#I’m developing a migraine. Oh no

[therealkbaji]

So, I know my check engine light and my oil change light. But then I got one for my brake? There's another one that lit up, it's called ABS? Uh, the temperature one too and a can with fluid coming out of also lit up?? Should I come in? :((

-@idezaireu

Deza.

[solxamber]

Sweet Encounter - Rollo Flamme x reader

You really want the parfait that's exclusive to couples. So you you do what anyone would do, pretend a random stranger in the café is your partner of course.

Rollo week d4!

Rollo Flamme just wants to drink his coffee in peace.

But peace is apparently too much to ask for, because before he can even get halfway through his cup, you plop down into the chair across from him without so much as a warning.

“Hey, sweetheart. I missed you,” you say breezily, flashing a quick smile before spinning around to flag down the waiter.

Rollo freezes, staring at you like you just announced you were engaged. “Excuse me?”

The waiter arrives, and you point cheerfully to the menu. “One couple’s parfait, please!”

The waiter beams. “Ah, yes! It’s always so nice to see young love.” He gives a little bow before walking off.

Rollo blinks. Twice. Slowly.

“...What?”

You turn back to him, smiling like you didn’t just drop an emotional nuke on the poor guy. “Don’t freak out, but I really wanted that parfait, and it’s only for couples. So… here we are.”

His mouth opens. Then closes. He stares at you like you're a puzzle he has zero interest in solving. “You thought the logical solution was to pretend I’m your boyfriend?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Pretty much.”

His expression is the perfect picture of disbelief. “Do you do this often? Sit with strangers and declare yourself in a relationship for dessert?”

“Not usually,” you admit. “But today felt special.”

Rollo pinches the bridge of his nose like he's developing a migraine. "This... this has to be a joke. Or some elaborate scheme."

“If I was scheming, I’d at least buy you dinner first,” you say with a grin.

He gives you a long, assessing look. “Do you have any shame?”

“Not when parfaits are involved.” You lean back in your chair, perfectly at ease, as if sitting at a stranger's table and declaring romantic intentions is something you do every other Tuesday. “Anyway, it’s not like you were busy. You were just drinking coffee and brooding or something. Seemed like you could use the company.”

“I was not brooding.” His frown deepens, proving your point.

You prop your chin on your hand, smirking. “Sure you weren’t.”

He exhales sharply, clearly regretting every life choice that brought him to this moment. "Why me, of all people? Why not... literally anyone else?"

“Because you looked lonely,” you say simply. “And a little pissed off, honestly. I thought it’d be fun.”

His eyes narrow. “That’s an odd definition of fun.”

Before you can respond, the waiter returns, carrying a gorgeous, towering parfait topped with fresh fruit, whipped cream, and a drizzle of chocolate. He places it in front of you with a flourish.

“For the lovely couple.”

“Thanks!” you chirp, grabbing a spoon. You gesture toward the other spoon. “Want some?”

Rollo crosses his arms. “No.”

You scoop up a bite anyway. “Suit yourself. Your loss.”

He watches you eat the parfait like it’s a personal affront to his dignity. “You do realize this is ridiculous.”

“Oh, absolutely,” you say, popping a piece of strawberry into your mouth. “But at least now you have a weird story to tell people.”

“Assuming I survive this encounter.”

You snort. “Relax. I’m not that bad.”

“That’s a bold statement from someone who just invented a relationship for dessert,” he deadpans.

You grin, not the least bit fazed by his sarcasm. “You’re kinda funny, you know that?”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“Well, you are.” You take another bite of parfait, eyeing him thoughtfully. “So, do you have a name, or should I keep calling you ‘sweetheart’?”

Rollo sighs, as though resigning himself to whatever strange fate he’s stumbled into. “Rollo.”

“Rollo,” you repeat, tasting the name. Then you introduce yourself. “Nice. Now we’re not strangers anymore.”

“That’s… not how that works.”

“Sure it is,” you say, giving him a playful wink. “We’re practically best friends at this point. Or soulmates. Whichever you prefer.”

He groans. “Why am I still sitting here?”

“Because you’re having the time of your life,” you say smugly.

He opens his mouth to protest—but then shuts it with a frustrated huff. The worst part is, you can tell he’s not quite as annoyed as he pretends to be. There’s the tiniest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips, and you know you’ve won.

“So,” you say casually, “since we’re obviously a couple now, you wanna exchange numbers? Y’know, to keep the ruse going.”

Rollo gives you a flat look. “This is absurd.”

“Is that a yes?”

He stares at you for a moment longer, like he’s seriously debating whether or not to walk away. But then, to your surprise, he pulls out his phone.

“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” he mutters, typing in your number with the air of someone signing a bad contract.

You grin. “Because you secretly think I’m charming.”

“I think you’re a menace.”

“Same thing.”

The waiter passes by again, smiling warmly at the two of you. “Enjoying your date?”

Rollo looks like he’s about to combust on the spot, but you just laugh. “We sure are.”

Once the waiter is out of earshot, Rollo glares at you. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are, giving me your number,” you say, flashing a victorious smile. “Looks like I win.”

“This isn’t a competition.”

“Everything’s a competition if you try hard enough.”

He shakes his head, but there’s a flicker of reluctant amusement in his expression. You can tell he’s not nearly as irritated as he pretends to be.

As you finish off the last bite of parfait, Rollo leans back in his chair, watching you with a mixture of exasperation and bewilderment. “You’re not going to leave me alone now, are you?”

“Not a chance.” You shoot him a grin. “Get used to it, boyfriend.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose but doesn’t argue. And for the first time since you sat down, he looks like he might actually be having fun.

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[buckyshoneybunny]

The White Wolf (Part 5)

Wolf/Alpha!Bucky + Wildlifephotographer!curvy!reader   

W.C. 1564 

Warnings- Cursing, fluff, allusions to smut?? 

A/N- I am so sorry this took so long!!! I didn’t know how I wanted to end it. Yes, this is the end of this series, I may write little drabbles and oneshots for these two on how their future goes. But between classes, no motivation, and being tired I just haven’t had much time to write. I was gonna do this last week but I had a mysterious 4-day long headache that even migraine medicine couldn’t get rid of. Anyway I hope you enjoy!!! Any mistakes are mine. More stories will be coming soon!!  

Taglist- @blackbirdwitch22 @lesleurs @nelachu2423 @shadowzena43 @calwitch @laughterafter @sebastians-love @purplecolordeer

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Masterlist Series Masterlist

Over the next couple of weeks, you and Bucky discussed what your future would look like. You agreed to move in with him, as long as you could keep your job. He agreed begrudgingly.  

Bucky had been out with Steve doing whatever it is they did during the day, when your phone pinged with a notification. Period one-week late.  

Your blood ran cold. Were you, could you be, pregnant? A wave of nausea hits you. You and Bucky were still trying to settle into your new life together, you couldn’t possibly add a kid on top of that. Oh god, what would Bucky think? 

You grab your phone and keys, you run out the door, hoping Bucky wouldn’t smell you and come running. You made your way to Wanda’s cabin and pounded on the door. She lets you in, asking what’s wrong. 

“I think I might be pregnant,” you blurt out nervously.  

Her eyes widen. “Wow um, have you taken a test?” You shake your head. She offers to do some magic thingy to see if you’re pregnant. You are.  

“Oh god,” you groan and sit on her couch, face buried in your hands. “This can’t be happening.” 

She giggles. “What are you worried about? Everything will be fine, Y/N.” 

“Everything, Wanda! I’m still trying to come to terms with everything, I mean, I’m supposedly the mate to a half-man, half-werewolf! A month ago I didn’t even existed! And now I’m pregnant, this is ju-” 

“Y/N, calm down.” She sits next to you and rub your arm. “I know this must be scary, finding out what you thought was just fiction to be real. But Bucky will be there for you, he won’t let you go through this alone.”  

“But what if he gets bored of me? What if he’s not ready for this.” There’re tears in your eyes.  

“You’re his destined mate, Y/N. And the fact that you are pregnant with his child? He’ll be over the moon.”  

“But I’m not a werewolf, or an omega. Oh god, what will having a werewolf’s baby do to me?” You ask, panicked.  

“It doesn’t matter, you’re his mate, he’d never abandon you. I don’t know what it will do to your body, I’ve read that the side effects could be worse or you could have crazy different symptoms then what you’d have with a normal pregnancy.” You look even more worried.  

She thinks for a moment. “I haven’t tested it but I’ve been working on something.” She stands and walks to her desk. “If you and Bucky coat your teeth with this and claim each other, you should be able to feel the connection, and the more time goes on, the more your body will get omega features.”  

She hands you the bottle and touches your neck, something zaps you. 

“Ow! What the hell?” You ask, rubbing said spot. 

“There, you have the start of a scent gland, it could take anywhere from a few hours to a few days to fully develop.” She snickers at the dirty look you send her. 

“So....with the scent gland and this, potion? I’ll slowly become an omega.” 

She nods. “Yes, but you won’t be a werewolf. Unfortunately, I haven’t found any magic that could turn into one.” You nod.  

You chat with Wanda for a little while longer before heading home. When you see Bucky isn’t back yet you grab your wallet and head into town. You head to the local supermarket, you grab a little gift bag, a newborn onesie that says ‘I love my Daddy’, and some tissue paper. You also grab some chocolate, munching on it to help calm your nerves.  

You get home and set the little bag up, then start on dinner. You use the fresh herbs and veggies from the pack garden, they have just about everything in there, even sugar canes! 

You get the fireplace going and put on some soft music, hooking your phone up to the speakers Bucky installed when he learned you loved music.  

Bucky trudges up the steps, his shoulders aching. He and the guys had been working on clearing land, they wanted to make their own shops and whatnot, to limit having to go into town. He leaves his muddy boots outside, not wanting to track it into the house.  

He walks in and is hit with the scent of a home cooked meal and you. He sighs at the warmth the fireplace is giving off and smiles when he hears you humming to the music. He stands there and watches you for a moment before coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

You jump but relax when you realize it’s him. He buries his face into your neck and freezes.  

“Babydoll?” He asks, his voice gravelly. 

You turn in his arms to face him. “Yes?” You ask nervously.  

“What is this?” He cups the back of your neck, his thumb rubbing the spot in question.  

“A scent gland, Wanda gave me it. It’s surprise 1 of 3.”  

His face is unreadable for a moment before a groan rumbles through his chest and he leans down to nose at the scent gland. He nips it, causing you to shiver. 

“Tell me,” he licks your ear before nibbling on it. “Are you one of the surprises?” 

“No,” you giggle. “But I can be an add-on.” 

He hums and presses his nose to your hairline, taking a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I love you,” he says softly. 

At your whispered ‘I love you too’ he feels warmth spread through his chest. He nudges your nose with his. 

“When will I get these other surprises?” 

“After dinner.”  

He hums and gives you a loving kiss. He showers while you finish dinner.  

As you set the table, he comes out in those grey sweatpants you love so much hung low on his hips. His already half-hard cock visible, making it clear he has no underwear on. He’s shirtless, displaying those washboard abs you love so much. 

You both eat dinner in silence, he can sense you’re nervous. You both clean the dishes, while he finishes wiping the counters down you grab the gift bag.  

You sit on the couch and hand him the bag. He blindly reaches in and pulls out the potion first. 

“What’s this?” His brows furrow in confusion. 

“It’s a potion. Wanda said to both coat our teeth when we claim each other, it’ll help me feel the bond and feel it lock in place. I’d be one step closer to an actual omega and connected to you.”  

His eyes shine with excitement and lust. “You’d want to be an omega?” You can hear the joy in his voice. 

“Yeah,” you smile. “But I won’t become a werewolf.” He deflates a little but nods, the thought of running through the woods in y'all's wolf together running through his mind. 

“What made you want to become an omega?” 

“Well, I wanted to feel the connection that you’ll feel, feel even closer to you. Plus, it’ll also help my body with what’s to come.” He gives you a confused look and you nod to the bag. He pulls out the onesie. As he reads it, his heart stops and eyes widen.  

“Babydoll....are you.... pregnant?” 

You nod. “I know we haven’t been together long and we’re still adjusting. Bu-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss. He leans his forehead against yours. “I’m going to be a dad?” His steel blue eyes sparkle with unshed tears. 

You cup his stubbly cheeks. “You’re going to be a dad, Bucky,” you whisper. Your own eyes glisten with tears.  

He laughs and hugs you. His heart swells with pride. You, his mate, is going to have his pups. 

He makes love to you that night, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He gushes excitedly to Steve the next day and rubs the news into Sams face. Everyone congratulates you over a barbeque. Bucky already has plans of how he wants to expand the cabin, add on for your future family. You’re already planning on how you want to decorate the nursery. 

Seven months later..... 

You sit in the rocking chair in your new nursery. You watch your husband with a fond smile as he puts the crib together, insisting he wanted to hand make everything. The pile of gifts from your baby shower sits in the corner, ready to be put away.  

You can feel Bucky’s excitement, the permanent bite mark on both yours and Bucky’s neck sealing the bond. You rub your swollen belly, the ring on your finger shines in the sunlight that streams through the window. 

You couldn’t wait to meet your baby girl, Winfred, Winnie for short, after Bucky’s mother. He talks about her all the time; you know he misses her and the fact you’re naming you guys first daughter after her means the world to him. You knew that’s what you wanted to name her the minute he said her name, he cried when you told him. 

As you rock and listen to the music playing softly in the background, you think of how grateful you are you went into the forest, choosing to not listen to the locals warnings.  

You may not know what the future hold next, but you do know one thing, you couldn’t wait to find out. 

[nereidprinc3ss]

I just know Spencer smells so scrumptious‼️

What do u think he would smell like or maybe (if does wear cologne) which one he would wear?

WARNING I GET WAY TOO INTO A HEADCANON AGAIN⚠️

oh let’s discuss bc people are always talking abt the smell of his cologne in fanfics but i don’t rlly see him wearing cologne. he gets migraines easily and often scents (artificial especially) can trigger that. also some people with asd dislike perfumey stuff because it can be sensorially overwhelming. then again im sure some also enjoy it bc of the olfactory stimulation, idk

BUT yeah in terms of spencer i don’t see him being someone who is conscious enough of how other people perceive him to intentionally wear cologne every day. especially younger spencer. i think he would smell nice but like… just clean. like bro isn’t dousing himself in dior sauvage or axe body spray every day, yk?

later seasons spencer tho seems to develop a bit more of a mature personal style and i can see him having a cologne that he uses every once in a while. but it would kinda permeate everything in his room and linger on his clothes so he wouldn’t need to wear it all the time for you to be able to smell it

i think for himself he’d pick something more gender neutral. im also envisioning him as someone who’s likelier to pick a scent that evokes a place or a feeling, like storm over a jasmine field, which is a demeter fragrance i think?

i can also DEFINITELY see him being into the mason margiela replica scents. like whispers in the library, by the fire, or my personal favorite, jazz club!! i own all of those but jazz club is so him.

i’ll attach a photo of the bottle under the cut and talk abt why it’s spencer reid coded bc im crazy and ive thought abt it a lot

first of all it’s classy af looking and smelling and also very like simple and elegant so i think the aesthetic of the bottle would appeal to him lol like the twine around the top?? the color? would fit so well in his apartment

also ik you must be thinking why would he want to smell like liquor and cigars but it doesn’t RLLY smell like that, it’s kind of like this really rich warm ambery sweet smoky musky situation. it’s got some pepper notes too. it’s just so fucking good and it really does give the vibes of being in like an old jazz club made of dark oak and brick and people are smoking and drinking and being lit but it doesn’t rlly make you smell like booze. it’s giving that one scene where he goes to meet ethan in new orleans. it’s also not overwhelming but it does make a bit of a statement, it’s a unique scent. idk EYE think it’s sexy, i wear it when i go out w friends if i wanna be sexy and mysterious, it IS a VERY sexy and mysterious scent imo

anyway i got WAY too into this i’m sorry😭 i feel like jeremy fragrance

but i highly recommend it

and also i LOVE a unisex scent and am very passionate abt the fact that i think spencer would lean toward that as opposed to like versace eros or some other hyper macho bull jizz cologne. i think he’s so hot for that (something i decided he does just now😁)

[thejujvtsupost]

Smitten: The Best For Me

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Notes: F!reader, fluff, developing relationships, sorcerers have soulmates/soulbonds, making it official.

