#a building collapsing with you in it is gonna kill you in minutes and there's no coming back from that

[elprupneerg]

i don't have definite proof, but i'm about 99.999% certain two of my groupmates for a paper and presentation in my environmental engineering class last semester used chatgpt. this is based on conversations in class about them using it to do the rest of their homework, and how i broke down crying at one point trying to understand what the Fuck their portions of the paper were saying because it felt like word soup. chatgpt is terrifyingly common with my classmates. they're arguing that it saves them time, or gives them the chance to focus on their internships, or that the stuff we're learning in these classes isn't actually relevant for what they want to do in the field. its horrifying.

every class i've taken, even the electives, has had something relevant to what i'm planning on doing in some way. part of that is because i'm able to mentally make those connections, but part of that is because engineering is a broad field that requires knowing a little bit about a lot of different things. if you're using chat programs to do your homework then you're not going to get that baseline knowledge to be able to do things correctly! if neither you nor the other people double checking your work know what the hell is happening, then people will die, plain and fucking simple. roads will collapse under them and electrical fires will burn their offices down and poison will get into their water supply. their blood will be on your hands. do your fucking homework

ur future nurse is using chapgpt to glide thru school u better take care of urself

[crownofgildedlilies]

gingerbread house

pairing: bakugou x reader summary: Delicate gingerbread and a hot temper? Katsuki’s in trouble.  wc: 1.2k event masterlist

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to date Katsuki Bakugou. 

He was loud and abrasive, barreling ahead when he thought he was right and even though he often was, he struggled in admitting when he was wrong. He could take things too far sometimes, biting words digging deeper than he had originally meant for them to, but he was working on getting better at expressing himself. 

He was working on it. Slowly.

“I’m gonna blow this shit up, I swear.” 

“Katsuki,” You groaned, grin toying at your lips as you watched your boyfriend’s frustration bubble up over something that was supposed to be fun. “It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Not sparing you a glance, he let out a huff you knew meant he disagreed. 

If you had known he would have gotten so stressed over simply building a gingerbread house with you, you wouldn’t have suggested it. 

“You wanna do this? I’m gonna do it right, for you.” He grumbled, hands practically twitching as he struggled not to demolish the delicate gingerbread that seemed to be the source of all his frustration. 

“That’s actually romantic, Kats.” You teased, propping your chin on your hand to watch him work. The rest of the common area was surprisingly empty, everyone either lounging in their rooms or escaping Katsuki’s anger by running last minute errands. 

You couldn’t blame them. 

“Tch,” He kissed his teeth in annoyance, but you knew him well enough to realize he wasn’t annoyed with you. Now, the gingerbread house that kept falling apart each time he tried to get it to stick together wasn’t quite so lucky. “I’m always romantic.” 

And he was, in his own gruff way you adored, but the comment was downright laughable to an outside perspective—especially as he glared at the mess of a gingerbread house he couldn’t get to stand up on the table between the two of you. 

“It’d be so romantic of you to let me help you,” You flashed him a grin, trying to convince him to do something you knew he was too stubborn to do. And as expected, he let out a grunt of annoyance before pinning you with a glare.

“You saying I can’t do it?” His rough voice accused you of what was considered a deadly sin in your relationship—telling Katsuki he wasn’t able to do something. His hands left the three gingerbread walls he managed to prop up together to pin you with a glare, red eyes narrowed in your direction as if he was just waiting for you to doubt his ability. 

Slowly, the gingerbread house slid apart, dropping onto the plate with a thud that seemed so much louder than it really was. 

Slapping your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing, but the damage was already done. Katsuki’s jaw clenched so hard you could have sworn you heard his teeth crack, face turning red with anger. He always made a conscious effort not to yell at you, but you could see just how thin the control on his temper was getting. 

“Don’t say a word.” He grit out through his teeth, and though your hand was still clamped over your mouth to keep from laughing at the horrible timing of the gingerbread house collapsing, you nodded your head. 

His hands were gripping the edges of the table as he alternated his glare between the uncooperative gingerbread house and where you sat beside him. Deciding the biggest risk of you laughing had passed, you moved the hand from over your mouth to grab Katuski’s wrist. You felt how tense he was, and part of you distantly worried about the possibility of him setting off his quirk and damaging the table. 

Mr. Aizawa would kill you. 

“I’m not going to say anything,” You started, still unable to smooth your lips into a flat line and erase your amused smile. Katsuki was frustrated, and you laughing about his struggle—with a gingerbread house—wasn’t going to make things better. “But please let me help? They’re a pain, and this frosting is a little too runny. It makes it hard to stick.”

He was silent, at first. Blowing out a puff of air and turning his head to the side so that you couldn’t see his face. Under your touch, you felt the tension in his wrist increase slightly. 

“Wanted to make it for you,” He grumbled out, voice low. If you hadn’t been waiting for him to say anything, you would have missed it. “You know, impress you, and shit.” 

You couldn’t help it anymore. You let out a quiet laugh. 

Katsuki snapped his head in your direction so fast you laughed again, and suddenly the gingerbread house was forgotten and you were the source of all his ire. And though you knew exactly what he was capable of, you met his glare with a bright smile. 

“What’s so funny?” He demanded, clearly grump, and you leaned closer in an attempt to get in his space and try to improve his mood. And maybe tease him a little bit, if you were being honest. 

“You’re trying to impress me?” You asked, smirking. He rolled his eyes, turning away from you again. Laughing softly, you sat up a bit straighter so you could reach his face and turn him by the jaw back to you. “First off, we’ve been dating long enough that you don’t need to do that.”

He scoffed, clearly in disagreement. He really was a romantic. 

“Secondly, you think a gingerbread house is the way to go about impressing me?” You were teasing, but Katsuki’s face tinged the slightest shade of red as he refused to meet your eye. Pushing yourself forward, you kissed him sweetly in an apology for your words. Grinning, you watched as his blush only darkened with your show of affection. 

“Hold the sides,” He ordered and you knew what he meant. Never one to waste time on too many words, Katsuki had a habit of giving the bare minimum of information before launching into a task. 

Following his directions, you held two sides of the gingerbread house upright while Katsuki used the frosting to stick it together. It took a while, but eventually you got all four sides and the roof in place. Sitting back to let the frosting harden, you grinned at the masterpiece you had briefly thought would never have been finished. 

“I’m impressed,” You admitted, snorting a laugh when Katsuki rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I didn’t think it would make it through your anger.” 

“Brat,” He fired back, though you could see the trace of a smile on the corner of his lips. Grinning, you set your hand over his arm and squeezed it once to placate him. “Said I would build it for you, didn’t I?” 

You hummed, acknowledging that he had kept his word and built the gingerbread house for you. Eyeing the bare cookie walls, you knew what the next step was. And you also knew the gingerbread was far from safe.

“Ready to decorate now?”

For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer.

“Give me the damn candy.” 

[bentwolioo]

Ok so why did Gerard wear the same costume for 6 shows???

Like a lot of people, I noticed the Aotearoa (NZ) & Australia tour drum head messages seemed to be about 9/11. The costume also tells a very specific story that lines up with this--and there was more to Melbourne Night 2 than Gerard deciding it was casual Friday. I'm gonna go through my personal interpretation and explain why I think MCR did this at the end of their tour. 

