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happy74827 · 5 months ago

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The Perfect Gift of Appreciation

[Rudy Cooper (technically) x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Being severely injured with zero money to back up your bills, you decide to take an emergency visit to the only doctor you personally know.

WC: 2897

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Slight Fluff,

A lot of you actually liked my Brian fic (love y’all), so I wanted to make another for you guys. I’m sad that there’s still none 😔😔

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He was absolutely pissed. Granted, he didn’t actually tell you, but the way his face fell into utter disappointment when he finally answered his door was all the information you needed. You couldn’t help but frown, your hand moving to cover your poorly bandaged arm as you watched him.

It made sense; the man had just come home from his shift, and his outfit was still intact with his suit and lab coat, with exhaustion weighing on his eyes. The man looked downright miserable, and with you looking like a wet rat from the rain and the blood seeping from your wound, he couldn't imagine a less welcome sight.

You both just stood there staring at one another, the rain pounding against the umbrella over your head. The wind was picking up, and you knew it was going to storm harder. You really couldn’t stand the look he was giving you.

"Hey, Rudy," You managed out, swallowing hard as the pain began to seep into your voice. You endured quite a lot to get here, and you weren’t about to let your pride show now.

The man before you let out a tired sigh, leaning against the doorframe as he closed his eyes.

"You do realize what time it is, don't you?" He questioned the usual cheerfulness of his voice, which was replaced with annoyance. It hurt a bit to hear, but you didn't blame him. It’s quite rude to show up unannounced, and it was even worse considering you showed up after 2 am.

Your eyes averted downwards, feeling ashamed for even showing up here. The last thing you wanted was to bother him, especially at a time like this.

Yet, you couldn’t go anywhere else. Money wasn’t quite flowing well in your area, and it was bad enough to where you had no insurance. You were a simple college student, working odd jobs here and there while balancing school and the like.

The job you had recently obtained was a janitor position for a nearby grocery store, and things seemed pretty good for a bit. It was not enough to pay those outrageous health bills, but it was getting you by.

"I need a favor... I know it's not exactly the best time to be asking, but please, just listen—" You began, the words spilling out of your mouth just as you’ve rehearsed them a million times.

Before you could continue, Rudy opened his eyes and looked down at you with a small frown. He already noticed the way you held your arm and the way you kept glancing at it. He knew what this was about; he knew the moment he opened the door and saw the desperation in your eyes.

Your name fell from his lips, drained and tired as he rubbed his forehead. He was silent for a bit, just as you were, and when he finally looked back up, his frown grew deeper.

"You seriously can’t afford to get simple treatment? How do you even know if I have the right supplies to fix something like this up, huh?"

You didn’t reply, merely biting down on your lip as you looked away. It was true, you weren't sure. Yet, Rudy had always been so kind to you, always willing to offer his help and support when you needed it.

The man sighed, closing his eyes as he ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn’t believe he was doing this; he had to wake up in a few hours, and now he had to deal with this.

The only thing keeping him from saying no was the look you gave him.

You weren’t one to beg or ask for help. You usually dealt with things on your own, and when you couldn’t, you were willing to work it off. He admired that about you, how you weren't the type to depend on others.

The fact that you were even here, soaked to the bone and asking for his help, proved to him just how serious the situation was.

You had no other choice, and he knew that.

So, without a word, Rudy stepped aside and gestured for you to enter. The relief was immediate, and before he could blink, you were inside, the sound of the rain slowly fading behind you.

The warmth of his home was a great contrast from the outside, and you couldn’t help but sigh contently as he threw his coat off and led you down the hall.

His duffel was still beside the couch, a sign that he had just returned moments before. Somehow, it made you feel worse, knowing that you interrupted his much-needed rest.

You followed Rudy through the living room, landing in the kitchen where the door to his basement was. You were about to follow him downwards, side-stepping past him, but a hand slammed against the doorframe just before you could.

Startled, you looked up at Rudy, a brow raised at the sudden stop. He was staring at you, his expression unreadable, and it made you grow uncomfortable.

"Stay here. I’ll be up in a minute, okay?" His voice changed slightly, sounding far more awake than before.

"Can’t you just do it down there? I mean, that’s where all your stuff is, right?"

Why go through all the trouble of bringing everything upstairs?

He shook his head, his lips pulling into a tight line. It looked like he was thinking something over, and when he finally spoke, he seemed hesitant.

"Just trust me, okay? Just wait here. I promise I won't be long."

You frowned, wanting to question him, but Rudy was already moving down the stairs. The door shut behind him, and the next thing you knew, you were left alone in the kitchen.

Confused, you couldn't help but stare at the door.

Why didn’t he want you down there? That was pretty odd behavior for someone who loved to brag about his work. You couldn’t recall a time when Rudy wasn’t so open about what he did.

So why the sudden change?

You didn’t want to question it, and instead, you hummed and sat down in the chair. You could hear his footsteps echo downstairs, and you waited patiently for him to return.

The sound of the basement door opening was almost instant, and when Rudy entered, you noticed the big medical box in his arms. You couldn’t help but watch the man walk around his kitchen, his movements slow and calculated as he made his way over to you.

Rudy placed the box onto the table, popped it open, and began to pull out the gloves, rubbing alcohol, and gauze. The man grabbed a chair and pulled it across from you, and as he did, he glanced up at you and smiled.

Your mind, however, was still elsewhere.

"Hiding a body down there, or something? You were taking forever, know..." You mumbled, your gaze shifting from the box to Rudy.

He chortled at the comment, glancing up momentarily to give you a small smile before resuming his task of pulling out the medical supplies.

He didn’t say anything other than the comments about your wound. How’d you get it? If it hurt, how long ago did it happen…

You know, the typical doctor questions.

Rudy took your arm in his, his hold gentle as he carefully removed the cloth that was once your makeshift bandage. You winced, hissing as the material peeled away some of the dried blood, and it caused Rudy to glance up at you apologetically.

As the cloth finally came off, Rudy didn’t make any type of comment. He didn't react to the deep cut on your arm other than the occasional flicker of his eyes. To you, it was absolutely jarring. It looked so much worse than you expected, and you couldn’t help but glance away as the man poured the alcohol onto the gauze.

He must’ve been used to this kind of thing, considering he didn’t so much as bat an eye.

The alcohol felt cold against your skin, and you bit your tongue to prevent the pain from escaping. Rudy didn't say a word as he cleaned up the wound, and you took the time to glance at the man.

Rudy was focused, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on your wound. He was careful but quick, and his actions were precise and methodical. The way he moved was almost fascinating, and before you knew it, he was done with that part.

Rudy tossed the now bloodied gauze into the trash can that was temporarily beside the table and then reached for the next item.

The numbing shot.

The man paused, his gaze lifting from the supplies and up to your face. Rudy, the sweet and caring guy, had a very different face whenever he worked. He had his usual soft and comforting smile, but the way he constantly looked at your arm was so… cold.

He almost looked bored.

You blinked, and suddenly, he was staring at you, his brows raised.

You stared, unable to find the words, but the moment he spoke, the spell was broken.

Rudy gave you a sheepish smile, gesturing the shot in his hands. He warned you about the small prickle, gesturing to the shot in his hands, the prickle that’s never just a prick of the skin. It’s always quite painful.

The needle was tiny, but the feeling of the sensation entering your body was enough to make you grit your teeth. You felt your face grow warm, the embarrassment washing over you as the pain became a dull ache.

It didn't last long, and soon Rudy was shaking it around, supposedly making the numbing effect act faster.

Then, the waiting game. He told you around five to ten minutes, depending on your tolerance, and that's how you both ended up sitting across from one another in silence.

Rudy was tapping his fingers against the table, the only sound filling the air. You couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes, the way his shoulders sagged, and the occasional yawn that escaped him.

"I’m sorry," You said, finally breaking the silence. His facial expression didn’t help you feel better, the frown on his lips growing deeper as he shook his head.

"Don’t be sorry." He mumbled, his eyes closing briefly as he inhaled sharply. "Truth be told, I actually despise apologies. And it's not like you did this to yourself on purpose, anyways…"

That was true, you supposed. Still, the guilt wouldn't leave you alone.

When the man didn’t receive a reply, Rudy looked at you with a tired smile. His hands moved over the medical box, and with a slight push, it was out of the way and no longer between you.

Rudy then leaned forward, placing his elbows against the table, and folded his hands beneath his chin.

"You know, I miss this."

You blinked, tilting your head at him as a soft smile formed on your lips. "Me being clumsy and annoying?"

He chuckled, a sound that brought warmth to your heart, and the exhaustion was temporarily forgotten.

Rudy shook his head, and as he did, his smile faded and was replaced with something a little more sad. "Skin. The human body. Blood. The life force. I just miss it, I guess... I love what I do, don't get me wrong, but it can be a little boring at times.. It gets repetitive. The smiles are nice, the gratitude of those I treat, but sometimes I can't help but think about other things. More exciting things, y'know?"

"Suturing my arm is exciting to you? That's pretty weird, Rudy, and that's coming from me…"

You were only half-joking, and Rudy was aware. The man was silent for a moment, his gaze averted as his smile slowly returned.

A soft chuckle left him, and he leaned back against the chair, crossing his arms against his chest.

His eyes closed, and the smile on his face grew.

It wasn’t a sad smile, nor was it happy. It was a smile that said many things but nothing at all.

When his eyes finally opened, they were different. The smile was gone, and so was the warmth in his expression.

The smile he wore now was a familiar one, and the glint in his eyes was one you knew too well.

The box was moved back in front of him, and with a swift movement, the scissors and tweezers were in his hands.

