t wanted to think about what was next then.

Batman didn’t end his life and hide his body where nobody would find it. He’d asked if he was okay, gave him food, offered his home. Introduced him to his butler because, wow, Batman trusted him with his secret identity? Batman was Bruce Wayne? Multi-billionaire Bruce Wayne?? The guy that was on the news last week for getting drunk and falling into Gotham harbor during some fancy rich-people-boat party?

Bruce was surprisingly... nice. When he found out Jason’s mom had died and his dad was apparently locked up, he took Jason in. He and Alfred put up with all of his shitty behavior over the first few weeks, introducing him to his older brother Dick (seriously, who wants to be called that?) and even making him Robin. Sure, the beginning months were rough but in a couple weeks, Dick promised to take him to see a movie he was excited for. For the first time since his mom died, he felt like he had someone who cared about him. Which, yeah, it was nice to have people that wanted to know about his day and were coherent enough to respond to him, and he’ll forever feel grateful for the people in his life that hadn’t just turned away from the sight of him, but it was especially good to have people who cared about him because-

Jason sneezed, coughing directly after. There was neon green snot on his arm as he pulled back, a string connecting it to the septum of his nose, making it impossible to know which nostril had decided to betray him. He could feel the gunk in his lungs trying to escape before settling down without much more fuss.

Gross.

Immensely glad he had decided to change into a short sleeve after sweating through Dick’s hoodie during a hot flash, he carefully followed the string until it reached his arm and broke it with a short wipe. He peeled back the covers enough to blindly reach over to his nightstand, intensely focused on the snot to make *certain* that it didn’t smear anywhere, he wasn’t cleaning that up right now. His hand bumped his alarm clock, then his water bottle (thank God for Alfred), his tea thermos (once again, thank you, Alfred), and finally hit something soft. He pulled at the tissue box, pulling it up in the air until the tissue released from its prison, coming over to wipe at his nose before finally cleaning his arm.

Yes, he was sick. He had been eating breakfast before school the other morning, excited to read his essay for English class that afternoon and chatting happily with Bruce about it before he’d stopped mid-sentence, causing said man to lean over and ask if he was alright. That had turned out to be a mistake, as what had once been a delicious pancake spewed out of him along with whatever had been for dinner the night before. It tasted like stomach acid mixed with syrup.

Jason... probably won’t be eating his pancakes with syrup for a while.

He coughed again, barely covering his mouth before another glob of mucus made its debut, flying out onto the tissue. He stared at it in disgusted fascination.

He heard feet from the hallway before Dick lightly kicked open his door, a tray of soup in his hands and what sounded like a bottle of meds rattling in his pocket. Bruce had left earlier that morning for a mandatory meeting, Alfred had left for his weekly grocery run (which took twice as long as any grocery trip should’ve reasonably taken with Bruce and Alfred’s particularity for certain brands/quality, often resulting in hunting through several grocery stores before finding what they needed), and Dick had taken off work just to look after Jason. They knew he probably could’ve managed, but he was glad he wasn’t alone.

Dick looked at Jason, the look on his face making it clear he had just heard the boy cough up his left lung.

“You okay, Jay-bird?,” he asked, setting the tray in front of him.

Instead of replying, he showed Dick the tissue in all its neon green, saliva-ridden glory. Dick whistled before pulling an exaggerated face. “That came out of you?”

Jason leveled him with an unimpressed look, “No, Dickface, I found someone else’s used tissue and decided to bring it back here to save it for an occasion like this,” he deadpanned.

The older teen threw his head back and laughed, “Glad to know you’re feeling better.”

Jason ‘hmphed’ before slumping back down into his pillows, tossing the tissue at his older brother’s face. “Still can’t focus, though,” he said as Dick tried to dodge the makeshift projectile.

Dick stared at the tissue, now on the floor, before responding. “Why don’t you pull up something to watch on your laptop?”

“Headache. The sound makes it feel like someone’s putting nails into my head.”

He winced in sympathy, pulling the rattling bottle of meds out of his pocket before tossing it next to the tray. “What about reading?”

Jason groaned, “I just told you; I can’t focus for shi-, iii, choo!”

He sneezed again into his elbow, his leg jolting a bit and spilling some of the soup onto the tray. Dick handed him another tissue and looked at him with that stupid expression on his face.

“Man, you’re having it rough right now, huh?”

“You think?” he said miserably. “I can’t watch anything, I can’t read my book, and the neighbor kid’s dad is home, so he hasn’t been responding to my texts!”

Dick frowned. He only knew of one “neighbor” around, but he was a bit young, wasn’t he? He’d press it, but Jason looked so miserable...

He’d save the interrogation for a different day.

“I think Bruce has some old case files if you want to take a look? They’re already solved so no pressure to focus and you can get some practice.”

Jason thought for a second. That... did sound more enjoyable than sitting here, bored out of his mind and miserable. He quirked his eyebrow, “Sure, but if he gets upset I’m telling him it was your idea, Dickface.”

Dick laughed lightly. “Deal. Eat your soup, I’ll go get the files.”

Jason heaved himself off the pillows, frowning. “Paper copies?”

Dick rolled his eyes and shrugged, leaning towards Jason’s nightstand. “You know how he is, has to have a million copies and back-ups of every single case and incident we’ve ever had,” He picked up each of Jason’s cups, checking the fullness of each before taking both under his arm, “I wouldn’t be surprised if he still has a copy of the incident report I made him write up when he scared the living daylights out of me on patrol and made me drop my ice cream.”

Jason made a sound close to a laugh, “You made him do what? And I thought I was bad when I first started going out as Robin!”

Dick smirked. “I had just started going out as Nightwing, actually.”

Before Jason could react, Dick was out of the door and down the hall, laughing. Jason shook his head.

Things weren’t perfect. Sometimes Bruce was too paranoid and made them do dumb tasks. Sometimes Dick was super annoying and wouldn’t listen when Jason told him to stop touching him. Sometimes Alfred, well-meaning as he was, didn’t get that something in Jason kept screaming and could only be soothed with chili dogs and churros from a questionable stand in Crime Alley. Sometimes something in Jason felt like a wound that wouldn’t heal no matter what he tried and he didn’t know how to say that out loud just yet. Even with all the books he’s read and the things he’s done, he doesn’t think he’ll ever have the words to describe the feeling that keeps him awake at night.

Yet, he loved his family all the same. He hadn’t had anyone to love since his mom passed. He knew it’d never be the same. And yet...

