#why am I still yapping it just turned 12 am I need to sleep

[churchydragon]

man now I wanna draw the Fuwa Ultra parallels of Taro and Tregear but I should really do Dart's siblings and the Seven look-a-like first.

[37-shadows-in-a-trenchcoat]

Hello, you FREAKS. Its me, the ORIGINAL Shadow, here to. Yap about shit. I guess.

This blog is created by me, however apparently every single other version of me in the multiverse has to use this aswell. I genuinely don't know why. Best guess i have, is that the universe hates me. All versions of me. Or whatever.

This blog is mostly because I'm bored as shit, and also I need to put my insanity SOMEWHERE. So, im subjecting YOU GUYS to it. Also, feel free to ask questions n stuff. Actually, most of this will be me answering questions. Probably. I dunno.

I'd list my name, sexuality, pronouns, species, current home, stuff like that, but it varies a LOT, so...I guess I can just drop mine, and leave the option for any other versions of me to add their bullshit?

Shadow Prime, obviously, but I'll sign off my bullshit with like. OG!Shadow. AroAce, She/her or They/them, Living Shadow. I'm the original, and obviously the best. Uhhh what else. Oh yeah. I'm like. 45. Old as shit for you humans, pretty damn young for my species. So fuck off. My home is TECHNICALLY the Shadow Realm, however I visit Earth a bunch. Basically 50/50. [-OG!Shadow]

Sleep Paralysis Demon Shadow. SPD!Shadow. Aroace. They/Them, It/Its. Sleep Paralysis Demon. I don't remember. How old I. Am. Over 100. At least. I don't. Have a home. I go wherever. The sleep paralysis takes me. [-SPD!Shadow]

Hiya! NatGeo Shadow here! I guess the short of that would be NG!Shadow? I dunno. I've never really thought that hard about sexuality and all that jazz! I suppose AroAce sounds about right! Any and all pronouns are fine! I'm actually not sure what I am! Closest thing to describe me would be Living Shadow, but I'm far beyond the concept of species! I have no age, either! Been around a VERY long time though! I'm what humans call a Nomad! Don't got a home! I go where I'm needed! [-NG!Shadow]

Okay seriously whats up with NG!Shadow. Like. What the fuck. [-DT!Shadow]

You learn not to question it. [-OG!Shadow]

>:3 [-NG!Shadow]

Greetings. Shadow Goddess Shadow, SG!Shadow for short. AroAce, They/She. Living Shadow turned Goddess. 348. I live in the Land of the Gods. [-SG!Shadow]

:0 THERES A VERSION OF US THATS A GOD??? ADDRESS. IMMEDIATELY. I NEED TO ADD YOU TO THE SHADOWPEDIA. [-NG!Shadow]

Why do they sound so. Shudders. Responsible. Wait, Shadowpedia?? What the fuck is that??? [-OG!Shadow]

Jesus fuck dont you dare insult me like that. For your information, Ponfri was threatening to just not let me have a tumblr unless I acted professional. Oh noooo, cats out of the bag,,, whatever will I doooo... [-SG!Shadow]

Thought so. [-SPD!Shadow]

QJSHSJ HI. Okay uhhhh Dimension Traveler Shadow, DT!Shadow for short. AroAce(wow, a LOT of me's are AroAce), She/they, Living Shadow. I'm....Oh Goddesses, I lost track. Uhhh. 47...? 48? Somewhere in that age range. My home is technically the Shadow Realm mixed with earth, 50/50, same as OG!Shadow, though i haven't actually been there in years. Been bouncing around universes quite a lot. [-DT!Shadow]

Why, hello. Hm...I suppose I'm the only one still going by our actual name. Queen Shadow will suffice, I suppose. Q!Shadow for short. AroAce, She/her. I am a Living Shadow of course. 45 years old, and my home is the Shadow Realm. I have no idea why so many other versions of myself have enjoyed earth to the point of living there, but oh well. Goodbye lovelies! [-Q!Shadow]

Sniff. Sup freaks, I'm Villain Shadow, V!Shadow for short. Aroace, all pronouns, and. Unfortunately Living Shadow :3. Uhhhhhh probably around 130? I stopped keeping track after i started committing lots and lots of forever sleeps :33333. I MOSTLY live on earth, but i DO visit the Shadow Realm a bunch. Just to confirm I didn't miss any stragglers. Yknow? Teehee :3333 [-V!Shadow]

Hello!!! I'm Kid Shadow, K!Shadow for short! Or at least thats what NG!Shadow calls me! I don't know what an aroace is but if everyone else here is that then sure! Uhhh! She/her? I guess? I'm a Living Shadow, and I'm 12! Auntie says that I'll be big and strong and dangerous once I'm 31 though! I don't know what an earth is, but I live in the Shadow Realm!!! [-K!Shadow]

Hi!!!!! OOC Shadow here! My main blog is @shadow-the-artist-idiot if you weren't aware!

This blog is mostly exists because I thought itd be silly, so if people also happen to enjoy it, then thats just a plus!

Full disclosure, i have a LOT of Shadow AUs, so this post is prone to change as I add more. I'm not gonna post art or reblog stuff probably, unless its related to these characters, so most of the content here will just be in character shenanigans.

I'm gonna use "#Character Yapping" for general in character posts, and "#OOC!Shadow" for ooc posts! I also put the shortened versions of the AU names in the tags, so if you want to see content from one of them specifically you can. I also do incharacter yapping in the tags, so if you want to, make sure to check out the tags! this one will be the exception, but most other posts will have it.

I hope you enjoy! Feel free to ask questions and stuff!!!

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Like We Used To: 24

A/N: You’ll want to read this one!!! Let me know what you think!

WARNING: SMUT!!! (****** will be at end and beginning so you can skip if you want)

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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:

The ride to Elizabeth’s parent’s house was fairly awkward for her, although Harry didn’t seem to notice much as he yapped away in the car about how happy he was that her and Anne still got along as well as they used to. He didn’t notice Elizabeth distracted in the passenger seat. Anne’s words of warning kept replaying in her mind. All of his previous relationships ended because of how busy he gets. Elizabeth knew that Anne was just trying to protect Elizabeth from getting hurt, but the fact that this was something Elizabeth was concerned about from the beginning made it slightly more concerning coming from Harry’s mom. All of it was new to her, so she figured that Harry’s world would be even more difficult compared to his model exes who have a better understanding of a busier lifestyle than her. This just meant that Elizabeth had to learn to be more patient, like Anne said.

They were minutes from Elizabeth’s childhood home when Harry pulled into a grocery store parking lot. He asked her to wait in the car for a minute while he ran in to grab something. Elizabeth watched, confused, as he jogged into the store. What could he possibly need? They already ate dinner and it was already 8 PM. When she saw Harry running back out a short time later, she shook her head.

“Suck up,” she teased as he got in, placing a bottle of wine, a bouquet of flowers, and a pack of oreos at her feet. 

He laughed, “Well you hated me after I left, so I can only imagine how your parents feel about me. I need to make sure I make a good impression this time around.”

She rolled her eyes, “My mom has always loved you. My dad...well, he’s just a sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but he kinda scares me a bit,” he admitted.

“He’s just protective. He means well.”

Harry commented on how crazy it was that he remembered the way to her house so easily, even after all of this time, and how everything seemed to be smaller than he remembered. He pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath, staring at the door. He did his best to hide it, but it was heartwarming to see how nervous he was. Elizabeth smiled at him until he was finally ready to get out. 

She led the way to the front door, pulling it open and stepping right in without knocking, as her parents were expecting them, and called out their names. Their cat, Binx, scurried across the landing, startled from their entrance as Elizabeth’s parents came running up.

“Oh, my baby!” Elizabeth’s mom, Kim, exclaimed, though her dad was the first to reach her. He pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight and swaying her from side to side for a moment. Kim smacked her husband's back, “Alright, John, give me a turn!” John finally let go of his daughter and smiled lovingly at Elizabeth as Kim gave her an embrace. 

As soon as Kim pulled away, Elizabeth stepped towards Harry and said, “Remember this guy?”

“Of course we do!” Kim gushed, going in for a hug.

John held his hand out for a handshake and said, “How’s it going, rockstar?” grasping firmly.

Harry chuckled, “Great, thank you. I brought these for you both,” he extended the flowers and wine towards Kim.

“Oh my goodness, thank you!” Kim cried, “Why don’t you three head to the living room while I put these flowers in a vase and crack open this nice bottle of wine. Make yourselves comfortable.”

As Kim scurried towards the kitchen, John wrapped an arm around his daughters shoulders, pulling her in close to him and leading them towards the living room, Harry following behind. Harry looked around at the decor, and aside from updated photos that hung on the walls, everything was pretty much the same as it looked before he left.