Then, the conversation was over, and so was the waiting period. He did check to see if it was numb, but the moment you confirmed that it was, he went right back to work.

It was silent for the most part; you felt no pain, and Rudy was careful as he did his job. It was going by rather quickly, and with the silence that fell between the two of you, you couldn’t help but look down at your arm.

He was already halfway done. The numbing was working like a charm, and with how quickly Rudy was going, it was almost like a superpower. For a man not in his element, he seemed like he was pretty damn well in his element.

Maybe he did have a body hidden downstairs. Give him some practice.

Rudy stopped for a moment, the sudden pause causing you to lift your gaze and look at him. He was holding a new needle in his hand, a black string-like material in the other.

He was staring at your arm, the concentration on his face strong as he held the items up. It was a rather odd sight, and you couldn't help but lean closer to get a better look.

Rudy blinked, his focus snapping up at you, and he gave you a lopsided grin.

You watched him for a moment, the man simply staring back at you with the same grin, and after a moment of silence, he put the tools down.

"And, presto." He said, his grin widening, and before you knew it, he was packing up the box.

Damn, that was fast.

He wrapped the wound in an actual bandage, moving at the speed of light, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, Rudy was already finished.

The man got up, stretching out his back as he did, and he glanced down at you with a soft smile.

"I don’t keep any antibiotics around here, but a simple store trip can fix that. You don’t need anything fancy, just a simple infection control, and you should be good to go. It doesn't seem to be too bad, and if it gets any worse, then we can look into that later... at the ER."

"Right." You mumbled, not having the energy to protest. The sarcasm, the jokes, the humor... everything was gone. You were drained, and now that the whole ordeal was over, you felt yourself slouching against the chair.

You looked up at Rudy, and before you could speak, he was already talking.

"Don’t worry about it. I’ll drop you home tomorrow morning before I go in. I’m seconds away from passing out, and you look like you're about to fall over."

You nodded, a silent thank you falling from your lips. Rudy gave you a nod in response and then gestured towards the hallway.

It wasn’t too long after that you found yourself walking down the hallway with a spare pillow and blanket. The guest bedroom was empty, and when you entered, the lights were off.

You didn’t question it, and instead, you set the pillow and blanket on the bed and made yourself comfortable. He said he used this room a lot, but somehow, it looked so untouched. It wasn’t dusty, but the way the room was set up proved that it wasn't often used.

Still, you were far too exhausted to give it a second thought.

Rudy walked past the doorway, a pair of keys in his hands as he waved them around. You heard him mention something about locking up and going to sleep, and after he left, the hall was silent.

And then, after a few minutes, the house was silent.

As you lay there, a wave of exhaustion washed over you. Your arm was still numb, and you felt nothing as you gently placed your hand against the bandage.

There was no pain, no nothing. It was just ugly, and yet you were grateful.

You didn’t even know Rudy for that long. A mutual friend introduced you to one another, and ever since then, it has been a whirlwind of events.

Especially due to your overbearing clumsiness.

But tonight? What a true blessing.

You couldn’t thank him enough. Maybe you could make him breakfast in the morning. That sounded like a decent enough gift.

Unless you happened to break his kitchen or yourself, you’d have to see how things played out.

And with that, you rolled over, your eyes slowly drifting shut.

You were out within a minute. And fortunately for Rudy, so were his neighbors.

It was a rather quiet night, after all, and with his soundproof walls, no one could hear a thing.

Even with the preparation for the next present for his precious Ken, the perfect gift of appreciation, no one could hear the sounds of his true work.

Well, no one except you.

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sunandsstars · 2 years ago

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YAWNETU

CHAPTER 1

Jake x Neytiri x Na’vi!Reader

Summary: One other mate was enough, but two? Unneeded. ___ was the outcast, the unwanted woman. Jake and Neytiri wouldn’t ever see her..right?

Warnings: Talks of war, Briefly mentions death/Bodily harm, Angst, Swearing, Non-con Word count: 2.4k

A/N: Here it is people, the angst series :( Prepare yourselves

Taglist: @itsyoboysparkel @dumb-fawkin-bitch @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @fanboyluvr

Having one mate was enough for a Na’vi, they did not need another to deal with or weigh them down. It was a huge commitment and for most, a waste of time. More than one significant other was a rare case these days anyway, usually only reserved for Na’vi of a higher ranking, like an Olo’eyktan or Tsahìk.

Jake didn’t know that the Na’vi can bond with more than one at a time until Grace brought it to his attention one day, “Na’vi will mate with only one other person for their whole life, unless duty brings them to marry another” she stated, smoking a cigarette haphazardly in the lab room, eyeing the man who sat uninterested in his wheelchair.

Mating. Jake thought it sounded primal, animalistic, something the creatures back on Earth used to do just to get a quick fuck. But when Neytiri brought it up and he finally experienced it himself, it could only be described as sublime. He’s never felt such feelings, emotions. You share them with your partner in such a deep level it left him feeling breathless.

Following their mating the skypeople attacked and cut down the Tree of Voices, severing one of their main connections to their ancestors. That’s when he realised it was time for war. Several clans joined the mighty Toruk Makto to fight for Pandora, when he called they answered. But the battle was bloody, long and gruelling, they all lost brothers and sisters that day. But at least now they will find peace in Eywa’s warm embrace.

The Great Sorrow then became something of the past and the Omaticaya were relocated to an area by Hellsgate, the humans and Na’vi finally living in harmony but not peace, a lot preferring to still shun the aliens away from their home.

But the forest provided tall trees to cover them from predators and plenty of abundance, humans will also be with their technology inside an environment they can thrive in, so each side wins. Jake had finally been anointed as Olo’eyktan with Neytiri being his tsakarem, the couple couldn’t be more happier with the way things have become, fully believing the skypeople will not return.

But happiness must soon come to an end.

“Ma sa’nok! Why?! Why must we be mated to her?! She is useless!” Neytiri yelled angrily at her mother, the Tsahìk, she has just been told her mother has been seeing visions in her sleep and suspected Eywa was trying to tell her something. This ‘something’ was about her child’s third mate, which she did not anticipate.

“All of our roles play an important part here daughter” Mo’at glared, has she taught her child no less? “your new wife will be a good edition to your family and therefore the clan. It must be done, Eywa has spoken”

Neytiri did not understand, her and Jake were happy together. Alone. They did not need another person to ruin the balance of their life. She turned around sharply to her husband who was sat on the ground by the tree of souls, urging him to make an opinion on the matter with a glare. Jake coughed.

“I agree Mo’at. We are fine together just as it is”

“This is not your decision to make Jake Sully. The great mother will not be happy, she has done this for a reason and we must trust her judgement. She has shown me what will happen if this does not happen, you and your family will fall under a great despair, it will disrupt all we have made” Jake’s ears perked up, alarmed, ‘what does she mean a great despair’. As his thoughts started to turmoil Neytiri continued to talk to her mother, coming to an understanding that it was the way of life. She cannot disregard Eywa’s wishes.

With a huff she walked towards Jake and pulled him up by the arm with no effort, eyes a glare and ears pinned to her head. She walked away and towards her new ikran, ready to get back to camp. “So.. do you know who we’re supposed to mate?”

“Srane”

“Are you gonna tell me?” They flew into the air, Bob screeching as they went above the trees, staying low to the forest. Neytiri didn’t answer his question and stayed silent, shit. He was just a man, a man who knows when NOT to anger a woman, especially one like her. He decided to not take it any further.

Arriving back to Hellsgate they dismounted and landed onto the floor, Jake greeting the humans who passed by them, taking samples from the nature. Neytiri walked up to where the food was being prepared, a group of woman sat by some small children who they looked after while parents were away doing chores. She grabbed one of ladies by the arm and dragged her towards Jake who only stared in confusion. Soon morphing into realisation.

“Introduce yourself” The warrior exclaimed harshly. Knowing that Mo’at has already told her of the plans, she knew going to her daughter first would cause another war and the elder planned to avoid it. So telling the new mate first was the best option for everyone.

“___ te Syakx Hìfey’ite” the woman’s ears lowered to her head and she faced the ground. The pain in her arm where Neytiri gripped was hard, sure to bruise. “I am a gatherer, a healer. I do not hunt like you or -“ Neytiri squeezed her arm to silence her, having enough of her talking.

They were close in age, both eighteen years old and fully grown adults. They both attended Grace’s school together growing up, they were close. ___ was closer with Neytiri’s sister though, Sylwanin. When she died, the younger sister blamed everything on the other girl. Cursing her out and they never talked again until now.

___ was nervous, she knew she had to mate with them, both of them. She knew that the other woman was angry at her still, even after two years. She could not blame her for the grief of her sibling. But over something she did not do? She was not at fault here.

“Nice to meet you” Jake said curtly, not really wanting to talk any further. He did not like the idea of a second mate either, even on Earth it was extremely taboo so he felt awkward on the matter. Neytiri let go of her arm and dragged Jake off, presumably to talk about anything but the ceremony that is supposed to be held later today. Announcing the decisions their Tsahìk has made to the clan, surely they would all be most pleased. ___ could not say the same towards the couple who walked off.

One part of her thought that they just wanted to be alone for a while, being more recently mated and being thrown into another relationship was confusing and disrupting, she understood that. But the more rational part knew that while Neytiri continued to dislike her, she knew their life together would be filled with nothing but pain and suffering. But she would put on a brave face. For her own sake and the clans. Eywa has spoken.

But is what Eywa saying right?

She was correct, the clan was most happy. Despite some whisperings here and there, they would have to agree that they would all make a good trio. ___ was a good healer, she was gifted with her skills. She was also good to the elderly and children, always happy with a smile on her face. Neytiri was a good huntress and a Tsahìk in training, her battle abilities are most adored on. Jake, he was their Toruk Makto, Rider of Last Shadow. He was well respected in that alone.