Dick creaked the door open with freshly refilled cups, one of some water he was certain he’d poured his favorite electrolyte mix into, the other of Alfred’s tea, along with a whole stack of papers in neatly labeled folders. He smiled at him and forced him to take medicine, kissed his temple (“To check your temperature!” “That’s fucking weird!” “Language! Let me love you!” “No!”) and ruffled his hair. He made sure the covers were tucked tight and that he had eaten at least a good chunk of his soup. He somehow replaced the almost-empty tissue box without Jason noticing before he left. He’d glued little bats to it and left a note; “Get better soon, Little Wing!! <3”

Things may have not always been stellar in that apartment in the worst part of Gotham City, but he knew deep down he’d always miss it. Always miss his mom, her humming and the way she’d smooth down his hair. Miss the way when she was coherent enough she could throw together a meal out of next to nothing that would feed them until they were satisfied. Often enough, in the beginning anyways, there were even leftovers for lunch. He’d always miss her and the time they shared.

Things would never be the same, but that was okay. He had grown to love everything about the family, his family, that had taken him in. Dick and the way he’d wake everyone up on a Saturday morning with obnoxious off-key singing. The way Bruce would check over every inch of Jason to make sure he’d bandaged every scrape and soothed every bruise. The smell of the kitchen when Alfred was cooking, and how he’d allow Jason to watch from the doorway for a few minutes before inviting him in to walk him through what he was doing and why.

He smiled to himself as he started looking over the old cases.

It was surprisingly easy to keep track of them when there was no pressure. He had the majority figured out before he had gotten to the end of the file- though, whether that was because he had done any detective work or just remembered Dick and Bruce telling him about these cases before, who's to say?

He even recognized some from his very first Robin days, before he had met Dick properly and he watched over Alfred when he was cooking to make sure he wasn’t putting anything in the food. He remembered Bruce’s training and hiding in his closet to sleep most nights.

How times change.

He finished the file in his hand, putting it neatly on top of the pile beside his bed. He opened the next one without bothering to read the title, only to do a double take.

He... he knew Bruce had looked into his parentage, and potential siblings. He had known he’d had an older brother, one that died before he was born, Dan? He thinks his name was? But according to this, he had a twin.

He glanced up at the title- Willis Todd Family and Criminal Record. His eyes went back down to trace over the paper.

This just couldn’t be right, could it? Except it was Bat-approved, so it had to be right. He had a twin in an unknown location.

His.... his mom hadn’t given birth to him.

Of course, Bruce wasn’t going to leave his kid’s name laying around in the Batcave. He’d been smart enough to mark out their first names. “D__ Todd” “J____ Todd” “D_____ Todd”.

He’d also marked their mother’s name. “S_____ H______”. He had also written down that he’d had a wife named “C_______ Todd” that passed away a few years ago.

He wasn’t mad that Bruce didn’t tell him. He’d probably thought he’d known or wouldn’t want to know that he’d been abandoned by the woman who’d given birth to him. Probably thought he wasn’t interested in meeting the woman who had decided he’d be such a waste of time, or a twin he’d never known.

In a way, that was right. He had Dick. He was already scheming on cajoling Bruce into adopting the neighbor kid (seriously, six months ago the kid’s mom passed, and his dad already moved them out of their old place and married to someone else, who does that?). He didn't need another brother who probably didn’t know of Jason’s existence.

He knew “S” wouldn’t be a replacement for his mom. No matter what happened, Catherine Todd had been the one who cared. She soothed his fevers, protected him from his dad when nights got rough, taught him how to read. She was the one who showed him the value of a good story, whether that was on the page or being quick on his feet in a pinch. His mom was the only one who had believed he’d ever get out of the life that had snuffed out her light.

But he missed her. “S” wasn’t a replacement, but she might be a good addition to the family he had around him.

Jason grabbed his phone, taking a picture of the relevant papers, careful not to mix them up. Anything that had the blacked-out name was logged to pour over later, when he felt a bit more human. He placed them all into the same folder he’d found them in and on top of the stack of cases he’d already looked over. He opened the next one.

He knew his family would help him in a heartbeat if he asked. For now, though, he’d sit on the information he had. He wanted to know how he felt about it before he went to anyone else.

He’d tell them when he was ready.

A while later, the door was gently eased open. Bruce Wayne carefully made his way in, smiling gently at the sight.

There was his youngest, blanket half on the floor, sprawled in bed the way only a kid could be comfortable. Just like Dick had said, he saw case files spread around him, miraculously not getting creased by the 15 yr old as he breathed through his mouth. There were a number of files on the floor, looking like they had once been stacked before being tipped over (probably by the blanket), now strewn across the room.

He started gathering those first, organizing them as he went. He paused as he saw which file he was picking up next. Shit.

Dammit, Dick. No, he shouldn’t blame his oldest for his mistakes. That would just prove to Dinah that she was right, and he needs therapy. He should’ve had this separate from his other case files, the way he’d done for Dick when he investigated his parent’s death. He never learns, does he?

He looked over to Jason. Okay. He... should let Jason come to him. Give him time to process, assuming he saw the file at all. There’s no need to put Jason through unnecessary stress, especially since he’s just getting settled into his expectations with Robin, and school, and getting over being sick.

He finished grabbing the rest of the case files on the floor, moving to the papers strewn around on the bed. He smiled down at Jason as he grabbed at the files.

Having them in a stack he set on the edge of the nightstand, he carefully took in Jason’s state. He was breathing better, less pale. He could tell he was still stuffy, but less so than the day before.

He brushed his sweaty hair back and pressed a kiss to his forehead before pulling the covers back up to his chin.

He made sure Jason was snug and secure before grabbing the files and going to the door, easing it open and nearly closed again.

He watched from the doorway as Jason let out a gentle sigh and shifted in his sleep. He let a fond look cross his face.

He’d do anything to protect his boys. They hadn’t had the easiest lives, and he knew he was partly to blame in that regard, but he loved them.

No more harm would come to them, he swore it. He’d lay down his life to ensure that if it came to it.

He closed the door silently and walked away.

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In a small nowhere town in Illinois called Amity Park, teen Danny Fenton crawled in through his bedroom window.

He sighed, pulling the first aid kit out of its usual place underneath some floorboards. He opened it up before pulling off his shirt to patch himself up. He drenched some gauze in disinfectant before pressing it to weeping wounds of scarlet and neon. He’s... not actually sure if he’s doing this right, but hey, everything’s healed so far, so he must be doing something right.

He pressed fresh gauze pads to the worst parts, securing it with some medical tape before wrapping the whole thing loosely with two ace bandages he’d stitched together to make it long enough.

He’s definitely sure he shouldn’t be doing that, but he usually sweats too much on gym days for the tape to stick and he didn’t want another awkward conversation.

The rest of the cuts and scrapes got band aids decorated with stars, courtesy of Sam. By the time he was done, all that was left were bruises and he looked vaguely like a mummy that had been reanimated. He flopped face-first on his bed just in time for his alarm to start shrieking at him. He sighed before getting back up, pressing it off.

He got dressed on auto pilot. Last night’s patrol resulted in too many scrapes on his arms and he already used the skateboard excuse three times in the last month or so...

Eh, it’s cold enough. He pulled on his NASA hoodie before stumbling into the bathroom to brush his teeth and use the toilet.