Living with Gojo was hard to adjust to. You didn’t have to cook or clean despite wanting to pull your weight.

“Baby you can’t even walk right now and you shouldn’t be worried about it anyway. Your only job is to keep resting and getting better.” You weren’t used to having someone take care of you. You were on your own so young, struggled to make it for the last twenty-something years of your life, and not having to worry about the basics was new.

He would leave for work in the morning with a kiss on your forehead and a reminder to text him if you needed anything at all. You were still learning about the jujutsu world, about soul bonds and what he was, who he was- the strongest sorcerer alive and a teacher to a group of really great kids he cared about.

Oh, and apparently you weren’t the only one who loved his eyes- whatever. You’d be the one who loved them the most then. He kept them covered while out but didn’t bother as often around you.

Of course he was prone to headaches because of them, though. You learned he really enjoyed a nice nap when he got a migraine, he was resistant at first but you encouraged him to take a break. As soon as you ran your fingers through his hair, he was knocked out. You were a calming presence to him. It was one of his favorite pastimes now.

Every evening, sometimes night, when he came home he greets you with a kiss on your cheek instead of your forehead. He’s been very quiet about the nature of your relationship but cuddling and actual kisses between the two of you were very common.

He was scared to bring it up, what if you wanted something different? He knew you had mutual feelings for him but you just didn’t necessarily know that your feelings were real. You fell for him so hard and quick that it gave you whiplash, but it was valid. He didn’t want to rush you and risk scaring you away with too much commitment so soon. There was no one else for him, you were the best there is.

Two weeks passed before it came up again. You were worried he was unhappy to be stuck with you- a non sorcerer who couldn’t fend for themselves. When you brought it up again, hard as it was with your own fear, he was a mess.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re… happy? I know I don’t know a lot about your society yet but I know I’m probably not- well not what you expected or maybe wanted to be stuck with…”

“Baby what the hell are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you- where did you get the idea I wasn’t?” He sounded frantic.

“You haven’t mentioned being together so I thought maybe you might not want to and just wanted to be casual or something-” your voice was small, you might’ve misunderstood the situation.

“I didn’t want to rush you into anything, you’re still learning and everything is new and you’re probably not ready for-”

“Oh my god shut up ‘toru.” You leaned in and kissed him to settle his worries.

He broke the kiss first, still urgent, “be mine?”

“Obviously, don’t you know I already am?” He kissed you so deeply after that.

He was panting when he broke away again- to your annoyance. Was it a crime to wanna kiss your new boyfriend or something? “Are you sure? You know I’ll still look out for you no matter what.”

His life was dangerous, but you knew he protect you against everything. You were safe wherever he was, and you wanted to be right by his side regardless.

“Stop preventing me from kissing my boyfriend and kiss me back, idiot.” You sounded too fond for his heart to handle. So you instead of waiting for a reply while his brain buffered, you shut him up again with another kiss, soothing away his worries.

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[loonarmuunar]

Epithet side effect headcanons that somehow turned into disability stuff while I was writing 👍👍 (these are kinda angsty I did not intend for that to happen but uh here we are—)

Molly — sometimes if she overuses her epithet, it can almost “nullify” her mind in a sense, giving her short-term memory problems on occasion. Usually it’s mild and doesn’t have much effect, just normal everyday forgetfulness, but when it’s bad, her head gets really fuzzy and she can’t focus or remember anything, she gets awful migraines and headaches, and she has a sort of feverish mind (y’know like when you’re so sick ur head feels Weird and u can’t Brain right). It’ll go away pretty quickly as long as she rests, but uh. We know she ain’t getting much of that.

It’s really Stressful and frustrating for her, because she KNOWS she forgot something but she can’t remember WHAT in the slightest.

This doesn’t happen very often thankfully since she doesn’t strain her epithet much, it’s like a once-every-few-months kinda thing.

Giovanni — got this one from a fic, Giovanni has a lot of sodium in his blood (cause soup, salty) which gives him wonky blood pressure, and it causes chronic nosebleeds. I like this one a lot cause I used to get nosebleeds on like a weekly, and in the summer, daily basis as a kid.

He got his first nosebleed in late spring when he was about 5 or so, just running around outside. He didn’t notice (and trust me when I say it can be HARD to notice) for a LOOONGGGG time. He ended up losing a LOT of blood. When you get a nosebleed it can sometimes run down into your throat and you’ll start spitting up blood it’s Uncomfortable and Gross. Anyways he went back home, went “hi moms :3 *soaked in blood, choking up blood*” andddd they Freaked Out.

He’s anemic because of it, and has to take iron meds. If he forgets to take them he gets really dizzy, and if it’s particularly bad, he can faint.

Sylvie — Narcolepsy. And insomnia. You can have both (and from what I know, they often go hand-in-hand), and he is Not having a good time.

He’s exhausted during the day, he tries to take stimulants to stay up but they don’t always work. When it’s night, he can’t go to sleep for the life of him, and if he does, he wakes up very often. It’s Not Fun. Sometimes he just gives up, and sleeps all day, then works all night.

Mera — We know the side effects, but I’m gonna mess with it a bit (aka I’m projecting). The muscles around her joints are really weak and frail, meaning it’s looser, so she has Hypermobility. Possibly also Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. She’s got a lot of joint pain on top of her regular pain.

She’s got it b a d, if lifts her arm up too high it’ll jerk and she’ll be like “oh yup. Dislocated again.”

She’s absolutely COVERED in bruises and scars, whenever she has to get stitches it constantly tears. She heals horribly. She’s starting to develop arthritis as well.

Medication usually doesn’t do anything for hypermobility related pain, if you’re lucky it’ll take the edge off. Indus helps her out with heatpads and stuff, but other than that, she just has to tough it out.

Indus — nothing. Have u seen this man?? He probably drinks disgusting high vitamin smoothies every morning, he eats full proper meals, dude is in PEAK CONDITION. If he did have any side effects it would be completely negated by his sheer healthiness. Diseases and conditions fear him.

He is however that One Person who is prepared for Everything and will help u if u need it. He carries medication and heatpads for Mera in case she forgets them, as well as bandaids and antiseptic wipes. He’s just a Good fella… <33

[xoxoxkisses]

Slowly losing you

Muichiro x fem!Reader

warnings: angst

muichiro’s pov

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We had been friends for years. Y/n was a sweet girl. She was perfect in every way. She was kind, beautiful, smart, and so much more. In all honesty, I fell in love with her.

Everything ended April 8, 2004. ————————————————————————

“Y/n! We need to go, it’s starting to storm!” Thunder cracked in the sky as I said that. She looked at me, not with worry, but with amusement. She smiled at me as I smiled back at her. She stood up quickly and ran as she called out, “Last one home is a rotten egg!” She began running as I quickly got up and chased after her.

Unfortunately we didn’t beat the rain, but that was fine. We were having fun chasing each other back home. As we reached the hydrangea bushes, the rain was flowing down the steps. I was in front of her now. “Y/n, we have to be careful going up the steps, ok?” She nodded, and I ran up the steps carefully.

She was behind me, the two of us were laughing together. We knew we would both be catching a cold tomorrow, but that was fine.

I reached the top of the steps as I turned to watch her. Just as I did, she slipped. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. Her foot slipped from under her and she crashed down onto the steps. Her head hit the edge of a step as she began to slip down. I ran down the steps not caring if I was careful or not and I picked her up.

“Holy crap Y/n! Are you okay?!” She looked at me confused, until suddenly she began laughing. “I’m fine Mui.” I scanned her with worried eyes before she put her hand on my shoulder, assuring me she was okay.

We didn’t chase each other after that. We walked home slowly. We reached her house first, as we walked in her mom saw us. “Oh my- kids you need some new clothes!” Her mom ran into the spare room to grab me some clothes and back into Y/n’s room to grab her clothes.

I changed first, I came out of the spare bedroom and sat in the living room with Y/n’s mom. I loved her mom, she was a very kind woman. We sat in silence waiting for Y/n before I remembered Y/n’s fall. “Um, while we were coming home, Y/n fell on some steps and hit her head.” Her mom turned to me with a shocked face. “Oh goodness! I’ll keep an eye on her, thank you for telling me.” I nodded as Y/n came out of her room. She looked sort of disoriented, but other than that she looked fine.

Her mom let me stay the night. And as I predicted, the next day me and Y/n were sick. ————————————————————————

At first it started as a mild migraine. Then it exceeded to a migraine that wouldn’t go away. Y/n stopped coming to school. She couldn’t handle the bright lights or the noises anymore. She stayed in her dark room with earplugs in her ears to stop the noise. No one knew what was going on. It didn’t take till Y/n began to experience seizures that we realized something was wrong.

Her parents took her to the hospital after the first one. And we learned she developed a head injury.

Unfortunately, we all took action too late. Just a week after being admitted to the hospital, Y/n died in her sleep. We were all devastated, her parents lost a daughter, and I..well I lost a best friend and someone I loved.

April 8, 2004, 4:23AM. Her time, and date of death.

Her funeral was held just 2 weeks after her death. I walked up to her casket and she looked ethereal. She was just as beautiful as the day I met her. Y/n was just 13 when she died, I was 14. ————————————————————————

I never met anyone like Y/n. I’m married now, and my wife reminds me of Y/n, but they’re both still so different. I also have a little girl, and I named her after Y/n.

I still miss her after 10 years. I visit her grave on holidays and her birthday. Her parents adopted a cat a year after her death. Y/n loved cats but couldn’t have one since she was allergic. The world changed after Y/n’s death. The steps she slipped on were remodeled so it was nearly impossible to slip, even when it rained.

I miss Y/n more and more every day because I know she should still be by my side. I blame myself for that day, if only I didn’t run up the stairs first maybe she wouldn’t have been influenced to do so, and maybe if I took the other route home she would’ve been ok.

I still have a long time till I see her again, and I can’t wait. ————————————————————————

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

If You Can't Dance 6

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, other possible triggers. Proceed with caution.

Note: this is what you get when you encourage me. Please leave any and all feedback! 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Part of The Club AU

Orientation ends but your day is far from over. Your small group, Jensen, G, Marc, Dharshi, and yourself are shown around the building. It’s nice. The office spans the single floor with ample space for all the staff and then some.

Jensen is shown to his office first. He smiles at the rest of you, telling you to send any questions his way. Jonathan confirms this but assures you he will be just as available. Next G silently and somberly enters the doorway with his name on it and shuts the door without thanks. Marc is next, then Dharshi.

You’re the last one left. A spike of paranoia needles behind your ears. What if you don’t get an office? What if you didn’t make the cut? This is why you hate offices. You don’t understand the politics.

“And this is you,” Jonathan taps on the last door. A corner office. Your name is on the door. You frown as you read the title underneath.

“I’m not a senior developer,” you face Jonathan and stare at his top button.

“Oh, dear,” he steps closer and you shuffle back, you can smell his cologne, “I’ll be certain to have that corrected. I hope you don’t think this oversight to be any sort of slight.”

You shake your head. You don’t think much of it. Mistakes happen.

“Let me know if you require anything else. I’m just a few doors down,” he points down the next hall, “I do prefer to stay close… to all my employees.”

“Mhmm,” you nod and turn to the door. You stop yourself. You don’t want to be G, so gruff and silent. Things are different here, people expect you to be normal. You turn your head, “thanks,” you say over your shoulder.

“Anything,” he replies. “I’ll let you get settled.”

You turn the handle and let yourself in. The door clicks gently behind you as you let it go. Before you can even get to the desk, you’re struck by a horrid smell. Pollen. You put your bag down and search for the culprit. A crystal vase of tall gardenia and baby breath stands on the corner of the desk.

You touch your temple and scan the office. There’s tall windows along the walls, giving a nice view of the outdoors. You prefer your walls and your under desk heater. You go over and twist the small crank to open the pain and let in the brisk air.

You already feel the nail pounding into your skull. You don’t think you packed any allergy meds, you didn’t think you’d need them this time of year. You can’t keep the flowers in here. It’s a nice gesture but it’s hard to focus on code when your eyes are bleary from a raging migraine.

You take the vase and carry it to the door. You peek out, checking to make sure you’re not seen. You hate to come off as rude.

You quickly flit down the hall and find your way back to the break room. You have the basic layout stamped in your mind; bathrooms, break room, and meeting rooms. You put the vase on one of the tables and skirt out.

You get back to your office and stand in the strange space. You’re never going to be used to this. You’ve wasted enough time. You have to get set up. 

You unpack your laptop and your special ergonomic mouse and keyboard. You connect to the monitors already set up and adjust the height and angle. You plug everything in and finally sit down. You drop your head forward, clutching it with a groan. Shoot, your head is pounding.

It’s a helpless bid but you dig out the Tylenol from your bag and toss back two tablets. You sip from your large water bottle and swivel in your chair, trying to find comfort in the thin cushion. You’ll have to bring your pad from home.

You grow more and more frustrated as everything around you is wrong. The desk isn’t the right height, the chair squeaks, and the monitors won’t tilt how you want them. No, it’s not the office, it’s you.

The headache doesn’t relent. You only get halfway through the instructions of connecting to the company server before you have to tear your eyes away. You drop your head down onto your crossed arms, bending over the desk as you breathe through the wave of nausea. It’s a full-blown migraine.

Your eyes are watery as you fight to keep yourself together. You should call it a day and go home. At this point, the only way to deal with it is to sleep it off. No, you won’t leave on your first day. That would be a bad look.

You raise your head shakily and prop your head up in one hand. You whimper and make yourself finish your first task. Connected, that’s great. Now, the slack chat. Oof, that’s a lot of font. A lot of messages. 

You scroll through, catching up, then a new message pops up from a senior developer. You recognise his name from the meeting; Timothy. He says hello and you type hi back, the two clacks of a key echoing in your ears.

Three dots pop up almost immediately. He’s typing. He sends through a large block of text and you nearly whine. It’s an exhaustive rundown of procedures and expectations. You don’t understand why this wouldn’t be in a PDF. It ends with, ‘Please review and confirm that you understand’.

You sigh and start reading. The words don’t sink into your mind. You can’t string them together as the effort is enough to make a tear teeter on the brim of your eyelid. You wipe your eyes and sit back. 

A knock makes you jump. You want to scream but that will only make matters worse. So you bend over and take a shaky breath. You push yourself up to your feet, walking with light steps across the office. You stop before the door and brace yourself, forcing your posture straight.

You open the door, unsurprised to find Jonathan on the other side. You got the feeling earlier that he wouldn’t be shy. It is his job to supervise his employees, you suppose you’re just not used to more than a Teams message or quick email.

“I… I saw the flowers in the break room,” he says, “you don’t like them?”

You flutter your lashes. What does that matter?

“Oh, uh, I just thought… they’re so nice I’d put them out for everyone to… enjoy,” you eke out the last word as your eyes gleam and you put your palm to your head as it feels ready to split.