TLDR: This Is Not The End.

I will include image credits in the reblog since there are a lot!

AUCKLAND, March 11 2023

Based on the skirt suit and drumhead ‘FIX FAX FUCK YOU’, Gerard is dressed as an office worker. For simplicity I will refer to the costume as the Secretary, I see it as both a character and a metaphor. Auckland establishes the monotony and repetition of daily life prior to 9/11, ‘FIX FAX FUCK YOU’ showing an attitude of boredom unaware of the events to come. 

BRISBANE 1, March 13 2023

The main difference between Auckland and Brisbane 1 is the briefcase. This indicates the point in time--Auckland is the days before 9/11 and Brisbane 1 is the morning before the attacks begin. The secretary travels to work, thinking ‘Everything under Control’.

BRISBANE 2, March 14 2023

The drumhead message ‘Here Comes the AIRPLANE’ marks this as minutes or even seconds before the towers are hit. Brisbane 2 is the first time Gerard wears the coat, representing everyone taking cover. 

MELBOURNE 1, March 16 2023

I unfortunately could not find a good photo of Gerard wearing the coat from this show but you can see it on the floor behind him!

The Melbourne shows are as the towers collapse. Pretty straightforward from the Melbourne 1 drumhead ‘TERROR’. This show also had the only appearance of the umbrella, which I interpret as representing the rubble and destruction raining down. The umbrella is closed, showing the secretary is unprotected and ultimately killed when the towers fall. 

MELBOURNE 2, March 17 2023

It seemed odd at first that Melb 2 was the only show that Gerard didn’t wear a costume for, but I actually believe he still did. This is the key to my interpretation: Gerard is dressed as himself witnessing the towers collapse, on his way to work at Cartoon Network. This the only show on the Oceania leg where they played Skylines and Turnstiles*, the song Gerard wrote immediately after 9/11. The drumhead ‘BARK BARK BARK’ makes you picture, a chained dog, representing the powerless horror of only being able to watch as the destruction unfolds--the deeply personal experience that drove Gerard to form MCR. 

SYDNEY 1, March 19 2023

Blood!!!! At Sydney 1, we see the continuing aftermath of the 9/11 attacks. The secretary has died but keeps moving, picking up her briefcase and carrying on. This could be showing how a lot of people’s faith in the US government and in the world died, but life had to find a way to move on. 

SYDNEY 2, March 20 2023

At Sydney 2, the addition of Gerard’s white contacts shows the Secretary decaying--but she has not stopped. Frank changed the drumhead message from ‘UNKILLABLE’ to ‘UNKILLABLES’, expanding the meaning from the context of his accident in Sydney to include the band, the fans, and on a wider level everything MCR represents. 

I think all of this is a metaphor for the band’s career in multiple ways. Firstly, the Secretary being undead of course reflects MCR’s return, and her zombified appearance aligns with the imagery of their new era (decay, swarm, the destroyed buildings of the stage set). Secondly, it is very interesting to me that they did this sequence of costumes and drumheads at the end of their headlining tour, rather that at the start. The story they told seems to imply a rebirth--MCR was ‘born’ out of the trauma, pain and confusion of 9/11, so the fact that they represented the start of the band on stage signifies a second beginning. 

(Thank you for reading to the end and if I got anything wrong please let me know!)

*EDIT 1 (23/03/23): They actually also played Skylines at Brisbane 2. I do think the position of Skylines in the Melb 2 set is still significant. They played it as the first encore song which mirrors it being the first MCR song and written shortly after 9/11.

EDIT 2 (30/03/23): So actually 8 shows of Secretary Gerard when you include Japan! Tokyo and Osaka analysis here

[archangeldyke-all]

Elevator sexxxx with Sevi

eheheheheeheheh i'm gonna do ceo sevika again because i miss her

men and minors dni

it's been a horrible monday.

you spilled coffee all over yourself this morning, ruining your shirt and making you sticky and uncomfortable for the rest of the day. you changed into one of sevika's extra button ups, but the shoulders are much too broad to properly fit you and the sleeves are hanging half a foot past your wrists.

you twisted your ankle on a wet patch in the bathroom thirty minutes later.

and now it's barely lunch, and you can feel a headache starting at the bottom of your skull.

"where do you want to go for lunch babe?" sevika asks as you push into her office. you huff, collapsing onto the couch.

"i'm just gonna nap. bring me your leftovers, i'll eat them in the meeting later." you say. sevika pouts at you.

"bad day?" she asks. you nod at her. she hums, rising from her chair and approaching you. "c'mon babe, lets get out of here. i'll make you feel better." she promises. you huff.

"take me somewhere we can order a bottle of wine?" you ask. she laughs.

"sure." she says, shrugging. you smile, and reach up to grab sevika's hand, letting her tug you off the couch.

she walks you out of her office and down the hall with an arm wrapped around your waist, her hand gently drawing circles in the small of your back.

as you wait for the elevator, sevika begins pressing kisses to your head, her hand trailing up your spine to start massaging the base of your neck.

you sigh and melt against her, closing your eyes.

on the drive to the resturant, sevika shoves two painkillers

and a bottle of water into your hand.

it's quiet as you order and snack on bread. it's quiet when your food gets delivered. but as the medicine begins to kick in and the first glass of wine you had starts to settle in, you start chatting with sevika.

sevika's smiling sweetly at you, pouring you another glass of wine as she carefully sips her own, and you've never been more thankful that you're dating your boss and can take a two hour lunch if you want.

you end up finishing the bottle with sevika's help, and she has to chauffeur you out of the restaurant, tucking her jacket over your shoulders and kissing your cheek as she walks you to the car.

"you're adorable." she says, laughing as she helps you into the passenger side of her car. you kiss her cheek as she buckles you in, and giggle at the way she blushes.

"you're adorable." you say.

on the ride back, sevika keeps her free hand intertwined with yours the whole way, rubbing circles in your skin with her thumb.

at each red light, she leans over the console and presses a kiss to your cheek.

you're tipsy and relaxed and slowly melting into the passenger's seat, so when sevika parks the car and you realize you're back at work, you groan.

sevika giggles.

"c'mon. just one more meeting and we'll get to go home." she says as she exits the car. you huff, waiting for her to run around the car to open your door for you and guide you out.

"y' can't jus' get a girl drunk then make her work, sev." you complain, melting into your girlfriends arms as she closes the car door. she chuckles and kisses your head.

"you're not drunk." she says, walking you into the building. you huff against her.

"says who?"

"says me, babe. i've seen you drunk before-- it's not this." she laughs. you chuckle in her arms.

sevika presses the button for the elevator and you check your watch. you've got twenty minutes to kill before the next meeting. you bite your lip. "why can't i be drunk?" you ask. sevika raises an eyebrow at you. "you need me sober for something?" you ask, smirking at her. she snorts.

"you wish." she says. the elevator arrives, dinging as the doors slide open. sevika escorts you inside, pressing the button to your floor. you both watch the doors closed.

"...are there cameras in here?" you whisper. sevika bites her lip to keep from smiling.

"i always forget that red wine makes you all needy." she teases. the elevator starts to rise and you pout.

"so is that a no to the elevator sex?" you ask. sevika looks over at you, her eyes calculating as she studies you. you blink your eyelashes innocently at her.

she groans and rolls her eyes, then reaches out and pulls the emergency stop button. the elevator groans to a halt and you giggle.