By the time he got downstairs, Jazz shoved a rolled-up pancake at him, “Come on! We still need to pick up Tucker and Sam, we’re going to be late, grab your bag! Hurry!” she hissed.

He blinked before doing as she said, sinking his teeth into his breakfast and grabbing the bag he left on the couch last night.

“Bye, mom and dad!” he called behind him. He didn’t hear anything back as he shut the door. Typical morning, really.

He opened the car door before he tossed his bag on the floor in front of him, plopping down in the front seat. He yawned and took another bite of delicious pancake.

Jazz watched him, clicking her seatbelt and adjusting the mirror of her dingy little car. “When did you get back last night?”

Danny blinked before reaching for his seatbelt blindly. “Um... not long before my alarm went off. Maybe half an hour?”

Jazz blinked. “You’ve only gotten half an hour of sleep?”

He snorted. “Had to do first aid. Just crawled into bed when my alarm went off.”

Jazz winced in sympathy and started the car. “What happened?”

Danny groaned. “Skulker. Teamed up with Technus. Remind me to keep those two souped forever.”

Jazz snorted as she pulled out of the driveway. “You have to release them sometime, Danny.”

Danny ‘hmphed’ playfully. “Okay, okay. A year. Minimum.”

Jazz laughed properly this time, turning onto Tucker’s street. “Danny!” she exclaimed.

She slowed down as they laughed together, pulling to a stop in front of Sam and Tucker.

“Hey, guys,” Danny greeted as Tucker threw open the back door, crawling through the seat until he was behind Jazz, Sam close behind him.

“Hey, Danny,” the other boy responded as he settled in, placing his backpack on the middle seat.

“Hey Jazz, hey Danny,” Sam said as she shoved her backpack next to Tuckers, pulling a can from the side pocket and bumping Danny’s shoulder with it.

Danny looked at it before grabbing it, “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I owe you my life, have I ever told you how much I love and admire-”

“Danny!” Sam interrupted, exasperated.

“What did you give him?” Tucker asked.

Danny twisted around as much as the seatbelt would allow, holding the can up like it was a prize he had won in a contest, “Zesti!”

“Oh ancients,” Jazz groaned, “You gave him more zesti? I just got him weaned off of that!” Despite her words, she made no move to take the can that Danny had now opened.

“I know, but,” Sam said, “I was out with him until 2 last night and I know he didn’t go home until after I went to bed.”

“How do you know this?” her tone was suspicious as she looked at the gothic teen through the rearview mirror.

Sam gave a guilty smile, “I texted him last night just before I fell asleep and he said he hadn’t gone home yet.”

Jazz shook her head as Danny took small sips, savoring the sugar-bomb, caffeine-laced heart attack inducer. She said nothing.

The teens devolved into chatter, asking about homework and grades and where to meet up for lunch. All too soon, they were parked in the student parking lot, expected to truck up to the school in time for their first classes.

They hauled up to the school, the trio of friends breaking off with Jazz as they go to their respective parts of the building.

“Dude, I’m so sorry if I got you in trouble with Jazz!” Sam exclaimed as they walked. “I forgot she thought you quit.”

“It’s fine, as long as she thinks it’s just once,” he replied. “It’s my fault for freaking her out that one time.”

“I still can’t believe you managed to overdose on caffeine,” Tucker muttered. “I mean, seriously, it’s not even a drug!”

Sam snorted, pushing him lightly, “It’s technically a drug, Tucker.”

Danny watched with an easy smile on his face as Tucker’s brain practically made windows error noises. “Does this mean you’re drugging Danny right now?”

“Shut up!” Sam hissed as they passed a teacher with a ‘What did I just overhear?’ face on.

Danny held up his energy drink can and the teacher rolled their eyes while nodding, as if that had explained everything.

“Alright, this is me. You guys gonna be okay?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, probably,” Danny said.

Sam looked at him a few more seconds before producing a second can of zesti. “Don’t chug it, please,” she said while handing it to him.

Danny’s face lit up before he kissed the can, “Thank you, I owe you forever, what do you want I’ll give you anything-”

“Go to class!” she pretended she wasn’t laughing at his dramatics.

He laughed as he stuck the can in his pants pocket, waving goodbye before following Tucker to their first period.

“Seriously though, man,” Tucker starts out, “Please don’t chug that. We don’t need a repeat of last time.”

“Okay, I admit, last time was pretty bad,” he agreed, “But, last time I hadn’t slept in like a week and had 5 of the extra strength ones. These bad boys only have 150 milligrams each, which is about two cups of coffee, and-”

“Why do you know this?”

“I did research after I passed out last time. Turns out, 1500 mils of caffeine probably would’ve killed a normal person,” he shrugged.

“Dude.”

“What? Anyways, you know it takes more caffeine to affect me anyways, so 300 milligrams isn’t actually that bad to start out with.”

Tucker shook his head. “You’re going to die, man.”

Danny grinned and opened his mouth.

“Don’t even think about it!” the other boy mock scolded.

He laughed in response.

Soon enough, they were in their respective seats in the middle of the classroom as the math teacher droned on about triangles. Danny was pretty sure he could puzzle out the math problem on the board if he needed to so he let his eyes drop a bit as he sipped on his sweet, sweet nectar.

He felt something hit the back of his head as muffled laughter grated his ears. “Dash,” he thought to himself. It was exactly his M.O.

He didn’t turn around as he felt the paper drop into his hood. He fished it out blindly and looked at it, smoothing it out.

“Daniel!” he heard the teacher call. “Since you’re so keen to pass notes in my class, why don’t you read it out loud?”

He heard the other kids “ooo,” as he stared at the note. “Are you sure, ma’am?”

She rolled her eyes, “Yes, I am, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny quirked an eyebrow. “Daniel Fenton is a faggot,” he read out, listening as the class burst into laughter, “Yeah, laugh it up, that’s so original everyone! I’ve never been called a-”

“Okay, okay!” the teacher attempted to deescalate. “Mr. Fenton, if you knew it was inappropriate, why did you read it?”

“Hang on- you told me to!” he protested. “Why am I getting in trouble? I’m the one that got hit in the head-”

“Hush!” She said, “Meet me here after school!”

“Wait- you’re not even going to ask who wrote it?”

“I don’t care,” she dismissed, “You’re the one who read it aloud.”

Danny looked at Tucker, his jaw hanging open in sheer astonishment. Tucker shrugged, wide-eyed.

“I can’t believe that worked!” he heard someone exclaim quietly behind him.

“I know! I oughtta throw stuff at Fenturd more often!” This time he could pinpoint the voice perfectly.

Dash Baxter. Just as he suspected. It was exactly like this stupid school to let him get away with everything he ever tried.

He sighed and went back to nursing his drink.

The day went on like that. Every single time Danny tried to keep his head down and pay attention to his classes or even just do his own thing, there was Dash, throwing things at him, threatening him, or doing whatever he could to make his life miserable.