But while the Omaticaya was happy, she was not. Sat next to Jake on his left she was left to eat in silence as him and Neytiri conversed without her. Not even looking in her direction once. She figured that they would not talk to her all through the night and decided to make peace with herself.

A little girl tapped her shoulder and ___ turned around to face one of the children she often looked after, Sray. “You are going to be mated to them?” she looked at her Olo’eyktan and his wife, yellow eyes wide.

___ nodded and forced a smile on her face “Yes, Sray. I will be” she stated softly, not comfortable with saying the revelation out loud.

Suddenly Sray sniffed, doe eyes watering “does that mean you will not have time for us anymore? Please sa’nu! I do not want you to leave!” the sweet girl jumped in the adults arms and clung to her chest, fearing that if she let go, ___ will disappear.

“Ma ‘evi, I will always have time for you and everyone else, just because I will be mated, does not mean I will not see you ever again” ___ kissed Sray’s head, wiping her little tears and grinning. Bringing comfort to the girl, Sray smiled back, still sniffling.

“LeNa’vi! Fìtxon awnga fpe’ pxefo mìso!” the people cheered, raising their drinks and whooping. The three will be mated under the tree of souls, to legitimise the union.

Jake and Neytiri looked at each other, worry in the man’s and anger in the woman’s. They did not want to do anything with her, but would have to make it look like they had, they were not stupid. If they did not do this then the people will become angry, it would be a disgrace. Only the great mother shall know.

Standing up, Jake held his large hand out to his wife who took it. Letting go and walking towards the direction of the tree, they would not take the ikran, but rather run through the night. Jake then turned to look at ___ who still sat with Sray in her warm arms, he nodded his head to the direction Neytiri went and followed her.

A little hurt that he did not offer his hand to her, ___ kissed Sray’s forehead and stood up, walking after them. As they got deeper into the forest they began to run, ___ tried her best to catch up but the two were hunters, they were more used to navigating the thickness of the fauna better than her.

“W-Wait!” she called in English, but the two ignored her and ran further ahead of her. ___’s ears slicked back and she huffed to herself, heart beating erratically with annoyance.

At some point the jungle got too thick for her to get through and she paused, the two she was following nowhere in sight. She twisted around, straining her ears to hear any calls or footsteps to help guide her. But to no avail, she lost them. Meaning she herself did not know where she was, this part of the forest was so much further out from the old hometree, a part she has not navigated before.

Her breathing started to speed up, panicking. Did they leave her? Alone? Here? She knew they did not like her, but this was too much. It was past eclipse and night, anything could come to kill her.

A rough hand grabbed her arm, the same one Neytiri held earlier that day and turned her around. An angry Jake stood there with brows furrowed, fangs bared. “Why did you stop?” he growled, ears slicked back “you were supposed to follow, not stop and sightsee like a lunatic!”

She did not know what that word meant, but by his tone it was something mean. Her own ears pressed against her head and her tail tucked between her legs, she yelped as she was harshly dragged through the forest, Jake never letting go of her arm even as they got to the tree of souls.

He let go and stood next to Neytiri who had her queue attacked to one of the hanging branches, tendrils letting go and she broke the bond. Turning to see ___ with a hand on her arm, the bruises were darker than before, the sting aching the area and making her hesitant to move it.

The warrior glared at her and snarled “you will have a baby put in you, as it is the way. But we are not bonding. Never. You will deal with that shame” she barked in Jake’s native tongue, her words were harsh and the prospect of not bonding with the only people she could was demeaning, it brought water to her yellow eyes. This was low, a baby without a bond was seen as disgrace. She would bring great shame to Na’vi.

“Neytiri-“

“Kem si ke plltxe kurkung!” ___ closed her mouth, she did not want to anger Neytiri further than she has. Jake, who stood watching the ordeal, strolled towards ___ and pushed her down onto the ground, pulling her loincloth to the side and doing the same to his.

“Pey! Oe kawkrr-“ her words were again cut off as pain filled her lower abdomen, he entered her. It was her first time and he just did it so fast without considering her feelings. Tears streamed down her soft cheeks, pained noises leaving her mouth as Jake started to move. He manhandled her onto her stomach, pressing his hand to her lower back above her tail bone, if the pain at her core wasn’t enough then the sensitive space on her back was.

Neytiri simply watched as her glare burned holes into the girl beneath her, the person that ruined her life. That took her sister away from her, took everything. She was not going to welcome this destroyer into her family, never. She’ll make sure ___ and her children will be shamed, if not by the people then by her own kids and husband.

___ felt something warm release inside of her, oozing out of her hole. She felt Jake lift off of her and heard him step towards his mate, both of them softly talking to one another while ___ was left to curl up, sobbing quietly. The man that was supposed to care for her, supposed to love her, took her dignity and now her first child.

Her heart squeezed in her chest as she could only imagine the future to come.

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justyanle · 2 years ago

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I warmly greet! Can I have a request for Miles Spider from Avatar please? Where the reader (human) tries to learn how to jump and climb trees like her good friend Spider does, but during the training she missteps and is in danger of falling down from a great height. She manages to grab the edges of the branch, but she can't climb back up, so out of sheer fear and desperation, she screams for help...and Spider hears her.

Please something cuteeeee, I adore this boy!❤️

Well Being

(Spider x f!Reader)

Spider has been helping you get used to the environment of Pandora until things go wrong or rather, right.

Content Warning: Fluff, slight swearing, reader almost getting hurt, more fluff, Spider x f!Reader

As of the moment, you were trying to imitate the boy who had grown up in the forest - he's strong and hasty, ridiculously jacked for his age.

You were another baby that got stuck on the green and bioluminescent lands of Pandora. Unlike Spider, you reserved yourself in the lab growing up, often preferring to study the surroundings rather than being in it.

Your athletic abilities weren't the best, usually having trouble trailing behind Spider's lean physique.

This disadvantage was one of the things you dreaded due to the fact you were currently trying to climb up a tall tree in the woods.

"Spider! This better be worth it!" you yelled at the boy far down on the ground as the only thing he was focused on was your figure high above a branch of the wood you were seated on.

"I won't catch you if you fall, you gotta learn how to be independent, [Y/N]!" he teased, a cheeky smile accompanying his face in amusement while you were doing your best to keep your body stable and balanced on the tree branch that stood high.

Spider knew you were lacking in the athletic field so he wanted to train you for the instances in the forest.

Though, that's what he wanted to believe.

Spider wanted to take you to all the breathtaking views and nature in the environment you grew opposite of. He was hoping to have more time and moments with you, the gushy feeling in his stomach would always bubble in his stomach when you were there, even just mentioned.

Pushing your nervous emotions to the side, standing up on the branch that had your knees shaky.

Jittering, you got your stance ready to leap onto another large piece of wood in front of you, searching for it's stability.

You wind up your body, preparing for the big leap you were about to perform. With all your might and strength, the locomotions of your body moved and -

"SHIT!"

Your hand was gripping onto the branch you had tried to make your big jump on, trying to compose all your body weight with a tight hold of your digits off the tree you were hanging off.

Not wanting to give up your pride, you tried to pull your body higher that was getting weighed down by Pandora's gravity, though that resulted in a shaking arm and a hand releasing its hold.

You were close to tears, not sure if it was because of the fear that you were going to possibly fall or if it was because of your ego hurting if you called for Spider.

Sighing, you could only prepare for the embarrassment and shame you would face after this inciden, not wanting to seem weak.

"Spider! Help!"

Spider's head followed the source of the high pitched sound of screams, the view he found was the image of your body dangling from a high piece of the tree you were climbing and jumping on.

"Shit! [Y/N]! Hang on, okay?!" he onwardly rushed to the tree with no signs of showing struggle, leaping and climbing onto branches one by one. His toned and muscular body was working it's way to you, his agility and flexibility working all at the same time.

The boy was nearing your aching body, trying to hold onto the tree for your life, your last moments could've been possibly happening. With one last jump, he was on the branch you were dangling off of.

"[Y/N]! You good?" he asked, taking your one arm that was still clinging to the Pandorian oak and pulling you with strength. Once he pulled you up enough, your other hand finally got ahold of the branch you were bracing yourself on and pushed your body weight up.

Spider has successfully pulled you onto the thick and sturdy branch where the two of you now shared the space on.

The scared boy spoke up, "My God, oh my God.." voice trembling and breathy due to the fact that he almost lost you and the speedy trek he performed in order to save the precious girl he adored.

"Thank you Spider.. Thank you..." you sweetly mumbled into his neck, basically straddling his thighs and kept your arms around his neck, his muscular biceps around and wrapped around your waist.

"You're okay now [Y/N], you're okay."

He felt foolish for making you risk your life just to be able to hang out with him rather than adjusting his ways for you, he felt immense shame and guilt creep into his chest, he couldn't take the mental picture of you - his [Y/N], being in danger just to have the ability to make memories with him.

But,

he knew he could only care less about his feelings at the moment, he only cared about you. All of you. He was more than relieved and happy to see your state of well-being with no bruises or scratches, it was perfect. You are perfect.

a/n: this is so half assed and im still suffering from the shame of accidentally posting a whole ass fanfic that was supposed 2 be a draft..... if u saw it no u didnt, thank you for requesting and my reqs r still open

#atwow #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #avatar #avatar movie #miles socorro #miles spider socorro x reader #miles spider socorro #avatar spider x reader #spider avatar x reader #spider avatar #avatar spider #spider socorro x reader #spider socorro #spider x reader

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hyperfixationsporfavor · 9 months ago

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Buried Alive (Gojo x Geto)

Author's note: Hey lovely readers. This fic is based off of the basement au created by @sadbenedict

Please go checked out their amazing work.