The three of them took a seat on the couch while Elizabeth leaned in to her father’s side. Growing up, she was always extremely close to her family, especially her dad. She was definitely a daddy’s girl, and John reveled in it. He was wrapped around her finger from the minute she was born. Harry always commented on how nice it was that they were so close. It didn’t take long for Kim to come bouncing back in the room, carrying a small black storage box, and a few empty glasses with the wine bottle, beaming at them.

“What’s that?” Elizabeth sat up straight as her mom took a seat in a chair opposite the coffee table, placing the box down. 

Kim opened the lid and started pulling out discs, “When you told me that you were bringing Harry out, I had dad search for this in the attic. It’s old home videos of when you two were little kids. I figured you might want to see them.”

“I forgot we used to do that!” Elizabeth smiled over at Harry who sat up, excited.

While Kim put the disc in the dvd player, Harry poured everyone a glass of wine. Elizabeth smiled when she saw her 14 year old face pop up on the tv, blushing as all of her friends sang Happy Birthday to her. Matt and Harry could be seen blowing party horns in between lyrics. The next video captured was of her dad behind the camera, videoing through a window to see Harry, Elizabeth, Kate, Lewis, and Jimmy laying in the grass and talking in their bathing suits after having played with water balloons . It looked like Kate and Elizabeth were trying to sunbathe while Jimmy plucked at the grass. Harry was trying to be funny by putting grass on Elizabeth’s back. 

John’s commentary made Elizabeth laugh as he was heard saying things like, “This boy better watch himself,” and “That’s my girl! Get him!” when Elizabeth kicked Harry over, laughing when she realized what he was doing.

Another video was before a school dance. Elizabeth was in a hideous purple dress, hair in half-up curls, pinning a boutonniere on her then-boyfriend, Hendrick. Harry could be seen in the background standing with his girlfriend, Lily, amongst the rest of their friends but he was looking over at Elizabeth with a soft smile on his face. All of their parents were there shouting out different things to their kids and it was total chaos. 

As the four continued to watch, Elizabeth slowly started sinking into Harry’s shoulder, smiling and laughing with each video that was shown. She was grateful for her parents having caught so many memories of her growing up with her friends. Once it started getting into the timeframe where Harry had left, Kim had decided they had watched enough.

John set his empty wine glass on the coffee table and turned to face the young couple, “Guess I should have seen this coming,” he gestured towards the two of them, “Harry was staring at you in nearly all of those old videos. Here, I thought it was just some dumb puppy love you had for Lizzy back then.”

Harry as he laughed and looked between Elizabeth and John. “That’s what I thought, too.”

Elizabeth looked at the clock that read 10:12 PM and sat up, announcing, “Right, well I guess we should head out. It’s a long drive back.”

“Oh, well why don’t you two just stay for the night, then,” Kim suggested, “Your room is still there for you, and you have that pull out mattress for Harry.”

Elizabeth glanced up at Harry to read his face and when he shrugged at her, she nodded, “Alright, sure. I guess, we’ll just head up and get ready for bed? I’m pretty tired.”

The four stood up and Elizabeth kissed her parents goodnight. Harry gave them both a hug and as they ascended the stairs John called after them, “And no funny business, Harry!”

The two of them laughed as Elizabeth pushed her bedroom door open. Harry’s mouth fell, looking around the room. It looked almost exactly the same as he remembered it. Her room was still a pale pink color. Her desk and bookshelves cluttered with old school books and random knick knacks, and behind her daybed was fairylights that draped in a zig-zag motion, pictures clipped along the strands.

“Wow, this brings me back,” he gaped, leaning over her bed to get a better look at the pictures. He saw a ton of familiar pictures of a young Elizabeth with Kate and Celeste, he only saw one picture of him in it with their whole friend group, but where he remembered there being pictures of the two of them together, they were replaced with pictures of her college friends, and even a couple of pictures with her and Kyle, kissing.

Harry groaned, pulling one of the pictures off of the clip and waving it in the air, “Won’t be needing this anymore, will we?”

Elizabeth took it to see what he was talking about and chuckled, blowing air out of his nose, “I guess I should put it in my box.”

“Your box?” Harry questioned, eyebrow raising.

“Yeah!” Elizabeth exclaimed, pulling open her closet door, “My ‘Forget Me’ box. I think you might be in there, actually.”

Harry watched as she pulled a shoe box down from the shelf in her closet and plopped it on her bed. He sat down beside her when she lifted the lid, exposing a stack of pictures, some tacky jewelry, and two small books. He flinched when he saw the corner of one of the pictures and grabbed it to see himself and Elizabeth. In the picture she was smiling as Harry kissed her cheek aggressively, making her cheeks smoosh up. He recognized it as one of the pictures that used to be on the strand of fairy lights above her bed. There was even a notch in the top of the photo where the clip had held onto. 

“Why am I in the ‘Forget Me’ box,” Harry frowned.

Elizabeth looked at him, apologetically, “Well, I was mad at you back then. At least I didn’t throw them out.”

Harry nodded when he grabbed one of the books, “What’s this?”

She laughed, taking it out of his hands and flipping through it, “Oh my god, this is my old journal. There was some juicy stuff in here. I’m pretty sure I mentioned you a few times. Yep! Here’s one!” she chuckled, turning to a page. She read aloud.

‘Dear Diary,

Today Harry and I planned to meet up at the park again after our parents go to sleep. I’m a bit scared that my parents will catch me this time, but Jenny said she’d cover for me. I think Jenny thinks that Harry and I meet up to snog or something. I wouldn’t mind snogging Harry, but he has a girlfriend. I really hate Lily. And Harry says he’s not too keen on her, either. Well why is he with her, then? I swear boys can be real chodes sometimes! That stupid idiot! Honestly, I don’t know why I like him so much. I think his dimples might be cutting circulation off to his brain somehow. God, he’s cute! Last time he came over he said he’d lost his virginity the night before. Kinda pissed me off a bit, I’m not gonna lie. I bet he’s big. I had a dream last night that we had sex. It was so realistic, it was almost impossible to look at him in the eyes today. I can’t wait to lose my virginity. Anyways, wish me luck tonight.

Love, Lizzy <3’

Lizzy laughed as she read and looked over at her boyfriend when she finished and his mouth had fallen to the floor. “Jesus, you were a horny 15 year old,” he smirked. “I didn’t know you wanted me that badly, Lizzy. You should have told me.”

“I didn’t know you liked me! You had a girlfriend!”

“Only because I didn’t think you liked me!” Harry retorted. “You know, I remember that day I came over and told you I had lost my virginity. I never told you what happened, though. I mean, it only lasted for a couple minutes, but I remember I accidentally said your name that night in the middle of sex.”

“What?!” Elizabeth exclaimed, laughing.

Harry chuckled, “Yeah! She got pissed and started yelling at me, but I told her ‘I didn’t say Lizzy, I said Lily! You misheard because your names sound so similar! I was just breathing heavy.’ I don’t think she believed me, but she stopped arguing with me.”

“Is that why she was such a massive bitch to me all the time?” Elizabeth questioned.

“Probably,” Harry nodded, “God, I can’t even tell you how many times we sat on this bed, alone, and I just wanted to kiss you.”

“Yeah?” Elizabeth asked, seductively, pushing the box to the side, “Well come on, Styles. Now’s your chance.”

Harry smirked, crawling over towards Elizabeth. He pulled her legs so that she was scooched closer to him and he slowly brought his hand up to her cheek, kissing her softly on the lips. 

Elizabeth broke free, “What else did you always want to do in my bed?”

Harry looked down into her eyes before his gaze turned down towards her breasts, “A little bit of this,” he said, kissing her neck and hand hovering over her shirt that covered her breast. He ran it down and back up underneath her shirt, squeezing her firm breast that was covered by her favorite blue lacy bra.

“Anything else?” she whispered into his ear.

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Harry sat up, eyes darting all over Elizabeth’s body before something clicked in his head. In a rush of movement, Harry ripped Elizabeth’s shirt off of her, pushing her back on the bed and hovering over top of her, kissing her neck forcefully. She couldn’t help but let out a whimper as he sucked on a particular sweet spot at the base of her neck, dotting kisses down to her stomach. She felt her stomach flutter, aching for more of him. She used his position as an opportunity to pull his shirt off of him and just as quickly as his shirt was off, he was then pulling her pants off of her hips and down her legs. 

She watched with shallow breaths as her core throbbed, craving more. Their eyes met while he kissed her inner thigh, so close to where she wanted his mouth to be. His eyes darted towards the strand of pictures hanging just next to them, causing him to sit up. Harry outstretched his arm towards a picture of her and Kyle smiling and he pulled it off, turned it around, and clipped it back onto the strand so that the picture faced the wall.