It had been like this since the schedules got revised for the second semester and he got stuck sharing the exact. same. schedule. as the blond. He felt he was going nuts with the number of stupid comments and slurs the jock threw his way.

“... He just won’t leave me alone!” he recounted to Sam and Tucker from their usual spot under the bleachers at lunch time.

“Let me guess, the teachers do nothing?” Sam said with a sneer.

“Absolutely nothing! I mean, seriously, he literally threw a paper calling me a slur and now I’ve gotta go see Mrs. Kelley later!” he complained.

“What?!” Sam exclaimed.

“Yeah! She made Danny read the paper to the class because she thought he was passing notes and then got mad at him when he did,” Tucker piped up, “Straight up said that she didn’t care who wrote it, just that Danny read it.”

“That is bullshit,” she seethed. “Absolute bullshit! Why is he allowed to do whatever just because he’s on the football team?!”

Danny snorted. “Because he’s the precious star quarterback? Lancer has said that he won’t write Dash up, especially during football season, because if he gets too many he can’t play in certain games.”

Sam scoffed, slumping against the cool metal. “I hate this stupid ass place.”

“Same,” the boys said in unison.

Danny raised the second can of zesti to his lips, taking his first sip out of it.

“Is that the one I gave you earlier?” Sam asked, picking at her salad.

“Yeah, I saved it so I wouldn’t crash halfway through the day.”

“Dude, you do this too often,” Tucker muttered.

Danny snorted into the can. “Guilty,” he said, “But hey, how else am I supposed to stay awake during class?”

“What time did you get in last night anyways?”

Danny pursed his lips. “I have no idea. By the time I was done with the first aid, my alarm went off.”

“Wait, how bad did you get hurt?” Sam asked.

Danny pulled up the hoodie, showing off the patch job that had seeped through some. They both winced. He dropped the hem of the hoodie, “I also had a shit ton of scrapes on my arms this morning,” he rolled his eyes, bringing the can to his mouth once again, “I think they’re healed now, though,” he took a sip.

“Damn, dude,” Tucker said before taking a bite of his burger.

“I thought the scrape on my knee was gonna be a bitch to hide,” Sam muttered.

Danny looked at her knees. Sure enough, below the two layers of fishnets (red on bottom, black on top), there was an angry, scabbed over scrape on Sam’s knee. “Why didn’t you say anything last night?”

She shrugged. “Didn’t notice until I went home. I can’t even think of when I might’ve gotten it.”

He shook his head. “You two, I swear,” he muttered. He yawned before leaning against Tucker.

The other boy laughed before throwing his arm around his friend. Lunch continued like that, laughing and talking like they had all the time in the world.

Surprisingly, the universe was merciful for once- no ghosts to take care of in the middle of class. Sure, Dash tormented him from the sidelines, but he was fairly used to that.

When the final bell rang out, he made his way towards the geometry room, texting their group chat as he went.

Ghost Boy

Gotta stop by Mrs. Kelley’s before heading out.

Please wait for me

Psychologist in Training

What did you do this time?

The Pharaoh

Not him this time

Black Dahlia

Dash again, Danny got in trouble, as usual

Psychologist in Training

Amazing. Need me to go over?

Ghost Boy

Nah, ill be fin.

*fin

Kill me

The Pharaoh

NB?

Ghost Boy

Hell yeah

Be out soon (I hope)

Danny put his phone away as he entered the room. He dumped the rest of the zesti into his mouth before throwing the can in the recycling box.

Mrs. Kelley looked up at him before gesturing him to her desk. She slid a paper to him, “I want your mom to sign this.”

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed. “What’s this for?”

“An incident report. Do you have any idea how many times you’ve been late? How many you’ve come in falling asleep at your desk while drinking an energy drink?” she asked, glaring at him.

“No, ma’am,” he answered.

“Too many,” she snapped. “You’re a bright boy,” she started, and Danny had already wanted to leave, “But you’ve been too distracted. You could easily make straight A’s in your classes, yet you’re pushing a high C. That’s unacceptable.”

Danny frowned. “Isn’t a high C passing?”

He caught sight of a familiar figure as she answered, “Yes, but you have the potential for so much more. Have your parents look over this,” she tapped the paper in his hand, “And please think about what I’ve said.” She followed his gaze out of the classroom, smile brightening as she recognized the “star student”.

“Mr. Baxter! What do you need, sweetheart?”

Dash smiled politely, “Oh, nothing, miss! I was just making sure Fenton was okay after that note in class.”

Danny felt his eye twitch as Mrs. Kelley coo’ed over how “considerate” the blond was.

“Seriously, miss, it’s no trouble!” he heard Dash say. “In fact, why don’t I walk you to the parking lot, Fenton? Wouldn’t want whoever wrote the note to show up to bother you again!” he said, the perfect picture of concern.

He looked to the teacher, who nodded. He sighed, gritting his teeth, “Why yes, Dash! Why don’t we walk to the parking lot together!”

Dash looked at Danny, surprised. He must’ve wanted to throw a fit when Danny said no. “Wonderful! Come, Fenton.”

Feeling like a scolded dog, he reluctantly followed Dash out the door. They got to the end of the hallway before Dash grabbed the smaller boy by the shoulders and slammed him against the locker. “What was that?” he demanded.

Winded, Danny wheezed a second before answering, “What was what, you psycho?!”

“That!” Dash demanded, “’Yes, Dash, lets walk together’!” he mocked in a high-pitched tone, “You made me sound like a fa-”

“Shut up!” Danny hissed, “If anything you made it sound like you’re gay for me! I’m the one out of the two of us who’s had a girlfriend so-”

He got cut off with sharp metal digging harder into his back.

“Listen up, Fenturd, and listen well, if I ever hear you say some shit like that again, I’ll-”

Danny couldn’t help it. He cackled, unrestrained laughter echoing eerily in the hall. Dash scowled.

“What’s funny, asshole?”

Danny grinned. “Out of the two of us,” he started, managing to wiggle out of Dash’s laxed grip, “You’re the one with the power. You have everything,” he giggled.

“Shut up-”

“No, you shut up!” Danny yelled. “You’ve been fucking with me all day! All year! Fuck, all our lives!” he screamed, his voice shrill.

Dash raised his fist. He snapped.

Dash was stronger but Danny was faster, fist flying into Dash’s mouth. The hit landed, causing him to stumble back.

Danny kicked him in the knee, fists flying towards his face, “I’m so fuCKING SICK OF YOU-”

“ENOUGH!” a familiar voice rang out, grabbing Danny by his hood. Danny kicked out wildly, his foot landing on the side of Dash’s head as he desperately tried to scramble to his feet.

It was so unfair.