"c'mere." sevika says, pulling you toward her. you stumble, catching yourself on her chest, and she wastes no time to duck down and begin pressing kisses against your neck. she's half hard in her trousers, gently grinding small circles against your hip, and her hands start wandering, one creeping up her shirt on your frame to fondle your tits, the other palming your ass. you hum against her.

"s-sev, are there cameras in here?" you ask as she shoves you against the wall. she chuckles.

"no."

"oh good." you sigh, grinding against her thigh as she shoves it between your legs. you moan. "w-we gotta be quick-- we only got twenty minutes." you say. sevika bites your neck and you tug her hair. "no marks, we gotta go to a meeting!" you squeal. she chuckles against your throat.

"if i finger you you gotta promise not to make a mess." sevika whispers, her voice gravelly. you shiver. "you can pull off the oversize shirt-- but i think if you had to wear my pants you'd die from trippin' over the legs." she says. you snort.

"w-what about you?" you whine, one of your hands letting go of the grip you've got on her ass to palm at the growing bulge in her pants. sevika's hips stutter against your touch and she takes a shaky breath.

"you can give me head on the ride home." she says. you gasp, and sevika chuckles. "you like that idea?" she asks. you whine and nod.

"'s so hot." you whimper. sevika shudders against you and begins fiddling with your pants button, shoving her hand underneath your waistbands and rubbing at your cunt. she sucks in a sharp breath.

"you're soaked." she whines.

"you look so fuckin' good in this suit." you explain. she chuckles.

"you say that about all my suits." she says as she starts rubbing circles against your clit. you groan, your head falling back against the wall as pleasure courses through your veins. "tell me if you're gonna squirt." she says. you laugh.

"you say that like i've got any control over it. y-you-- oh!" you gasp as she shoves a finger inside you. "you're the one who does it to me." you whine. sevika groans against you, and you can feel her dick twitch against your hip. you grin. "there's n-no way you're gonna be able to hide that at the m-m-meeting." you say, giggling. she snorts.

"mmh. maybe i'll put you on your knees and have you finish me off before we go." she says. you shiver.

"yes please." you whimper. she chuckles.

"but then you won't have anything to do on the ride home, baby." sevika taunts as she shoves another finger inside of you. you groan, and squelching sounds start filling the small elevator. sevika sinks her teeth into your collarbone at the sound.

"y-you'd never actually drive with your dick in my mouth." you tease. "you're too scared of the bumps."

"'cause what if you bite my dick off!" she defends herself. you just laugh, and it quickly melts into a moan as sevika starts curling her fingers against your g-spot.

"s-stop that!" you whine. sevika chuckles evilly. "sev-- i'll kill you if you make me squirt in my pants in the office elev-- ah!" you cry. sevika's shoving a third finger inside of you, grinning at you with a predatory glint in her eye.

"you close?" she asks. you whine and nod, too far gone for words.

sevika mercifully stops fucking against your swollen g-spot, and you sigh in relief. she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you while her thumb works against your clit and your thighs begin to shake. you're jerking and jolting against her, and she's sucking little breaths between her teeth each time you move against her dick.

"i love you." you whine. "th-thank you for takin' care of me."

sevika growls, shooting down to press her lips against yours, sliding her tongue against yours.

"i'll always take care of you. forever. i promise." she whispers against your lips. you blink up at her, and she smiles. "i love you, baby. now be good and cum for me."

you gasp, clenching around her fingers as your hips begin to jolt. sevika continues to fuck you, rubbing circles in your clit as you fall apart in her arms, shaking and whimpering as you cum.

she stops when you grab her wrist, then pulls out when you relax against the wall, gasping for air.

you watch her pop her pruned fingers in her mouth, sucking your cum off of them with a moan, and before you're fully conscious of what's happening, you're falling to your knees in front of her. sevika raises an eyebrow at you, grinning.

"c'mon. need you in my mouth right now." you demand, tugging at her belt buckle. she snorts and smacks your hands away, before freeing her dick and smacking it against your mouth. you sigh, nuzzling against her and breathing in her scent as she humps your face. you start mouthing at her balls, and sevika shivers, pulling away from you to glare at you as you laugh. "hurry up!" you whine. "we've only got five minutes befo--"

sevika shoves her cock in your mouth before you can finish, cutting you off with a 'mmph!' as she pushes all the way down your throat.

you try to glare up at her, but the tears welling in your eyes and the shock of arousal shooting down your spine soften the blow. sevika just cups your cheek, running her thumb back and forth as she starts to fuck your face.

"'m so fuckin' close." she grunts. you gag around her and watch as her eyes roll back in her head from pleasure. "you're so fuckin' hot-- fuck i love you so much. y-you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, shit, just like that baby--" sevika cuts herself off with a whine as you swallow around her and she scrunches her face up.

you would smile at the cute expression if your mouth wasn't stuffed with her cock.

"i'm, i'm, oh fuck baby-- fuck!" she cries.

her cum shoots down your throat, and she tries to pull away far too soon, so you reach up and grab her ass-- keeping her buried in your throat until her dick stops twitching and pulsing.

you pull off with a gasp, smiling at the way her saliva coated dick starts dripping down onto the carpet beneath her. you lean back in to lick her clean, and sevika whimpers with sensitivity as you do.

"you're so fucking good." sevika whines. you giggle, tucking her back inside her pants before she helps you rise to your feet.

before she does anything else, sevika pulls you in for a breath taking kiss, trying to chase the taste of her cum on your tongue.

when she pulls away, your knees are wobbly and you're hazy with lust again, and she's collected herself, back to smirking down at you as she waits for you to catch your breath. you flick her forehead.

"y-you're an asshole." you sigh. sevika snorts.

"right." she says, unconvinced.

she tucks her shirt back into your pants, then kisses up the tears on your cheeks and wipes up the saliva on your lips. you straighten her hair and button her collar for her.

when you're both ready, she reaches out and releases the emergency stop button, and the elevator whirs back to life.

sevika slings her arm around your shoulders, kissing your scalp as you sigh against her.

"i love you." you say says.

"i love you too. good lunch?" she asks. you snort.

"the dessert was better." you say. sevika laughs brightly as the doors to the elevator slide open on your floor.

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[azure-lily24]

Kill Bill

Listened to Kill Bill by SZA while writing this so the title was fitting I think?

Context: Hurtful things said (if you squint), mentions of killing and death and probably toxic relations, reader with feminine qualities

A/n: I saw a fic of the person writing Sylus playing a game of predator and prey with the reader (him being a stalker-) and kinda decided to see what other "dark" themes I think this man could do. This is my own spin on things and this does not relate to Sylus's actual in-game character. Please remember that :)

Reader is their own character, not mc, enjoy :3

The building shook with great force as an explosion was heard from above. The guests were startled and started to panic and rush to the exit. Those who had malicious intent decided to act upon it with the disturbance being their distraction, cutting down innocent people of power and those who hold such status in the world.

You, whoever, stayed in the shadows and supervised the people with ill-intent and used your evol on them. Focusing your attention solely on the person and muttering under your breath.

"Stop. Pain.."