“Don’t need him watching this,” Harry smirked, hovering back over Elizabeth, hooking his fingers into her underwear and pulling it down.

That action shouldn’t have aroused Elizabeth as much as it did, but sure enough, Elizabeth felt goosebumps form across her arms and stomach, her core throbbing even harder. Harry’s fingers grazed her lips as he sucked on her stomach, and just as he was about to insert his fingers, Elizabeth’s phone started ringing loudly somewhere on the bed beside them. 

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She sat up,frantically feeling around the comforter for her phone, blood boiling at the interruption. When she finally found it, she flipped the phone around to see the caller ID read ‘Kyle’. Before she could even digest who was calling her, Harry stood up furiously.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He exclaimed, smacking a pillow off of the bed and onto the floor.

Elizabeth sat up tensely, never having seen him so angry before, “Sorry, I’ll just put my phone on silent...”

“It’s like he knew!” Harry cut her off. 

“Babe, come on! Let’s just…”

In the middle of her sentence, her phone dinged, signalling a text message. They both looked down to see Kyle had texted her ‘Please, honey. Why won’t you answer me? I love you.’

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Harry shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, “Why is he still messaging you? There’s no way he just calls and texts you for two months straight without a response! You should have blocked him by now! Especially now that we’re dating!”

Elizabeth sat up, heat rising to her cheeks, “First of all, I don’t like your insinuation. Yes, he’s called and texted me for two months without a single response. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it!” she opened her text conversations, quickly scrolling through the chat history to prove her point before looking back up into Harry’s face, a flicker of shame could be seen within his rage, “Secondly, I’m a grown ass adult. You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re my boyfriend, not my father, not my boss, we’re a team. I didn’t block him because I didn’t think it was necessary to block him. If you were that upset with the occasional messages, you could have talked to me about it beforehand like an adult. You didn’t have to wait until I was naked in my childhood home, on my childhood bed, with my parent’s only three rooms down, to throw a temper tantrum like an absolute child.”

Harry’s expression softened, feeling slightly embarrassed by his actions. He quickly tried to defend himself, “You have three years of history with this guy! I don’t know if you truly don’t have any more feelings for him. Besides, I’m allowed to be a little jealous! Just like you were jealous when my ex was at my party…”

“Don’t even try to compare our situations,” Elizabeth cut him off, “My ex boyfriend is a cheating loser from no-one-gives-a-fuck-ville. I haven’t responded to a single attempt at him trying to reach me, have I? I didn’t invite him to my house to hang out with my family and new boyfriend, did I? I didn’t hug him or kiss his cheek when we left him at the club, did I? No, I let Matt kick his ass and left with you. Meanwhile, you invite your international model of an ex-girlfriend to a party at your house with a girl that you’re currently sleeping with, are overly friendly with her infront of me, and I barely say a damn thing. I most certainly didn’t lose my shit over it in the middle of foreplay. You’re Harry-fucking-Styles, for christ sake! Why the hell would I cheat on you for someone who cheated on me? Regardless, we just got done confessing our attraction for each other since we were fucking 14 years old. So don’t lecture me about my ‘3 year history’ with this guy when I’ve had 12 years of history with you! It’s always been you, Harry. Don’t you dare try to guilt me for having been in a relationship after you left.”

Elizabeth started to reach for her shirt that had been flung on the ground during their initial heavy-petting, when Harry grabbed her hand. She looked up into his eyes and read his face riddled with guilt and lust. She could tell, whatever she had said excited him. She knew what he was about to do, and she suddenly felt her anger that had been boiling away a minute ago fizzle into burning desire.

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Harry lunged at her, pinning her back down on the bed and kissing her harder than he had before, leaving trails of soft red marks across her skin down her stomach. Elizabeth’s back arched as his mouth attached to her slit, tongue circling her clit as his stubble massaged her sensitive skin surrounding. She clutched onto the sheets and yanked them, causing her ‘Forget Me’ box to crash down onto the floor, letting out a soft moan. 

Elizabeth pulled on his hair, forcing him up. He managed to kick his pants off as she whimpered, begging, “Fuck me, Harry.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, massaging his length, preparing himself for her.

She cried, desperate for him, “Please! Fuck me.”

Harry guided himself at her entrance, teasing her by only inserting the tip before taking it back. She groaned each time he did it, scraping his hips to try and get him to go in. Finally, after a few seconds of squirming, he pushed himself deep inside of her, feeling her walls tighten up around his throbbing cock. He threw his head back, pumping slowly in and out of her wet cunt, seemingly savoring every ounce of sensations that ran through his body, from the smell of her panting breaths, to the feeling of her soft skin, to the taste of her wine-stained tongue. 

Elizabeth noticed how intensely he stared at her eyes and her lips, how thoughtfully he touched her breasts, and her stomach, and her outer thighs, almost as if he was trying to memorize the shape of her. How purposefully he thrust himself inside her.

He pressed on her stomach, feeling his thrusts deepen and her walls started to pulsate, nearing her climax. Harry’s breath labored, thrusts becoming shorter as he panted her name, knowing that he would soon be coming to an end.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m almost there.”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Please!” Elizabeth whined, “Keep going.”

Harry tried to hold out as long as he could, breathing heavily as she rubbed her clit to try and force herself to finish first. Elizabeth shoved her face into his arm, concentrating on every stroke of pleasure, biting her lip at the edge of climax.

“I can’t!” Harry panted, quickly pulling out of her and rubbing his length on her clit, cum erupting from his tip and being squished around by the movement of their bellies as Elizabeth continued to rub her clit alongside his lubricated cock, finishing milliseconds after him.

She let out a squeal as he pussy pounded, earning a breathy kiss from Harry as he fell on the bed beside her, both too exhausted to clean up the mess just yet, just listening to each other catch their breath.

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After a while, Elizabeth managed to grab his boxers, cleaning themselves off with that, before getting under the sheets, discussing how he would have to hide his boxers in his pocket before they left the next morning.

Elizabeth cuddled into Harry’s side with his arm around her shoulder, lightly drawing on his skin as he watched her face. A moment of comfortable silence later, Harry finally whispered, “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, understanding what he was referring to, and smiled, happy that the argument was over with. Elizabeth felt for her phone and brought it to her face, searching through her contact list. When she found Kyle's name, she clicked on it, scrolled, and clicked on ‘Block This User’, before tossing it to the side. Harry’s grip tightened around her and she felt his lips smash down on her head as she continued drawing shapes onto Harry’s skin, tracing a heart near his navel. She was happy.

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Crowbar Nurse   Chapter 1 — Prologue: Travelling Between Worlds Because of my Phone is Normal, Right?

I am a nameless rookie nurse.

My hobby is clearing my mind with video games. In particular, mindless zombie shooters and dating sims that I can enjoy while yapping off with friends are my favorite genres.

… well, it’d be more accurate to say “was”. I ended up being employed by an awful hospital, even though I was super careful with my applications. But because of that, I don’t have any spare time to play my games. I was way above the legal overtime limit but yet, here I was working for free.

Let me go home already… I can’t think straight anymore…

I was tapping away at an outdated computer in the nurses’ station and doing today’s documentation.

The location is Shinjuku. The time, wee hours. A hellhole of a hospital ward with a window to the night outside. The nurses of this ward start their day way too early and end their nights dizzyingly late. Even when neglecting my hunger and hygiene, I can get only four, five hours of precious sleep a day. Such are my circumstances when working hours are this long.

I haven’t really done anything at all lately. I don’t have the time to game or hang out with my friends… the only thing I’ve done other than work is scrolling on my phone…

I silently sighed inside.

Society thinks us nurses to be huge flirts, headstrong, and highly paid. I’m sure there are some out there who are like that. … not me though. I’d say I’m the complete opposite of that.

When I was a teenager, I played games all day and cared too little about looking pretty, leading me straight down the path of being a loner. By the time I did care, I was a university student busy with studying and practicum. Outside of school, my girlfriends and I would be in stupidly high heels and partying like there was no tomorrow.

Though I like talking with people, I was always too timid for my own good. Not only did my seniors always yell at me, I also have literally zero experience in relationships. … I suppose faking it and going to clubs did get me attention from shallow guys, but the thing is that I have never been popular with the opposite sex. That’s why I can’t stand people who are blessed with confidence.

… I’m completely twisted. I know. I’ll probably end up in my thirties with everybody saying that my standards are too unrealistic and no one interested in me…

I sighed out loud this time. And as for the highly paid part? That’s probably not true for me as well. My take home pay is a little over 180,000 with more than 100 hours of unpaid overtime. Still, in this “Land of the Setting Sun”, that’s probably considered well-paid.

There are all sorts of nurses, y’know?

I’m neither well-paid nor well-versed in relationships. I’m just a sham who loves her zombies. I had once prided myself on my love for nursing, but the soul-sucking work as of late led to the flames of my passion burning out. I’m simply a lifeless drone.