Five seconds. Not even five seconds to respond to Danny, resident twig, punching Dash, the star quarterback tank of a teen, yet Dash could beat Danny black and blue for fifteen minutes and nobody would bat an eye-

“I HATE YOU!” he kept screaming. “I HOPE YOU DIE! YOU MAKE MY LIFE FUCKING MISERABLE-”

Mr. Lancer dragged him into his classroom as Danny kept struggling in his grip, muttering out curses of “Oliver twist!” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream!” as he went.

He finally wrangled the distraught teenager through the door, hurriedly closing it as sobs overruled Danny’s primal need to scream obscenities.

He let his body collapse by Lancer’s desk, grabbing out his phone to press... anybody’s contact, really. He pressed buttons until something worked, the phone ringing twice before someone picked up, miraculously on speaker.

“Dan-Danny? Are you crying, what’s going on?” Jazz’s voice asked from the phone.

He opened his mouth just to cry harder.

“Ms. Fenton, is that you?” Lancer asked.

“I- yes? What’s going on, what’s wrong with Danny?”

“Is that Mr. Lancer?” he heard Tucker ask in the background.

“Yes, Mr. Foley. Danny’s in my room, if you all are still on campus, come to my room,” he glanced back at Danny, “It would seem your presence is needed.”

“We’re on our way,” Jazz responded. “What happened?”

Lancer pursed his lips. “I’m not at liberty to say, I’m afraid-”

“PIETHE OF THIT!” the door opened with a bang.

Lancer placed himself between Dash and Danny. The blond was holding his hand under his mouth, pouring blood.

“What is-”

“THAT PIETHE OF THIT KNOCKED OUT MY TOOTH!” he fumbled out, trying to get around the teacher.

“Dash-”

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU, FENTON!” he yelled out. Two teachers shot in, trying to calm him down.

“FUCK OFF, DASH, YOU FUCKING DESERVED IT!” the tears kept coming and the words were strained.

“YOU TOOK OUT MY TOOTH!” he continued to lisp.

“HOW YOU LIKE IT? HUH?! YOU PUT ME THROUGH THIS EVERY FUCKING DAY!”

“Danny!” Jazz called, echoing through the phone before she hung up. She appeared in the doorway with Sam and Tucker in tow.

Dash spun around, trying to get in Jazz’s face as one of the other teachers blocked his path. It didn’t stop him screaming out, “LOOK AT WHAT YOUR FUCKING BROTHER DID TO ME!”

Jazz gawked at him as Sam and Tucker had to fight smiles and anxious laughter. Danny shot up, unsteady on his feet but still trying, “DON’T FUCKING YELL AT HER!”

“ENOUGH, NOW!” Lancer yelled out, causing both boys to look at him immediately. “Dash,” he gritted out, “Leave. Now. Go to the nurse and try to find the tooth. You three-” he pointed to Jazz, Sam, and Tucker, who paused and had looked up from where he was currently crouched on the floor, “In here. Now, please.”

Sam looked at Tucker, helping him stand as they filed into the room, staring unabashedly at Dash. He glared at them, following the other two teachers out.

Jazz immediately went to fuss over Danny, checking him over. She grabbed his left hand, rubbing carefully at the split, bruising flesh. They were still bleeding.

“What happened?�� she asked softly.

Danny sniffled, his tears slowing. He shrugged, collapsing into her arms.

“Dude, did you seriously knock out his tooth?” Tucker asked.

Danny nodded as Lancer interrupted, “Let’s not get into semantics, Mr. Foley. I called you three in here to calm him down, not to go over the gory details,” he scolded.

“Sorry,” he replied, though he didn’t sound apologetic.

“... I’m not surprised you snapped, though,” Sam admitted.

Lancer raised an eyebrow, asking a silent question. Sam flushed a bit.

“Dash has been messing with Danny all year, especially after the schedule changes,” she admitted. “We had to change our lunch spot so we could avoid him easier.”

Lancer hummed in recognition. “I guess I’d better call your parents,” he indicated the Fenton siblings, “If they even answer,” he muttered under his breath as he went for his phone.

With Lancer distracted, Tucker pressed something into Sam’s hand. She looked down at it before her eyes widened, looking back at him. He nodded. She opened the front pocket of her backpack, pulling out an old mint container and dropping something into it.

The rest of the day was a blur. His parents arriving, his mom throwing a fit that his hand hadn’t been looked at yet, the principal's office. Dash’s parents arriving and threatening to sue before rushing him to urgent care. Dash’s dad calling back, screaming about how Dash is probably going to be pulled out of football the rest of the season.

The car ride home was awkward. There was no Nasty Burger, just his dad’s livid face in the mirror as he drove them home. The lecture he got from his parents after was probably well-intentioned, but he had no interest in following it as his brain shut down.

He barely made it to his bed before he collapsed, crying some more before he fell into a fitful sleep. It was just beginning to get dark when a cold mist pulled from his lungs and out of his mouth, waking him before he had the chance to really sleep.

He sighed, transforming into Phantom.

It didn’t matter if he felt like hot garbage, or had a breakdown, or anything close to that. Amity Park needed Phantom.

He flew off into the night, shutting down his emotions as he went. He could deal with those another day.

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I'm excited to share this with everyone :) I've had a lot of fun drafting and writing and I can't wait to see what people think

#dp x dc #ailesswhumptober2023 #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc robin #robin #batman #ai-less whumptober day one #Kite Flies Over The Nightingale Nest

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lady-severus-snape · 8 months ago

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Random heqdcanon #394

18+ MDNI

The new school year begins with a new DADA as yhe curse has struck again. Albus being purposely obtuse about it, not even Minerva can get him to spill. It's the welcoming feast and as the students are eating albus talks about the new instructor.

🌠 the hall doors open with a bang, new staff member swaggers in. Bright blue, long, curly hair, pierced face (snake bites, septum, nose, eyebrow), muggle tattoos up her arms, distressed skinny jeans, combat boots, band tank top, cigarette in her mouth, black lipstick, curvy out the wazoo, sun kissed skin, brown eyes.

🌠"ah, everyone meet Nolie Ortiz. She is our new defense against the dark arts professor. Please, treat her with respect and do our school proud in welcoming her." The students clap and whistle.

🌠Nolie sits next to Severus, much to his chagrin. He sneers at her to keep her from engaging with him. No wonder the headmaster refused to speak on the instructor.

🌠the students looked forward to her class and the male students try to shoot their shot. Nolie says thank you but she is not into kids half her age. This causes the rumor mill to go wild. She was nearing her 40s! She looked hot, and young, a milf!!

🌠Severus getting flustered and annoyed because Nolie kept going out her way to shamelessly flirt with him, even in front of the students. Didn't matter how much he snarked, insulted, rude he was. Albus refuses to anything about while Minerva laughed at his expense.

🌠 "good morning, handsome! I see you are alive this glorious Friday" intoned Nolie. "Ortiz, kindly call me by my name. We are professionals here!" Severus seethes. "Sure thing baby." Nolie replies stealing his favorite mug of coffee before he can stop her. "Albus! Do something!!" He rants in his office later.