Synopsis: Gojo spares Geto from death, opting for something more infinite.

Warnings: Thoughts of self harm, self harm, unhealthy relationships

“Suguru?” Satoru softly asked.

His ex kept his back turned, staring blankly at the old tv Satoru had found tucked away in storage. The only thing it could play was vhs tapes, mostly old sitcoms. So the silence was occasionally broken by a laugh track.

“Suguru?” he asked again.

The laugh track played again, no response.

Satoru sighed in defeat. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

He left without saying another word.

Satoru’s life was a little fucked up at the moment.

And if he stopped to think about it for more than a few seconds he’d probably go insane.

For starters, Suguru Geto, his ex, had managed to take out an entire village and put a target on his back by the age of seventeen. Then, he disappeared off the face of the planet, only to reemerge with a new purpose, new loved ones.

It destroyed Satoru. His first heartbreak.

He had replayed the events over and over again in his head throughout the years. How could he do this?

Leave him and the people who had loved him the most. Replacing them all. Replacing him. But Satoru could never replace him, and that adoration would destroy them both.

“How old are you?”

Satoru looked up at the old man behind the counter. He had been coming to the same secondhand store for the last two weeks to get tapes for Suguru, and had managed to catch the shipowner's curiosity.

“I’m 27,” he answered.

The shop owner furrowed his brow. “Aren’t you a little young to still be buying tapes? Even the old timers don’t bother with this stuff anymore.”

Satoru chuckled and pulled out his wallet. “I guess I just have a hard time letting go.”

“Your arm looks good, Geto,” Shoko murmured as she inspected her handiwork.

After the failed christmas eve attack, Satoru had brought him to her office, desperate to heal his broken body. With the aid of reverse cursed technique and the abilities she’d honed in medical school, he was physically perfected. Mentally, that was another story.

Her former friend looked withered, weighed down under the massive chains Satoru used to hold him down. He was thin from not eating, dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping.

“Not bad for someone who cheated her way through med school,” he jested.

“Better than running a ponzi scheme,” she retorted.

“Which I could get back to doing if you broke these chains and let me go,” Suguru suggested.

“Nice try asshole.”

“It was worth a shot.”

Shoko packed up her medical bag, snapping it shut with more gusto than necessary.

“How long are you going to ice him out?” she asked.

“For however long I’m stuck in this shit hole,” he mumbled.

She sighed, pulling her cigarettes out of her lab coat pocket.

“I’d offer you a lighter but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”

Shoko ignored the quip, fishing a cigarette out of the carton and placing it between her lips, then retrieving her own lighter she always carried on her.

“That’s alright,” she muttered, her pursed lips balancing the cigarette. “I stopped depending on you a long time ago.”

She left him to ponder that sentiment, it hurt more than he would have liked to admit.

2007

It was scorching outside.

So to alleviate the discomfort from the heat Suguru closed the windows and put his fan on the highest level it could go.

Satoru later joined him.

The two of them laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling while a Weezer cd played. Satoru had ‘borrowed’ it from Ichiji.

“I’ll put it back in his room later,” Satoru lazily assured him.

On an island in the sun

We'll be playing and having fun

And it makes me feel so fine

I can't control my brain

Suguru turned his head to face Satoru, he looked so peaceful at that moment.

It made Suguru feel assured, his feet were firmly on the ground, right here, in this moment, the world was still.

Satoru smiled. “I know.”

So Suguru closed his eyes, being lulled to sleep from a mixture of heat and music.

But it didn’t matter.

He was safe here.

We'll run away together

We'll spend some time forever

We'll never feel bad anymore

“Suguru?”

Suguru slowly opened his eyes.

He must have dozed off after Shoko left.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had a dream that wasn’t a nightmare. But why have one when he was living in some twisted reality that was more eerie than anything his mind could conjure.

Satoru set some bags down on the ground and approached him.

“I got some more tapes, books, cassettes, and a few things for dinner.”

Suguru just blankly stared at him, although he found the dream he had just had softened his heart a touch with nostalgia, much to his dismay. Still, he wouldn’t give his captor the satisfaction of being vulnerable with him.

Satoru had bought an assortment of convenience store food, takeout, and a box of Kikufuku from that bakery he was always raging about whenever he went to Sendai on business. Suguru should have been grateful but the glutinous setup made him nauseous. It felt orchestrated to create a well balanced facade. Something that Satoru was determined to perform.

While he set everything up he told him about what was going on in the world beyond his cell.

“Yuta’s away with Miguel for the time being. And Megumi seems to be doing well so far.”

He pressed a Kikufuku against Suguru’s mouth, but he kept his jaw wired shut, refusing the gift.

So Satoru set it back down on the plate with the other food that remained untouched.

“Shoko told me you were in excellent health but you’re still underweight.”

The white haired sorcerer took the box and popped a sweet into his mouth, then another.

“I checked up on the twins while I was out,” he said in between chews.

Suguru’s throat tightened up, but he remained silent.

Satoru pulled another sweet out of the box, examining it in the dim light of the cell.

“These are so good. Are you sure you don’t want one?”

Suguru just glared at him.

Satoru sighed and dropped the uneaten sweet back into the box.

“I should get going. Megumi’s home alone and-”

“You are unbelievable,” Suguru muttered.

Satoru tilted his head. “What?”

Suguru scoffed. “You brought up Mimiko and Nanako on purpose. So if you're going to deliver some half baked threat at least have the decency to say it to my face.

Satoru smiled, a fake one that made him look manic. “Don’t worry. If I wanted those things gone I would have taken care of them a long time ago.”

Suguru clenched his jaw. “If you hurt them-”

“You’ll what?” Satoru simply asked. “What will you do?”

Suguru felt his heart drop. All of a sudden things had become alarmingly more clear. Satoru was gone. And in his place was a monster.

He was the strongest. And everyone else was destined to follow him.

Satoru picked up the uneaten kikufuku and held it towards Suguru.

“Now, are you hungry?”

The kikufuku had left a bitter taste in Suguru’s mouth, worse than any curse he had been forced to swallow.

After Satoru had left he found the taste growing stronger and stronger.

He wanted to shove his fingers down his throat and throw it all up but he couldn’t with these damn chains around his hands, his feet, his neck. So he grew agitated, agitation morphed into anger, until it reached blinding rage.

The television played some mind numbing sitcom behind him. About some fake perfect family living their fake perfect life. Someone said an unfunny joke and the laugh track dutifully followed.

It set him off, so he lunged himself towards the television and slammed his fist through the screen.

Finally, the laughter stopped, but only momentarily, as it started bubbling out of his lips.

Suguru pulled his fist out of the broken screen and examined his bloodied hand. And he laughed harder.

He laughed until he cried.

Then screamed.

Then cried again, sinking to the ground.

No one could hear him in the windowless room below ground. He was buried alive, and no matter how loud he screamed, or cried, or laughed, no one heard. No one except the strongest, Satoru Gojo, his first love, who had kept him here in purgatory.

He was nowhere.

And here he would stay.

The End.

#satoru x suguru #gojo x geto #jjk fanfic #satoru gojo #suguru geto #ao3 writer

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ppawmpkin · 2 years ago

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Make it to me.

Black Fem! Reader x Shuri

Sexual Content. 18+

“You’ve been having marriage problems?!” Okoye said, her voice a little more louder than you appreciate, placing a warning finger to your lips. “Jesus, quiet down a little.” You said, eyes peering uncomfortably around the room to see if anyone had heard her, before lowering your voice in a whisper. You beckoned her closer, til your mouth was near her ear. “Yes.” You said, although issue were to happen in every marriage, you still felt displaced saying it, those words felt equivalent to, “My relationship is falling short.” and in all honesty, you hated it. Being a wife to a princess wasn’t hard, you loved her and she loved you but, being a wife to the most smartest of women in the entire world, that’s another story. And yes, you loved her and that huge brain of hers, one that had made you fall deeply for her in the first place, but you felt if her lab was slowly but surely easing into your position, corrupting all of your woman’s time.

“What kind?” She asked, concern glazed across her features. “I’m competing with her lab for her attention, kind of problems.” You said, taking a sip of your warm coffee, feeling the warm, pure flavors on your tongue. “That’s just Shuri, she loves you.” She said, using her words in attempt to soothe me. “I know that but I still feel neglected, we haven’t been talking much and sometimes the girl doesn’t even come home.” You huffed, feeling stressed on the matter. You didn’t suspect any foul play or cheating from her, at all. You just hated the distance, you didn’t just want to know she loved you, you wanted her to show it, you sure had been these last weeks, displaying your affections only to receive the minimum in return. “Have you tried talking to her?” Okoye questioned, raising her eyebrows slightly. You looked down, eyes examining the floor which gave Okoye your answer from that alone, you hadn’t. “I’ll tell you this, try communicating with her first, tell her so she can be aware of how you feel and fix it.” She said, the actions described being easier said than executed.

“But Okoye-” You groaned, doubt laced in your tone which made her quickly shut you down, placing a hand right in front of your face. “Nope, I don’t want to hear it, talk about it that’s it, that’s all.” She said, giving you a look of warning before making her exit, not wanting to hear your countless excuses. You let what she said marinate, weighing both of your responses to the issue on a balance. Hers had won in every area, having the probability of the greater outcome other than you sitting there and doing nothing. Damn. You disliked addressing issues, it just wasn’t in you, not that Shuri had made you uncomfortable matter of fact, quite the opposite. She deserved to know, it would kill her if she knew you were keeping a feeling from her, especially after she told you that anything you express is completely fine.