Ughhh, I need to let loose and wipe out some zombies… I can’t stand working anymore…

Shoving those memories aside, I begrudgingly returned to recordkeeping. Now, let me describe what a day for a newbie nurse with no time for fun or zombies is like. After five hours of sleep, I wake up and head to my ward. I look up the details of the patients I’m in charge of on the piece of crap computer. Once that’s done, I make sure all the medicine and IV drips are good to go. After handing off things to the night shift, I begin making my rounds. There’s not even a moment spare to get water or go to the washroom. Even when working such a long shift, I say goodbye to lunch breaks if it gets busy. It doesn’t matter your level of seniority, you effectively get only five minutes. If it’s bad, it’s closer to 30 seconds… I fly into the break room, stuff my face with food, and eat it while walking back to the desk. Then, I get back to logging or preparing for the midday debriefing. I’m sure… I’m sure other places are like this too. In every hospital is a ward this depressing.

… oof. Crap. Nearly fell asleep there.

That moment of microsleep was most definitely because of sleep deprivation. The steady chime of the patient monitoring system and the clattering of keyboards from other nurses working overtime fill the room. I glanced at the watch I had stuffed in my pocket—12:30, later than usual.

It’s past midnight already, eh? Still, even when everybody lives around here, Shinjuku at night is still a little dangerous.

Even then, none of us dayshift nurses have gone home yet. That’s just how things work here. I casually looked up from my PC.

Colorful neon signs and lit offices contribute to the dazzling lights in the nightscape. It shone through the window across the hallway from the nurses’ station. Low-intensity aircraft warning lights dotted countless skyscrapers. The red lights on top of the buildings were like a constellation twinkling together. Its beauty never fails to take me out of reality.

 … though I may be sleepy, even at this hour, the streets were not. The lights revealed everybody who was still awake.

Until I started working, I never knew the nights of Shinjuku were created and supported by people like me—the slaves to society.

 People are used and discarded every day to maintain this beautiful dazzling world.

… and just as that thought floated across my mind, my view of the night sky worrisomely fluttered for a moment.

 Hmm…? That’s weird.

I couldn’t tell whether my vision was blurry or that my head wasn’t functioning properly. Though what was very clear was that I was far too tired. Then, I got lightheaded for a split second. As soon as it passed and I breathed a sigh of relief, I clutched my chest in pain.

 I’m going to die… oh yeah, I’m totally dying.

As my heart stabbed with every pulse, I took a deep breath only to find my head spinning again.

… frankly, I’m not doing so well.

This has been a frequent occurrence lately. I hold back the wave of nausea as I struggle to form sentences in my head… then suddenly, the exhausted head nurse rushed over to me in a panic.

“—the management is coming around! Hurry, hide yourself in the linen room!”

Once I realized the head nurse was shouting at me in a quiet voice, she stood me up by my shoulders. And before I knew it, she shoved me into the linen room at the far end of the nurses’ station and slammed the door shut.

… ah, not this again…

I subconsciously sighed. This happens every day in our ward. Basically, it’s to conceal the fact that us newcomers are forced to work overtime. If the head honchos of the nursing department find out, they would chew out the head nurse.

The directive of this sweatshop of a hospital is supposedly to eliminate overtime and, officially, newcomers aren’t forced to do so. That’s why when the head of the department swings by, us newcomers get spirited away.

That’s fine and all, but… damn it. The computers automatically logout after 10 minutes of inactivity, so there goes all my unsaved data…

Looks like I’ll have to redo everything, which means I’m stuck here until at least 1:00. I squatted down and subconsciously sighed again. Guess I don’t have much of a choice but to sleep until they come get me. As I shut my eyes close in exhaustion, I felt a strange vibration coming from my pocket.

 … huh? A notification? I thought I turned off my phone…

I doubted myself as I reached into my pocket. When I took a look at my phone, the screen was pitch black but oddly enough, some text was showing.

… hmm, what’s that? Is that English?

The excessive number of symbols made me question whether it was really English or not. It may have been pitch black, but it was just bright enough that I could tell the screen was on. That and the green text showing clued me in on that.

… what’s all this about? Did some super hacker breach my phone? Wait, are there people who hack smartphones in the first place?

I looked down at the screen in confusion… hmm? What? Hold on… The green text scrolled past at a blistering pace. The line practically disappears as soon I tried to read it!

 “… what?!”

I was fully awake when I reflexively cried out loud but was still too late to cover my mouth shut. The directors should have still been out there on their patrol. I hope they didn’t hear me.

Whaaaaaaat. Huh?! Augh! What’s going on?!

A scene of pure sci-fi unfolded in front of my very eyes. Talk about a complete one-eighty from my depressing daily life.

No, seriously, am I being hacked? Is this what it’s like? This looks more like magic to me though!

Unfortunately, a Neanderthal who can’t even do basic addition on Excel like me had no idea what was happening. I don’t get it… but I knew that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

sudo…? apt-get install? Hey, hey, hey, hey! Don’t go installing anything weird on my phone without my permission! It’s now asking for a password… and it’s being filled in!

My eyes went wide as ••••• popped up in the password field.

But… I didn’t even do anything…

I was speechless. Then, while my jaw was still on the floor, the door violently swung open… as someone came barelling through.

■Protagonist

The protagonist is a super overworked rookie nurse who was on the verge of dying. Once you get her on the topic of zombie games, she'll yap on for even longer than the intro to The Final Countdown—though it's not an opportune moment right now.

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[mmazzeroo]

DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

@helloimnotawesome - Finally an update for you! Chapter 10 - Dany/Arya/Ghost/Jon bonding. Enjoy!

Thank you so much for your patience! <3 Have about a week left of uni (before Christmas) and then we’ll be back on track! 

DANY III - I’m Ready When You Are

'Come say hello to Ghost', he said. 'It'll be fun', he said. The fun had mainly consisted of watching Arya's face. It had been a pendulum swinging between awestruck and pure childish joy. From her trembling it was clear she had to physically restrain herself from just running over and hug the dog tightly - like she'd done with Jon. Ghost on the other hand hand been completely mellow and had an overbearing look to him. Probably due to the pain meds Sam had giving him not long before they arrived back in the room. Twice a day Ghost was still given a small doses of meds to help with the pain from the burn wounds. Though healing up well they were still very sore and causing him a large amount of pain especially when touched. And, she'd shown Sam where the vials were kept and how to administer it for the times when he and Ghost were alone.

They'd given Ghost his own mattress on the floor over by the wall. That way it was easier to get him up on his own, no need for any lifting. Simply being in same room as Jon seemed to be enough now, and this way he has facing the door which was another calming factor. So all in all they'd managed to make him a pretty chilled out winter dog at this point. Arya was laying on her side next to Ghost on his mattress. His mattress very important detail - the dog had literally tipped his head while glancing to the mattress to invite Arya to join him. A detail that had excited Arya even more!

As her and Jon had foreseen, Sam had protested mildly when told he could have the night off, but it was clear to all it was a half-hearted attempt out of politeness. Before leaving he had giving Jon his nightly dose of pain meds as well, and Jon had fallen asleep not long after. Leaving Arya and herself alone - and awake.

Hours later she was sitting in her usual chair - conveniently sandwiched between Jon's bed and Ghost's mattress - quietly catching up on paperwork when Arya started her, expected, third-degree.

"So..." Here we go. Brace yourself Dany! "Why weren't you welcoming Jon back home?"

Keeping her eyes on the papers she continued to write. Don't look up, Dany! This is just a tiny matter. No need to fuel her curiosity. Nothing to see here. Move along.

"Because I was here last night when Ned and Sam told him."

"Why?"

"Because he asked me to stay."

"Jon did?"

"Yes, Jon did." Don't look up, Dany! Remember this is just like any other boring conversation you don't want to be part of.

"Of course he did." Arya chucked lightly. Write, Dany, write. Stay busy. Stay focused. "Anyone could see the way he looks at you."

"How does he look at me?" Oh gods, she's smelling blood!

"Oh don't give me that!" She could feel Arya's eyes on her, seeing right through like a laser.

"I'm not. I don't know how you think your brother looks at me." Well done! You almost didn't sound desperate to know how Jon looks at you. Mentally rolling eyes at self. For fuck's sake, Dany!

"Like you're the oasis in his desert. Like you're the rescue-boat in his ocean." Despite teasing there was a softness to Arya's voice.

The thought of Jon looking at her like that took her breath away. Could it be? She hadn't just imagined that little exchange about 'crossing lines'? Breathe, Dany, nice and easy.

"...like you're a shelter in his storm...like you're a fire in his freezing winter..." Arya was still yapping away.

"No he doesn't." Oh gods, does he? Please let it be true.