The person who was sneaking up behind an innocent woman, froze and their eyes widened. Placing the person under a mental spell, their mental image changes to show their stomach gutted and their insides sprawled all over the floor. They clutched their stomach in pain and kneeled down on the floor. Smirking when the fool was reduced to laying in a fetal position while their mind plays tricks on them, you hear one of the twins speaking in your ear piece, "Hey boss lady, you might wanna leave the building, it looks like it's gonna collapse in probably less than a minute"

You were just about to respond to Kieran, who spoke through when Luke also spoke up, "And don't worry! Boss and Miss hunter have already left the building" I sigh to myself but soon I start hearing loud thuds and look around to see the decorative pillars falling down and poor unsuspecting guests who haven't left yet either get caught under the pillars or narrowly escape them. You curse under your breath and quickly run to the exit.

Ignoring cries of help and pain, your heels clacking on the soiled marble floor as you were a couple of feet away from the exit, but suddenly a pillar fell and one of the beautiful ice sculptures that was on a table near the exit fell and ice shards flew everywhere. Thankfully it was just ice, but some of the shards flew and cut some of the panicked guests, including you.

You quickly dusted yourself off and ran out the exit. But you were too late...

~~

Sylus appeared with her outside the building just a couple of minutes before. He looked down at her as she held the aether core in her hand, well the vessel of it.. As the building was starting to collapse, the twins appeared in front of him, prepared to leave the scene.

While Sylus was occupied with her, the twins were muttering among themselves.

"Where's boss lady?" "She should've made it out by now.." "You don't think someone's got her, right?" "Definitely not, she's nearly on the same level as the boss"

Miss hunter turned her attention to the twins and questioned them, "Who are we waiting for? And what are you two talking about?"

The twins stop talking and stare at the girl. Sylus, on the other hand, summons Mephisto and sends him out to try and search for you among the nearly collapsing building. The crow leaves and the girl watches as he leaves. She turns to Sylus and asks the same question.

"Sylus, who are we waiting for?"...

~~

Weeks have gone by since that day of the auction. Mephisto had failed to find you before the building had collapsed. The twins were devastated because you were their friend who they could banter with whenever Sylus didn't need them nor you.

Sylus, however, seemed indifferent on the outside yet there was a strange empty feeling inside.. He didn't have anyone to nag him about being holed up in his office, nor did he have anyone to workout with whenever Miss hunter was away..

But most importantly, he lost his enforcer, his right hand person.. the person who kept him alive.. well.. mentally..

He sighed to himself as Mephisto appeared to inform him that Miss hunter was here again

~~

It's been almost 2 months since that day happened.. you stood in front of a mirror and took off the bandages and looked at the scars the stitches left. Scars ran up your arm and down the side of your body where somehow, a fool was still alive and picking off innocent folk and you just happened to be a target. If you weren't so distracted from wiping away the ice shards and all of the poor guests left behind that were screaming and panicking, you could've heard them and dealt with them with ease, but no..

~

Nearly being slashed open, you just managed to escape them and escape the building. Scrambling down each floor level, you barely made it a couple of meters away when the building finally collapsed, kicking up dust and killing all of the remaining guests trapped inside.

Your body felt like it was on fire as you tried to stop the massive gash on the side of your body from killing you of blood loss while you looked around to see if Sylus and the twins were still around. You tried contacting them through your ear piece but somehow it was swiped from your person.. probably from either the escape out of the building or the encounter from the foolish idiot that tried to kill you..

Looking around more, you spotted your bike that was still here and yet.. the others were nowhere to be found when suddenly you hear the voice of that hunter girl who appeared just two weeks ago..

"Sylus, who are we waiting for?"

Her innocent looking eyes gazed up at him as he shook his head and started walking to the car they arrived in. My eyes widened as I realized that Sylus was leaving me..

Rage started to rise but the pain was overpowering.. I quickly and carefully moved to my bike and sped away, leaving the others and leaving the scene.

~

Toss away the bandages, you slip on your jacket and head out, remembering that Sylus would be attending a banquet where he would buy out from an arms dealer. You smirk to yourself and decide to show up and announce your return from the "dead"..

Putting on your helmet, you walk out to your bike and sped off, leaving Linkon City, where you were hiding from Sylus and go to return back to the N109 Zone..

~~

The familiar red tinge and the dark sky of the N109 felt welcoming to you as you rode through, speeding up now that you were out of the beautiful night sky of Linkon City.

You pulled up to the place and put on an elegant mask that fit well with the black dress you wore, as well as a jacket to cover up your scar. Looking around and smirking when you see a familiar car parked not too far from you, signaling that Sylus was here and the possibility that he brought that girl with him as well. This just made your plan even better..

Walking inside and showing your invite, the bouncer allows you in and you look at the extravagant place. The ceiling had a starry sky, and the people around wore colors you would see in a galaxy. Those who wore masks were either body guards or those who would rather keep their identity a secret in hopes to avoid being targeted by undercover killers..

Walking around and greeting other guests who attended, you spot two familiar crow masks that were nearly hidden in the shadows. You smile as you turn and start walking towards the twins.

They looked surprised to see an unknown guest walking towards them and move to push them away, but you smirked and spoke,

"Why.. I'm hurt.. 2 months have passed and you two don't even look a bit happy to see me? Maybe I should just leave again.." The twins were shocked to hear your voice and Luke reached up to inform Sylus of your return when you grabbed his wrist and shook your head. "Keep my presence a secret and maybe you two will be spared from me~"

You chuckled as they nodded and kept their mouths shut, scared but also confused of why you didn't want Sylus to know that you were back.

Walking away from the twins, you spotted the hunter girl. She was idling around and chatting with those who would entertain her. She wore a dark purple dress with blue and black accents, and every time she would move, you could see the glitter that would imitate stars. You sigh to yourself and already know that Sylus had probably bought that dress for her.

You walked up to her and smiled, talking in a voice that's a bit higher than your normal tone. "Hi miss, can I just say your dress is absolutely stunning, where did you get it from?"

She smiled and shook her head, "I got it from the place at the Grand Center and it was a gift from my partner." Anger started to rise from that word she used to describe Sylus, but I kept my emotions in check and nodded.

'I knew Sylus for nearly five years and yet she's only been around for two, almost three months and this shit happens', you spoke out in your mind and sighed.

"Well since it seems like your 'partner' has the pockets, might I strike a deal with you?", you held out your hand, knowing this girl probably doesn't have enough knowledge to know when a woman is being shady, unlike men..

She looks at your hand and tilts her head in curiosity, "A deal for what?"

You smiled and beckoned her to follow you, "Come with me and I'll show you, I would rather prefer if not a lot of people saw the protocore I've acquired." You internally smirked as she nodded.

'This was too easy~'

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you led her out into a corridor, away from public eyes. You stopped once you were sure no one saw the two of you leaving the main floor and turned to her. She looked at you with curiosity as you reached into one of your jacket pockets and pulled out a protocore. It was a larger core from the usual ones you would see. You looked up and saw that her eyes had widened and she looked at the core in your hand in awe.

"That's incredible!, where did you get it from miss?", she asked with so much excitement, it reminded you of a child who had just seen the biggest candy store in the world.

You opened your mouth to reply when suddenly, an oh-so-familiar voice was heard and a certain snowy grey haired man appeared from around the corner. He looked beautiful in the suit he was wearing, a black suit with blue and red accents and bits of embroidery showing stars.