You had to, it just wouldn’t be right if you didn’t. You stood up from your seat, jittery as you made your way to her lab. Finally, you reached her lab, hearing her frustrated voice echo across the room. She appeared to be working on something, to be honest, you had no earthly idea what it was but you knew it was something resourceful and most likely, valuable. She couldn’t even hear your footsteps, being to engrossed in critiquing her own work out loud. Fix this, change that, mixed with much more cursing than she usually did. Filthy mouth. You thought to yourself, knowing that if she would’ve heard your thoughts out loud, she would be fast to jump to her defense. “Hello, my love.” You say, loudly enough to interject her constant rambling. Although, not being able to see her, you could feel her smile, warmth enveloping your own body. She was in a great state, if she was stressed or upset, your presence had melted that all away.

“Hey, princess.” She said, her soft words making you feel butterflies in your stomach. That pet name always did, and always would have that same effect on you, despite you having it for years. You found yourself, wrapping your arms around her shoulders, kissing her cheeks. “Mhm, what brings you here?” She said, melting with every small peck you had gave her. “I wanna talk to you about something, really quick.” Shuri raised her eyebrows, curiosity dancing in her deep brown eyes. “What is it, love?” She questioned, giving you her full attention, eyes only trained on you. “You’ve been distant, lately. For the last two weeks.” You just jumped right in, not giving yourself enough time to sugar coat. She sighed, “I know, I never intended to be, I had so much work to attend to these last weeks, plus my responsibilities on the throne.” She said, you could tell she felt bad, so you grabbed her hands in yours. Your warm hands contradicting her cool ones. “It’s fine, I just was worried.” You said, eyes on hers, letting her know you meant it. “No, princess, it’s not. I’ve neglected you, I’m sorry. Never again.” She said, placing a kiss on your ring, something that, in reality you should be doing to her. She was a princess after all.

In all truthfulness, her gentleness with you made you forget all about what nagged you in the first place. You couldn’t stay upset at her, not one bit especially when she was so damn irresistible and so smooth with her words. “You’re forgiven.” You said, practically looking at her with hearts in your eyes. She noticed, how quick you went from addressing a issue to undressing her with your eyes. You weren’t even subtle with it, looking her up and down with no shame. In your defense, she did look so damn edible right now, dressed in a simple jeans and white shirt but looking otherworldly, especially when the wakadian sun favored her so greatly. “Damn, you could at least attempt to be slick with it.” She joked, humoring herself. You smiled, not the slightest of shameful. Hell, even she couldn’t blame you.

“You’re my wife, I don’t have to be.” You inched closer to her, mouth centimeters apart from hers. “You owe me for lost time anyway.” You pulled her shirt toward you, closing the small gap between you both. She kissed you speechless, with so much love and passion. Her mouth dominating your own, making you groan as she tasted every inch of you. Both of your mouths found a harmony, becoming slower and sloppier at the end when you both needed to breathe and even then, you didn’t want to stop. The room was now filled with your heavy panting. “We can’t do this here, I’d hate to mess up any-” You were interrupted by her hand clearing the table, all just for you to sit on. “Good? Good.” She answered her own question, grabbing you by your waist and setting you on her table. Her legs standing in between your spread ones, fingers lifting your face so your eyes meet hers.

“Strip, before I rip those clothes from your body and I would really, really hate to. Especially when you look so damn good in them.” She says, eyes low set, clouded with a carnival desire for you. You ease out of your clothing, each piece falling to the floor with a quick plop. She drifted her fingers hungrily over your body, grazing over every curve, every mole and every scar, she loved everything about your shape. The small pudge at your stomach, the swell of your chest and ass, the stretch marks that creeped up your shoulders and breast. “Mhm, beautiful, baby. You are just divine.” She complimented, her now warm hands fondling your breast while her mouth painted kisses on your neck. You shivered under her, as she used her mouth to mark you. Although she didn’t need any marks to prove you were hers.

“Shuri.” You moaned, as her mouth worked its way down your body, kissing both of your nipples before licking them with her tongue. Sending waves of subtle pleasure through your body. She littered kisses over your stomach, til she reached your thighs, avoiding where you ached for her the most. “Stop playing.” You groaned, irritated with her antics.”You rushing me, Princess?” She laughed, rubbing a finger down your slit, sticking her fingers that were coated with your juices in her mouth. “Mhm you taste so sweet.” She licked her fingers one last time, completely savoring your taste before diving her tongue into your soaked cunt. Your fingers grasped her hair, weaving their way in the softness of her curly locks. Sinful sounds slipped your lips, not being able to contain yourself with how much exhilarating pleasure she was causing you.

Sucking on your sensitive clit, eyes staring directly into your soul. She loved it, watching you crumble, body surrendering to her and to her only. As those precious sounds you made fell upon her ears, she couldn’t help her desires any more. Showing you no mercy with how she was swallowing you whole, all while her eyes remained trained on your face. Nasty. Wasn’t even the word for it, it was down right, Disgusting. You started to grind against her face, aching for more, more and more. You could tell she planned to slut you out completely, make you forget your own name. She had to be, with how nose deep she was in your cunt. Your wetness bounced off the walls and you were sure any one in earshot could hear how she was making you feel. Curses leaving your lips time and time again.

You started to feel that familiar knot in your stomach, so close to tipping off the edge. “You’re close?” She questioned, already knowing the answer from her you were clenching around her tongue. “Y-yes.” You struggled, feeling the knot get bigger with every movement if that skilled mouth of hers. Feeling the waves of sweet pleasure overtake your body, you finally let go, a string of swears leaving your lips as you came, juices dripping down into Shuri’s mouth. She cleaned the corners of her lips, taking as much of you as she could before sallowing your juices with ease. “I love you, y’know that?” You said, still coming down from your high, head still partially in the clouds. “You have to, because you definitely wouldn’t have been spread on this desk for anyone else.” She chuckled, grabbing one of her big sweaters, trying to hand it to you but you declined. “I have to take care of you first.” You said, hands wandering off on her body. She removed them, kissing your hand. “You can do that upstairs, later.” Shuri said, slipping the sweater over your head. She kissed you one last time, giving your ass a smack before you left her lab, she left you wanting more, biting your lip every time a thought of her entered your mind. If you weren’t ever looking forward to anything else, you most definitely were looking forward to tonight.

#shuri udaku #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #black reader #black panther imagine #queen shuri #wakanda forever

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winters8child · 3 months ago

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 59

I perched on one of the many tables in Tony's lab, my heels long discarded and my elegant dress swapped for a simple shirt and yoga pants. The air was thick with tension as we grappled with the aftermath of Ultron's attack. The realization that he had infiltrated and compromised all our systems was a bitter pill to swallow. He had access to everything, including nuclear codes.

"Nukes? He said he wanted us dead," Natasha remarked, her voice tinged with worry and disbelief as she paced the floor.

"He didn't say dead. He said extinct," Steve corrected, his tone somber and resolute.

"And he also mentioned he killed someone," Clint added, his voice trailing off as he wandered around the lab, his steps aimless and heavy. The loss of Jarvis weighed on us all—Ultron had targeted him because Jarvis was our last line of defense.

Thor erupted without warning, storming across the room and seizing Tony by the neck.

"Come on, use your words, buddy," Tony croaked, his voice strained but still carrying a hint of his trademark sarcasm.

"I have more than enough words to describe you, Stark," Thor thundered, his eyes blazing with fury, his grip tightening. His anger was palpable, bubbling just beneath the surface of his skin.

Steve took a step towards them, his voice firm and commanding. "Thor. The Legionnaire."

Thor released Tony, who stumbled slightly before regaining his balance. "The trail went cold about a hundred miles out," Thor reported, his voice still laced with anger as he continued to glare at Stark. "But it is headed north. And it has the scepter."

"Now we have to retrieve it. Again," Thor continued, his tone dripping with accusation. Dr. Cho, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "I don't understand. You built this program. Why is it trying to kill us?" she asked, directing her bewildered gaze at Tony.

Tony started to chuckle, a sound that seemed entirely out of place given the gravity of the situation. I looked around at our collective confusion, our faces mirroring each other's bewilderment.

"Tony has finally lost his mind," I said, my voice exasperated and tinged with disbelief. Bruce was shaking his head vigorously, his eyes fixed on Tony. Before he could speak, Thor's voice boomed across the lab, "You think this is funny?"

Tony turned to face him, a strange mix of humor and frustration in his eyes. "No, it's probably not, right? This is very terrible. Is it so... It is. It's so terrible," he said, his voice tinged with laughter that seemed to mock the gravity of the situation.

"This could have been avoided if you had not played with something you don't understand," Thor reprimanded, his tone harsh and unforgiving.

"No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It is funny. It's a hoot that you don't get why we need this," Tony retorted, stepping forward until he was almost chest-to-chest with Thor. The tension between them crackled like electricity.

Bruce tried to intervene, his voice calm but urgent. "Tony, this might not be the time."

But Tony was having none of it. He turned sharply to Bruce, "Really? That's it? You just roll over. Show your belly every time somebody snarls?"

Bruce's eyes widened in disbelief. "Only when I create a murder bot."

"We didn't. We weren't even close. Were we close to an interface?" Tony asked, his frustration boiling over. The tech jargon flew over my head, adding to my growing headache. The night had stretched on far too long, and our nerves were frayed beyond repair. I had to admit Tony had a point. The attack on New York had starkly demonstrated that Earth needed some form of protection against the threats lurking in the vastness of space.

"We are the Avengers," Tony declared, his tone intense. "We can tackle arms dealers all day long, but that up there—" he gestured toward the heavens, his expression grim, "—that's the endgame. How were you planning on beating that?"