"...like you're Marg and he's Robbie...like you're Brienne and he's Tormund"

"Alright, I heard you, Arya." Now she's just being ridiculous. Right?!

"...like you're a library and he's Bran.."

"I said I heard you."

"...like you're a pair of Jimmy Choo and he's Sansa!" Arya had trouble containing her laughter now.

"I heard you!" She hissed and finally looked at Arya. Oh yes, please let me be all that  to you, Jon, and more! Sending her, what she hoped was, an angry look - not that Arya would really care anyway. Giving a quick glance towards Jon before looking back at Arya. "Keep it down! Please."

"Ok, alright. Sorry." Arya mockingly put her hands up as if surrendering. Mumbling she added "...and you look at him the same way."

"What?! No I don't!" Oh gods am I that obvious?!

"'The lady doth protest too much, methinks.'"

"No, I'm not." You are and you know it...

"Protesting too much or lying?" A smug look on Arya's face now.

"Both. Neither. I mean..," she sighed in defeat. Damn it!

"If you say so li'l miss heart-eyes," another chuckle from Arya.

"His wife—"

"—was Naathi. For them it's as simple as 'you love each other till you don't' - 'you're together with someone till you're not.'" Arya slowly got up and moved closer. "For Jon to love her she must've been a special woman and I'm sure she'd want Jon to be happy with or without her. If being with you makes him happy I fail to see how that would be a bad thing."

She had to admit that Arya was right. When she had left, fled from, this room in the afternoon, maybe 12 hours ago, all flustered she'd gone to see Missandei. Just like Arya she'd seen straight through her - and she'd told her pretty much the same thing as Arya. What was it Elia's brother always said? 'The heart wants what it wants'. Yes, ok fine, but why does it want something at a highly inconvenient time?! And what if this 'thing' didn't work? Then what? How would that affect their families? Would it ruin the whole dynamics, the 'one big family' feeling they had going and that she and all the Stark kids had grown up with?? Dany, you're over-thinking again. Stop it! Stop. It.

With a sigh she warily looked at Arya. "I guess, you're right."

"I know I am."

Shaking her head slightly, she couldn't help but smile at the level of confidence Arya was displaying on this subject.

"Look, I'm not saying you should throw yourself at him but if something hasn't happened in like...I don't know...a week—"

"A week?! Are you crazy?!" she hissed again, but as usual Arya kept going completely undaunted.

"—then I'll plaster this room with mistletoe! Neither of you would be able to move even a nanometer without being underneath one - and we all know what must happen underneath a mistletoe."

"You're incorrigible!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Flashing a big grin she sat back next to Ghost.

That's when the fun stopped for everyone.

Though clearly still sleeping, Ghost was growling and his big fangs were showing. The look in Arya's eyes instantly went from mirth to fear and worry. Slowly backing away she went closer to Jon's bed until she couldn't get any further.

"What's happening?? I didn't hurt him, I swear!"

"Arya, I know you didn't. He's having a nightmare. He's been having them all week - just like his pack-leader up there." She tipped her head slightly to indicate who she was talking about.

"Jon has nightmares?"

She nodded slowly. "Yes, but right now we need to concentrate on calming down Ghost before he might do something that could harm himself - or others."

Hearing the last two words Arya's eyes grew even bigger before seemingly calming herself down and proceeded to ask, "anything I can do to help?"

"I know how this'll sound considering how angry he looks right now, but the best way to calm him is to gently touch him and just talk to him in a calm, even, and friendly voice. Can you do that? If not, it's ok and then just stay over there by Jon."

"Yeah I..," she swallowed, "I can do that."

"Ok, then take a couple of deep breathes to steady yourself before quietly sitting down next to me."

Arya nodded eagerly.

She placed herself so that Arya was still close yet behind her. 'Just a precaution'.

"What do I say to him?"

"Anything as long as you keep your voice calm and friendly. You don't need to whisper though," she glanced to her side catching Arya's eye and received a sheepish smile in return.

Arya began telling a story about a little black cat who was scared of everything, and gently stroked Ghost on his head and down his neck and back. Getting her stethoscope from her bag next to the chair she was checking his breathing and heart-rate. Both were still more rapid than she'd like. He'd stopped growling at least. Noticing Arya's eyes on her she nodded slightly indicating for her to keep talking. Now the little cat had arrived at Dr. Owl's office where he was being tickled with a feather and asked if he got enough vitamins. How does she come up with this stuff? His breathing slowed down to a more acceptable rate, but his heart was still racing. Expected as gods know what awful things he must've seen in that sweet head of his. His fangs weren't showing anymore either. Arya's little black cat had now been given a courageous heart by Dr. Owl and was now happy as could be and playing with everyone he met. Again, she couldn't help smiling at Arya's wondrous mind. That girl sure is one of a kind!

Finally Ghost had calmed down and was peacefully asleep again.

She looked over at Arya. "That was really good work," winking she added, "you'd make a great vet."

"Thanks, but think I'll stick with being a paramedic for now."

"How did you come up with that story off the top of your head?"

"I didn't. It's called—"

"—Fraidy Cat." A gruff voice answered from the bed behind them.

Briefly they looked at each other before in unison getting on their feet and over to Jon.

He turned his head giving them a lazy smile.

"It was my favourite story as a kid. Mom read it to me every night before bed." There was a light chuckle. "Dad had read it to me and I instantly loved the story. Mom didn't know it and I wouldn't go to sleep without it. On nothing but willpower I kept myself awake all night and late into the next afternoon. Gods I hope my own kids aren't that stubborn!" They are and the next ones will too. DANY!!!

They all laughed at that.

"After that she had Aunt Lya come and tell it to me until mom had learned it too. Never understood how Aunt Lya knew it though."

"Because dad used to read it to her when she was a child." Both her and Jon looked at Arya in surprise. "He's read it for all of us. He calls it a family heirloom. By the time me and Bran were born the book had been worn out so now we just all learn it by heart." She gave a little shy smile. "I can guarantee he'll be telling the story to Adei and Amador as well if he hasn't already." The smile had grown bigger now.

"I'd love it if he did." Gods, I'm getting all teary again. Get a grip, Dany! "Thank you for calming Ghost down by the way. Must be the accident."

"But Vis told me you were a K9 unit..," Arya trailed off.

"I was - with another dog. Ghost is only a few years old. Luckily he hasn't had to go on any missions with me."

"Oh, I'm sorry I just thought..," again trailing off.

"It's ok, Arya. How could you've known?"

"Right." Looking between Jon and her Arya cleared the throat and said, "Well, it's almost time for my shift to begin, so should go get some food and get ready."

Arya leaned in to give her brother a hug and then left giving her a wink as she walked out the door.

"What was that about?"

"What?"

"The wink."

"Oh nothing, just something we talked about earlier when you were sleeping." Wait! "You were sleeping, right?"

"Yes I was." He chuckled. "Why? What did you talk about?"

"Nothing." She smiled nervously "Why? What did you hear?" Oh gods no!

"Nothing." Is he laughing? Oh gods he's laughing! Why is he laughing? "Though I'll take your nervous denying as a sign that you were talking about 'something' rather than 'nothing'. Is he smirking at me?!

"Oh for fuck's sake! Reading me like a godsdamned open book!" She stared at him horrified. "Oh no! That wasn't supposed to be said out loud!" Embarrassing! Turning to leave her hand was grabbed before she could step away.

"Dany! Please. Stay." That husky but oh so soft voice. Damn it! She slowly turned around looking down at their hands. "I let you run out on me once, I can't let you do it twice. You asked me not to hide from you, remember?" She nodded slowly. "And so I didn't and I won't." He squeezed her hand. "Now I'm asking you, Dany, to please don't run from me."

She took a deep breath as she slowly lifted her eyes to look at him.

"I'm afraid...with you."

There was a slight smile on his face at her mimicking his words from the day before, and he played along saying, "sorry if I've crossed any lines with you. That was never my intention."

"You haven't," she removed her hand from his to balance herself as she leaned in closer to lightly touch his forehead with hers, "but I'm afraid I might want you to."

From this position all she could see was steel grey eyes swimming with something she was too scared to name yet.

Moving his head slightly giving her a quick little peck at the tip of her nose he said, "I'm ready when you are."

[jaybeartodd]

Colleagues Pt. 6/17 -- Jason Todd x fem. reader

Y/N finds herself taking on a new job and working late hours. This leads to a late night encounter with Jason.

Warnings: alcohol 

Word Count: 2100

Tags: @sarcasmismyfirstlove @tsctd

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

A/N: Oops, this is long. Sorry for the slow buildup between Y/N and Jason but I did add some fluff in here. I am having a lot of fun writing this and I am hope y’all are equally enjoying it! 

One week. One whole damn week has passed since you learned of Nick’s so-called criminal activities.