His expression shades to concern, “are you unwell?”

“It’s just… a migraine,” you say, “I’m okay.”

You back up and go to close the door. He stops you as he puts his hand on the wood, “a migraine? Was… Was it the flowers?”

“I…” you swallow, “it’s not a big deal.”

“I am so sorry. I wish I’d know. Darling, you’re more than welcome to take the half-day. You will not be docked the hours,” he plays with a button on his shirt. “I feel so awful.”

“You couldn’t know, uh, but I can get through–”

“No, no, I insist, take care of yourself here. We are all about employee first. You must be healthy to be efficient, please,” he spreads his hand over his chest, a heartfelt gesture, “you must go home and rest. That’s an order.”

You don’t have the strength to argue. Just like the first night you met. That fact embarrasses you. He can’t help but catch you at your very worst.

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

the nanny part 4 | hangman x reader [saturn]

note: after what feels like ever (it was a month) i'm finally back! between my organic chemistry class, life stuff, generally feeling like ass with the weather transition from winter to spring to summer back to winter and then summer again here in michigan... i've been suffering from some pretty bad headaches and migraines from the change in pressure. but i'm pretty okay right now

warnings: none? not angst, angst.

word count: 2.4k

not beta'd. we die like goose

inspired by: @roosterforme

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Over the next few weeks turned months, you and Jake had developed a sort-of routine. Some nights you would be sleeping over in his guest bedroom while he was out late with the rest of the squad, and some nights you were out the door after making dinner for an exhausted pilot so you could help Penny at the bar and he could spend quality daddy-daughter time with Avery. 

You had been working for Jake for around four months, Avery was already 8 months old, the holiday season was right around the corner and, unfortunately, that meant that there was no chance for you to be able to make it back home to see your girlfriend or her family. Jake wasn’t given any leave time for the holiday season to go back home, and he was fairly certain he was going to be on a boat in the middle of the Pacific for Christmas. 

Jake rolled out of bed after checking the time, he laid in bed long enough to not be able to get coffee on his way into base and with a groan he wandered into the bathroom for a shower. He was hoping to be in and out before Avery started to wake up, but when he heard your faint voice over the sound of the shower, he knew he could afford a few extra minutes in the steam while you got Avery awake and fed. 

He was expecting you to be standing in his kitchen, but what he wasn’t expecting was the twinge in his chest at the sight of you holding Avery and bouncing her softly as you work on smashing some avocado for her. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as if you could see his heart racing, and he watches as you dance around the kitchen while Avery giggles away. 

She’s the first of the two of you to spot him, you only notice from the shift of her weight as she stretches her little arms out towards Jake with a “Da-!” He laughs and pushes off from the wall and lifts her into the air before bringing her down and peppering her face and neck with kisses, causing her to giggle harder.

“Well, good morning sailor.” you tease as you scoop the avo into the silicone mat on her high chair. He laughs at your teasing and puts the little girl in her seat. 

“Good morning.”

“There’s a coffee for you on the counter from that place that you took me to-”

“Clifford’s?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Saturn you are a godsend,” he practically moans as he takes a sip and you roll your eyes at his antics. “I’m serious. Thank you so much. I didn’t think I would have time to go on my way into base.” 

You watch him take alternating sips between his coffee and feeding Avery. You take in his still shower damp hair and how his white undershirt is tucked into his dress khakis even though the second he gets onto base he’s going to be changing into his flight suit. 

“Yeah I left Penny’s early today, couldn’t sleep so I made the extra drive to the coffee house.” 

“Well, I appreciate it. There’s some cash in my wallet you can take-”

“Oh no,” you wave him off as you turn to the sink to get started on the few dishes you had dirtied. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t mind treating my favorite boss to coffee here and there.”

“Favorite boss? I’m your only boss.” he says and you throw him a look.

“You’re not my only boss, dad-man. Now go get your bag, you're going to be late.” 

“Yes ma’am.” he gives you a mock salute and you roll your eyes as you take over his spot feeding Avery. He has a foot out the door when he doubles back, “are you going to be out the door as soon as I get home later or can you stay for a bit for a chat?”

“I can stay, is everything okay?”

“Okay cool. I’ll see you later, Sat!” 

A few hours have passed since Jake left this morning and Avery is getting restless, she’s just starting to stand and you can tell she’s itching to start running. It was perfect timing as you also had received a text from your other boss. You pack a small bag for her, some snacks and a few diapers, before grabbing the space themed fanny pack Jake had gotten you for your birthday in October. “Let’s go see if we can surprise daddy while we make a pit stop for the admiral.” 

Jake is confused when he hears your voice followed by Avery’s giggles and babbles echoing throughout the halls of Top Gun. When he finally finds the two of you, Avery lights up, just like she had that morning too. 

“Hey… what are you two doing here?” he asks as he takes Avery from you and you hold out a bag to him.

“Figured I would bring you some lunch. Plus I have a meeting with Beau.”

“Beau? Simpson?” he lets out a small laugh and looks at you as if you grew extra limbs. “How… Why do you have a meeting with Cyclone?” 

“Because, Lieutenant Seresin, I asked her to come here.” Cyclone says as he walks up to the two of you. 

“Sir I-” 

“This must be Avery.” Cyclone says smiling down at the little girl in Jake’s arms before shaking her little hand, “it is very nice to meet you again.” 

Avery smiles and babbles back to him and reaches for the usually stone faced admiral and with a smile he takes her into his arms, not bothered when she starts to poke and pull at all the ribbons on his dress shirt. Jake is shocked, mouth hanging open a little and you just smile knowing that Cyclone is nothing like the admiral that Jake knows.

“Why don’t you and the rest of the Dagger’s take a long lunch.” Cyclone says and from his tone Jake knows it’s not a suggestion and Jake takes Avery’s diaper bag and the bag of food from you before leaving with a “Sir.” 

You followed Cyclone back to his office and took a seat across from him. “How’s Addison doing?” 

“She’s good, excited to start kindergarten and she loves having a baby sister.” he says with a smile and you laugh before pulling out your tablet from its case.. 

“So, I was working on a curriculum for her…” you start and go over the program you drafted for him and his wife to go over with their eldest daughter. 

By the time you and Cyclone walk into the room that the rest of the Dagger’s have taken up residence in, the admiral is reduced to a fit of laughter as he regales you with the story of what his daughter did a few weeks ago. The rest of the squad is wide eyed at their laughing admiral, but Jake is the only one who has already seen the man with his usual grimace. 

Cyclone gives a smile to the rest of the Dagger’s before squeezing your shoulder gently as he leaves back to his office. 

“So, you’re a nanny, a bartender, a teacher, and you can make the admiral laugh? Man, Jake bagged a good one.” an aviator says and you give him a weird look.

“Excuse me?” 

“Harvard, shut the fuck up.” Bradley says and this Harvard character you just met laughs.

“Well, on that note… Jake, Avery and I will see you later?” you say and Jake nods before passing Avery back to you. 

“I might be a little late, but I can pick something up for dinner?” he asks and you nod with a smile.

“Of course, dealer’s choice.” you say with a smile before heading out. You make a quick pit stop at Target for some new clothes for Avery since she’s already starting to outgrow some of the clothes that she had. You pick up a few things for yourself before grabbing Jake some new undershirts since they’ve started to disappear. 

By the time you make it back to Jake’s, you have a few hours before he’s supposed to be home. Avery goes down easy for a nap, groceries are put away, his new shirts and the rest of his laundry is in the washer.

The second you pop open a red bull your phone is ringing, the picture of you and your girlfriend when she surprised you with a trip down the Vermont Byways last fall during peak color season.

“Hey Ry.. Perfect timing.” you say with a smile and she laughs on the other end of the line.

“Yeah? The baby down?” 

“Yeah, she just fell asleep and then Jake isn’t due home for another few hours yet.” you take a sip of your drink.

“Well that’s good news! How’s the other job going?” she asks and you let out a sigh.

“It’s good. I have a few parents I’m writing programs and curriculums for but other than that, I’m spending most of my time with Avery.” 

“You know… you can always come home. Do the exact same thing here with our family and friends.” she presses and you can hear it in her voice that she’s hating the distance.

“Ryanne… you know that I can’t, I outgrew Vermont. I’m happy in San Diego, but I do miss you. A lot.” you say and she sighs.

“Are you at least coming back for Christmas? Mom and dad have been asking about you. They think we’ve broken up.” she tells you and you bite your lip before sighing. 

“I’m sorry. I wish that I could get back but I can’t. Jake thinks that he might be getting deployed right around that time but he isn’t sure. So I’m going to stay here on the chance he does.” you tell her and you can almost hear her roll her eyes. “Why don’t you come here? Spend Christmas under the sun?” 

“Does he think or does he know that gets getting deployed?” she bites out and then sighs, “I’ll see what I can do. I make no promises though with the weather.” she tells you and you nod even though she can’t see you.

“Well, either way I’m sorry I can’t make it home and I do love you a lot and I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” she says before hanging up and you sigh, tossing your phone on the table in front of you before kicking your feet up and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes and you will yourself to not start crying. 

Jake ends up getting out earlier than he expected so he stops by your favorite Chinese place on the way home before stopping and grabbing your favorite beer to try and butter you up, so when he walked into the house and heard your gentle sobs coming from the couch, he stops mid-sentence and rushes over. 

“Hey! So I grabbed Chinese from that place you like and I was thinking-hey what’s wrong?” he sets the bags down on the table in front of you and pulls you against him.

“Just,” you sniff and rest your head on his shoulder, “stupid stuff. Ryanne called me today… and I thought that it was going to be an ‘I miss you, how have you been’ conversation but instead it was a ‘when are you coming home? Why are you watching this guy's baby over his parents?’ conversation.” 

“I’m sorry.. I can call my mom-” he starts and you cut him off.

“No Jake. You don’t have to do that. I want to be here with you and Avery. I left Vermont because I felt like there was nothing there for me anymore. Just because I can’t leave, doesn’t mean she can’t either.. And she hasn’t really made an effort to even try and come out here either.” 

“I can talk to Cyclone. See if he can give me a week off or something so you can go back or-or bring Ryanne out here? Spend a week with her here in the sunshine.” he tries again and you look over at him, eyes glassy and red-rimmed and he wants nothing more than to just tug you into his lap and hold you close and kiss every single tear away but he knows that he can’t. 

You sit up and pull away from him, downing the rest of your redbull and slapping a hand down on his leg, “so... my favorite food?” you pump into his shoulder and he laughs.

“Yes, only the best for my favorite nanny.” 

“Favorite? I’m your only nanny!” you laugh as you stand and grab the bags before heading to the kitchen to plate the food. “Do you want to go grab Av? She should be waking up any moment and I’m sure she would rather see your face than mine.” 

Almost on cue, Avery starts stirring over the baby monitor that was placed on the counter. You can hear Jake talking to Avery briefly before he disappears from the vicinity of the monitor in her room, you figure he headed to his room to change. By the time he’s back downstairs, he’s changed into an old Texas Longhorns shirt and sweatpants and Avery is as smiley as ever with her little bit of bed head sticking up on the side.

You can feel your eyes lingering for longer than needed, but seeing Jake with his daughter always made your heart soar. 

Fatherhood suited him. 

You set the plates on the table, even giving a few noodles to Avery on her mat when Jake gets her settled in the highchair. “You said that you wanted to talk about something, before you left this morning?” 

“Yeah uh.. I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?” he says, almost tentatively. “I know that you’re settled at Penny’s but with the impending leave in the next few weeks and the fact that you’re always here early in the morning and usually late at night.. I just figured it would be easier for you? Less commute time and Avery gets pretty upset when you leave at night.” 

“Avery gets upset or you do?” you tease and you swear you see him flush a bit as he shovels sesame chicken into his mouth.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full you pig. You’re teaching Avery bad habits.” you pause for a bit, pushing some food around your plate as you watch Avery taste the noodles you had given her and her eyes go wide and you both laugh. 

“I’ll move in with you.”

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hi oh my gosh welcome back!! glad to hear you finished your dissertation omfg congratulations!! for prompts, idk how specific you wanted/what you were looking for, but how about jace and porter getting caught by one of their coworkers while theyre "on a date" in bastion city (theyre actually there for [handwavey evil plan reasons] but yknow. they need a cover)?

oh rip i did not finish dissertation i finished one part of it 😭 but i am putting her aside now bc im sick of her. we're getting a divorce so i can come back to her door in 2 months weeping. but i digress

mmmmm. yes. i love this prompt it's delicious for me in particular. In my head this is early in their, um, collaboration. Jace doesn’t quite have the hang of manipulating Porter yet, but boy does Porter have his number.

Jace has a headache. This isn’t surprising, because he’s out with Porter on a school night in the godawful sports bar they always go to because it’s the best place to not be overheard. Which means that it’s so fucking loud in here he can feel the sound in his teeth. Which means that he’s approximately twelve minutes away from swallowing down a surge and fucking up his blood pressure. Again. 

Which means, of course, that the only thing that could make this planning session-cum-torture hour better for Jace is if someone saw him and Porter together, in a booth, on a Thursday, heads bent together, very obviously not watching the pro bloodrush championship something-or-other that every other person is screaming their heads off about.

“Jace, Porter, how lovely to see you!” Jace grits his teeth together even harder at the smirk already curling across Porter’s lips, allowing himself one moment of sheer, blind rage at the cruel whims of the universe. And then he puts on a smile that says just how happy he is to see his coworkers outside work, because he is a kind and genuine person and definitely not fighting a migraine and plotting the end of the world with Solace’s newest god of rage.

“Lucilla, darling, how are you? You look stunning, as always,” Porter kicks Jace under the table, “and Zara, of course, hello.” Jace lets more of his teeth out into his smile as he turns to Zara, because she, at least, should know better. She’s wearing a smug grin and has her arm wrapped around Lucilla, toying idly with the taffeta bunched at her hip. Eyes dancing, Zara glances between Jace and Porter, and Jace can watch in real time as she starts connecting dots that do not exist to be connected.

“Love, I think we’re interrupting–” is all Zara gets out (that bitch, Jace is going to hex her shelf in the faculty lounge fridge so all her blood turns into Kool-Aid) before Lucilla is gushing about Ruben’s recent developments to Jace.

“Really, he’s made such progress, I can’t thank you two enough for taking him under your wing. I–” Jace tunes Lucilla out, smiling and nodding in all the right places, and subtly Messages Porter.

If you don’t have a way to end this in the next fifteen seconds I’m going to kill everyone in this room and then myself. Porter sips at his beer, seemingly unaffected, having some kind of nonverbal something with Zara, which really shouldn’t make Jace as upset as it does, except he has a headache rapidly developing into a migraine and is being forced to engage in niceties about Ruben Hopclap of all his students, why not one of the competent Rat Grinders, or even Kipperlily. Gods, how is this his life.

Porter. Do. Something. Then a third Message, just for drama. Please.

It’s always a little creepy to Jace when Porter turns on the charm, because even from their relatively few interactions so far, Jace knows that charisma means very different things to different people. Case in point:

“Ah, Lucilla,” Porter says with an indulgent smile (indulgent? What the hell does he have to indulge?). “I’m afraid Ms. Sool is correct; as wonderful as I know your company is, Stardiamond here gets tetchy when people interrupt our alone time.” 

(Gods. fucking. damnit. This is what Jace gets for letting Porter do the talking. Next time, Jace is just fucking Teleporting away or something.)

Porter’s hand covers Jace’s atop the table (fully covers, Jace does not observe, because why would he) and presses down with just this side of too much pressure as he continues. “It’s a full time job keeping him satisfied, you know, or I’m sure we’d love to keep chatting.” Jace feels the bones of his fingers creak as Porter increases the force of his hand on Jace's. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jace barely manages a nod, his brain fuzzed over in some mix of confusion, fury, and- probably nothing else.