🌠Nolie's classes are vastly different than all DADA combined. She introduced muggle techniques and fitness into the wizarding ones. When the dueling club was introduced again she offered Severus to help demonstrate along with one other person. He jumps at the chance to hex her a little. Boy did he eat his words.

🌠she effectively and easily had him tied and gagged, slugged over her shoulders before he had finished casting experlliarmus. God damn if he wasn't turnt the fuck on. After she cast a barrier surround the platform and releasing him, Nolie demonstrated exactly what new school was. She and her opponent danced across the platform, spells flew, wands knocked out of hands, hand to hand combat. It was glorious and seductive the way the two fought with and without magic.

🌠You could hear Nolie drilling the 5th years through the halls. It was conditioning week. "Pick up the pace Malfoy, yo daddy ain't gonna run them laps for you!!! Granger worry less about fixing others and focus on your form! Weasley with Nott! Potter, I done told you to straighten yo back!" "Aye! I said no curses Flint, don't make me tell you again. Yo house daddy ain't gonna save you"

🌠the scoring according to the board was marvelous. Scores like that hadn't been seen in centuries.

🌠severus coming to respect her and her methods. Whatever she was doing to the students instilled discipline and determination. Longbottom even stopped exploding couldrons!!!

🌠Severus begrudgingly looking forward to their daily banter and Friday sound offs. He now let Nolie get the first sip of coffee from his mug. Comparing notes on their knowledge of dark arts. Nolie letting it slip that sunflower seeds made skelegrow more palatable and shortened the brew time so long as the shelf live was less than 2 weeks.

🌠severus watching Nolie work out every morning picking up some habits himself. His tall lanky form finally filling out the way it should have. Whatever muggle invented leggings should be given a merlin first class.

🌠 severus and Nolie finally fuck after a drunken night. He made the most sexy needy noises while she rode him. While she was a hellion screaming his name when he wanted to dominate her. Severus could not move an inch, it was shocking the number of rounds he went. He lost track after 5. He shivered at the memory of Nolie nibbling, licking, tracing his dark mark.

🌠Nolie not judging him or shaming, nor running away. It made the sex hotter, better, consuming.

🌠Nolie finding him one day laid out on hogwarts grounds because the dark lord was a piece of shit, helping him through the after math.

#angysoftboi #pro severus #severus snape #batboi #severus snape headcanons

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knockoff-conlon · 1 year ago

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modern dorlene hcs!!

Marlene:

loud. always. she said it kept her brain at bay. she liked to yell and shout and draw attention to herself.

blonde hair that gets fucking everywhere. everywhere at all times. catches on things, too, like dorcas' rings.

really bright brown eyes.

fastest runner in her elementary school and high school. VERY fast.

tall. 6'2

smart but she doesn't apply herself as a way of rebellion against her family.

neglectful, abusive family that she runs away from when she's fifteen.

her phone background is actually a picture of her and remus, not her and dorcas

closest with remus out of anyone. lived with him when she ran away. they were extremely codependent and didn't have an boundaries. james and dorcas accepted that they were a package deal

90s grungey style. a lot of flannel, ripped clothing, leather, patches.

violent. it was an unfortunate habit from her family. she would get very angry very fast and it transferred to violence, though she tried to never hit her friends and she NEVER hit dorcas.

had a running bet with remus over who would get their braces off first when they were thirteen. (she lost but says she won)

lots of tattoos. one of those people who didn't really have meaning for said tattoos. she just likes the look.

tons of piercings- about eight or nine in each ear, eyebrow, tongue, septum, nose.

musical lover. hope lupin introduced her to all her favorite musicals.

has dorcas saved in her phone as 'side-ho #1'. dorcas knows and loves it.

swears a lot. the marauders, valkyries + dorcas made a swear jar to stop her swearing so much.

jewish convert, conservative jew.

got with dorcas when she was eighteen. once they did get together, they were very close and very in love.

touchy with remus and dorcas. not with anyone else.

designer fr tho. she makes her own clothes and makes her friends' clothes, too.

smokes + she has a lighter with a dumb design on it from remus.

steals remus' clothes 24/7.

looms over people menacingly.

very severe adhd. has a habit of being distracting as shit, forgetting to eat, a hatred for certain sounds and feelings, and hates overhead lighting.

candles. all the candles.

knows how to shoot a gun and often does go to a shooting range.

part spanish and french, speaks both languages.

dyslexic.

will eat anything someone puts in front of her. from nachos to fajitas to escargot- she'll eat it all.

really strong. can lift about 450

trust issues.

hockey player.

multiple concussions.

partially deaf due to repeated head trauma from said concussions and abuse from her parents.

Dorcas

she's tiny, literally 5'0 on the dot and so she makes evan and marlene get her things on tall shelves.

gets really anxious sometimes and bites her nails because of it. pandora does complicated nail art on her nails so she feels bad biting them.

flexible as shit.

very feminine, which makes people assume she's straight.

makes her own jewelry and creates a small business of it at her high school. she makes a small fortune off her earrings.

big on romance movies, cries at them. loves horror movies, too, doesn't flinch.

resting bitch face, 100%

lives in a trailer with her dad. mom ran away when she was, like, two months old.

can play bass.

eyes so dark they're almost black.

has a tattoo on her wrist for her dad. it says 'i love you' but in his handwriting.

marlene left her hockey jersey at dorcas' place one day and now dorcas wears it to sleep.

loves to take pictures, has a lot of really embarrassing, weird photos of her friends, family, and marlene.

really good at baking, can back anything. god awful at cooking.

plant mom

fairy lights everywhere in her room.

at one point sold weed to help with the money at her place. now she does it for some extra money.

HUGE activist. got into a lot of trouble at school for it but then barty would be louder and more violent about her getting in trouble and cause a riot.

cold, all the time, no matter what.

big reader, bonded with regulus, lily, and remus over it.

atheist number one but will go to shul with marlene if she asks, specifically the high holidays.

farmer's markets, vintage festivals, and art stores are where she spends all of her money.

loves to paint but there's not enough room in her trailer so she paints outside while her dad reads beside her.

pineapple pizza is one of her favorite foods.

barty, evan, and dorcas hang out together and dye their hair with each other. regulus and pandora do not participate and hang out together elsewhere.

is super, super close with her dad and she tells him everything.

steals barty's clothing because she likes his style and men's clothing is more comfortable.

draws on her converse and marlene's leather jacket.

worships minerva mcgonagall. the art teacher.

scared of flying.

gave herself a lot of her own piercings.