“We needed money and and it was a good opportunity,” Nick had sputtered out after you connected the dots. Your little brother; a goon for Black Mask.

After explanation after explanation, he finally admitted to the previous night.so events. 

“I had no idea you were going to be there. He was planning on killing everyone he could, Y/N. If I hadn’t made you appear dead you would be.” he said grabbing at your hands but you pulled back and looked at him with tired eyes.

“Never again. You hear me Nick?” you had said softly. 

“Y/N look,” he tried.

“NEVER AGAIN,” you screamed completely fed up with the situation. He jumped back and looked at you with wide eyes.

“You killed people, Nick,” tears welled in your eyes but you swallowed them away. “I will never forgive you for that. But you’re my brother so I won’t turn you in… on two conditions.” 

His eyebrows raised at this. 

“Anything,”

“First, give me all of the information you have on him. If you won’t take him down I will,”

“Y/N, no it’s way too dangerous,” he protested.

“I wasn’t kidding Nick. This is how you’ll repay those poor victims and their families and how I will live with the guilt knowing my brother had a hand in it. But most of all, it’s the right thing to do,”

He hesitated but then nodded.

“Second, you will never be in contact or help that man again.” he opened his mouth but you shushed him.

“Do you accept or am I calling the police?” he looked up with sad eyes and nodded slowly.

Now here you are staring at the notes you had drilled out of Nick for the millionth time under the light provided by the library for late students. He didn’t know where he was hiding out so you are just studying the different hits Nick was hired onto hoping to predict his next move. 

You rub the exhaustion from your eyes and see the few scattered students with matching yawns. You admit you have been avoiding the apartment as much as possible lately. It is hard being around Nick. Without intention you find yourself blaming yourself. You moved in with him to help him out and look where he has ended up.

Through your blurred, sleep-derived eyes you see a tall figure strolling towards you. You lower your head as instinct when a stranger passes by.

“See if they had told me zombies go to this college I might have considered it myself,” an all too familiar voice pipes up next to you.

You look up to see the leather jacketed, handsome tousled man himself. Bruce gave the staff a week off for, well, obvious reasons so you haven’t seen the smug grin in awhile. Yup, as annoyingly charming as ever.

“If they’d told me I’d be approached by assholes while trying to study I would have reconsidered going here,” you say rubbing your face. 

“What are you studying anyways..” he reaches for your notebook but you snatch it away and shove it into your book bag. That would take an elaborate explanation.

“None of your business,” you say grumpily. He raises an amused eyebrow at this. As if on cue, your stomach makes a loud grumbling noise.

Why does your stomach need so much food and all the time?

“Oh ok. That explains a lot,” he bends down and grabs your book bag slinging it across his back.

“Wait, no!” you make a lame attempt at grabbing at it but your tired arms don’t seem as riled as you are.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m taking you to dinner,” he says grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

“Where in the world are we going to go at 11 o'clock?” you ask as he pulls you towards the door.

“Well considering it’s 1 in the morning I find that question irrelevant,”

You pull out your phone. Crap, he’s right.

You are now outside walking down the street. He let’s go of your hand and you secretly miss its warmth. Very secretly. As in so secret the world is never allowed to know.

“When is the last time you ate? Or slept for that matter?” he asks appearing concerned. 

“Somewhere between all of the raves I hit,” you chuckle at your own joke. He turns a curious eye towards you and shakes his head.

“Ok,” he stops in front of a motorcycle and bends down, “You wear this.” He places a large red helmet in your hands.

Oh, hell no.

“Yeah actually,” you place the helmet back in his hands and point behind   you,” I was perfectly fine and you know not risking my life in the library.”

You start to walk backwards and a taunting grin pulls at his lips.

“So you will literally leap under a falling chandelier to save some guy you just met but getting on a motorcycle with a very experience and handsome  colleague of yours is just too much for little Y/N?” he raises his voice at the end which simultaneously, but not coincidentally, raises your temper. He holds out the helmet as a challenge.

You stomp over to him and aggressively take the helmet out of his hands. Placing it on your head you take a hot breath and turn towards him feeling your head wobble with the new found weight.

“How do I look?” you ask with your hands on your hips. Through the tinted eye protection you see him grin widely.

“Like you were born to ride,” 

You put up your hand in a rock and roll fashion. “Let’s rock and roll buckaroo,”

He laughs heartily and puts on his much more proportionately sized helmet. He swings a long leg over the bike and kicks in the stand. If you didn’t feel like you would vomit, pee yourself and have a heart attack all at the same time you might have thought it was hot. 

He pats the seat behind him. “I promise I will take care of you, Y/N.” he says in a soothing voice.

With one more deep breath you climb behind him and grab ahold of his waist awkwardly.

“You’re going to have to hold on a little tighter Doll,” he laughs and you roll your eyes at him.

“Are we going to eat or will my stomach eating itself provide a nice ending to your yapping?”

He makes a growling noise to match your fear-induced cattiness. His growling fades away into the engine’s as he turns the handles. 

“Here is how I die,” you think and he takes off. You let out a yelp, squeeze his abdomen tight and press your helmet on his back with closed eyes. You can just feel the smugness rolling off of him in large annoying waves.

The wind blows hard at the hair escaping your helmet and you feel your stomach drop every time the bike turns slightly. Damned if you open your eyes though. Suddenly you feel the bike slow down and the engine cut off as the bike idles. You pry your eyes open and let out a relieved breath. 

Realizing you still had your arms wrapped tight around him you let go thoroughly embarrassed. You step off the bike and slip the helmet off only imagining the worst when it comes to your appearance. You hold out the helmet for Jason but he is standing there staring at you.

“What?” you swipe at your wild hair self-consciously.

He shakes his head and runs hand through his own untamed hair. “Uh, nothing. Here I will take this,” he grabs the helmet and places it next to his.

“Ready to eat, Dopey?” he asks.

“I’m resenting that nickname.” you grumble and he laughs. You start walking towards a dark, sketchy building.

“Nervous?” he asks clearly amused. You throw a nice pair of daggers at him.

“Well,” he swings open the door and gestures in “ You go first and pinky promise you’ll protect me?” he juts out s pinky but you just stroll past him into the building.

He shrugs and follows you inside. You first notice a dimly lit bar and then the tables to the left come into view. There are a few leather clad individuals that are intimidating but for the most part you feel comfortable.

“Jason Todd. Shouldn’t you be halfway through your 6th drink now?” a female voice emanates from the bar. You turn and see a woman around your height, probably in her mid-fifties and a t-shirt with a logo on it that reads “Gotham Way”.

Jason steps in front of you and takes the spot at the bar across from the woman.

“Aw Francis, that’s less than what you told the last girl. You need to step up your game if you’re going to rope in this handsome bachelor.” Jason makes a lasso  motion with his finger. 

Francis purses her lips. “Yeah, nice try since this is the first time you’ve brought a girl here. Oh and I’ve seen handsome many times in my day, now I’m looking for that slippery bastard commitment,” she winks at you.

“Don’t be shy,honey take a seat.” you sit down next to Jason and he smiles at you. You give a hesitant one in return. ��     

“I’m Y/N,” you say outstretching a hand. She takes it and shakes it firmly, “Francis.” 

You feel yourself warming up to her in inviting spirit. 

“Two orders of your finest chicken tenders please. And a beer for me,” he looks at you questioningly.

“Water will be fine, thank you,” she smiles at you warmly and makes your drinks. After she paces them on the bar in front of you she goes to the back where you assume the kitchen is. 

“So,” Jason takes a sip from his beer and turns towards you, “How did you enjoy the bike ride?” 

“It was a lot of fun! It was a gorgeous trip,” you lie through your teeth.

He nods humming. “You never opened your eyes did you?”

You shake your head. “Didn’t even consider it. That machinery was handcrafted to be my personal living hell.” 

He laughs at this and you tuck your hair behind your ear feeling your mood being lifted with his. 

The   rest of the conversation continues to flow between  bites of chicken just as it did the  night of the ball. 

You say your farewells to Francis and prepare yourself for the upcoming hell ride. You let Jason know where you live and even manage to peek once during the ride to help him when he gets a little lost only to squeeze them tight in horror.

You pull up to your apartment and Jason parks the bike. You both get off the bike and remove your helmets. Jason’s eyes twinkle from a mixture of exhaustion and adrenaline from the ride. Or so you tell yourselves. 

“Um, thanks again for the ride,” you say biting your lip.

“Uh yeah sure thing,” he says running his hand through his hair. you watch as the white streak you’ve grown attached to falls loosely over his brow. He leans in and just as something you didn’t anticipate is about to happen you are broken away by an angry voice.

“There you are Miss Y/N!” your neighbor, Brady, brings his old wobbling self out.

“Yes Brady?” you ask irritated.