Lucilla’s eyebrows creep up her forehead (almost as high as Zara’s have), and she turns a fascinating shade of periwinkle. Putting a hand to her chest with a (truly unnecessary, if you ask Jace) gasp, she says, “Oh, oh, dear, thank you for saying something, Porter, you know how I ramble on, I’m just so impressed by– oh, and there I go again!” Lucilla’s laugh is musical, because of course it is, and her whole body ripples with it.

(Jace isn’t watching, of course, but he is watching Porter watching, which he refuses to think about until this weekend. Maybe next.)

“Anyway, we’ll leave you two to it, won’t we, babe?” She turns into Zara’s arms, and Zara throws a triumphant wink Jace’s way as they depart. He stares daggers at her back, already weighing whether or not to make this a thing he has to talk about with Porter, whose hand is still covering Jace's.

At least, Jace thinks, his maybe-fractured fingers are distracting him from the throbbing pain in his skull. Fucking hell.

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Sexual Healing

Story Summary and Content - 5,074 words. Avery is on a work retreat with her crush, Cara, when Cara experiences a sudden cardiac arrest while masturbating. Cara’s coworkers have no choice but to revive her using controversial techniques developed from the procedures in Experimental. Sudden cardiac arrest, on-site resuscitation, intercourse with a person who cannot consent. 🏳️‍🌈

Recommended reading: Experimental.

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Avery

“I can’t believe you didn’t cancel this retreat, Grace.” Avery stood in front of the cabin’s bay windows, squinting into the blinding white of the winter storm outside. “We’re going to be stuck here.”

“I’m possibly not the most responsible employer.” Grace spoke from the corner of the living room. When Avery turned to look, her friend and boss was also staring out at the blizzard, her arms wrapped tight around her middle. “I should have believed you, Jada.”

“I was almost a meteorologist.” Jada was sitting on the hearth, her back to the fire. She’d recently changed her protective hairstyle, and was careful about keeping her braids draped down her front and away from the sparks. “Who you really should have believed was Cara. Her migraines are like clockwork with weather systems. She barfed twice on the trip up.”

“I think she’s feeling better now,” Grace said. She peeled her arms off her midsection and raked a hand through her platinum blonde. “She’s just taking a nap to recover some energy. I wish I had done that.”

“She’s been asleep a while,” Avery commented, looking at her watch. “Maybe someone should check on her?”

“If she’s feeling better,” Grace said, “we should get some work done. Go ahead and check on her. Note that I said ‘check’ and not ‘hit.’”

Avery rolled her eyes and hurried back to her room, slipping into the Jack and Jill bathroom connecting her room with Cara’s. She flipped on the light, taking a minute to check her reflection.

No food in my teeth. No flakes of mascara on my cheeks. Hair still gelled back. That’ll do.

Avery always thought she and Cara were a study in contrasts; Cara short and curvy to Avery’s tall and athletic build. Avery kept her dark hair cropped short and gelled away from her face, while Cara wore her blonde hair long and streaked with bubble gum pink. Where Avery was serious and earnest, Cara was sweet and open-minded.

Cara was wonderful, and Avery had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for months.

Avery heaved a sigh and turned toward Cara’s door, knocking. “Cara?”

She leaned closer to the door, listening.

“Cara?”

Jeez. She must still be asleep.

Avery knocked again, then tried the doorknob. The knob turned, and she pushed the door open. “Cara? Are you—” Avery froze.

Cara sprawled on the bed, nude, her hand between her legs.

“Shit!” Avery spun around and stepped back into the bathroom. “I’m so sorry! Oh my God!”

She felt a flush run from her scalp down to her chest and stomach. Then it enveloped her clit. Avery gasped. Cara, for her part, didn’t say a word. She didn’t make any noises at all.

She’s getting off, close the damn door!

Avery reached back for the door knob, trying not to look at Cara.

She was awfully still for someone masturbating.

“I’m s-sorry,” Avery stammered. “Um...”

Did she fall asleep? Faint?

“Hey, I’m not looking, but are you okay?”

Silence. Sweat sprung out on Avery’s palms. She took a few indecisive breaths and said: “Cara, I’m turning around. I just need to see if you’re okay.”

Avery turned, quickly finding Cara’s face with her eyes. The other woman looked ashen, her eyes half-lidded and staring at nothing.

“Cara?” Avery’s voice came out hoarse and wobbly. She hurried over, no longer having to make herself ignore Cara’s naked body. She grabbed her coworker by the shoulder and shook her, hard. “Cara!”

Cara’s head tipped to the side, but she remained otherwise still. 

“Oh my God… HEY! HELP!” Avery shouted toward the rest of the house, then grasped Cara’s face, turning it toward the ceiling and tipping her head back. She leaned over, her last bystander CPR training slotting into place in the foreground of her mind. “Cara, be breathing. Come on…”

The air remained still between them.

“GRACE! HELP!” Avery pinched Cara’s nose and sealed her mouth wide over her crush’s lips.

Not how I wanted this…

She gave Cara two breaths, watching her exposed breasts rise and fall. Someone yanked on the bedroom door as she slid her hands under Cara’s shoulders and dragged her unceremoniously onto the floor. 

“Cara? Avery?” Grace called out.

Jada walked in through the bathroom and stopped in her tracks, staring in shock at Cara’s naked, limp body on the floor. 

“Unlock the other door! We need the first aid stuff!” Avery ran her fingers across Cara’s skin, tracing her ribs and locating the lower third of her sternum. Then she clasped her hands together and rocked her shoulders over them. “She’s not breathing! One, two, three, four…”

Jada flipped the lock and ran out of the room, pushing past Grace.

“What happened? Oh my God!” Grace kneeled across from her. “What do you need me to do?”

“Call 9-1-1! Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…” Avery’s brain slowed down again, struggling to process what she was doing. Her breath came short; she wondered how long she could keep this up and wished she was in better shape. Beneath her, Cara’s body rocked with the force of her compressions. Her head bobbed and her breasts wobbled. “Thirty!”

Avery leaned over, pinched Cara’s nose again. Under her mouth, the other woman’s lips were cool and slack. 

As she was giving the second breath, Jada ran back into the room with an AED, a small duffel, and the poster from the inside of the first aid cabinet installed in the pantry of the rental.

“Yes, I’m Grace Belgrave. I’m at fifty-seven East Mountain Bridge Byway.” Grace sounded harried.

“One, two, three…”

“What do I do?” Jada gasped, dropping down to her knees at Cara’s head.

“…seven, eight, nine…”

“My employee… my friend,” Grace amended, “she’s not breathing. No, we… Avery, do you know what happened?”

“…twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Jada, breathe for her!” Avery watched Grace move out of Jada’s way, and then Avery said: “I found her like that. She… it looked like she’d been touching herself. Masturbating. But I don’t know why she isn’t breathing!”

“Okay, she was found like this. She may have been masturbating—What do you mean you don’t know when someone can come out?”

“One, two, three, four—”

“The snow. Fuck. But you’ll talk us through it?”

Avery looked down at Cara’s body as she continued shoving her weight down between Cara’s ample breasts. The force made her soft stomach rippled and distend with each compression, and she heard huffs of air slip from between Cara’s lips. “…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Breathe, Jada!”

“YES! We have a full kit and an AED. Okay. S-CPR? Really? I… Yes, I did say she was possibly masturbating… yes, we’re willing, I just…” Grace stared at Avery. “They want us to do S-CPR. I saw it on the news, but—”

There was a click and the sound of electronics powering down, and the room went dark. 

“Hello? Hello!” Grace shouted into the phone. “Oh my God, it disconnected.”

“Open the curtains,” Jada said.

“No, let’s get her in the living room! Huge window and the fire, we can see in there.” Grace dropped the phone and crawled around to Cara’s head. “I’ve got her head. Avery, get her feet. Jada, grab the supplies. Now! Hurry!”

Together, they carried Cara’s limp body into the living room, laying her out on the rug.

“I’ll take over chest compressions for a while,” Cara said. “Jada, you’re on breaths. Avery, read us the damn instructions!”

Grace found her landmark and started forceful compressions on Cara. The blonde woman’s head lolled to the side, her eyes still staring into space. 

Avery squinted at the poster. “Choking… drowning… sudden cardiac arrest. Is that it? No! Sexually-mediated cardiac arrest and suspected corsexamine depletion! Sexual-Cardio Pulmonary Resuscitation!”

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

Jada began unpacking the duffel. “Pocket mask, oh… I’ll put that on her!” She grabbed the mask and popped it open, shaking out the straps. As she slid it onto Cara’s face, Avery continued reading.

“‘Start chest compressions, two inches deep at a rate of one hundred per minute. Thirty compressions to two breaths,’ yes… Okay, next step is to connect the AED!” She reached for the smaller red kit and unzipped it. The AED immediately powered on.

“…thirty!”

“Apply pads! Plug in the connector!”

Jada tipped Cara’s head back and wrapped her lips around the valve, blowing a breath into her coworker. Cara’s chest rose. Avery realized Cara’s nipples were hard, prominent and slightly dusky.

She shook herself and dug through the contents of the case, pulling out a sealed packet labeled “Adult.”

“Apply pads, plug in the connector!”

“One, two, three, four…”

“Give those to me,” Jada said. “Keep reading!”

Avery handed the packet to Jada and bent back over the poster. “‘Follow the AED instructions. If the AED does not shock or shocks and advises you to continue CPR, proceed to the next step.’”

Jada tipped open the packet and peeled the backing off the first adhesive pads.

“…twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four…”

“‘Locate the S-CPR kit.’” Avery reached for the duffel and overturned it.

Jada peeled the backing off the second pad, eyeing the diagram before applying it beneath Cara’s left breast.

“…thirty!”

Jada leaned over to give Cara two more breaths, and Avery grabbed the connector dangling from the defibrillator leads and plugged it into the AED.

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” Jada and Cara scooted back. “Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!

Avery grabbed a smaller kit labeled “S-CPR” and unzipped it, tipping the contents onto the floor. She quickly rifled through the items. There were three cartridges labeled “7mg corsexamine-1mg epinephrine auto injector,” several condoms, dental dams, nitrile gloves, lube, and a black silicone dildo in a sealed package.

“Shock not advised. Continue CPR for two minutes.”

“Jada, take this round!” Grace, still breathing hard. “I’ll do the breaths!”

Jada went ashen, but she leaned over Cara, her clasped hands pressing to the reddened skin between Cara’s pale breasts. “One!” Her braids swung as she worked, her face determined.

“‘Following the instructions on the auto-injector, administer one dose of corsexamine-epinephrine to the thigh muscle of the patient.’” Avery picked up one of the auto-injectors.

“Here!” Grace said, reaching out. “I know how to use one of those.”

“…nineteen, twenty—oh my God!” A popping sound from Cara’s chest made Jada freeze up, her eyes wide and her hands still buried between Cara’s breasts.

“Keep going!” Avery said. “It’s okay!”

Grace removed the auto-injector from the tube, which she tossed to the side along with the blue cap from the top of the device. Jada resumed chest compressions. Cara’s feet swayed gently side to side with each thrust.

Without a word, Grace raised her arm and brought the end of the auto-injector down onto Cara’s thigh. There was a click, and Grace counted quietly to herself. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!”

She sat the pen to the side and quickly leaned over Cara, blowing two quick breaths into the mask.

“‘Continue AED and CPR cycles until patient recovers, rescuers arrive, or you are too exhausted to continue. If you have enough rescuers, proceed to sexual resuscitation.’” Avery glanced up at Grace. “I can do that.”

“One, two, three, four…”

“You don’t have to do it just because you’re—”

“I’ve got it!” Avery snapped. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “‘Obtain consent from next of kin if present. If not, proceed according to your state’s updated Good Samaritan laws.’”

“What are our state’s Good Samaritan laws?” Grace asked.

“…thirty!” Jada called out.

While Grace bent over to breathe for Cara, Avery read: “‘Provide sexual stimulation to breasts, genitals and/or anus as rescuer is comfortable. Use included Personal Protective Equipment and lube. Sexual rescuer must follow AED no-contact instructions. Administer another auto-injector after every second AED analysis until all three have been administered, patient recovers, or EMS arrives. Do not stop CPR unless patient recovers or you are too tired to continue.’”

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…” 

“Avery…” Grace said. “You don’t have to. We don’t have to. It’s still controversial—”

“I don’t want her to die,” Avery interrupted. Her voice sounded miserable to her own ears. “I’ve got it.”

“…twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…”

Avery crawled over Cara’s prone body, quickly grasping Cara’s thighs and spreading her legs. 

“…thirty!”

She laid down on her stomach while Grace gave Cara air. Her hands rested on Cara’s hips, thumbs stroking her smooth skin.

Forgive me.

Live to forgive me.

Eschewing the gloves and dental dam, Avery leaned close, her breath caressing Cara’s vulva. Jada resumed pumping Cara’s chest. From this vantage point, all Avery could see was Jada’s hands between two large, swaying natural breasts, and the way Cara’s stomach popped with each pump.

She massaged Cara’s inner thighs, briefly confused, uncertain if she should dive right in or not. If she were making love to Cara, she’d start slow. But this wasn’t love-making, this was first aid. Sexual first aid.

Avery inhaled. Cara smelled like sex, probably from her activities prior to her cardiac arrest.

Who were you thinking of when you came?

She leaned closer, ran her tongue from anus to clit. Cara tasted sweet and tangy. She did it again, and slid her thumbs close to Cara’s opening. 

I could get lost in doing this, she thought, before chiding herself. She ran her hands back up Cara’s thighs, pressed her legs wider. 

“…twenty-nine, thirty!” Jada gasped. 

Avery plunged her tongue inside of Cara, then dragged it up and over her clit. Normally, she’d be checking in with her partner and paying attention to the movements and sounds she was making. She would ask Cara what she liked, what felt good. What she didn’t like. 

But Cara was still limp and unresponsive, her only sounds and movements created by Jada’s forceful chest compressions. At this distance, in addition to the puffs of air, Avery heard her ribcage creaking and her stomach sloshing.

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” With a gasp, Avery lurched backward, lifting her hands from Cara’s skin. “Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” 

“I’ll take over compressions this time!” Grace said

“No shock advised. Resume two minutes of CPR.”

Grace started chest compressions. “Come on, Cara! One, two, three…”

As Avery slid back between Cara’s thighs, Jada asked: “The instructions mentioned, uh, nipple simulation?”

“Yes!” Avery sealed her mouth over Cara’s clit. She looked up from that position, her eyes briefly meeting Jada’s. Jada slid around to the top of Cara’s head and reached down to rub and pinch Cara’s nipples.

Avery slipped a finger inside of Cara.

Come on, don’t die.

Cara

Strong, unexpected sensations pulled her out of the black hole she’d fallen in, alone in her room.

She’d been recovering from a migraine, yes, but she felt incredibly horny. She locked the door, stripped off her clothes, and laid down on the bed. As she touched herself, she thought about Avery. They’d been dancing around each other for months, and now she shared a room connected to Avery’s. She’d been wet just thinking about their proximity.

Her chest ached, and she sucked in a few deep breaths, thinking the excitement was making her chest muscles tense. Then she’d come hard and fast, and the pain had exploded, burning down and around to her lower back and up into her jaw. She’d ridden out the orgasm and the pain until everything went dark.

Now, her eyes were open but blurry, dark shapes moving over and around her. And she felt it all, whatever was going on.