"It's a fake.. no protocore would ever form like that.." Sylus spoke in a condescending tone to try and intimidate me. I only scoff and tilt my head, putting a hand on my hip.

"Are you calling me a scammer, sir?", I smirk and the fake protocore in my hand shifts and turns into a small blade. The hunter girl backs away and Sylus glares at me and waves a hand, holding me in the air with his power.

"You would be a fool to try and lay a hand on her..", Sylus slowly starts to close his hand, the force of his evol increasing as he strangles me in the air. I smirk and focus all of my attention on him..

"Pain.."

His eyes widen and I am released from his hold. Landing on the floor as Sylus holds his head in pain as his mental image changes and burning pain clouds his mind. He lets out a groan as he tries to fight, yet I keep my focus on him and smirk while doing so.

Miss hunter looks scared as I do, looking worried as Sylus kneels down to the floor and looks up at me with pain in his eyes. I cross my arms and release him from his mental torture. I take off my mask as he recovers and stands up from the floor.

"Long time, no see.. missed me?" I smirk as Sylus looks shocked for only a second but quickly composes himself. Miss hunter shared the same reaction as she quickly recognized me. "If only you waited just one more minute back then.." my bottom lip pokes out to pout, as if I were mocking him.

Sylus sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If you were alive all this time.. why were you hiding these last two months?"

I smirk and played with the small blade in my hand, "You tell me, how would you feel if you were probably on the brink of death and saw your boss leaving you behind, huh?" I shrug off the side of my jacket that hid my scar and proudly show it to Sylus. "A clean cut from my arm.. to my waist.. nearly dying and yet you had the nerve to busy yourself with a little girl whose purpose has already been fulfilled..". I turned my gaze to her and glared at her and spoke,

"Burn.."

Her eyes widened as she cried out in pain as a burning sensation clouded her mind. Sylus quickly waved a hand, bringing you closer to him and holding your throat in his hand. You smirked as he looked at you with such anger.

"Why so serious? After all, she resonated with you and got the aether core, therefore, she's useless now.." you smiled as she cried out in pain again, begging you to stop it.

"Call it off, or else you'll actually die this time.." Sylus threatened yet your eyes widened when you realized what he had said. Miss hunter cries in relief when released from her mental torture, keeling down on the ground as tears fall from her face.

Sylus unhands you. You back away and look at him with a look of betrayal and anger. "Seems you couldn't cut off a loose end, but don't worry.." you spoke as you looked down. Sylus glanced back to check on her but that painful feeling returned and soon, when he looked up at you, the small blade was no longer in your hand. He turned and saw it lodged deep into Miss hunter's heart...