“Your brother and his friends made a lot of racket while I was asleep and-” you tune him out.

His friends?

“I’m sorry Brady I will fix it,” you say now distracted.

“Thanks again Jason,” you say and he looks at you concerned.

You rush up the stairs and shakily unlock your door. Swinging it open you find the entire place torn apart.

“Nick?”

You begin frantically searching the apartment. In the kitchen lays your brother in his crumpled form littered with fresh bruises and cuts.

[xuxii-sushii]

“I knew it!” [Part-1]

 Genre: Drama, angst?, a bit fluff, smut.

Pairing: idol!Jungkook x Reader (ft. Yoongi and Taehyung)

A/N: This is the first chapter to this series. Feel free to drop in suggestions! 

Warning: Swearing, sexual stuff.

Plot: You are a member of your school’s student council and a major event pops up in the midst of your last year of high school. Managing studies, extra curriculum activities, social life and now this extravagant pain in the ass. There is no way this could get worse. Or is there?

“She will never have to wonder her worth.” -Piece by piece, Kelly Clarkson.            

Looking out the window, wondering about the hypothetical situation where you murder everyone, you couldn’t ignore the noise you hear everyday in your school bus. 

“OH MY GOD! DO YOU EVER SHUT UP?!”, you scream at your friend Paige.

“C’mon, yesterday I was quiet!”, she cried.

“It was a rhetorical question, Paige. Just relax your jaw from this continuous yapping yeah?”

“Why are you so worked up today? Is it because of that Asia-something-something fest?”

“It’s the Asiatic mu- wait what? What about it?”, you said with your eyes ready to pop out.

“Didn’t you hear yesterday’s announcement? We’re one of the organizing schools this year.”, she said calmly without any hint of stress. 

‘No no no no no. No. This isn’t happening. Oh the missed calls I got from my friends on the student council yesterday. Oh no. It all makes sense. I wasn’t present yesterday. Missed the assembly. Got bombarded with texts and calls without bothering to read them. I am screwed.’ You thought to yourself trying to understand this situation.

After the meeting with the teachers and the Principal, you were shook to your core. Last year of high school in Asia is the time where you either make or break your future. Asiatic music fest was a magnificent event you always wished about taking a part in. That was until last year when you had time. The tight schedule filled with academics, social life and most importantly, sleep, was now to be molded in a way which is going to make you very, very uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to do this!”, you say out loud to your friends Sam, Jo and Aria while you guys make your way back to your classroom, “This fucking sucks.”

Aria gives out a sigh followed by a smack on your head, “Stop whining Y/N. Your sleep of 10 hours isn’t that important, we all know this is a great opportunity that you won’t miss so shut it.”

You growl while trying to hit her back but got interrupted by your coordinator Ms. Cooper.

“One of the performers are coming today around 12:30 pm to get familiar with the new pattern we discussed for the fest. Get the whole directorial board ready in the zenith room at 12:20. Y/N and Sam, you both are the re-presenters that will be in charge today so everything carries out smoothly. Stay back is until 6. Am I clear?”

“Yes ma’am!” you girls respond in unison. ‘Ugh, what a pretentious bitch’, you think to yourself.

It’s 12:40 pm. ‘I could’ve done a physics topic in these 10 minutes’, you keep rambling to yourself. The door swings open with your Principal talking to who looks like the manager along with other staff. Followed by who you assume is the production team, you see 5 handsome guys walk in. All the girls and even some guys were staring at them like a full 4 course meal, including you and your friends.

You and Sam talked to the team and got to know that they are from Korea, which you suspected because of their accent. You glanced over to the members of Bangtan whose name you just got told and notice them mingling with your Principal. You both walk towards the guys to introduce yourselves. ‘They are so fun to talk to’, you think after having a brief yet engaging chat with the boys. You got to know that 2 of the members, Jungkook and Jimin, will be joining you guys tomorrow because they caught a late flight.

After you all were done hanging out with the guys, Sam was about to burst because of the inability of saying stuff about the members in front of the members.

“OKAY AM I THE ONLY CRUSHING ON THESE BOYS? DID YOU LOOK AT JIN? HOSEOK? TAEHYUNG? YOONGI? NAMJOON? I AM IN LOVE WITH NAMJOON. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED. IT’S DECIDED”, she starts spilling loudly in front of you and your friends.

“I call dibs on Jin”, says Jo with excitement I’ve never seen before. “Y/N did you see the looks Taehyung was shooting you all the time? He is so crushing on you!”

“I thought I was imagining things because of my hunger”, you say dryly while eating your sandwich.

“How are you calm, Y/N? You do realize that you have a shot with Taehyung?”, Jo said with extra emphasis on his name.

“I am freaking out on the inside but I don’t have the energy to fangirl like you guys right now”, you respond with a full mouth of the sandwich you’re devouring. ‘I have something else on my mind that I can devour’, you think to yourself while shaking your head because of these thoughts.

It’s 8:30 pm, you are sitting on your bed in your room allotted by the school in a dorm building nearby the stadium where the fest is going to happen. Your phone buzzes with a text message from unknown. “Taehyung this side, remember me? What are you doing right now? I need some help, can you come by our hotel?” You recall exchanging numbers with the team and members in case they needed some assistance. 

“Sure. Be there in 15!” you respond.

You’re at the reception area when you text Taehyung to inform him that you’re here. You see him exiting the elevator in less than 2 minutes after you sent the text. He greets you with a warm yet a bit sinful smile.

“Thanks for coming Y/N!” he says while walking towards you.

“No problem Taehyung. What’s up? Is everything alright?”, you ask with genuine concern.

He takes a deep breath to let out a dramatic sigh, “The coffee here sucks. Can you take me somewhere with good coffee?”, he says with a cheeky smile.

“Is this your way of asking me out?”, you say while holding back a laugh.

“You’re smart.”

“A chimp could figure that out.”

“Just let me hit on you”, he smirks with a hint of plead in his words.

“Taehyung, I don’t date. These things are senseless to me. I’m glad that you asked me but I don’t want to give you any false signals”, you say casually.

He gives you a big smile and says, “Still up for coffee?”

He flirted with you whole time while his hand casually slid to the back of your waist occasionally. He walked you back to your dorm room when suddenly you felt a force put you against the wall which turned out to be Taehyung who was now a few centimeters from your face.

“This doesn’t come under dating, does it?”, he says with a firm gaze on your eyes which then traveled to your lips.

‘Technically, it doesn’t. I mean I’ve slept with a few guys and all of them were aware about the mutual agreement of not involving feelings. Also, Taehyung is hot as fuck. His face is carved perfectly with such exquisite details. I can’t possibly deny him. I mean just look at him!’ you wonder while looking at his pink lips.

“Y/N?”, he says in a low voice waiting for an answer. Without saying anything you dive in for a kiss which starts out slow and steady giving you both time to develop a rhythm. The kiss gradually got more passionate when you wrapped your arms around his neck and he had a tight grip on your waist. The kiss was  filled with more hunger than romance. Your hands traveled to his soft hair while his hands went up and down your waist with gradual squeezes on your thighs. You both started to let out small moans in the kiss which made you realize it was better if you took this inside your room. You turn the doorknob while half kissing Taehyung just to double check the room number.

The door was shut close immediately and you both resume the kiss with even more passion.

“I-I- thought you were out getting tacos for our group study like you said” someone says bringing you both back to reality which puts a halt to your worked up kissing.

Jo and Aria are settled on the bed in their PJs with books piled up in front of them.

“Ah shit. I, um, got carried away”, you say while looking at the equally flustered boy next to you.

Taehyung went back to his hotel after giving you a kiss and saying, “We’ll continue this later” in the deepest voice you’ve ever heard which sent shivers down your spine.

During the group study you got the occasional taunts for forgetting the tacos with some winks and the ‘girl you in for a wild ride’ smile. You also got to know that Sam was out with Namjoon that night. You fought the strong urge to click a picture with the ‘girl you in for a wild ride’ smile and send it to Sam.

The next morning at 7:00 am you reached school to collect the schedules for the listed practices which you had to take care of. While walking through the corridors with eyes fixed on the the schedule, you bumped into someone and the next thing you saw were the papers in the air.

Normally a person would think that oh this guy and I bumped into each other. Now he is going to help me out and it’ll be love at first sight.

You were far from normal.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” you yelled at the perfect figure of a man in front of you while collecting the papers. 

“It was an accident”, you heard the figure say.

“Yeah. I know”, you say without trying to hide your annoyance.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it”, he responds.

Oh no he didn’t.

“I woke up at 5-fucking-am with barely any sleep to come to this shit hole to exhaust myself to death! I can be a bitch all I want”, you snap back while looking up to see his face for the first time and standing up to be on the same level as him.

‘Wow. He is beautiful’, you say to yourself.