Rhythmic pressure to her chest. Her breastbone shoved down toward her heart, over and over again, creating a burning pain that spread outward from her sternum. Fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. Another finger thrusting in and out of her slit. A warm, wet mouth sucking on her clit.

A mask on her face. The pumping stopped and she felt her lungs inflate with warm air. That’s when she realized she couldn’t move. The air rushed back out of her as soon as the incoming flow stopped. Another breath, and the same involuntary exhalation.

Then hands pressed to her skin and her sternum jerked downward. She heard a familiar woman’s voice say: “One, two, three…”

Grace?

The mouth between her thighs sucked hard, tongue flicking across her clit. Another finger joined the first and curled inside of her. She wanted to moan, but she couldn’t take a breath, or move her hips, or reach out to touch whomever was pleasuring her.

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…” 

Chest compressions?

The pumping motion hurt her. The pain was sharp and burning, and she could feel the structure of her ribcage flex and pop with each thrust. The force sent air out from between her lips and forced her stomach to ripple and budge. She felt her limbs rock.

The compressions stopped, and there was a rush of welcome air down her throat.

Did I have a heart attack?

“Shit, is this helping?” Grace. Then the chest compressions resumed, followed by the fingers rubbing and pinching her nipples. “One, two, three…”

“If the kit comes with three injectors, then it must not be unheard of to use them,” Jada reasoned. “And we’re hopefully keeping her from being brain damaged, right?”

If Grace and Jada are talking, that means Avery is…

Cara felt the muscles inside of her quake. Avery must have felt it, because everything increased in intensity. The fingers pumped in and out of her hard, the mouth on her clit licked and sucked, and the hand on her abdomen slipped down to put light pressure on her anus. 

God, not being able to moan or move…

Grace was breathing hard above her. “…thirty!”

Jada must be breathing for me, she thought, as her chest rose and fell. Is she playing with my nipples, too?

She tried to picture how this must look. Her curvy body splayed naked out on the floor. Three attractive women in business attire crouched around her. Grace’s manicured hands between her breasts. Jada’s full lips wrapping around the pocket mask valve. Avery, her lanky body stretched out on the floor, face buried between Cara’s thighs.

Her muscles pulsated again.

Avery

She felt Cara’s vaginal muscles flex around her fingers, and darted her eyes up Cara’s prone form. Grace and Jada didn’t seem to see anything different, and Cara otherwise lay limp on the floor. 

I hope this is working.

Avery’s hair was damp with sweat. She removed her hands and mouth from Cara’s body and pushed herself upright, reaching up to unbutton her blouse. She was wearing a tank top underneath, and as soon as she had the buttons undone, she tore off the blouse and threw it to the side. Then she reached for the lube and dildo.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Grace leaned back, gasping. “The AED should analyze again soon, right?”

Jada gave Cara another two breaths. “This is your last round.”

Avery quickly tore open the package and drizzled lube into her palm. She pumped the dildo into her lubricated fist to spread the lube, then rubbed the tip of the dildo around Cara’s clit. Grace was pumping Cara’s heart again, and Avery could see her stomach rippling with each compression. After a few seconds, she ran the dildo down to Cara’s opening and thrust it inside of her. She imagined that if Cara were conscious, her back would have bowed and she would have let out a loud moan.

Or so she hoped.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient. Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!” 

Avery pushed the dildo deep inside of Cara and then leaned back. Everyone raised their hands, waiting.

Cara

Oh my God.

She laid on the floor during the AED’s analysis, her lungs burning, keenly aware of her own heart laying still in her chest. Blurry shapes moved around her, but she couldn’t see anyone clearly. Avery had left the dildo inside of her, and she could feel her own lubrication increase, oozing out from around the silicone cock.

“No shock advised. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“Dammit, Cara!” Grace snapped. 

Chest compressions resumed, followed by the dildo pumping in and out of her. She heard a click and the sound of plastic hitting the floor, and then something slammed into her thigh, stinging and painful. The hard tip pressed to her skin for ten seconds before it was removed.

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Chest compressions paused, and she felt another two breaths forced into her lungs. Then, to her surprise, the mask was removed from her face, and a pair of soft lips connected with hers for a deep kiss. A warm, wet tongue prodded her own unresponsive tongue, while a hand found her left breast, capturing it as it wobbled with the force of chest compressions.

Further down, Avery splayed her hand on Cara’s lower abdomen, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit as she pumped the dildo in and out of her slit.

“…ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” Jada’s voice, counting.

“Come on, Cara,” Avery said, sounding breathless. “I know you can feel us. Make your way back.”

“…twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

This time, her head was tipped back aggressively, and fingers pinched her nose hard. The soft lips sealed over her own mouth before a deep breath expanded her lungs. The process was repeated, and then she heard Jada call out: “One, two, three…”

A white-hot pain snapped through the center of her chest before settling just to the right of her sternum. Jada gagged, and Avery exclaimed: “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Cara wanted to scream, but she still couldn’t move. She tried to focus on the pleasure instead.

Avery shifted again between her legs, and she felt her wet tongue replace the thumb, drawing shapes across her sensitive nub. She began thrusting the dildo in and out faster, angling the tip up toward the spongy front wall.

“…eight, nine, ten, eleven…”

Cara wanted to draw panting breaths, wanted to roll her hips, wanted to spread her legs wide. Wanted to thrust up toward the dildo and Avery’s tongue. Wanted to take her own breasts in her hands and pinch her hardened nipples. But she couldn’t move, and her heart refused to beat on its own.

The hot mouth on her own gave her two more breaths, then resumed making out with her, kissing and nibbling her lips.

Arousal, pain, and fear wove through her mind and body. The fear was that they would stop, and that what was left of her vision would fade, then her mind. Then she would be dead.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

Avery shoved the dildo inside of her and then held it there with her other hand. Cara felt the pressure grow and realized Avery was working two fingers inside of her, pushing them in between the dildo and her front wall. Then she rubbed, moving the fingers in short circles. All the while, her tongue kept drawing shapes on her clit.

The pressure was tremendous. Not just between her legs, but between her breasts. Her muscles tightened of their own accord. She felt her vaginal muscles tense, then her entire pelvic floor. Her legs didn’t exactly move, but she felt tension run down the backs of her thighs and into her calves.

“…twenty-nine, thirty!”

Then she came, hard, squirting into Avery’s mouth and over her fingers, her muscles pulsating around the dildo.

Avery

“She just came!” Avery blurted in surprise. “I didn’t know she… would. Or could.”

Grace’s cheeks rounded out as she blew into Cara.

“She’s still not breathing!” Jada gasped, rocking her shoulders over her hands and resuming chest compressions. “One, two, three, four…”

Avery removed her fingers but left the dildo inside of Cara. Her hands ran up and down Cara’s round thighs, and she leaned forward again, pressing a kiss to her mons. “I… Normally, I would stop now, but…”

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…” 

Avery pushed herself up onto her knees, looking down at the scene in front of her. Cara’s eyes were closed now. Avery didn’t know what that meant, or when it had happened. Grace leaned over Cara, stroking her face and whispering something that Avery didn’t catch. Jada gave Cara forceful chest compressions, her hands thrusting down two inches into the other woman’s chest. With each thrust, her large, natural breasts quaked. Her nipples were still erect, drawing circles in the air as Jada worked. The force rolled through her body, forcing huffs of air between her lips and making her stomach ripple. Between her thighs, the dildo protruded, wet and glistening.

“…thirty!”

Grace sealed her mouth over Cara’s and gave her a deep, chest-rising breath. She followed quickly with a second, and then Jada resumed chest compressions.

“I’m going to keep at it,” Avery said. Her face flushed hot. “I don’t want to stop too soon.”

“I agree,” Grace said. She leaned down and wrapped her lips around Cara’s left nipple.

Avery leaned forward and ran her hands over Cara’s stomach as it rippled and bulged, feeling the displaced force as Jada pumped her chest. Her gaze briefly caught on the way Cara’s ribcage bobbed with each thrust, collapsing and then inflating over and over again.

She forced her eyes further down Cara’s body, to the neat triangle of hair above her clit. Grasping the end of the dildo, she started working it in and out of Cara, listening to the squelch it made and trying to match Jada’s rhythm.

The AED interrupted them. “Analyzing rhythm. Do not touch patient! Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!”

They each leaned back, Avery making sure she wasn’t touching Cara’s legs. She scanned her way up and down Cara’s body again, her eyes lingering on the bruises and reddened skin between her breasts, then landing on the white pads and the leads running to the defibrillator.

“Shock advised! Charging. Do not touch patient!”

“That’s good, right?” Jada said. “I think that’s a good thing.”

A loud alarm pealed and an orange button on the AED started flashing. “Press the shock button. Do not touch patient! Press the shock button!”

Grace glanced around at the three of them and then reached over and pressed the button. Cara’s body tensed up and released, and the AED said: “Shock delivered. Resume CPR for two minutes.”

“Fuck!” Grace interlocked her fingers and started chest compressions. Her hands worked hard and fast, her shoulders rocking forward and down. She looked angry. “One, two, three… Wake the fuck up, Cara! Ah, six, seven eight…”

Avery removed the dildo and set it to the side before running her fingers up Cara’s slit. Soaking wet. Avery herself was wet. She wanted to straddle Cara’s leg, grind against her as she worked. Instead, shoved two fingers inside of Cara and pressed the heel of her hand hard against Cara’s clit. “Come on, Cara!”

Cara

The shock felt like someone kicked her directly in the heart. She couldn’t gasp for air. She felt her heart flop and go still for several long seconds. Then it started moving, quivering in her chest but not beating.

Fuck…

The women were all talking around her, sounding more and more desperate. She felt her lungs inflate again, and then hands back on her chest. 

The dildo was withdrawn and replaced with fingers. Avery’s hand worked her hard, rubbing her from both the inside and out.

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

A warm, soft mouth found hers. Not Grace’s, Jada’s. Jada sucked on Cara’s bottom lip.

Oh, fuck… I’m going to come again…

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Time stretched and contracted. She lost track of what happened when. Breaths and compressions, thrusting fingers. The chest compressions still hurt, but they seemed to arouse her now. The feeling of others supporting her life, giving her oxygen, circulating her blood. Giving her pleasure.

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!” The hands all withdrew.

No, fuck!

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient! Shock advised! Charging!”

An ache ran from her lips down her throat and into her chest, then sank to her stomach and pooled between her thighs. A high-pitched alarm sounded.

“Press the shock button! Do not touch patient! Press the shock button! Do not touch patient!”

GAH! Another kick to the chest, and then the hands and lips were back on her again. Kissing her, pumping her chest, working in and out of her vagina.

The ache grew sweet.

I’m going to come!

Her heart twitched back to life. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub.

Cara tried to take a breath, but her lungs didn’t respond. Jada’s lips sealed over hers and gave her what she needed just in time, before the air hunger became intolerable. Grace began pumping her chest again, unaware that Cara’s heart had started beating. Between her thighs, she felt a finger rub the ring of her anus before slipping inside.

That was enough to tip her over. This time, she sucked in a noisy breath. Her back arched and her legs shook. Chest compressions immediately halted, but Avery kept pumping her fingers in and out, letting Cara ride her orgasm to the finish.

Cara came down slowly, taking in ragged gasps of air. She wrenched her eyes open, blinked everything into focus. Avery removed her fingers and let her hands rest on Cara’s naked thighs.

Coughing, Cara gazed up at the trio of women. They each leaned in close, their heads almost touching. They were sweaty, lipstick smeared, hair mussed.

“Hey,” Avery said. She was stroking Cara’s skin in a slow, soothing pattern. “Just lay there and breathe, okay? You just went through a lot.”

Grace let out a huff of air and sagged back on her heels. “Holy shit.”

Jada crawled over to the sofa and brought back a throw pillow to put under Cara’s head.

“Just breathe,” Avery said again. She looked like she wanted to say something else, but she bit her lip and ran her hand up Cara’s stomach to the sore center of her chest. “You’re going to be okay.”

Cara nodded and closed her eyes, surrendering to exhaustion. The last thing she felt was a blanket draping over her naked body, protecting her from the growing chill in the air.

[sopranoentravesti]

Ok I’m FINALLY in a place where I have a minute and brain space to recount some of my Convention highlights:

I got 2 hugs from Nana Visitor. And she told me I look good as a Bajoran, asked me what I do, and when I told her, she asked what I do to take care of myself.

I also got told by multiple people that my eyes look similar to Nana’s (brown eyes next to the nose ridge?)

On Saturday, I wore my Kippah with my cosplay, going from Morning Services to Convention.

At one point, Robert Picardo was talking and John Billingsley was crouching down in order to surprise him and his face turned red. I thought he was having a heart attack.

I put my hand on his shoulder and was like “sir, are you okay,” until someone was like “he’s fine he’s just heckling Bob Picardo.”

Thankfully, he didn’t notice

I was a bit late for my photo with the (present) members of the DS9 cast. They had to bring Penny Johnson-Jerald back, but everyone was very gracious, understanding, and sweet.

“Who am I taking a picture with! Oh my goodness, you are too cute,” she (Penny Johnson-Jerald) also wanted to know my first and last name

They stationed Rosie, my Rollator, “center seat.” Terry Farrell complimented my vest, which I crocheted myself, and very excitedly told me she just learned how to crochet.

(I commented that despite my disability, I am unable to sit still and was taught to cope with hyperactivity and keep myself from fidgeting too bad).

J.G. Hertzler at one point approached me and was like “that [my Rollator] looks handy! Can I take a seat?” And growl chuckled and clapped my shoulder ( Klingon friendly style) when I was like “that is not honorable.”

Later he stopped me again. Apparently, one of his loved ones has MS, uses a rollator, but unlike Rosie, hers is not upright, and they are worried about it contributing to back problems. He wanted to know more, how to find one.

I asked Siddig a somewhat rambling question about Julian’s disability, Eugenics, and how that may have affected his relationship to other disabled characters, and disability in trek vs our Society as a whole.

I had my hand up for a minute and he was like “relax, you got next question” I was kind of embarrassed but then he was like “I don’t think you’re hyperactive, I just want you to not exhaust yourself“

He listened attentively, and he gave a vent like answer where he was like “I see your concerns about Star Trek obscuring / erasing disability… my general thoughts are that we are all racist (i was born in Arab Africa, in Sudan, riddled by geopolitical conflicts, Africans are also racist) we are all ableist, and all have the potential to be disabled . And unfortunately, it’s your job to appeal to me as an able bodied person, and my job to appeal to [another audience member] as a brown person …And why we need to work to change laws first, before we work on everything else. Sorry, didn’t mean to get all political.”

Later, I was sitting outside the venue for mingling because of autism ears and photosensitivity.

And he approached me and was like “hey, how are you doing? I just wanted to check in on you.”

Naturally, I aspirated my saliva and stammered something about avoiding the noise and migraines.

I didn’t think he remembered my name (one point I was attempting to steer around him and he was like “so sorry, sweet thing,”) but later when he was signing my autograph! He did! I did have to spell it, but I usually do anyways bc it’s spelled not the typical way.

At one point, I dropped a change of clothes I had packed and Bonnie Gordon came up to me “Darling, I thought your days as a stripper were over.”

Thank goodness I developed a tolerance for making a damn fool of myself.

There’s so much more. I met many cool people, including several folks I knew previously only on tumblr (hi, @xenobotanist @philosopherking1887 @cardassiangoodreads @ettaberrytea and multiple others I am forgetting just now) I got to hang out IRL with some people from the SidCity Social Club, which previously I only lurked at.