"I took care of it..."

~~~

(WOOOOOOO I wrote this in the span of two hours while Sylus held me at gunpoint from 30 minutes of that- also while I was writing this, I realized that reader's evol seemed quite similar to the blonde girl Jane from Twilight. Anyone else thought of that or was it just me?)

[cretenu]

PICTURE YOU - KOTAROU BOKUTO

content: bokuto x reader, him confessing to you at a carnival with your friends kuroo, kenma, and akaashi, pure fluff

warnings: a small amount of cursing

notes: yayy my first post! im rlly excited to share this oneshot, bokuto is my baby so i knew i had to write him first :,)

soundtrack: picture you - chappell roan

: ̗̀➛ It was the end of a long, but undeniably fun, day at the fair with your close friends Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma, and Akaashi. Needless to say, the fair was absolutely Bokuto’s idea. His carefree (and almost childlike) attitude was the reason you fell for him in the first place. You expressed your feelings about Bokuto to Kuroo, knowing you could trust him, even if it meant some lighthearted teasing. What you didn't know is that Bokuto felt the same way for you– and he also confided in Kuroo with his feelings. 

  The sun started to set, painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink and yellow. Despite a day full of rides, games, and food, there was something you guys hadn't done; something your dear friend Kuroo had saved for last. He knew you had a debilitating fear of both heights, and rides that could be set up and torn down in a matter of hours. Yet somehow, you were standing in line for the ferris wheel against your will. A pit sat in your stomach as you stared up at the giant metal structure that swayed with the wind. “If I die of a heart attack within the next 30 minutes, it’s Kuroo’s fault”, you said, shooting him a look that could kill. “Of all the rides you've been on today, you're gonna let the ferris wheel get the best of you?” he teased. It was true. You were dragged onto every strange spinning upside down ride that day, but the rickety build of the ferris wheel managed to make you sick. Bokuto, however, looked as though he could explode from excitement. Watching his childlike wonder brought you some relief. You were too busy watching Bokuto in awe to notice Kuroo slipping the ride operator a five and whispering in his ear. As you neared the front of the ride, Kuroo looked at you and Bokuto with a stupid smile on his face. “Hm, looks like the carts only fit four people!” He said slyly. “Hey, wait a minute!” Bokuto protested, his golden eyes narrowing. “Are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, Kuroo was practically pushing Kenma and Akaashi into a cart with him as he shut the door. A couple carts passed before the ride stopped again, signaling you and Bokuto to enter the empty cart together. You reluctantly entered the cart with him as the both of you sat next to each other. As the ride started moving, Bokuto noticed your death grip on the seat and quickly caught on to your nervousness . “ Y/N are you.. scared?” He laughed slightly to himself. “Scared? No. We're just a thousand feet in the air on a ride that looks like it could collapse any second.” Bokuto laughed and looked at you sincerely as he scooted closer to you on the seat. As you reached the top of the ferris wheel, the light from the setting sun filled the air– and then the ferris wheel came to an abrupt stop.

“We’re dead.” You thought. As if on cue, Bokuto turned to you and saw the fear in your eyes as expected. The wind picked up and made the cart sway slightly, causing you to automatically grab onto the thing closest to you– Bokuto. “Hey, it’s okay.” He said, calmer than normal. “Look.” You followed his gaze. It was a breathtaking view from where the two of you sat. The setting sun overwhelmed you with every shade of yellow imaginable as you looked out on the city. Just like that, the nerves faded away. “It's beautiful..” you said under your breath. “It really is.” He said softly. You could feel his gaze shift from the breathtaking scene to you. “Y/N, can I tell you something?” You turned your head, noticing how he was closer than before. “Hm? Of course.” You said. You couldn't help but notice how the fiery sunset reflected off his golden eyes. There was a hesitance. Bokuto swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and looked into your eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while, but I think you're really awesome and pretty and I totally have a crush on you and it’s totally okay if you don't feel the same-” “Bokuto.” You could off his nonsensical rambling with a blank stare. His expression softened. You laughed softly to yourself before responding. “Did you know I die a little inside every time I hear you refer to me as your friend?” He tilted his head slightly. “I like you, Kotarou. A lot. I actually have for a while now.” Bokuto’s gaze softened and a smile crept onto his face. As the ride finally started to move again, you both noticed Kuroo cheesing at you from a few carts ahead. “Hmph. That asshole.” You said jokingly. “Hey, if he didn't push us, I might've never told you how I feel in the first place!” Bokuto added. “Wait.” You turned to him. “He knew you liked me too?” He nodded sheepishly, his cheeks tinted pink. “Yeah. I might have talked about it a couple times.” A couple times was a gross understatement. Kuroo wished you could've seen the way Bokuto talked about you, absolutely beaming and eyes full of love. He was so into you, yet you had no idea. “That little shit.” You said. Bokuto chuckled. “Yeah he's a bastard, but he means well.” He glanced at Kuroo, who was giving him a thumbs up.

As the ride came to a stop, Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi were standing at the exit as you and Bokuto walked pitifully to them. Kuroo was still smiling like an idiot; you had been played and he knew it. “Hm, here come the love birds!” He shot at you. “You must want me dead, Kuroo.” You said as the group started walking ahead of you. “It worked out in your favor, didn't it?” Kuroo muttered. “We could've died up there!” You said.  Kuroo laughed at your protests and playfully hit your shoulder. “You're an asshole.” You said. “Nah, you love me.” Kuroo teased. Despite your irritated facade, you couldn't deny your deep appreciation for Kuroo. After all, he was a loyal friend, and he managed to get the stubborn owl head to tell you how he felt.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Can we get an inexperienced/new Villain with a Superhero who has much more experience and knowledge. Maybe the Villian is a little shy and doesn't know what to say to the Superhero since it's The Superhero™

“First time?” the hero asked.

The villain looked up, terrified. Their foot had been crushed by the rubble coming from above when the ceiling had collapsed onto them. Honestly, they had panicked, had realised there was a kid still inside the building. They rushed towards them and had somehow managed to save them.

Are you a hero? the kid had asked and the villain had been in too much pain to answer. They had choked out a “go” and pushed them away to safety. For the last thirty minutes they had been contemplating cutting off their own foot.

God, they couldn’t do it. Apparently, they sucked at this, too.

They nearly sobbed.

“Oh, hold on…” The hero pushed up the concrete the villain was trapped under with ease — something that super-strength was really useful for — and let the villain crawl out. Like a deer in headlights, the villain looked around, stared at the hero, at the collapsed building. They tried to run but their foot didn’t work.

And so, they gasped for air and fell over, back into the dirt. Their lungs hurt. That broken foot was clearly not the only thing that held them back from fleeing.

However, the hero walked up to them and crouched down.

“Relax,” they said, stretching their hand out as if to calm down an anxious animal. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Go away���” the villain said, almost begged but the hero only eyed them and tilted their head gently.

“Deep breaths, come on.” Once again, the villain tried to stand up and go but their feet failed and their muscles betrayed them. There was glass on the ground, thousands of shards and they cut their fingers. Red blood covered the pavement in seconds and the pain was, once again, almost too much to handle. They sat down and leaned against a wall that was still standing, trying to grasp the fact that they were gonna lose their foot. The adrenaline wore off.

The villain was sure the hero would kill them or at least arrest them. They’d been a fool anyway, thinking they could shape the world into something better, into something more secure. But bombing senators and politicians didn’t seem to go all too well for them.

“Hey, look at me.” The hero’s voice was soft. Too soft. “It’s okay.”

It was just the two of them. And still, the villain felt overwhelmed. They pressed themselves closer against the wall and kept their eyes on the hero. Someone like this was scary for villains on TV. But right now, they seemed a little too friendly.

This was the hero. The city’s hero.

“Your hands, please.” The villain didn’t have a choice, the hero’s hands were around their own and turned them, until both of them could see the bloody palms.

“That’s quite a mess you’ve made. I’ve been watching your moves for a while now.” They observed the villain’s hands, found a little shard inside their flesh and pulled it out. The villain winced. Suddenly they pulled out bandages — the villain assumed that was normal for heroes — and carefully bandaged the villain’s hands.

“I…”

“Maybe it’s better if you don’t say anything. I’m not allowed to do this, actually. And you could get into more trouble,” the hero said. They seemed to be telling the truth which confused the villain even more. Wasn’t the hero supposed to be the bad guy? Why on earth were they helping them if it was against the rules?

“I don’t understand,” the villain admitted.