Dorlene:

they have 'design dates' where marlene sits and makes clothes, and dorcas works on her jewelry/works on new art.

nauseatingly affectionate sometimes.

that one picture with the girl straddling the other one and doing her makeup. that's them.

flat is always super loud- marlene playing music and them dancing, working on their university assignments and their work.

marlene spends a lot of nights at dorcas' trailer and becomes best friends with her dad because of it.

marlene does bring donuts or coffee for them all the time.

shit talk people but in sign language.

dorcas comforts marlene during nightmares and marlene comforts dorcas during anxiety attacks.

never explained they were dating to their friends, one day just kissed goodbye and everyone just went with it.

marlene picks her up and carries her places (the doctor, cause dorcas is scared of the doctor and refuses to go)

dorcas bakes marlene cookies and muffins when she's sick.

dorcas cheers marlene on at all her hockey games, even though she finds hockey dumb.

dorcas takes marlene to vintage stores and markets and marlene always ends up carrying whatever dorcas buys.

marlene takes dorcas to shul with her on the high holidays and makes snide commentary about the people at her shul. dorcas tries learning hebrew to at least be able to follow along. doesn't work super well but marlene appreciates it anyway.

take turns deciding what movie go watch together. marlene likes action/adventure and dorcas loves a dorky romance movie.

marlene takes dorcas to italy to visit marlene's older brother. make solid plans to move there one day/honeymoon there.

road trip together with them and their friends.

can definitely do the dirty dancing lift.

had picnics on the balcony at their flat all the time. marlene used her candles to make it more atmospheric and dorcas' plants also helped.

kinda broke until marlene's fashion and designs hit it big.

femme x butch, fr tho.

dorcas used petnames all the time. marlene always got flustered and dropped what she was holding.

marlene learned how to style dorcas' hair, how to do braids and stuff like that so she could do dorcas' hair.

very in love, cutest couple ever, and kind of losers with each other.

#hp marauders #hp fandom #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #marlene mckinnon headcanons #dorcas x marlene #marlene x dorcas #lesbian marlene #lesbian dorcas #they're so amazing #starmeadow

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oooooooooooooooooh my god those tattoos are so cool ksdfhkshdfkjhdf foaming at the mouth you're too cool what WHAT HNNNNN i wanna seeee (╥﹏╥) (don't actually post them if you're not comfortable tho duh) ALSO COOL PIERCINGSSSS i also want snake bitesssssssssss are they good? do they mess with your teeth too much? rn i only have my eyebrows pierced but i love them so muuuuuuuuuuuch <3

i want tattooos too they're jut not in my budget rn .｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡. i should make some kind of organized space of ideas even if i'm just the least organized bitch ever

for me ideal dates is a bit of a weird idea concept bcs all my relationships have been online so idk how to handle irl stuff (╥﹏╥) but maybe for a high energy day it'd be going to some kind of amusement park, and for low energy watching a movie or like you said, chilling and getting some drinks or smth, maybe share music playlists and stuff <3!!!!!!!!!

aghhhhh the teasing nooooooooo i'll explode />-<\ shhhhh i haven't even told close ppl that i had this weakness shhhhh /lh

My wrists are covered in scars so I'm a bit self conscious to show those, but I can show you my Halloween tattoo!!

It needs a touch up because some of the ink didn't survive the scabbing phase, but otherwise I love it~ Here's a partial selfie with my cat, that shows my septum and nose ring. I'm participating in no shave November bullshit with my friends and it's soooo weird

I LOVE my snakebites, but unfortunately they did chip a tooth while I was eating. However! I think it makes me cuter, actually, and it doesn't hurt or anything so it was a win win. I would say to be careful while eating, if you get them. They're definitely worth it.

I'm ironically not organized to normal people, but I do have this chaotic organization thing going on, where I'm a maximalist there's usually not a place unturned. No one can find anything in the house but me. Oops.

I'd love to go to an amusement park!! I am scared of heights but I love the adrenaline rush it gives me. I'd love to go on the ferris wheel and enjoy the weather and company~~

You have no idea how hard I wanna flirt with you anon ahhhhh

#green anon #hehe youve unlocked some photos out of me #;;////////;;

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skylarstark4826 · 10 months ago

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Shuri’s entire body was screaming with pain. Even though she had shouldered through pulling herself from the spear, she was still dizzy from all of the hits she’d taken and how hard she cracked into the ground. But then again, that was likely a bit lighter than what she had done to the man at her feet. The man who was looking up at her as if he’d never seen her before, or saw her in a new light. Either that or he was truly dying from the lack of water like a beached fish, and it was up to Shuri to drag him into it. He seemed to be in no position to do so, not with his scorched back, and certainly not with whatever was going through his mind at that moment.

Leaning down, she hesitated to touch him. Touching him outside of causing harm seemed so. . .foreign. And yet she had to grasp him to pull him to the shoreline.

Crouching beside him, she set a knee into the sand and looked over his body for a moment, judging the best place to grab him. A strong hand rests against her thigh, causing her to look down sharply at it before narrowing her eyes at the man it belonged to. “Namor. Just because I have spared your life doesn’t mean you can go and touch me wherever you’d like.” She huffed, grabbing his wrist delicately and lifting it to loop around her shoulders instead. He gave a wheezing laugh at her words, lifting his other arm as she guided it around her shoulders as well. Slowly her arms wrapped around his torso, careful of the burns on his back even though he hissed anyway.

Slowly pushing off to stand, she groaned a bit with how it seemed that he wasn’t willing to help her out. But she hears the sand scuff below and he manages to brace himself on his feet, still leaning heavily into her. His dark hair caked with sand sticking to sea salt soaked locks brushed against her cheek, tickling her face. It drew a little noise from her throat as she dipped her hands to grasp his hips, adjusting him again before wrapping her arms around him again. It almost felt like an embrace with the way his arms seemed set on remaining around her shoulders, with how his chest pressed to hers and she can feel how warm he is. The combination of the heat chamber, the desert, the explosion, the exertion. . .he was like a space heater. Part of Shuri wanted to shut her eyes and just lean into it, let the heat melt the ache in her body away.

But he needed water, and this was the least she could do.

“Can you walk at all?” She asked, met with only a grunt. “That didn’t answer my--nevermind. I can carry you.” She bit her lower lip as she adjusted a third time, this time leaning and sweeping the man’s legs from the ground at the knee. A much louder noise left him at that, obviously not used to being carried as he held just a bit tighter to her. His face remained away from her own, as if he were hiding, but Shuri couldn’t focus on that. Instead she gathered herself to keep balance, starting to carry the man towards the water lapping at the sands in front of them. It shouldn’t feel like miles away, but her body is exhausted and he was heavy. “What have you been eating? My gods.”

“You’ve had food from us.” His voice is raspy, and Shuri had to quickly look at him to make sure he wasn’t dying so soon. “I eat what my people eat.” He’s speaking, but she’s transfixed on his face so close to her own. His lashes were longer than she thought a man’s could be, his septum piercing decorated with slight designs she never noticed from afar, and even though his lips were chapped from the sand, she had a feeling they were soft otherwise. His eyes were dark when they lifted to fix onto hers; despite his weakened state, there was still something formidable behind those eyes. Serious, maybe, but she wasn’t afraid of him and nor he, her. A mutual understanding, maybe, an understanding born from trying to kill each other.