"Together," Steve replied firmly, his voice carrying a resolute determination.

Tony’s gaze was unwavering as he stepped closer, his eyes locked onto Steve’s. "We’ll lose," he said bluntly.

"Then we’ll do that together, too," Steve answered without missing a beat, his resolve as unshakable as ever.

We all retreated to our rooms, the exhaustion from the night's events weighing heavily on us. Sleep was urgently needed. I collapsed onto the center of the bed, my thoughts still tangled with the chaos of the evening, when I noticed Steve removing his shirt.

Amid the ongoing Ultron crisis, I had almost managed to push aside the troubling memories from the maze. But now, all the guilt came crashing back, a tidal wave of remorse overwhelming me. I squeezed my eyes shut, only to find that doing so intensified the pain, making Bucky's face the only image that lingered in the darkness.

Steve collapsed onto the bed beside me with a weary sigh and began tracing gentle circles on my stomach. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with concern, but he offered me a reassuring smile and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.

Tears welled up as I felt the comforting weight of his presence. The softness of his touch and the simple act of lying here with him brought a profound sense of solace amid the turmoil. His brows furrowed in concern when he saw the tears streaming down my face. Gently, he wiped them away with his thumb. My eyes fluttered shut at the feather-light touch, and I leaned into the warmth of his palm.

"I know it's been a tough night, but we’ll be okay," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing as he kissed away my tears.

Despite his comforting words, I felt like the worst person in the world. The weight of my guilt was unbearable, and I lacked the courage to be honest with him, paralyzed by my selfishness. I cupped his face in my hands and gazed up into his eyes, my tears continuing to fall. "I love you, Steve," I choked out, my voice trembling. "I love you so much... I’m so sorry..."

His brow furrowed in confusion, though a faint smile lingered on his lips. "I love you too," he said softly. "But why are you sorry? I don’t understand..." My lip quivered as I stared into his eyes, my mind racing through all the possible outcomes of telling him the truth. The weight of my decision felt unbearable, and despite knowing that honesty was needed, I couldn't bring myself to speak. The reason? A paralyzing sense of selfishness.

As the silence between us grew heavy, I felt a surge of desperation. Unable to bear the weight of my unspoken truth and the agony of not being able to share it, I reached out and pulled him close. My lips crashed against his with an urgent, feverish intensity. It was a kiss born from a mix of fear, regret, and an overwhelming need to connect.

Steve’s initial surprise gave way to a passionate response. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer as if trying to absorb the whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken me.

His hand slid to my thigh as he hovered above me, our tongues and lips meeting in a fervent clash. I grasped the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward to reveal his broad chest. The need to be as close to him as possible drove me to quickly discard the rest of our clothes. We were soon pressed together, our bodies bare and entwined, skin against skin.

"I love you so much," I whispered between labored breaths and gasps as his fingers traced fiery paths over my skin. Each touch ignited a new wave of desire, making my body arch toward him.

Steve's eyes locked onto mine with an intense gaze, his expression a blend of raw passion and deep affection. He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I love you too. Always."

I pulled back, my breaths coming in heavy gasps as his eyes fluttered open, surprised by my sudden hesitation. He searched my face for an explanation, but I remained silent. His hand gently cupped my cheek, his voice soft but laced with concern. "What's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words seemed to catch in my throat. The weight of what I needed to say felt overwhelming.

"He was here... Bucky... during the party," I stammered, unsure of how he would react.

His eyes widened in shock. "Why didn’t you tell me? I thought he was leaving... What did he say?" His voice grew almost frantic, a mix of worry and agitation evident in his tone. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. "He said he was scared... that he didn’t want to leave without me," I confessed, my voice trembling.

Steve's expression shifted to one of deep concern, and a heavy silence settled between us. After a moment, he spoke again, his tone serious. "Well, tell him I want to talk to him."

"I don’t have a way to reach him," I replied, my voice tinged with frustration. "He just appears and disappears, like a ghost."

Steve nodded, a look of determination in his eyes. "Then let him know that next time he shows up. Is that everything he said?"

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "That’s it..."

He looked at me for a moment longer, then sighed deeply. "We should try to get some sleep. It’s late." He got up, pulled on his shorts, turned off the lights, and settled back into bed, facing away from me.

I spent the rest of the night wide awake.

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vexcraft · 2 years ago

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lots of tcd on the dash lately so here's one of my fics from a while ago :) can also be read here on ao3

1.3k words, no major warnings (more specific tags on ao3)

nothing's broken

The first thing Scar noticed when he came back to his senses was how hot it was. He felt sweaty, his clothes sticking to his skin, making him feel overwhelmed and gross. It wasn’t the kind of cold sweat he would sometimes wake up covered in after a bad dream either, he genuinely felt warm. He wasn’t supposed to feel warm, it felt wrong.

The second thing he noticed was that he wasn’t breathing.

He quickly stood up, not having even noticed he had been on the ground, gasping for air like he had been held underwater against his will and had finally been allowed to breathe, like his life depended on it. His vision was swimming and he almost tumbled over as he lost control of his body for a second when a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him.

It took a while for him to collect himself again. Keeping his balance required more effort than it felt like it should and even though it seemed to be evening, everything was so bright it made his eyes water and hurt. There was no snow in sight, everything was green.

He seemed to be in the middle of some kind of a field. There was a path running through it and he could see trees and houses in the distance. Not the abandoned crumbling buildings riddled with zombies and littered with trash he was used to seeing, but actual houses. Being out in the open made him feel vulnerable and the need to hide and find shelter was taking over any coherent thoughts in his head.

Scar tried to piece together his thoughts, desperate to figure out where he was and how he ended up here. His whole body ached and he briefly remembered leaving his base for what he was sure would be the last time-

“Hello?”

It took all of Scar’s self-control to not scream. He almost fell again as he turned around too quickly for his weak legs to keep up with to face the source of the sudden sound. His head was still spinning and a shiver ran down his spine when he was faced with two people.

They both looked human, though that didn’t mean they couldn’t be enemies. He had been tricked before and he wouldn’t fall for that again. He had learnt very early on to not trust anything.

One of the strangers was taller, they had brown hair and some kind of a mechanical green eyepiece Scar had never seen before, while the other was shorter and older, wearing a lab coat. Both of them were looking at him, confusion and something akin to worry visible on their faces.

They both looked healthy, not scrawny and skinny like Scar knew he must look. Their clothes were clean and there weren’t any visible injuries on them. How were they this well off in the literal apocalypse?

Suddenly Scar was painfully aware that he must look exactly like he was feeling: like a small animal in headlights, about to face his fate, once again. He briefly wondered what god he had upset to deserve this.

His brain was screaming at him to do something and he felt like ripping his hair out trying to weigh his options. He could flee and hopefully outrun the strangers, but where would he go? The number of houses he could see indicated there must be more people around here and he didn’t want to run into anyone else. What if he ran and the strangers caught up to him? What if they deemed him dangerous and killed him immediately? Maybe death wouldn't be so bad. The mere thought of running made him want to collapse and never get up again.

The taller person suddenly took a few steps forward and Scar immediately scrambled back with a shout that came out more like a squeak, only making him feel even smaller and more fragile. The other man grabbed the taller person’s arm and gently pulled them back, away from Scar.

“Give him space, Iskall, he’s clearly distraught,” the man said, still keeping a sharp eye on Scar. Saying he was distraught was definitely an understatement but he could still appreciate the man’s concern, to some extent. If he didn’t feel so cornered he might have laughed at the irony.

“Sorry, sorry! Cub, you’re right,” the person, Iskall apparently, apologized quickly. These people didn’t seem like a threat, they were both in casual clothes and Scar couldn’t see any weapons on them. He still felt way too warm in his own gear, but he would deal with the suffocating feeling any day for the sense of security his equipment brought him.

Scar eyed them carefully. A part of him still wanted to run away and hide, have himself as his only company like he had for god knows how long and make sure he would never see these people again. Yet another part of him longed for human contact, longed for touch, and he was tempted to let the exhaustion win and fall into their arms.

His body froze and his brain went blank when a familiar noise brought him back from his thoughts. He hadn’t realized how dark it had gotten and now there were monsters nearby and he could hear zombies groaning and maybe it had all been a trick to trap him here to finally die for good-

He tried to reach for his rifle, only to find nothing to grab onto on his back. His gun wasn’t there, his backpack was missing as well. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees, panic clouding his mind. Pressing his body to the ground and shielding his head with his hands he curled up, knowing the zombies would tear through his gear effortlessly when he couldn’t defend himself. It was only a matter of time before their teeth would sink into his flesh and rip him apart.

It was taking longer than he expected. Nothing had hurt him yet, nothing had even touched him. He heard clashes through the sound of his own rapid heartbeat and blood rushing in his ears, like someone was fighting. Something fell to the ground next to him with a loud thump. He squeezed his eyes closed.

Maybe this was just a dream. Maybe the lack of sleep was making him hallucinate. He hadn’t seen other people in ages, why would he suddenly run into others? He didn’t even know how long he had been wandering the barren wastelands for, but there was never anything there. So why now? Nothing made sense.

“Hey, it’s alright, it was just some zombies. They’re gone now,” came the older man’s, Cub’s, voice. Scar couldn’t hear the groans anymore and somehow the man’s tone was calming him down. He slowly uncurled himself, sitting down on the ground, still trembling. He pulled his scarf up, covering the lower half of his face. He had already shown enough signs of weakness.

Iskall and Cub were both crouching down in front of him, the corpses of the zombies behind them on the ground. Both of the strangers had swords in their hands. They did have weapons, after all. Scar should have guessed that. Maybe they would let him be if he played along with whatever their thing was.