I’m still absolutely filled up with warmth. Like I can take anything

[dutifullyshamelessearthquake]

AAAH Mountain Road is SO PRECIOUS??? oh my heart poor poor nari was going through it! I swear I could feel his frustration!! He wanted to fuss and mother hen but he just…he had no choice but to let his body do whatever it needed 🥺 also I swear he was this close to throwing up on Cyno in that moment omg. Migraines are the WORST and it says so much about him that he’s able to push through it, while still knowing his limits. Honestly I love that about his character both in how you write him and in canon, he is very good at knowing when to push himself and when to ask for help. BUT that doesn’t mean he always likes it when he has to ask for help. He will still have that anxiety or frustration, but he also knows that it won’t get better if he tries to ignore it (something Cyno needs to learn)

also I ADORE cyno and how protective he is!! His guilt over the energy drink tho 😭 also I love how like…safe he seems to make Tighnari feel?? And even when he’s sick (and I’ll get to that) he’s just like..no.. you have a MIGRAINE like he fully understands how bad those are for Nari and would do anything to make sure he’s resting properly. I truly don’t even think he would have minded had he ended up being sick alone cuz in his mind Nari comes first.

I love how low key Cyno is quick to pass out when he’s vomiting?? Or even not feeling well! Like he’s so sturdy normally and maybe it’s cuz he doesn’t vomit easily and when he does it’s such a violent act that he just runs out of air or his blood pressure goes wonky. Idk it’s neat that it’s come up a few times now!! But also very very concerning that he didn’t fight lying down. Granted I know that it’s his go too when unwell but still it really seemed like he was gonna faint for real. And Tighnari clocked that instantly. UHG. They are so in sync I love them

There is something so sweet about them constantly checking in on each other!! Honeslty both characters being sick at once sometimes makes me weirdly anxious? Idk why lol 😂 cuz I still read them anyways and almost always love them! And I LOVED this one!! Them lying in the floor together at the end, nari getting at least a fraction of relief…Cyno… well I’m sure he’ll be fine..eventually lmao. Tighnari i feel like needs to sleep a good 12 hours and Cyno just…idk he had a bad time so I have no idea what he needs 🤣

AHH I'M HAPPY YOU ENJOYED IT!!

Nari deserved all the hugs this fic, I think being stuck on the road is up there with some of the worst places to be stuck in when you're in that much pain. And yes!! He's so strong and determined, and I love that about him. He knows how far he can rationally push his limits and he will do it if that's what the situation calls for. Also yes, he was definitely very close to throwing up all over Cyno 😭

We love protective Cyno. Tighnari definitely feels so safe with him, and Cyno would do absolutely anything for him. I imagine it broke him a little inside that he wasn't up to fussing over and comforting Tighnari ahhh, as you said, he knows how bad they get and he knows just how much pain Nari must be in. He 100% would have settled for being left alone in the bathroom in favour of Tighnari getting some proper rest 😭

YES!! This is one of the examples where things just slowly develop by themselves and I love it, it's definitely become a thing that Cyno gets light-headed easily when he's sick. Adding on to that, I wonder if he has actually blacked out in the past? Because another detail that's come up repeatedly, I think ever since my first Cynari sickfic, is that Cyno has a tendency to just kind of. stand. Like he usually stays standing upright if he's going to throw up, and almost every time without fail, the first thing Tighnari does is gently tug him down until he's kneeling. He knows how dizzy Cyno gets when he throws up.

Also absolutely, I think Cyno was on the verge of fainting and barely held it together here. The stress of them both being sick, this being the second violent vomiting spell in a short time, his body was just ready to nope out of that completely if he didn't lie down.

Ahh I get that! If it helps, I will be sure to include it in the warnings when we're going to be dealing with both characters in a fic being sick!

BUT YES, I love the scene of them both just lying there,,, in my head I kind of imagine that they slept there on the floor together for a while. Like maybe an hour or later one of them would stir and find they're both curled up together on the floor. And the next day they'd spend all day in the comfort of the bed, huddled up together and sleeping off their symptoms. Tighnari definitely needs a good marathon sleep. Cyno,,, I think once he's managed to throw up most of what's making him sick, he also needs a good long rest and plenty of hydration 🥺

[dudadragneel]

Hello guys! It's me!

How are you guys doing?

So. My dear anon who requested the Winter Cabin sickfic, you waited far too long!

FINALLY! THE REQUEST IS DONE!

I'm sorry for the delay! But it's here!

Just a warning: this s*** is long af 🤣

I really hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing!

💜

*requests are open, read pinned post*

Hii Duda, I thought of this idea for a request in a dream (funny I know) okay so picture the scene— SKZ is on break and it’s winter and they’re all staying at a luxurious cabin and y/n is excited to finally get some alone time and rest with her bf Hyunjin. But Hyunjin develops a bad migraine and he’s hesitant to tell her at first because she’s so excited for a romantic getaway but he decides to just be honest with her and tell her how bad he feels. Like he’s SO nauseous and keeps trying to be sick but can’t, We need the “I feel like I’m going to throw up” line somewhere in there because 🤭. Eventually he does start throwing up but then he can’t stop, every time he eats it just comes back up and he may be miserable but his lovely gf and members are always willing to help.

For an idol, having some free time was something as rare as seeing Halley's comet, so whenever they had, they made it worth every second.

This time, their so dreamed break was during the winter season, a time of the year when everything looked beautiful but also, sometimes, gloomy. The boys decided to rent a luxury winter cabin to spend part of their break and you were going as well.

Even though you went to some of their official schedules to keep Hyunjin company, sometimes you had to work or study, so you couldn't make it. So whenever he had free time or vacations, he would make sure that you both did as much as you could.

You were the organized one when compared to the rest of the group, so you were all packed a day before the trip.

Morning rose, despite being extremely cold, the sun was still rising and shining and it looked beautiful. You were going to leave at 7 AM to get to the cabin around 1 PM.

You were supposed to meet at the dorms and from there get on the bus you guys decided to rent and head for the cabin.

Arriving at the dorms, you were met with 8 frantic boys finishing packing.

- Good morning! Really, guys? Really?

You just stood there, at the doorway, with a not-so-amused or surprised look on your face.

- Oh hi y/n!

Han said running from one side of the room to another with a pack of clothes.

- didn't we plan this trip, like, two weeks ago? I'm not even surprised...

You said defeated as you entered the chaotic house and headed to Hyunjin's room.

- Oh, hello my love!

He said, going to give you a kiss and a hug.

- How's everything? All done packing?

- Almost. I'm just looking for my brush...

- You're bringing your painting kit?

- Yes! The scenery is beautiful, I felt inspired. I just can't find that brush...

- The medium-sized one?

- yeah!

- This one?

You said holding the brush in front of your face with a cute smile.

- Yes! You're life saver, babe!

- You left it at my house last time you spent the night.

- Thank you so much!

He packed his painting kit inside his bag before sitting on the bed. But one tiny action caught your attention, a subtle wince and a twitch of the eyebrow.

- What's wrong?

- what?

- you just winced. What's wrong?

- You noticed that?

- Yeah.

- We've been dating for 2 years and I still get surprised by how perceptive of details you are...

- So, honey, what's wrong?

- A teeny tiny headache...it must be from the cold

- Well, if it's from the cold then you gotta keep yourself warm. Put this binnie and these ear muffs. And this scarf.

You handed him a thick black scarf with a small piece of paper attached to it.

- Woah! You made this??

- Yes! Did you like it?

- It's beautiful! It matches any outfit! Thank you so much, babe!

He gave you a kiss and a hug and then stepped a bit away so you could wrap the scarf around his neck.

- Can you grab me that bag over there?

- Oh, you're bringing your camera?

- Yeah! This weather will give us some beautiful photographs!

- I'm bringing mine as well. A polaroid!

- Oh, you don't like my photos then?

He said jokingly and giving you a sassy look

- No, you silly! I just like the vintage touch to it! I feel like they portray better what we're feeling.

- So my photographs are lifeless?

- No, babe, stop.

You said smacking him on the shoulder, which made him laugh.

- I'm just joking.

You helped him finish packing and then headed to the living room to wait for the other members.

After 30 minutes, the dorm was still in chaos, and by now you were just wondering if you'd actually go on this trip.

- Guys, we have 40 minutes to get to the bus. Come on! I'm totally gonna mom you right now, but, make sure you're not forgetting anything and go to the bathroom before we leave. It's a 3 hours drive to the first rest area, so please.

- Wow, you really momed us...

You just dug your head into your hands and laughed.

Finally, everyone was ready to leave and they made sure that everyone was taking what they said they would, Chan and his computer, Felix and his brownie cooking stuff, and so on.

Much to your surprise, the company allowed you to go on this trip alone, without the staff, since you'd be going to a rather distant place.

So the bus was rented by all nine of you and it was a luxurious one, it was spacious, the seats were comfy, there was AC, heater, WI-FI, and some other cool stuff. Honestly, it felt more like a motorhome rather than a bus.

You sat with Hyunjin and he let you be by the window since you felt cold easier, so you could have some sunlight to keep you warm.

- So, we'll be trapped here for the next 3 hours, what do you want to do?

You asked turning to him with a big smile.

- Since we have a table, I'm thinking of sketching some stuff.

- Cool! Just be careful not to get car sick.

- I will.

- And I'm gonna start taking the pictures!

- Right now?

- Yeah! It's the perfect timing! I want to capture the raw moments, no posing, just you being your natural selves.

- Do you have enough tape/film?

- Oh I have plenty! A bag of them, actually!

He just gave a little laugh and turned his attention to his sketchbook.

You spent a good 30 minutes or more taking pictures of the boys and when you were satisfied you sat back down and opened a journal and started to glue them on the pages with little notes about the moments.

In the beginning, everyone was being loud and cheerful but then the duration of the trip hit and eventually, most of them were asleep.

Hyunjin was still sketching, even though you kept glancing at him and noticed he kept dozing off every once in a while.

- Babe, why don't you take a nap for a while?

- Hm?? I'm not sleepy...

He said pouting and rubbing his eyes.

- Yes, you are. I can see you dozing off

- I'm just resting my eyes...the light hitting the white pages is making my eyes sting.

- Really?

You took a glance at the white pages of his sketchbook and almost immediately closed your eyes.

- Oh, geez! Yeah, that's blinding!

You said making a dramatic pose that made him laugh. A laugh that always made you laugh.

- And you babe, what are you doing?

- Oh, I'm doing my journal!

- Now? Wouldn't it be better to wait until we got to the cabin?

- No, I like it this way. It feels more natural, to just let it happen.

- Interesting.

Hyunjin went back to sketching while you worked on your journal. He tried to concentrate on the pages in front of him but that stinging behind his eyes was still persisting, so he decided it would be best to just try and get some sleep.

- You know what, I'm gonna take your offer and get some sleep.

- I'll wake you up when we get to the rest area.

He put his headphones on, reclined his seat, and was asleep within minutes.

You finished your journal and also went to sleep, the weather was cold and the cozy clothes made you feel relaxed.

A few minutes into sleeping, Hyunjin noticed that the stinging in his eyes wasn't going away. Maybe he didn't get enough sleep? He didn't know, or rather, he didn't want to know, because deep down inside he felt a really light headache starting.

He woke up about 15 minutes before the bus arrived at their first stop, and just stayed silent, listening to music while you're asleep.

He was excited about the trip at first but that headache earlier, the stinging in his eyes, and the headache that was coming back now were worrying him. It was one of your first trips together in a while and he didn't want to ruin it for you, he knew you were really excited for it as well.

He felt nervous and disappointed, but he didn't want to worry you, so he decided to just brush it off. But he knew all too well that the stinging behind his eyes was a sign that a migraine was starting.

Before the bus came to a stop, his stomach was already starting to feel funny, he didn't feel nauseous but it wasn't settled as well.

The bus finally arrived at the rest area and they were relieved to finally be able to stand up and stretch their legs.

- Babe, wake up, we're at the rest area.

- Oh, Hyunjin. You're already awake?

- I woke up about 15 minutes ago.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah! Let's go!

The boys went directly to the bathroom and then to the counter to order some food, even though they had brought some with them, most of it was snacks, and they wanted to have a proper meal.

You got yourself some sweet bread and so did Hyunjin.

His stomach was funny but at the same time he was a bit hungry, so he brushed it off as being too much acid from not eating a lot during the ride.

He ate the sweet bread but it didn't sit that well, his stomach felt heavy after and still funny. He tried drinking sips of water to see if it would calm down but it didn't help. So he decided that maybe he would feel better if it was out of his system.

- Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom.

- Alright. I'm gonna eat some more.

He left to the bathroom and locked himself inside one of the cabins. He just stood there, breathing and trying to understand what exactly his stomach was feeling. And the light headache was starting to grow strong.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to throw up or not but something was wrong with his stomach.

He bent over the toilet and gagged, trying to bring something up, as he thought that throwing up might help ease the weird feeling in his stomach.

He gagged a few times without success and eventually one of the members came inside the bathroom making him freeze on the spot.

He leaned his back on the cabin's wall, as his head was beginning to pound from the effort of trying to throw up just a few minutes ago.

He squeezed his head in an attempt to make the pain go away but it didn't work. When he heard the member walk out he bent over the toilet one more time and tried contracting his stomach and gagged again, but nothing but saliva came out, and it certainly didn't ease the discomfort he was feeling. And to top that, the pounding in his head increased again by the effort he was putting his body through. He flushed, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth before walking out to meet with a worried expression on your face.

- Babe, are you okay?

- What?

- Not to be rude or invasive, but you took a long to come out. Is everything okay?

- Yeah. I'm fine. You don't need to worry.

- Okay. Let's go, the bus will leave in a few minutes.

He was trying to stay positive about everything, he didn't want to worry you, not when you were so excited for this trip.

The rest of the ride to the cabin was a mix between being chaotic and sleeping, and they couldn't wait to get there, eat, and sleep on a comfy bed.

The cabin was isolated, luxurious, and rather big. Its interior was mostly made of wood which had a nice contrast with the white from the snow outside.

- Woah! It's so beautiful!

They all said with their mouths wide open. Just like usual, the first thing they did was a little game to decide the rooms, and you participated as well.

In the end, you and Hyunjin got one of the bedrooms with a "king" sized bed.

You all went to your bedrooms to organize your clothing in the wardrobes since you'd be staying there for a little while. After that, the boys went downstairs to prepare lunch, they were starving.

- Let's go downstairs and eat something then we can decide what we'll do today.

- You can go first, I'll be there in a few. I gotta go to the bathroom.

- Okay.

You went downstairs and helped the ones in charge of cooking, prepare lunch.

After you left, Hyunjin entered the bathroom and the light bothered him a bit, there was this strange pain in the corner of his eyes when he tried turning them. His head wasn't giving him a break, it felt like the pain increased little by little as time passed. And to add to his suffering, his stomach wasn't exactly happy about it since earlier.

His mouth kept salivating and everything in his body kept telling him not to swallow any of it.

He just stood there in front of the mirror as he felt his mouth pool with saliva. He bent over the sink and just let it out of his mouth, it was so much it made him gag a little but he didn't vomit. He spat out a few more times before rising his mouth and going downstairs.

Lunch went on as usual, loud and fun. The food was delicious and warm, just perfect for the weather.

After lunch, some of the boys went to their bedrooms for a well-deserved nap, others played video games and you and Hyunjin decided to go out for a while since the snow wasn't as deep as to make a nice walk a difficult task.

There was a beautiful lake near the cabin and that's where you two went for a little date.

When you arrived at the lake, you were just as happy as you could be and Hyunjin was happy that you were enjoying the trip.

You turned around smiling at him and the image in front of him made him feel as if he was falling in love with you for the first time again.