“Calm down little Satan.”

“I’m almost your height. How am I little?”

“Hey what’s that on your shirt?”, he says while pointing to your shirt and you look down to see what it is just to be poked on the head with him walking away at a fast pace and screaming, “I’m Jungkook!”

“Did I ask?!”, you say while trying to understand how could you fall for such a lame trick. 

PART 2   PART 3

[inspirationallyinsane]

November 28 2019

Tumblr! Hi. It has been too long since I have written, and much has changed. I figured today might be a good day for an update considering it is a holiday and also I had the day off work :) I quit my job at Chase because fuck that place. Um no not really but I was really unhappy there and I didn't get along with my coworkers and my manager was a mysoginistic asshole. It wasn't a great environment. I was up for promotion there but Skyler told me I would have to wait until January to get it and I am absolutely not that patient. Especially when, once again, I am the only banker in my branch. I was doing the job of the RB without having the proper compensation or title. They sent me all the way to Phoenix, AZ to get training so I could be put in the position faster and then I'm told to wait months? I don't think so. If that were the case I should have waited to do the training so I could do it in Oregon. It was incredibly irritating. And everyone else quit. All the tellers quit and both the other bankers quit. Obviously it wasn't a good environment for anyone. At the end, for a full month before I quit, it was just me, the manager, and the teller manager. Unacceptable. I'm not having it. I don't understand why my manager didn't hire people faster. As soon as I gave my two weeks he was suddenly able to hire 3 people. In one week. Hmmmmm. Seems like it could've been done sooner then. Right? Oh well. Chase was an experience. I learned more about what I don't want from a job. Onward and upward. Of course, I couldn't quit without having another job lined up. I applied for a few jobs back in September. I heard back about a position I thought in no way would I ever get. Although I also heard back about a branch manager position which I am also completely unqualified for. So. It's an employee's market. Anyway. I applied for a Licensed Relationship Manager position at Key Bank. Basically in the position you hand small investment portfolios and client's banking needs. A sort of introduction into being an FA while still working mainly with bank products. However, it does mean that the person in that position gets fully licensed. Umm so I did a phone interview while I was in phoenix and as soon as I got back they brought me in for an interview with the branch manager. Next day I get a call saying they want to give me the job. I got a huge pay increase, and will get another one once I finish my licensing. The incentive pay will be similar to what I would have gotten as an RB at Chase, and??? To get licensed and be working with portfolios at 21?? Awesome. I was so hyped. I really couldn't believe that I got the job. It was definitely a stressful transition. The position is in Medford and I didn't want to commute so we had to move. Finding a decent place in Medford for a decent price is ridiculous. I ended up finding a good place albeit a little expensive. I can definitely afford it with the raise and all but. Don't like how much the rent is. It is super nice though. Um it is brand new, no one has ever lived here before. And all the appliances are new and modern. Real hardwood floors (although it is light wood and I do prefer darker wood). The bedrooms are a little small but overall it is much larger than the other house. It has an open layout with lots of windows and natural light. I have an enormous bathroom (two sinks!!!) and a huge walk-in closet that I absolutely adore. I mean. I've never had a closet like this. It's my dream. And so far it has been a great place. We'll see how I feel after paying rent for the first time on 12/1 but. I actually got to unpack everything and there's only like two more boxes. It was a bit of a pain to get here. Trent and I had to work out a situation where he could come with me and that took a lot of conversations and arguments but we made it here together. Which is cool. And then obviously all the packing and planning and preparing?? Stressful. We did get to have movers, so moving the furniture wasn't as much of an issue. And!!! I got to have a ton of old stuff we didn't want taken to goodwill so no more useless shit around the house. Love that. So. It all worked out. Starting a new job is always rough for me. My new manager did lie to me a little bit about the training program. In the interview I asked what it would be like starting and she told me directly that I would be working with customers on my first day. Which turned out to just be a flagrant lie. I was in teller training for my first two weeks. Two weeks. Teller. Wtf. No. So I finished all the online stuff on my first day and then just sat and read the NYT for two weeks. Literally. Except for one call every day from 11:00-12:30. In which I sat and half listened, and mostly read the NYT. I did enjoy reading though. I read all of the ethicist articles and went back through 2013 on the social q's articles. I think that I enjoyed social q's more, but probably just because I disagree with so many things the ethicist says. Also?? The ethicist acts more like an advice columnist (like social q's) whereas he is supposed to be talking about the ethics of the given situation. Not what you should do for the best outcome for you, but what the ethical ramifications/solutions would be. So. Um but I learned a lot and was thoroughly entertained by the utter nonsense people write in. People are wild. I must tell you. But I was still bored and felt tortured. Next week I have to drive up to Portland for the entire week (Mon-Fri) and do my banker training. So dumb. The other day I full ass opened an account (although I guess I wasn't supposed to) and it went totally fine. Like obviously I know what I'm doing. I don't need to learn the products or the system because I'm actually good enough at my job to do it without knowing every detail. I'm not going to memorize the products here because I just end up share, show, and pointing anyway. Like the customer will listen to you yap for about 2 seconds but if you show them a pretty screen that they can look at they will pay more attention. Gonna bring up the product on key.com anyway. So what's the point? I am excited to go to Portland though. I like Portland and I'm staying in a nice hotel and I get to drive instead of fly. And I get to see Jonno which is awesome cuz I haven't seen him in so long. It'll be nice to have a break from my life here I think. I just gets boring and overwhelming. Which you wouldn't think could happen simultaneously, but it can. Ummm what else? The people I work with here are much better than at Chase. So far. The branch is only women, which I love. And they are all relatively nice ladies. A little gossipy for my taste, not so into that. I think it's mostly just the manager though. She lovessss me. I do not know why but she thinks I am God's gift. I mean I knew she felt that way after the interview but she will tell me anything and really lets me do whatever I want. It's fantastic. I can't speak to how competent she is but honestly whatever. As long as it doesn't affect my numbers I don't care. It's not like she's a Nate; throwing tantrums in the office and yelling at customers. Asking me to do her job. Disappearing for hours with no explanation and then acting like nothing happened. Falling asleep at lunch and not coming back without calling or anything. Lmao. After a Nate, I think I could handle a slightly lacking manager. Key Bank is a lot more like US Bank than Chase. There isn't really a dress code and everything is much more casual. The company culture is more diverse and less forced. The training at Chase was much better, not that I needed it in that situation either, but at least the trainers were engaging and interesting. At both Key and US the trainers just blab at you and don't really expect participation. I was kinda interested in being a trainer at Chase cuz they're really cool and they get paid a lot and their lives seem awesome but I would never want to do it anywhere else. Anyway. I don't know. I guess that is the biggest update. Um I also cut all my hair off. I was tired of my look and I wanted a change. So I cut it off and dyed it black. I've always wanted to. I love it. I think it is much more me. I'll post pictures later. My stylist is really cool too. I've never enjoyed going to the salon because the stylists are so chatty and I normally hate them but this is one is really cool. We have a lot in common and she's around my age. So. I'm actually excited to go just to see her. Haha. I don't know. So many changes and yet I don't really feel like anything has changed. I've asked for more changes, I need more changes, but there is only so much I can do myself. I'm a weak person. I don't really know what to say. I have been having a lot of nightmares recently. Sleep has not been good. Which makes life hard for sure. I have nightmares pretty frequently, but more so in the winter than any other time of year. Awful, horrible, terrifying nightmares. Where I wake up and I'm anxious and sad all day. It sucks. I become afraid to sleep. Oddly, it is only night time sleeping when it happens. Because like if I sleep after work or like today, I nap during the day, I don't have the nightmares. It's strange. I wonder why that happens. I guess that's really all. I should write more but my life is boring now and I'm boring now and it just doesn't seem worth much to write about me and what's going on anymore. Recently Jonno asked me what I've been writing and like on a general whole?? Absolutely nothing. I write little poems about this and that here and there but nothing big or important or inspiring. I'm lame, I'm boring. I hung out with Zach the other day for the first time in a while and I felt out of place. My life isn't how it was before. Full of excitement and adventure and intrigue. Even though I was working at a bank and I was working hard I still had interesting things happen and interesting conversations. I wrote so much more when I was having inspiring experiences. Going through my boxes of stuff I found a shitload of poems I wrote at US Bank. Notebooks full. I would write at work. I would write and draw and now? Like yea I read the NYT but I don't produce anything that's my own. It's so much harder now. I have no ideas. That makes me kinda sad. And Trent is just like, if you want to write more, write more. I guess it's not that simple for me. Or maybe it is and I'm just a dumbass who has issues starting things. It is hard to write/say words when you have none left in your head. I don't know. Oh well. Til next time, Tumblr. I hope all my readers are well. If anyone still reads this lol Happy Thanksgiving.