Scar wanted to protest that it wasn't just some zombies. They were bloodthirsty and violent creatures that could and would take anyone’s life if their defenses slipped and they had a moment of weakness. He couldn’t wrap his head around why these people were so calm about this. Who were they and how could they afford to be this careless? It was still dark and if more monsters appeared they could all die.

Iskall tried to reach out to him but quickly pulled their hand back when Scar violently flinched. He didn’t have the energy to try to get away from them anymore.

“Where am I?” Scar croaked out. His throat burned and his voice was weak.

“This is Kingdomcraft. I don’t know what happened to you, but you’re welcome to stay.”

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snapthistiger · 1 year ago

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exercise 09202023

bike ride to the gym

8 x 10 incline sit ups

3 x 10 pec machine

3 x 10 lat raise

30 minutes on the step mill

3 x 10 seated press

bike ride home

the gym workers received Hershey kisses

this morning, i brought my Mom to the doctor's office for blood draw for lab work. she has a doctor appointment next Wednesday. physical therapy was at my Mom's house this morning and they left her a list of exercises.

at the gym, the balance scale is out of whack. i've been weighing around 185 lbs for weeks and today it was showing 183 lbs. i know i haven't lost that much weight in a day. i like the balance scale but i will probably start weighing at home because less chance of the scale getting messed up.

a new temporary gym worker, LaColby Tucker, started recently. he is a college and now pro football player. my understanding is that he will be going back to football soon. click link on his name for more info. he looks like a giant compared to the rest of the folks in the gym.

top = beautiful clouds and sky

middle = someone lost their wig on the sidewalk

bottom left = nice mouth at my Mom's house

hope you have a peaceful afternoon and evening..

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labotronicsscientific · 11 months ago

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Ordinary Electronic Balance

Ordinary Electronic Balance is a high resolution cost-effective table top unit equipped with a maximum weighing capacity of 100 g. Built with superior precision load cell sensor provides accurate weighing and stability throughout measurement. it also Features easy balance tare and quick stabilization providing reliable results. The panel features an LCD displays clear data values and touch buttons for easy manual operations.

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janec23 · 1 year ago

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I found this exercise and I gave it a go ^^ Prompt: take a snippet of one of your wip and change the PoV of your OC.

I decided to go from third person to first. This excerpt is from The ritual and the protagonist is Renewa. TW: mention of death, translation errors

I didn’t kill Haley Gerther.

I cling to this realization with all the strength left from my already fragile sanity as I bend slightly, just enough for old Madriel to reach me. I see her body tense on tiptoe as she rests a wreath of flowers on my head. Her hands tremble in an effort to keep her balance, they're furrowed with wrinkles as deep as her resentment for me, but I will not facilitate her task, as she did not facilitate mine.

I remain impassive, trying to dominate my gaze, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of seeing me broken, but when she whispers good luck by breathing her rancid, herbaceous-toned breath into my face, I can't stop myself from wrinkling my nose. The peppermint will never be able to hide her addiction to belligera leaves, just as the cloak they laid over my shoulders will never be able hide the tremor in my bones or the shiver of disgust I have for her.

Yet, in her milky eyes clouded by opiates, I discern no malice—only a mute plea for forgiveness. Still, I cannot forgive her for the curse she has imposed on me.

I didn’t kill Haley Gerther. It wasn’t me.

I rise to my feet with a jerk, pulling my shoulders back relieving the knot I feel forming at the base of my neck. I can’t deny that I’m tense. One of the elders begins smoothing the fabric of the cloak, the one given to me by the Garridurs. Despite the soft, light fabric it weighs on me as if I am carrying my own chains.

I adjust it over my bare shoulders: it’ll be my only protection from the stares of the entire village.

I draw in a deep breath and reach out a hand to peel back the flap of the tent, a gust of wind blows across my face. I feel the knot between my shoulder blades descend to stop at the base of my back where a drop of sweat is forming.

I advance slowly on the torch-lit path, long shadows thicken on either side of me, but I do not dare to turn around. I know they are all here, I know they are all staring at me, I can feel their suspended breaths, their eyes filled with silent judgment.

The air is thick, pregnant with a dampness that attacks my nostrils but fails to relieve the sweetish smell of the herbal balms sprinkled on my body. Extracts of wild sage and amadora berries, judging by the pungent smell and the thin layer of essential oils left on my skin. A waste of good resources.

I make my way to the pier one step at a time. I vaguely sense the whispers of my fellow citizens, I recognize the words of some prayer I recited with my father as a child, I don’t need their pity, for I know my soul is not damned as they would like me believe.

I did not kill Haley Gerther. She made her choice.

Something tickles my ankle as I squeeze into my cloak to make sure my half-naked body is not exposed to their gaze. Something dances before my eyes: rose petals. I know who is throwing them and my heart leaps, that idiot should be in our lab… his lab to finish the concoctions, not here wishing me to survive.

I hasten my pace as I reach the small pier in the half-light, the torches are almost at their limit, dying in the mist rising from the river. The village chief advances, looking at me with composed satisfaction. I know I’ve done nothing wrong to deserve this curse, and despite his dark eyes attempting to force mine lower, reminding me of my boldness, I stand firm, for I know I’m in the right.

He murmurs a few words that I can barely hear before letting go.

The boat beckons as I prepare to step into it, first one foot to steady my weight, then the other trying to find a balance that eludes me. Out of the corner of my eye I notice the helmsman extend a hand, his dark figure silhouetted against the dim torchlight. I decline his invitation, not because I don't need to, but I don't want to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me frail and sluggish.

I did not kill Haley Gerther. It was she who reached out her trembling hands to the nightstand beside her bed and took the belladonna extract.

I just closed the door, quietly, and left her to her fate.

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greetingfromthedead · 8 months ago

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C45: Back in a Lab

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"Iris! Iris, you're safe." Vash's voice finally reaches your ears. You raise your head to see his soft expression, eyes downturned with concern, but a smile flickers onto his lips as he sees recognition in you.

"Red..." you say slowly, and then peek around his head to look at the man on the far side of the little room. He is wearing clothing from the space age, but he looks harmless—a little grumpy and confused as he leans his wrench on his shoulder and is looking around, but not the nightmarish figure that you had seen.

"Are you alright?" One of Vash's hands moves from your upper arm to your cheek, stroking over it and over your sandy hair. "That's Brad, he's an old friend."

Your eyes find his again, and his expression is so gentle, no longer weighed down by concern. You can still hear the voices in your head, more upset than before, but your rushing heart and Vash's presence keep them at bay.

"I'm sorry... I just... I thought he was someone else... The clothing reminded me of Him," you swallow. "It just took me by surprise. I'm okay now."

He stands up from his squat with a smile and holds out his hand to you. With his help, you find balance and stand up to peek around his side again, and you see the man still standing there, looking away from the two of you.

"Hello!" you say. If he's Vash's friend, then you trust him too. "I'm Iris."

"I'm Brad," the older man speaks up and comes towards you, holding out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you, Brad. Am I correct in assuming we're on a Seeds ship and you're from the space age?" you ask as you shake his hand.

"Is it that obvious?" Brad pulls at his wrinkles and laughs a bit. "But how did you reach that conclusion so fast?"

"Well..." you aren't sure what to say, and you trail off. You are interrupted by the sliding doors opening again, and a woman with similar clothing to Brad steps in.

"Vash! It's good to see you again!" the woman says before turning her attention to you. "Hello there!"

"Hello." You feel a bit unsure, with a headache starting in the far corners of your brain. You feel claustrophobic in here. "I'm Iris."

"My name's Luida." Her voice is so soft and motherly.

"Brad, could you secure the toma? It's a little crammed in here for all of us. How about we go to the dining hall? I'm sure the two of you must be starving." Luida seems to read your mind and ignores the older man's complaints about being left behind to do the dirty work.

Vash takes off your blanket and brushes off most of the sand from both himself and you before picking up your bags. You're left to wonder how you got so dusty and how you got here in the first place. The blonde's hand takes your fingers without hesitation and gently pulls you along to follow Luida through the clean corridors of the spaceship.

"How come you're so far out and so close to settlements?" Vash wonders out loud.

"We have been investigating some anomalies recently. Brad managed to fix another sensor a while ago, and suddenly it started to go off fairly frequently, but at different places, we have finally caught up to the signal after some tweaking of the instrument. We aren't quite sure what we've been chasing, but I hope to find out soon." Luida talks calmly and doesn't look back. "And what brought you here unannounced? I'm happy to see you, but you didn't even radio in."

"Yeah, sorry about this." Vash hesitates for a split second. "But we need your help. I'm not sure you can help us, but I'm all out of ideas."

Despite your surroundings providing you with ample visual interest, you feel yourself drifting away again. It gets harder and harder to hold on, it feels like a deep and dark abyss with slippery edges. Once you lose your grip, you're gone.

"Oh. What seems to trouble you and your companion?" Luida's voice is just as calm as before.

"Well," Vash looks over to you, not sure how you feel about his whole plan, "She's sick."

"I think you need to give her a little more information than that, Red." You smile a little weakly at him as the headache creeps closer to your eyes. "I am from one of the Seeds ships."

That catches Luidas attention as she turns around to look at you more closely. Her eyes move over your features, your face, and your body. She looks at you so intently, the gaze in her eyes a little less motherly than before, and now you see a researcher.

"I'm guessing this is a bit more than just cold sleep, or did you just recently wake up from it?" she butts in before you can even continue.

"No, I've been around for a while... I'm not quite sure what was done to me or how I got to be like this, so I lack the exact answers. I just vaguely remember that something has been done to me—someone doctored around and made me this way. I can't be more specific... That's, in a way, my problem, I think. I have memories that I can't remember, and they are haunting me."