The sun cast a light blue shadow on the snow behind you as well as the little bits covering the trees, and the light on the lake's surface cast a beautiful golden shine on your face. Hyunjin felt his heart racing at the beautiful image in front of him.

- I love you.

Was all he could say while looking at you with bright sparkling eyes.

- I love you too.

You kept on walking alongside the as he took pictures of you. Eventually, you reached a nice spot where you could relax so he sat down and pulled out his sketchbook and started to draw.

- What are you doing?

You asked him turning around and smiling.

- Just sketching the beauty in front of my eyes. I wish I had brought a canvas and paint with me. This scenery is just mesmerizing.

He just sat there taking in the imagery of the place.

But being in the cold was starting to show its effects. His nose was getting runny and the headache got a little stronger, he started sneezing which caught your attention.

- Bless you! You okay?

- Yeah! My nose is a little runny.

He said laughing at you with the cutest face.

- Let's get back to the cabin before we catch a cold.

You headed back to the cabin as the sun was starting to set, which made the place even more magical. You both turned back to look at that mesmerizing view one more and take the last picture of the day.

Getting back to the cabin everyone was sitting down deciding on what to make for dinner. But when they asked you what you wanted, Hyunjin's response made you raise an eyebrow.

- Hyunjin-ah, what do you want for dinner?

- Me? I don't know, I'm not really hungry.

- Really?

- Yeah.

You tugged his shirt and whispered into his ear.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I guess it's just the stress from the trip.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

You just looked at him and nodded, if he said so then why say otherwise?

He let you take a shower first because he knew you feel colder than he does.

The day had been nice until now, but everything started to go south the moment he entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Because of the cold, he obviously took a hot shower, and while that did provide some comfort in a way it also worsened his headache. The temperature of the water relaxed his body which made his blood circulate better, making his head start to pound. For a brief moment, he swayed to the side and leaned against the wall so he wouldn't fall and startle you. He changed the temperature of the water so it wouldn't feel as stuffed inside the bathroom and stopped to take a few deep breaths trying to control the sudden dizziness.

As he did that his stomach twisted making him feel nauseous. He leaned his head against the wall and kept taking deep controlled breaths to ease the nausea. But it was a failed attempt. He covered his mouth to surpass a gag so you wouldn't hear him because he really didn't want to worry you when you were enjoying this trip so much.

He bent over the drain and gagged silently and unproductively before he gagged again but nothing but bile came up.

He rinsed his mouth with water and washed his face a few times, calming himself before turning off the water.

He put on some comfy clothes and took a look in the mirror and notices how his complexion looked a little tired but he could try to lie to you by saying it was because of the cold. Even though he knew deep down you would notice something was off.

His head suddenly stung with pain and the dizziness washed over his body once more, he felt the floor sway beneath his feet and grabbed the edges of the sink for support, and crouched down before the worse happened.

He took deep breaths and tried to focus his eyes on the tiles of the floor.

When he deemed it safe, he stood up carefully and washed his face before leaving the bathroom.

Once out, he was met with a rather worried expression on your face.

- Babe, are you okay?

- Yeah. It's just because the bathroom was warm after the hot shower and I didn't want to leave.

He said laughing a little trying to cover what once was a slight headache and now was a pounding migraine.

He tried to brush it off but his body said otherwise. Suddenly his head stung making him squeeze it in an attempt to ease the pain away. Now he wouldn't be able to continue with the farce.

- Hyunjin, are you really okay?

- No.

He said almost breaking down but stopping before crying and making that pounding even worse.

He didn't want to ruin your trip or worry you, but now the pain was getting unbearable.

- My head is killing me.

- Oh baby, since when?

- Since morning, even before we left.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- It was so light before and I didn't want to ruin this trip for you. You were so excited.

- Hyunjin, you could've told me. You're not ruining my trip.

- I'm sorry, baby. I'm really not feeling well right now.

- Is that why you took long on the bath?

- Yeah, it suddenly got worse and it made me feel dizzy twice and I didn't want to pass out.

- Hyunjin, why didn't you tell me? You could've fallen! At least I'd be able to help you before you actually fainted.

- I'm really sorry, I didn't know it would get this bad.

- How bad is it right now?

- Like someone is hammering my head from the inside. I can barely open my eyes, because the brightness makes it sting even more.

- Oh my love. Come here.

You hugged him and pat his head, trying to relax him a little.

- Do you think you're up for some dinner?

- I think so. At least then I could take some medicine. Do you have it?

- Yes, I'll give it to you after dinner. Come on.

- One more thing. Can you please not tell the other members? I don't want to worry them.

- Okay.

You said sighing.

You both went down to meet with the boys in the living room and dinner was already set on the table.

- Let's eat!

Chan said smiling and sitting down.

You sat beside Hyunjin and gave him a little squeeze in his hand reassuring him you were right there for him if he needed.

You all began talking and eating and for a few minutes, Hyunjin kept eating and talking as well.

But as time passed, surprisingly, his headache increased even more. He grew quiet, which thankfully they didn't really give much thought to, as everyone was tired from the trip.

He tried to keep on eating, but his body decided otherwise. Each mouthful got harder and harder to swallow, to the point where he kept on chewing, afraid of swallowing the food. He took another mouthful and the process repeated until he managed to finally swallow the food.

He put his chopsticks down and leaned back on his chair, which caught your attention.

- Babe, you ok?

- Hm

He just hummed and nodded.

But his stomach was already decided that it didn't want that last bite. It started to turn and the nausea hit with full force, sending hot liquid up his throat not giving him much time to control the situation. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight.

He let out a muffled burp which ended up bringing his stomach content up even closer to his mouth.

- I feel like I'm going to throw up.

That was all he managed to say before a gag filled his mouth with vomit making him dart to the bathroom, you following right behind leaving everyone shocked.

- What just happened?

- I don't know. But he was a little off today, wasn't he?

When he got to the bathroom he barely had the time to reach the toilet before vomit spilled out of his mouth hitting the edges of the toilet in the process.

He grabbed the edges and kept standing up as he gagged and vomited everything he had for dinner. The fact that he had just eaten was the worst because it felt solid and harder to throw up and he swore he could feel every texture in his mouth as the waves came out.

You entered the bathroom shortly after and ran to his side and held his hair back as he threw up one more time.

- Oh my god babe.

He felt the grains of rice and that made him gag harshly, bringing up a stronger wave of vomit that arched his back and didn't give him time to breathe before another wave came out, this time coming out of his nose as well.

You tied his hair in a short ponytail and proceed to rub his back and stomach, providing him some comfort.

He just stood there, in the same position, grabbing the edges of the toilet for support, and left his mouth open, while saliva kept pouring out.

The whole strain that vomiting put on his body made his head feel like it was about to explode.

He could see black dots in front of his eyes and he felt the ground melt beneath his feet and his knees buckled without he could notice.

You were quick to grab him by his chest and waist to guide him down to his knees. You were thankful this time that he was rather light.

- Don't worry, I've got you. Let's sit down now, ok?

- ok...I feel dizzy...

He just let himself lean his weight on you as you had your arms around his chest and waist.

- let me stay like this for a while...

- Of course.

With the hand that was holding his waist, you decided to rub his lower back.

- You're gonna be okay. Just breathe for a while with me okay?

Chan knocked on the door before entering the bathroom to analyze the situation his dongsaeng was in.

- How is he doing?

- He threw up basically everything he ate.

- How are you feeling, Hyunjin?

Chan said kneeling down close to you.

- I feel like my head is going to explode. And my stomach just keeps on swirling around. Everything is bright and it stings my eyes.

He said, not daring to move from his position.

- I'll go tell the others what's happening and get your bed ready.

- Thanks, Chan.

You said giving him a soft smile.

He left the door open and Hyunjin tugged your shirt and motioned for you to close it before reaching the toilet. Once you were beside him again, he proceeded to throw whatever remained in his stomach.

- Oh babe, he's seen you sick before.

Hyunjin knew that, but he just wanted to be alone with you for a while. The lesser information around him, the better.

His stomach contracted painfully making him gag harshly another thick stream of vomit mixing with what was already inside the bowl.

The sigh and smell of it only made him gag more bringing more and more food up his throat.

- Jesus, babe. You're really not okay.

He threw up one more time before his stomach decided to eject only bile, and by now his throat was hurting with the strain and acid from his stomach.

- Honey, I think you're done. If you keep this up you'll hurt your throat even more.

- Hmm

You flushed the toilet, pulled him close to you, and cleaned his mouth with a wet cloth.

- Do you still feel nauseous?

- not that much...but let me stay like this a little longer, I don't feel like moving...

- okay...

You kept patting his head and drawing patterns on his hand and just let him relax a little.

- Are you feeling a little calmer now?

- Hmm

- Let's go to the bedroom then. Can you stand?

- I don't know...

He tried getting up with your help, but his vision got blurry and he slumped to the ground, the only thing keeping him from actually falling was you. You took a good look at him and noticed he was barely conscious, and you wouldn't be able to support his weight like that.

- Chan! Can you come here, please?

- What is it? Did he faint?

- Almost, we tried getting up but he just fell.

- Okay, I'll carry him to the bedroom.

Chan positioned himself in front of Hyunjin and you helped the sick boy get on his hyung's back.

- Don't worry, Hyunjin, hyung's got you.

Chan gave him a piggyback ride to your bedroom and propped him down on the bed, and you carefully guided him to lie down.

- Does that feel better?

- Hmm...

- I'll leave this bucket next to the bed, just in case.

- Thanks, Chan.

- we'll prepare some light soup for him to eat later.

Hyunjin just grumbled and shrugged at the mention of food.

- Are you gonna be sick again?

- No... just don't talk about f-food...please

- Sorry.

Chan left you two to go prepare something for his dongsaeng to eat once his stomach was a little more settled.

You got some cold water for the poor sick boy to drink to try to calm down his stomach and ease his throat.

- Here drink this. It's just cold water.

- Thanks...I'm sorry for ruining our trip...

- No babe! There's nothing to be sorry for! It's not your fault you're feeling sick.

- But I could've told you sooner but I didn't want to worry you...

- Stop saying that, Hwang Hyunjin.

You said firmly, which he understood, and shut his mouth before he made you angry instead of worried.

- Honey, can I take some medicine? My head is killing me...

- I don't think that would be a wise decision, babe. It's not good to take medicine on an empty stomach, and your migraine medication is rather strong.

- I don't know if I can handle this pain anymore.

- Then put this on.

You gave him an eye mask to help with the brightness and encouraged him to sleep while he couldn't take the medicine.

You guided him close to you and pat his head and started humming, you could feel his body relaxing and within a few minutes, he fell asleep.

He slept for about 2 hours before waking up, looking a little confused.

- Hey, babe. Are you okay?

- My head still hurts a lot...

- And your stomach?

- A little less nauseous...

- Do you think you can keep down some food?

- I don't know...maybe...

Chan brought the soup the group made while he was asleep, and they tried to make it as light as possible without losing all its taste.

- Here! We all helped make it! We hope you'll like it.

- Thanks, hyung. It smells good.

Chan left the tray with you and went back downstairs to meet the boys.

- I'll try to eat some...

- Good. But you don't need to force it. But if you can keep a few mouthfuls down, you can take your medicine.

- Okay.

He got a spoonful and hesitated for a moment before bringing it to his mouth. He took small sips of the soup to not upset his stomach.

- Hmm! It's good!

He said in a rather excited tone, considering how miserable he was feeling.

The boys brought bread for him to eat with the soup as well, so it could protect his stomach for his medicine.

He ate basically the whole soup and then took the pill with some water.

- It was really good.

- I'm glad you liked it.

You kissed him on the forehead and a bright smile, which he returned.

You two decided to stay seated on the bed because you knew that laying down right after eating in his state, would upset his stomach.

You watched some series and Hyunjin was dozing off every once in a while, and you were somewhat relieved. But you knew deep down this day was far from being over.

Hyunjin loved the food his hyungs prepared for him, it felt light on his stomach which he was grateful for. However, his migraine didn't give one sign that it was getting better. His head still pounded, it was as if he could feel every heartbeat inside of it.

His stomach started to twist and turn making him wake up, though he didn't open his eyes. He kept them shut in an attempt to go back to sleep but to no avail. The nausea grew stronger making his mouth start to produce more saliva, forcing him to swallow it.

But it didn't stop, his mouth kept pooling with saliva and he started to swallow convulsively, trying to keep everything in.

For a moment it worked, and he felt this relief wash over his body. But it didn't last long.

The nausea came back even stronger, his stomach was bubbling and he felt this bubble come up his throat and get stuck. He felt suffocated by it and he needed to burp.

He contracted his stomach lightly to force the burp out but it just brought up hot liquid up his throat and he knew this time he wouldn't be able to hold it in.

He stood up startling you, and quickly covered his mouth as he turned to his side of the bed. He tried getting up but it was too late, a harsh gag made some of the vomit come out, spilling through his fingers, but he kept his hand on his mouth, not wanting to make a bigger mess. He needed to get to the bathroom but he felt too weak to even get up from the bed.

You sat behind him, patting his back reassuringly.

- It's okay, babe. Just let it out. I'm right here with you.

You said, giving him a little kiss on his back.

The words of comfort coming from you relaxed him, so he let go of his mouth and bent over as another harsh gag arched his back sending another stream hitting the ground.

You quickly grabbed his hair to prevent from vomit getting on it and kept rubbing his back, up and down.

- That's it. Don't worry, okay? Just let everything out, you'll feel better after.

His body gave him only a few seconds to breathe before sending another wave of watery vomit up his throat, making him bent forward almost falling from the bed.

- Woah! I've got you, I've got you.

You said embracing him with your arms across his chest and pulling him back.

He burped another wave but the only thing coming out now was bile. His stomach contracted painfully, forcing something up to the point where his face got a little red, but only a tiny stream of bile came out.

- Honey, I don't think there's anything left in there. You'll just hurt your throat. Sit back a bit, lean on me.

He leaned his weight on you as you stroke his hair.

- I'm sorry for the mess...

- No, no, no. Dont, apologize. Dont worry. I'll clean this up in a bit.

You let him stay like that for a while, guiding him through deep breaths to calm down.

- I think I'm okay now...

- really?

- Yeah...I just feel lightheaded

- Then lay down, I'll clean this up.

- Okay...I'm sorry...

- Stop, please.

He laid down facing up, not wanting to give a chance for his stomach to do flips again and closed his eyes.

You left the room to get wet cloths, a mop, and a bucket to clean up the room before it started to smell like vomit and triggered Hyunjin's nausea again.

When you arrived at the kitchen, the boys gave you a worried look.

- Is everything okay?

- Yeah, I mean...Hyunjin threw up again.

- he didn't manage to keep the soup down?

- No... but he said it was delicious a lot of times, he really liked it, but his migraine is just making him suffer.

- Do you need help?

- No, at least not now. But I'd like it if you could keep him company later, so I can take a quick shower.

You said giving a shy smile.

They all agreed and just waited for your request.

Getting up to the bedroom, you found Hyunjin dozing off rather peacefully, so you tried to keep as quiet as possible while you cleaned the mess.

He didn't even flinch while you were there, so after you were done cleaning, you took the opportunity to take a shower. Yes, just like a mother would do with her kid.

You messaged the boys so one or two of them kept company to Hyunjin, just in case something happened.

Felix went upstairs to keep the sick boy some company while you showered.

Hyunjin woke up but was barely conscious and just greeted Felix confused.

- Felix? Hi?

- Hey, there. How are you feeling?

- Hmm, tired...

He said going back to sleep without much thought, making Felix giggle a little since he seemed okay.