His fingers curl into the nape of her neck and he gives another soft wheeze, prompting Shuri to try and move just a bit faster for him. “I was expecting you to kill me.” His voice is soft, she’s lucky to hear by virtue of being close to him.

“I almost did. I wanted to.” She admitted quietly, watching his lashes flutter shut for a moment. “Namor. Keep your eyes open.” They reopen, fixating on her face again. “Good boy.” That earns another wheeze from him, a cross between shock and amusement as she smiles in turn. Looking back to the shore that was thankfully much closer than it was before, she did her best to do as fast of a stumble jog as she could manage, though it caused white hot pain to shoot up her spine, almost making her drop him. Forced to reduce back to the careful steps from before, she feels him fix himself slightly in her arms as the crash of the waves get louder.

“Set me down.” His voice isn’t firm, but Shuri sets him on his feet anyway, looping his arm around her shoulders and wrapping her own around his waist. He can barely walk, his other hand moving instead to rest over her stomach as if that was helping anything.

“What are you doing?” She asked, and he mumbled something unintelligible in turn. “Hey. We’re almost there, look--” Grasping him a bit tighter and holding him upright, she pushed him where the sand began to harden from moisture, though he was pulling her along with him. The waves graze his skin and he gasps like it’s the first breath he’s taken in a while; it’s her turn to be hauled along into the crashing waves. He lets her go once they’re ankle deep, diving in ahead of her and disappearing within the waves.

Left alone, she can feel the weight and pain of everything start to settle in. Now that she didn’t have Namor to worry over, her body gave its own indications of pain that sent her lowering to her knees, watching the water lap at her bodysuit. It’s a tether to keep her from drowning in her pain, hand settling where she had been impaled. Honestly, the herb had caused the wound to close, but it still ached heavily. And it didn’t prevent her from being nearly exhausted from pain, especially from practically fighting for her life.

The water’s laps are disrupted as hands curl under her arms, and Shuri looks up to watch Namor lift her like she were a doll, carrying her a few steps more into the sea before settling down, sitting her next to him the way they had sat beside each other what felt like forever ago. Down in Talokan, away from the world, before everything happened. Everything that likely could have been prevented. Her breathing is labored even though her healing was working through her, but regenerative healing couldn’t quite heal her heart. The guilt, the emptiness that anger left when it dropped with the spear.

“Namor, I didn’t know Nakia was coming to get me. I didn’t know mother had sent her, and I didn’t know -- I didn’t know.” Admissions roll from her lips before she can stop it. “I wanted to save that woman, even if it had been lethal I wanted to save her so badly. Even if she had put a knife - it was - none of it should have happened the way it did.” A large hand rests on her cheek, thumb smearing over her upper lip and stealing the blood that had started to dry on her skin.

“Shh.” He hushed her gently, voice nearly lost in the waves around them. “I know. It shouldn’t have happened this way.” Shuri had been correct, saying vengeance consumed them both. And it was killing their people.

His hand doesn’t move from her cheek, and she finds herself leaning into it, eyes sliding closed. Her fingers lift from the water to curl around the beads, calling for air support to pick them up. But it would take a few moments, and she found herself wishing to stay in this moment for a little longer. Their own little world, the one that had been taken the first time by him being called away. Something about Namor’s presence, now that she was exhausted from anger’s departure, was a comfort. Even if he had been the cause of most of it.

Namor’s other hand comes up to join the first in cupping her face, his forehead pressing against her own. He says nothing, he doesn’t need to. They both hurt each other in ways that would likely leave scars, which meant they were the perfect people to comfort each other into healing the open wounds to allow them to close.

Shuri’s hands move to rest against the nape of his neck, breathing in the scent of the sea and the sand, nothing but salt around them. Opening her eyes slightly, she can see his lips look just as soft as she’d figure they’d be once he met the water. His chin lifts slightly and Shuri breathes a sigh before she leans in, confirming her suspicions that his lips would be soft. Water stained her mouth, facial hair rubbed against her smooth skin, the tip of her nose briefly bumping his piercing before he tipped his head to the side slightly, letting her nose brush against his skin instead. This lapse of judgment could later be blamed on the delirium brought by exhaustion, but kissing him was like shotgunning an energy drink. Her fingers curl into his wet hair and she didn’t care a single bit about it soaking through to her. In fact, she allowed the suit to melt from her hands so she could touch him fully. Hands pushing through dripping locks, nails lightly digging into his scalp before she was pulling him closer.

Namor was just as affected by the share agreement of delirium brought by exhaustion. Hands grasp her firmly, pulling her into his lap and hungrily tasting her mouth. She refused to part her lips for his tongue, though he laid a petulant kitten lick to her closed lips, making her sigh and bite his lower lip in turn. A puppy nip, enough to briefly break skin but was covered by her lips once more, smearing his blood over both of their mouths. He liked that. He liked that a lot. More than a few other things could ever wish to do. Her bodysuit pressed designs against his bare chest, body soft under it despite the fact, fitting perfectly in his large hands. He skimmed one down to the small of her back, not brave enough to grope any lower but definitely letting his pinkie brush for the promise of it, causing a shiver to go up her spine before she settled against him again. A perfect mesh between two people more alike than they’d like to admit.

Parting from each other with a gasp, Shuri refused to open her eyes and thus wasn’t privy to the way that Namor gazed at her like she was his own personal goddess. A woman who stamped him down, and then carried him to water after forcing him to submit. And no one ever achieved getting Namor to submit. Something about Shuri made all of it change; her determination, perhaps, or the knowledge that she too was struggling to keep herself afloat among clashing interests. Maybe the only good thing to come from the surface world forcing him to turn to Wakanda was that he got to meet the princess who lost everything.

Drawing her in again, he pressed a much lighter kiss to her mouth to which she reciprocated, hands in his hair once more. This one was slower, though also briefer when interrupted by the noise of something above them. He could feel the gusts of inorganic wind disrupting the water around them, and he looked up to see a Wakandan ship lowering itself towards them. Looking back to Shuri, her eyes were open and directed away from him, almost embarrassed.

Because, admittedly, she was. “Come on.” Refusing to let it stick, her gaze dragged back to his gorgeous face and he offered her a little smile, gently shifting her from his lap. Together they stepped towards the ship, and his large hands rested upon her hips to give unneeded help up, which she took anyway. If only because the soft pressure of his hold was more pleasant than it had any right to be. Honestly, he was more pleasant to be around than he had any right to be after everything that had happened. But foolishly, her heart was still drawn towards him, to his company.

He stepped up to the other side and their hands connected where they held onto the ship for balance. His fingers part to allow hers to intertwine, holding fast as they left the sea for the air, leaving their own little world for their people.

But at least there was an unspoken promise from their mutual delirium: they would be doing so again. Under a different excuse, under different circumstances. But they would meet again.

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