"It's more than that..." Vash says quietly, his voice somber.

"I've had these voices in my head for a long time, they make it very hard for me to function." The words don't come easily to you.

"You're underselling it. You collapsed on our way here."

Luida looks up at Vash and then back to you. There is a strange look in her eyes, like she made a connection she can't say out loud. Her gaze moves back to you.

"Would the two of you mind making a quick trip to the lab? I'd like to run some quick tests so we can wait for the results while you eat and settle in. Unless you're awfully hungry now."

"I don't actually need to eat at all..." you say as you notice that you've pulled back from Luida's intense gaze.

"Oh..." she doesn't say much and turns around. "Well, off we go then."

"Aren't you hungry?" You turn to Vash, but he just shakes his head and squeezes your hand.

Luida takes a few turns, and after going up an elevator, you find yourself in a lab. The sight makes you shiver, but it doesn't fill you with the same kind of horror as seeing Brad. Vash waits for you to take the first step into the room, well aware of the meaning behind your hesitation. You appreciate him not putting any pressure on you. The headache in your skull has crept into every corner of your brain, but you try your best not to show it. You take a decisive step forward, nothing bad will happen to you here. If Vash trusts these people, then so do you.

Luida lights up the room and goes to a gurney. She starts setting up her own little work station with swabs, bottles, and syringes. She prepares herself as Vash guides you to the cot, and you sit down, your hand still in his.

"So." Luida pulls up her gloves and stands in front of you. "You, of course, don't have to do anything that you don't want to. Just tell me, alright? How about we start with a mouth swab?"

She picks up a swab and stands ready with it, but waits for you to nod and open your mouth. She drags the cotton around your cheeks and tongue before sealing it in a little jar.

"Would you feel comfortable with me taking a blood sample from you?" She asks carefully, and your eyes trail to the tools on her little station. You hesitate for a moment, but nod nonetheless. If she could help you get better, then you have to take this chance for Vash's sake.

Luida gently takes your arm and cleans a spot to draw blood from. Your eyes look away, and find Vash. He looks so tense, and you feel his hand like a vice around yours. He looks up to meet your gaze, and a smile appears on his face, but you know it's a mask, one he wears to hide his worry.

"Actually, I'm not sure the blood sample will do you any good. My blood turns into an ash-like substance if it's been out of my system for long enough." You speak without taking your eyes off Vash.

"Thank you for telling me. Guess I'll have to run the tests quickly." Her voice is kind and focused as she removes the vial. She walks off with it, and moments later you hear a machine turn on with a whirring sound. "Alright! Mind if I do a general little physical examination on you? Same rules apply as before."

"Sure." You turn towards her again, the pounding in your head making it harder and harder to concentrate.

"Mind if I shine a bright light into your eyes? Just to see your reaction to it." Luida says with a calm voice as she picks up a little cylinder from the table, "Also, Vash, could you go pick up the tablet for me? It's on the console, I need to take notes."

Vash nods slightly and holds onto your hand for as long as he can before letting go.

"Ready?" Luida waits for your nod before pushing your chin up a bit and shining the light over your eyes. It blinds you for a moment before moving on to the other eye. "Oh."

"What's wrong?" asks Vash as he returns, handing her the tablet.

"Nothing, it's okay." Luida won't let Vash interrupt her thoughts and simply continues speaking to you, "Could you maybe take the knives and sheaths off? Would make the next part a touch easier."

You unbuckle your harness and fumble a bit with the sheath around your leg, your fingers getting clumsier as your vision becomes blurry. Luida is about to pick up some other instrument, when you slump forward, the things stopping you from falling off the gurney are Vash's hand and Luida's side.

"Iris!" Vash calls out to you as your face twists in pain.

"Put her on her side!" Luida supports you as Vash does as he's told. Luida already has a stethoscope out and listens to your heart racing and your ragged breathing.

"This happened just a little bit ago too! When we were on our way here, she just collapsed like this! She's in pain. She has horrible headaches!" Vash's voice is filled with anguish as he holds onto you.

"Alright. I'll draw up some medicine that will hopefully calm her and take away some of the pain, but given her biology... I can't promise anything." Luida hurries over to the console and starts typing on it. A buzzing, like a vibration, comes off the tablet, and Vash catches a red text flashing on it, but he turns to you instead and bows down. He puts his forehead against your temple and takes both your hands into his.

"You're alright. You're safe, it's going to get better. Don't be scared. Come back to me. Please come back to me." His voice is low, and his eyes shut tight in his desperate plea. Once again, his skin touching yours seems to burn up, but he just stays like this, speaking encouragements to you.

Brad storms in through the elevator doors, tablet in hand, and hurries to Luida without paying any attention to either Vash or you.

"Luida! It's happening again, and you won't believe where it's coming from!" Brad exclaims as he tries to catch his breath.

"It's coming from inside the ship, isn't it?" Luida says calmly as she picks up a small vial that the machine had prepared for her. "Look over there."

Brad's eyes glance over to Vash hunching over you, and it takes him a moment to realize what he is seeing. He can see Plant markings glowing on Vash's face and neck, but more than that, he catches a small glimpse of your figure, with incomplete markings gracing your skin. They run down your exposed arms, sometimes in larger clusters, sometimes just mere veins, or nothing at all. The markings appear partially on your face too, but there's not as much there as on Vash's.

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sacredpit · 9 months ago

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nobody asked but here is the official timeline of kakyoin’s work with the speedwagon foundation . mostly for my own reference , but it’s important to know where he’s at in each verse !!

1989-91 : BASIC TRAINING . kakyoin balances going to university full - time with his initiation into spw . this era includes his orientation & a very basic introduction to the mechanisms of the special operations department , specifically stand research , since this is his specialty .

1991-93 : FIELD TRAINING . with his certifications for lab & desk work mostly complete , kakyoin begins conditioning to be a field researcher & special operations agent , choosing to complete the program offered in south korea . much of what he endures during this time is classified , but the bulk of it sees him furthering his potential with his stand & completing a series of missions ( solo , partner , & group ) to get a feel for what field work actually entails , & how dangerous it can be . with a starting class of 105 , only 45 students complete the two year program . kakyoin graduates with the highest rank .

1993-99 : FIELD RESEARCHER / SPECIAL OPS AGENT . in light of completing all his training , kakyoin begins his field career . he maintains a home base in korea for two years , returning to japan in 1995 . during this era , he travels the world extensively for work , taking on assignments varying in severity & duration , but regardless , he is away from home for months at a time , causing his mother great distress . in late spring of 1999 , he requests to go to morioh to aid in the upcoming investigation .

1999 : THE MORIOH SAGA . kakyoin wishes to stay in morioh long - term , but as he rises in rank at spw , his list of responsibilities grow & he is needed for other tasks . eventually , he manages to convince the current department head to allow him to stay full - time , finally able to dedicate all of his energy into helping jotaro , josuke , & the others uncover the stand - wielding culprit behind the gruesome attacks threatening the women of the town . he is instrumental in uncovering the secret behind yoshikage kira’s stand , as well as unveiling his identity .

2000-02 : HEAD OF STAND RESEARCH DEPARTMENT . for his outstanding work in morioh , as well as his indispensable contributions to the special ops division during his career thus far , kakyoin is promoted to department head . this sees him doing less field work ; only set out for major assignments or to assist where things have gone awry in the field . he spends most of his time overseeing and assigning missions & handling domestic affairs , such as stand users being held in custody . he also becomes responsible for all of the foundation’s information on dio , & virtually anything relating to him as more information & remnants come to light . in 2002 , he spends several months in italy following up with the new passione headed by dio’s son , giorno giovanna . in light of their ensuing bond , passione & spw’s special ops division form an unlikely alliance that is the first of its kind .

2002-09 : DIRECTOR OF SPECIAL OPERATIONS . following his forging a bond between an organization led by one of the most powerful known stand users ( not to mention passione’s existence as a crime organization ━━━━ forming such a relationship had been no easy feat ) , kakyoin is promoted once again to a leadership role over the entire special operations department . at thirty - one years old at the time of his acceptance of the position , he is the youngest person at speedwagon in such a powerful role . his responsibilities have increased tenfold , however , with infinitely more to oversee & weigh in on . with young child at home , kakyoin begins to yearn to spend more time with him & his husband , but he’s also worked incredibly hard to get to this position & is incredibly passionate about his work . he manages to maintain something of a balance for seven years , before ultimately electing to step down from his role in favor of taking a civilian job as a professor . though sad to see him go , his colleagues understand his ambition to put his family first , & his affiliation with the organization is everlasting , as well as the respect he has earned throughout his career .

2011 : EMERGING FROM RETIREMENT . with his family & life falling apart at the orchestration of dio’s last remaining lapdog , kakyoin makes the choice to temporarily return to his role at spw in order to assist jolyne & the others , & to keep watch over jotaro , staying by his side as he works from the shadows to supply jolyne with resources & support . his connections also allow him to bring giorno giovanna & josuke higashikata into the fight to turn the tides to their favor , snuffing out what seems to be the last of dio’s ideology for good & returning to their normal lives . for now .

#【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 / headcanons & metadata . 】#i'm so glad to have this like down on a page & out of my brain omg why didn't i write this up sooner #anyways!! these are the background details that provide context for a lot of threads #i hate bogging down the narrative explaining things that aren't really relevant to the plot (shocking from my long winded ass i know)#but these details r still important to me so i want to have them somewhere lmfao #i might link this to my verses page somewhere or put it on my pinned or smth so it's easily accessible but otherwise .#*gestures vaguely* here it is idk

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