“You don’t have to, I just ask of you to hear me out. Your foot is crushed and I doubt your ribcage is doing any better. I can bring you to our facility and the medics will take care of your wounds.” They paused for a moment, thinking about how to word the next part. Obviously, there was a catch. “But you will be questioned for what you have done. You will be punished for it.”

The hero finished with the bandages.

“You may never walk again if you don’t come with me,” the hero said. “I know your motives are something only you can understand completely. But from what I’ve seen, you’re not trying to hurt innocent people. I don’t do this normally but I’m giving you a choice.”

They hadn’t let go of the villain’s hands yet.

“Maybe it’s not too late to switch sides,” the hero said.

“I know what side I’m on,” the villain whispered. “But I’ll accept this. I need help.”

The hero nodded.

And both weren’t aware that they’d change each other’s lives forever.

[hells-greatest-overlord]

Hiii. I hope your having a good day. I have a Husk request ^.^ could you write one that takes place after the battle in the finale and he can't find the reader and think she's been killed (rekilled 😆) He's really broken up about it because he never got to say how he feels. And then she finally appears battered and bruised but otherwise ok? Lots of fluff, confessions and love please ♡♡

of course love! Thank you for the request!)

”Don’t you scare me like that”

Extermination day was coming near and adrenaline was in the air. You and the others had been working on making weapons, armor to protect yourselves, and trying to secure up the hotel.

you were sharpening your blade when you saw husk walking by and talking to angel. He said something and then angel walked off and he walked towards you. Before he would say anything you spoke “I need to tell you something” you say as he raised any eyebrow

“If I don’t make it out of this battle, know that you are my best friend” you say as you looked at the blade putting it down

“Don’t say that. You and the rest of this are gonna make it out”- husk

“I know I’m just sayin if-“ you say as he cuts you off

“No, don’t say if. You will just like the rest of us got it.” He said in a more serious tone as you nodded softly

“look i uh-“ husker was about to tell you something before he got interrupted by Charlie “Alright guys it’s time”

The two of you looked at each other feeling the need to say more but silence took over as you walked out with your weapons

-the angels started to come down and attack-

The battle was rough, the angels have been strong than what you expected and the group got separated in there own fights.

one of the angels had you corned, the fight had been going on for what felt like forever until they hit a building structure to make it fall and before you could run the building collapsed…

Once Adam was down the angels retreated and the world went quite for a moment

the team had gathered up after the battle, everyone showed up except for…

husk started to panic as he started to look for you along with the others. They looked around for about 10 minutes not able to find you as his worst thoughts came to his mind. What if you were hurt? What if you.. No. the thought of you dead would not take over as he thought to look at the destroyed building.

he looked until he he saw your body, fear filling his body as he quickly ran to you, checking your breathing and the scars you had on you gently shaking you “Come on wake up, wake up” he said as tears started to fill to corners of his eyes. He called for help from the others as he looked at your leg seeing blood as he took off his shirt and tied it around to help stop the bleeding. He held you up on his chest until the others got there and started to help move stuff to make it easier to get you out. He carried you to the hotel and into a room to where he helped clean and bandage you up, laying you down carefully covering you with the blanket. He pulled a chair over to where the bed and grabbed your hand “Come on sweetheart.. please wake up..” he said as he gently rubbed your hand with his thumb as you lay there silent. Time passed and husk didn’t leave your side, he wanted to be there the moment you woke up. The silence started to eat him alive so he started talking just hoping you would wake up “I um.. I need to make a confession..” he said as he cleared his throat. “I.. I don’t think I can do without you y/n.. you make things so much easier and make things more enjoyable down here… I just.. I’ve been trying to not let my feelins get in the way of stuff but I failed to do so..I..I think I love you y/n…” he said as tears filled his eyes as he put his head on the bed beside you.

And as if a miracle happens you opened your eyes, and while you couldn’t move a moment ago you heard everything he had said. You gently raised your hand and put it on his head gently rubbing it. He quickly rose his head up and looked at you as he saw a smile across your face “Well it took ya long enough..” you joked as he realized you heard, a light blush and small laugh appeared with him. “So dose that mean you’ll let me take you out when you get better?” He asked with a smile across his face “it’s a date” you say and he gently grabs and kisses your hand rubbing it as the two of you talked most of the night, finally happy together

[electricchaser]

Different than Met the Eye.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60797710

Chapter one.

Prowl let out an agitated huff, narrowing his optics at the datapad in his servo.

“Of all the-... “ he shook his head.

Another report. On the Twins, wreaking havoc as usual, much to everyone else’s inconvenience. If he’d known that 30% of it would be dealing with those two, Prowl wouldn’t have taken to paperwork as a distraction from the Praxus disaster.

“Some job Ratchet's doing, keeping them in check,” Prowl muttered, “he needs to get those two on some sort of leash, or I’m talking to Ironhide.”

Prowl always thought it took at least a few minutes to lose one’s patience.

Then he met Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

Then they introduced him to how sorely, utterly and indefinitely wrong he was, because Those two figured out how to get on nerves Prowl didn’t even know he had, and turned it into a fine art.

Prowl sighed, in spite of himself, and pinched his nasal ridge. Begrudgingly, he signed off on the report and tossed it aside, into the record bin. Not any vaguely categorised bin, but the bin. The one dedicated to the twins and all their shenanigans. They'd only recently started a third bin, but, as though the two were aware and took it as some sort of game or challenge, it was already half-way full.

Prowl was about to pick up a new file, praying it wasnt another record entailing the Twins’ endeavours, but paused when he heard a knock at his office door.

“Can’t you find someone else to bother?” Prowl muttered, not bothering to look and see who had come heralding his attention as he picked up the file, “im working.”

A soft huff reached Prowl’s audials.

“I’m gonna pretend I ain’t mad about that greetin’, cause I know it'd kill ya to act happy to see me, or anyone for that matter,” a soothingly familiar voice said, mildly agitated. Jazz stepped into the office, folding his arms over his Chassis and leaning against the doorway,

“... but trust me, Prowler, you’ll wanna hear this,” Jazz continued, voice pointed, “Ratchet’s got a new kid in the medbay, and yer gonna wanna see ‘im.”

Prowl paused for a moment, staring at Jazz blankly. Then he let out a heavy ex-vent, leaning back in his chair.

“And why do you believe I’d be interested?” Prowl said flatly, a mostly neutral but mildly disinterested tone to his voice. He could practically feel the Polyhexian narrow his optics behind his visor.

“Cause i know ya, babe,” he said, “and I know better than to bug ya while yer workin’, and i wouldn’t be here if it weren't important.

Prowl frowned and went to speak, but Jazz cut him off with a raised servo.

“The kid’s praxian.”

The datapad in Prowl’s servo hit his desk with a clatter. Prowl remained silent for a long few nanokliks, willing the crackle in his circuits to subside before he cycled a shaky vent.

“... you’re sure…?” He asked quietly.

Jazz sighed, his expression softening. He took a few steps forward and gently took Prowl’s servo in his own.

“Red Alert found him in one of the collapsed buildings in Praxus earlier today,” he said softly, “kid came back online a cycle ago, but he ain’t talkin’.”

Jazz sighed softly, hanging his helm briefly.

“Babe, ya gotta come talk to ‘im. Right now, he probably thinks he’s the only Praxian alive.

Prowl was quiet for a moment, hanging his helm slightly. His optics dimmed in thought as he gently squeezed Jazz’s servo.

“... yeah. I suppose you’re right…” he said quietly.

Prowl paused, a vulnerability to his expression as he lifted his optics to meet Jazz’s. He scanned Jazz’s face for a moment, before speaking quietly.

“.... i don’t..know.. If I can do this alone…”

A soft smile spread across Jazz’s faceplate.

“What do I always tell ya, Prowler?”

Jazz gave Prowl’s servo a gentle squeeze.

“Long as I'm around, ya ain’t ever alone. I promised ya that, and I ain't ever breakin’ it.”

Prowl averted his gaze down to their servos to break eye contact. His thumb ran over Jazz’s knuckles in a soft gesture, his voice becoming a barely audible, slightly staticky whisper.

“I don’t deserve you, you know…”

“Oh disconnect yer vocalizer,” Jazz said, shaking his head before pressing his forehead to Prowl’s, “We ain’t got time, right now, for me to list all the ways that ain’t true.”

Jazz slid around Prowl’s desk, keeping a firm hold on Prowl’s servo, and gently tugged the tactician to his pedes.

“Now C’mon, we got a kid to check on,” Jazz said, offering a reassuring smile.

Prowl just stood in place for a moment, squeezing Jazz’s servo, before he gave a meek nod, and the two shuffled out of the office.

As the two walked, Jazz discreetly linked their pinky digits together, offering what little comfort he could without using complete PDA on Prowl. They headed down the long halls of the base, slowly making their way toward the medical bay.