He just stayed there, patting the sick boy's thigh, even though the latter didn't even notice until you came back.

You saw how he was still sleeping so you just whispered.

- Was it okay?

- Yeah. He didn't actually wake up, just for a few seconds, and went back to sleep.

- Thank God.

- We'll come upstairs in a bit to sleep as well, so if you need anything, you know where we are.

He gave you a pat on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Night fell and everyone settled in their rooms, despite the rather tiring day, the night was quite beautiful. And you were somewhat relieved that Hyunjin basically didn't move an inch since the ordeal earlier. You quietly laid down beside him and whispered a soft goodnight before falling asleep.

Around 1 AM, Hyunjin started to feel weird again. His migraine was just as strong as before and no matter how much he kept his eyes shut, they still stung.

He tried to focus back on sleeping, taking controlled breaths, but it was not working.

He didn't want to wake you up because he noticed that you were really tired and he knew that was mostly his fault, so he tried to deal with it alone.

He covered his eyes with one arm while his other hand rested on his stomach, and took deep breaths. But the nausea was settling in and it wanted everything out. He felt his stomach contract and try to bring up its content, his mouth started to pool with saliva making him start to swallow convulsively, while he squeezed his eyes and clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

The process lasted a moment but for Hyunjin, it felt like an hour. When he felt that horrible feeling going away, a wave of relief washed over his body.

He decided to turn to his side to not bother you, but that was the worst decision he made that day.

The moment his body turned, his stomach turned as well and sent its content up his throat without much warning, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it down as he already felt the liquid hitting his throat and starting to fill his mouth.

He clamped his mouth shut and got up from the bed, rather quietly for someone who was about to throw up, so he wouldn't wake you up.

However, he got up too quickly, making his blood run through his body and making his head throb painfully, as if someone was hammering inside of it.

He leaned on the wall for support, while he still kept his hand over his mouth, he needed to at least get to the bathroom.

But he felt the strength drain from his body as his vision blurred with black spots. He panicked, not only was he not gonna make it to the bathroom but he was going to pass out as well.

He started to slide down the wall when someone grabbed him and held him up.

It was Chan, his fatherly instincts didn't let him sleep, knowing his dongsaeng was sick and anything could happen.

- Woah! I've got you, I've got you.

Hyunjin just looked up, barely opening his eyes to recon his hyung beside him.

His stomach contracted aggressively making vomit slip through Hyunjin's fingers and hit the ground.

- Oi! Let's get you to the bathroom, come on.

Chan quickly helped the sick boy to the bathroom, while the latter leaned his weight against him, which he didn't really mind since Hyunjin was light.

Getting to the bathroom, Hyunjin didn't even have time to reach the toilet so he went to the sink before vomit escaped from his mouth.

Chan stood by his side, holding most of Hyunjin's weight as he grabbed one of the edges of the sink for support.

Chan rubbed his back up and down as he threw up one more time and coughed.

- Oi, oi, oi! Let's move to the toilet, okay? Otherwise, we'll end up clogging the sink. I'll leave the water running for a while.

The older boy helped Hyunjin to the toilet, where he grabbed the edges and kept standing and looking down.

His stomach gave him a little break, only making saliva pour out of his mouth, almost like water.

Chan kept rubbing his back and reassuring him he was not alone.

- It's okay. Just take your time okay? Do you feel like you're gonna throw up again?

- Y-yeah.

Hyunjin barely managed to answer as a gag made him spill even more watery saliva.

He gagged again a few times but despite making him feel miserable and incredibly nauseous, his stomach wasn't sending anything up.

- I can't do it...

- What? You can't throw up?

- Nothing's coming up hyung...but it feels horrible

He was almost sobbing but he managed to hold it in since he knew that could just worsen his already killer migraine.

- Do you want me to help you?

- Please...

- Okay. I'll just press down on your stomach a little bit okay? It might feel uncomfortable but it will help.

- Ok...

Chan rubbed and gently pressed Hyunjin's stomach down in different areas to stimulate it to contract and expel whatever was left in there that was bothering his dongsaeng.

He gave one more gentle press in the middle and that stimulated a gag and a burp that brought up some vomit with it.

He kept standing up and just bent over a little more as he threw up after his hyung's help.

He barely managed to close his mouth and breathe before a harsh gag arched his back painfully, vomit coming out with even more force, making him bend even further and sway a little bit.

Chan was quick to wrap his arms around him and guide him down to his knees, to prevent the sick boy to injure himself.

- There, there, there. I've got you, hyung's got you.

He proceeded to rub his back from his lower back all the way up to his shoulder blades to help the sick boy expel everything inside his stomach.

And wave after wave, more and more vomit hit the water inside the toilet with a sickening sound, making Chan grimace a little.

- You're doing good. Let everything out.

He kept reassuring Hyunjin he was okay and that he was not alone.

Eventually, he was just dry heaving.

- Hyunjin, you're just straining your throat. Straighten your back a little.

Chan flushed the toilet and proceeded to help his dongsaeng through a breathing process to calm him down a bit.

Once he was finally relaxed he slumped down leaning his whole weight on his hyung.

- sorry...hyung...I feel...dizzy...

- Shh, it's okay. Just relax, I'm right here, I've got you.

Chan reassured embracing his dongsaeng as the boy's consciousness drifted away. In other situations, Chan would've gotten worried, but given what happened today, passing out was basically a blessing.

He waited a moment to make sure Hyunjin wouldn't wake up or get sick again before he stood up.

Chan got up, and helped Hyunjin up, which the boy also helped, managing to stand on his feet, still barely conscious.

Before he picked him up, Chan warned him so he wouldn't be surprised.

- I'm gonna pick you up, okay? I'll be careful don't worry.

The boy hummed in agreement.

Chan picked him up, carried him to the living room, and sat him on the couch.

- you good?

- Hmm.

- I'll take that as a yes. I'll go get a pillow and some blankets for you, okay?

- Hmm

Hyunjin's brain was barely processing any information at that moment, he was close to passing out, he just wanted to sleep.

Chan came back with the 'sleeping kit' and carefully helped Hyunjin lay down on the couch.

He barely laid down and was already falling asleep.

- Don't worry, Hyunjin. Hyung's right here.

He laid down close to Hyunjin to keep the boy safe and also keep him company.

A few minutes later, Felix woke up and found them in the living room.

- Hyung? What are you doing here?

He said whispering.

- Oh, Lix. It's Hyunjin. He woke up and got sick a few times.

- Is he okay?

- I think for now yes. He almost fainted twice, well, I think he actually fainted now. He won't even budge.

- I'll stay here with you guys as well.

- Oh, there's no need to. You can go back to sleep.

- I'd rather stay here and be able to help in any case.

- Okay, then.

Felix bought his pillow and blanket and settled in as well.

And one by one, the members gathered in the living room, and eventually all eight of them were sleeping close to each other.

Chan just kept observing as all his kids gathered around and smiled fondly.

The rest of the night went on without any other incident and they all slept peacefully.

The next morning, the day started with gloomy weather, the sky was grey signaling a rainy day, the perfect weather to sleep all day long.

You woke up to find that Hyunjin was not there and kindda panicked. You got up from the bed and started to look for him, you went to the bathroom and no one was there, so you went to the other boys' rooms and no one was there as well, so you understood what had happened during the night.

You made your way quietly downstairs and halfway through you noticed where everyone was.

You found them all curled up together on the couch sleeping profoundly, and you noticed how peaceful Hyunjin looked.

You couldn't help but smile at the scene in front of you and you carefully made your back to the bedroom and got your polaroid, when you went down again, not one had moved an inch.

You took a picture and then wrote a note before putting it in your journal and then joining them on the couch.

"Brothers from different mothers"

[idrisofficial]

Which characters/character do you feel most personally/emotionally involved with and why?

oh this is a very difficult question and i appreciate it very much. as any creator would, i’m inclined to say all of them in different ways…but that’s kind of a cop-out.

i think i’ll say brinne and lennox. they’re not the characters i relate to the most, but i do think i feel the most emotional connection towards them. a lot of what draws me to them is their silent suffering—both of them live in glass prisons of their own making. a lot of this is mental illness related, but their natural dispositions are also of great influence (although lennox’s natural disposition is extremely debatable when you consider nature vs nurture).

brinne was the first of any of my idris characters to exist, and the depth of her development definitely follows suit. her transition from a manic but deeply idealistic teenager to a reticent and self-interested monarch through the buildup of her childhood trauma and the final straw of her near death experience is so deliciously heartbreaking. her loneliness, her codependency with adrian, her sexual and alcoholic coping mechanisms, her deep uncertainty in the religion that gives meaning to her entire life…poor girl can’t catch a break. brinne has always been the focus of idris, and i’ve had fun and i’ve had pain hurting her like i do. most of the actual writing that i’ve accomplished revolves around her, and for good reason. she is at the core of the conflicts plaguing idris’s centuries-old culture and still just a twenty two year old girl who never really got to grow up. sometimes i act as though her teenage self and her adult self are two separate people, but the truth is that they are painfully intertwined. brinne’s suppression of her idealism and desire for change in service to her desperate attempts at self-preservation is what drives her motivations throughout every iteration of this story. she cannot escape who she is, try as she might. and i think there’s something so, so compelling about that for someone in a position of such horrible power like she is.

lennox is layer upon layer upon layer. the fact that he was originally inspired by byakuya togami? we’re not gonna talk about that. lennox has also come a long way as a character, the third to exist after brinne and adrian. he’s an og. lennox was a nice kid up until about age six, where the kindness was quite literally shattered in him to make room for solid perfection. a machine with style. he grew into the role almost too perfectly. the pinnacle of competence, a voice of absolute reason and logic amidst his generally wild and dysfunctional generation of nobles. here is why i feel such connection to lennox. he is ice on the outside, ice on the inside, speaks only when necessary but controls the conversation, and casually usurps the throne from time to time. he has studied these same people for sixteen years, understands most of them sickeningly well, and appears virtually flawless aside from his mansplainer bullshit. but my god is he grumpy, bitchy, flamboyant, perfectionistic to the point of petulance, and baselessly sadistic. he’s the second most powerful person in the country and he has constant migraines from dealing with others’ bullshit. he loves his siblings. he’s one of only two characters to understand his sexuality and he’s deeply afraid of it. he gets no bitches. he’s still mourning the death of the cousin whose death he was responsible for and who he was boyishly in love with. he’s sensible as all hell, but my god, he is fucking losing it. nobody gets that. even the people who hate him don’t get that. they hate him for his pretentious swag but don’t understand how much of a loser he actually is. anyways. i’m on a tangent now. he’s flawless. he’s horrible. there is no changing who he is, but would he ever have turned out like this naturally? lennox is a product of both what others have made him into and what he has forced himself to embody. there is no lennox that isn’t a diamond formed under absolute pressure.

[bright-and-burning]

i want to hear more abt the light betw the lines!!! my hand is raised, me me pick on me, i want to know all your favorite parts and every implication!!!

u get the bits i wrote while at work before i got too overstimulated to be alive fjkldsajf. have some of the direct implications that foreshadow the ending (spoilers, obvi):

Lando drags his eyes back to the table. Three pairs of hopeful eyes stare up at him; Kimi's even raised his head enough to pull out the pleading puppy look. “We just did Mindfulness Monday. Like, two days ago, you muppets. All I do is distract you.” “Yeah, but I could almost feel it Monday, and yesterday I couldn’t even visualize anything.”

here’s big hint #1 :) the Twos find it so much easier to work on finding their Development when lando’s there… but surely they just like having him around. right ? right…

The landscape lights up, red and orange and the odd turquoise of dying Rifted.

when Rifted explode/burn there’s an odd turquoise tinge to the flame. nicoisms…

Lando’s got a kind of—instinct, maybe, for being in the right spot. For avoiding being in the wrong spot. Not a real Development. Just a feeling. Like being able to hear a high pitched sound no one else can. He calls it paying attention, these days.

this is also kind of a hint? it relates to how lando sort of visualizes using his power, later on, when he can Feel/See the people and Rifted around him. he’s a very visual thinker in this as a whole tbh. to ME it’s kind of like. he’s good at dodging trouble bc he’s subconsciously feeling out the source of Developments/things that radiate uh. Development Vibes. 

They’re both still shaken up; Lando had told Jenson point blank they weren’t going out for two days, minimum. Piastri spent most of it in bed with a migraine, according to Ollie, who mutters something about “direct volume” and “acute exposure” between bites of his dinner. Lando feels a little bad for the mental shouting; he hadn’t thought Piastri was that tuned in, at a distance.

wow… crazy… lando louder in oscar’s head than he expected to be… lando louder in oscar’s head than anyone else… lando breaking thru oscar’s carefully built control over how his Development works/how he lets people into his head… couldn’t possibly be because lando’s amplifying oscar’s power around him…

Lando’s walked his own maze a thousand times, to no end. He’s still plenty happy to spend the evening making snarky comments.

OH THIS BIT… ok so this whole section kind of alludes to whole the process of Developing but specifically. everyone’s got these visual cues right? in their mindscape or w/e. their maze. that give hints as to what they’re in for, Development wise. doriane’s seeing colorful misshapen blobs bc she’s looking at the world from the perspective of being nearly microscopic. kimi’s missing color cuz he’s looking at force fields. these mental mazes are Just You tho. completely isolated inside your head. and lando’s Development doesn’t work inside a vacuum. can’t amplify without someone to amplify. so he’s got nothing. no hints. nada. which is why he thinks he’s a dud. despite already having Developed.

Lando pictures walls all around him. Thick ones, all reinforced steel and sealed exits, cold and familiar. He slams the last door in Piastri’s face. Not that it helps. Nothing Lando’s tried has helped. If he were feeling more charitable, he’d acknowledge that Piastri’s trying, too. That nothing either of them do is helping.

wrow… nothing either of them do can quiet lando’s voice in oscar’s head huh… cwazy…

“And Robert could, like, scream?” Lando raises an eyebrow. “Eardrum bursting, concussion-inducing stuff. Not fucking ‘ahhh.’” “You wear earplugs with the helmet, though?” “Sound’s transmittable by thought, apparently. Two months of medical leave for that one.”

sound’s transmittable by thought!!! most key aspect of the set up for the end to not be too much of a massive like deus ex machina (hopefully) (idek if that’s the right phrase . i’m not looking it up). and i came up w it on ACCIDENT trying desperately to come up w powers for oscar’s old partners 😭 and then i was like. omfg. this helps explain how the ending Works. cuz if lewis' power is audio wave related then it's key that actual sound is transmittable, not just like. thought2thought communication. if that makes sense.

The screeching of the Rifted is joined by a nauseatingly high-pitched whining noise. The noise kicks up a notch, screeching turning to shrieking. Lando could not have marked a difference, before today.

big reveal number one!!!! oscar uses lando to project a horrible noise to try and distract the Rifted!!!!! woo! sound baby!

He thought amplifying Lewis’ audio waves at the center would shut it down.

we return to sound… and my really really bastardized physics lol.

Something large and swirling ahead of him, turquoise and violent steel.

*touches ground* nico rosberg’s been here. no but really this is supposed to be like. well this is the gap between universes or whatever, and it’s turquoise bc nico ripped it wide open and got sucked tf in in turn. leaving a kind of. aural trace or whatever. that’s why when Rifted burn there’s this weird turquoise tinge to the flames

and then u get big reveal #2 and all that resolution and hopefully it feels deeply satisfying bc you've been picking up at least some of the clues subconsciously the whole time :) hopefully. i probably missed some other Implications in doing this on my phone but i hope this was interesting at least :)