“Kid’s real skittish..” Jazz spoke up after a moment of silence.

“He hasn’t said a single thing since he woke up. Ironhide had to practically pry the twins off ‘im when Sides wouldn’t stop talkin’. Kid wouldn’t talk to Ratch’, or even Prime.”

The corners of Prowl’s mouth tugged down into a frown. He wasn’t surprised both Ratchet and Optimus had made attempts to talk to the kid. It made sense, if Ratchet was the one looking after the kid, and Optimus had a soft spot for newbies and younglings.

“Any idea how old he is?”

Jazz huffed, briefly scratching his nasal ridge.

“.. not very…” Jazz said, “Ratch guessed he’s probably around his late teens– ah, in earth terms. He seems to be around the twins’ age anyway.”

Prowl frowned, nodding meekly.

“What’s his designation?”

At that, Jazz turned slightly sheepish, giving a small shrug.

“Ah, dunno,” he said awkwardly, “like I said, kid ain’t talkin’. Ratchet’s gettin’ fed up with all the unanswered questions, though. He's about one more pouty frown for an answer from overridin’ the kid’s circuitry so he can actually start a record on him.”

Prowl's hand tensed, and he bristled visibly.

"What. He can’t," He said harshly, glaring at Jazz, "... He... can't *do* that. The kid is frightened. He just needs some time-"

The words sounded hollow even as he said them. He knew the medical staff didn't have that kind of time to play the kid's waiting game. But he couldn't help a spark of sympathy for the kid. He knew first hand how fun it was, having your circuits scrambled.

He let out a sharp ex-vent and forced himself to calm down a little. Jazz didn't say Ratchet was actually considering it. It was a harmless comment. A tease.

Jazz let out a soft huff.

"... yeah... Ratch ain't known for his patience, but any other medics skilled enough to patch him up, the kid wouldn't sit still for. He'd only stay put for Ratch and Red Alert, and Red had to bounce about thirty kliks ago."

They continued to walk and rounded a corner. The med bay was just down the hall now. Prowl vented slowly in an attempt to ease the gentle thrumming in his spark.

Prowl’s gaze flickered around the room, his attention split between the situation they were walking into and the feeling of Jazz's pinky still intertwined with his own. He found himself squeezing the servo discreetly in an attempt to ground himself.

They reached the door to the medbay, and Prowl felt a spark of anxiety race through his lines. A hundred different scenarios ran through his processor, none of them good. He squeezed his optics shut for a moment, praying for that unpleasant crackle to leave his circuitry. Primus, how he hated that crackle.

Jazz gave Prowl's pinky a reassuring squeeze, and the two stepped inside.

There were a bunch of injured autobots that medics were skittering around and tending to, and the two gave a few here and there a brief nod as they passed by.

Jazz led prowl over to a corner of the room, where Ratchet was hunched over, working on a young bot's ankle. the framing and circuitry had been crushed, and the plating split open. Upon a closer glance, Ratchet had needed to cut off The circulation in order to stop the energon leaking.

The kid was small, sensor wings drooping low on his back. one leg was stretched out for Ratchet to mend, while the other pulled up to his chassis, chin resting on his knee. He was a dark charcoal grey with black accents, with a red torso and thigh plating. He had a red chevron on his forehead, a third of which was broken off on the one side, and His paint was chipped and scuffed just about everywhere. His chassis raddled as he let out a wheezy cough.

Needless to say, the kid looked like shit.

But Prowl wouldn't say that, not out loud.

No, Jazz would smack him upside the head for that. Especially if it was the first thing out of his mouth upon seeing the kid.

So instead prowl kept quiet, letting his optics scan the young bot's frame, taking in his injuries and the dull, defeated expression on his features. His spark seemed to clench with some strange, almost *foreign* sensation that Prowl didn't recognize, and it took him a moment to identify that it was grief. There was that incessant crackle in his circuits again, and he squinted his optics momentarily.

Prowl stepped closer, silently watching Ratchet work, and Jazz stood a pace behind him.

Finally, After a few nanokliks, he found his voice, and spoke in a quiet, even tone.

"How is he, Ratchet?"

Ratchet glanced up, arching an optic ridge.

"... stable and conscious, obviously," Ratchet said with a gesture, earning a frown from the kid, "... but he won't talk. To anyone."

Ratchet let out a heavy sigh. the kid hung his head, curling in on himself as much as possible, violet blue optics dimming to a barely noticeable glow. Prowl was barely a metre away from the kid, and he couldn't even sense his energy field.

"... his ankle's about 70 percent of the damage. There's barely enough stable tissue and circuitry for me to reconstruct and repair it. Everything else is just dents and cracks and internal damage that'll have to repair itself in time.”

Prowl's frown deepened slightly as Ratchet's bluntness did nothing to help the kid seem any less miserable. Prowl's sensors were focused on the young bot, noting his small frame and slumped form. He seemed scared and uncomfortable, and it was a wonder he allowed Ratchet near him at all after what Prowl assumed must have been some painful surgery, and how skittish he’d been informed the kid was.

Prowl took a step closer, optic ridges creasing slightly.

The kid's Optics flicked to peer at Prowl out of the corner of his optics, and he discreetly shifted toward the opposite side of the medical berth, letting out another small cough. Ratchet sighed, his servos stilling.

"Kid, ya gotta sit still," he said exasperatedly. Then he tried to continue working, but the kid winced and pulled his foot back slightly.

"I would've put him under for this, I wanted to... but he wouldn't let anyone near him to shut him down..." Ratchet sighed, "... but this leg needed to be fixed, so the best I could do was deactivate some of his pain receptors."

Jazz shot Ratchet a disapproving look, but it was ignored.

Prowl said nothing, but his expression darkened further. It was a miracle the kid had even let Ratchet do even rudimentary repairs, much less more invasive surgery. Then again, he was only a young mech, and he was probably scared out of his processor.

"He's obviously traumatised." Prowl said, just loud enough for Ratchet to hear.

Ratchet sighed somewhat agitatedly.

"... that is... prominently evident," he muttered, "... we're just lucky he was barely conscious when Red Alert found him, or we probably never would've even gotten our hands on the kid.”

Then Ratchet paused for a moment before continuing.

"..I gave him an energon sedative to subdue his anxiety and help keep him calm... but even that can only do so much. I'm surprised it hasn't worn off yet."

so the kid was sedated. That explained why he was acting so lowkey and relaxed.

Prowl’s optic twitched as his optic ridges creased.

“... and hardly anyone has thought to try talking to him?”

“Please, Sideswipe did nothing but talk to him before Sunstreaker and Ironhide dragged him away,” Ratchet scoffed, rolling his optics, “...And Prime.... he's a gentle giant, but still a giant. He was more intimidating than anything, and he couldn't stay long, regardless.”

Prowl frowned slightly.

"...And I suppose you've just been fussing over him in the most clinical manner you're capable of?" He said, unable to quell the slight edge to his tone.

“Oh, like you're the expert on bedside manner,” Ratchet snarked. Then he sighed heavily, hanging his head.

"Look-... you can lead someone to water, but you can't force them to drink it," he said, "... he wouldn't talk to prime, Ironhide or either of the twins, I doubt he'll talk to me. And if the kid doesn't wanna talk, I can't make him."

Prowl narrowed his optics briefly, but ultimately let out a heavy sigh, beside himself. He glanced down at the kid, who was watching Prowl and the conversation between him and Ratchet with weary but calculating optics, gaze flicking back and forth between the two mechs.

Prowl knelt down, so that he was no longer towering over him. He could only hope this would make the kid less intimidated.

"...Are you in much pain?" He asked quietly, slowly, not wanting to scare the kid even further by speaking suddenly.

The kid blinked at Prowl for a moment, scanning him up and down.

Then he bowed his head, optics turning downcast in thought. After a second, he sheepishly raised a servo, tilting it from side to side in a 'so-so' gesture. His movements were slow and quiet, like a side-effect of the sedation, but it was almost like a soldier's practised stealth, as well. someone used to being quiet and hiding, sneaking around.

Prowl noted the kid's quiet movements and expression, and suddenly he thought that he understood what the problem with getting along with the kid might be. This was a *Praxian,* after all, at least in a technical sense. And all Praxians, young and old, had a few things in common.

He was about to try asking again, when he paused. His optics traced over the mech's body, studying him.

"... You're still a bit too drugged, aren't you?" He commented, his voice soft as he could make it.

The kid stared at Prowl for a moment. Then he creased his optic ridge and turned his head away. The kid went to vent in, but he hid his face in the crook of his elbow instead, coughing up dust. After his coughing fit settled down, he hung his head, a pouty, sort of dejected expression on his faceplate as he rubbed his throat. After a second, he wrapped his arms back around his leg, resting his chin on his knee.

Prowl's optics flickered for a moment as he heard the kid's dry cough, noting the amount of dust on his frame. He'd been digging through rubble and dust for days, and probably hadn't had any fresh energon or a wash since then. The thought sent a jolt through Prowl, and a spark of unexpected anger rose in his spark. How could he have been so... ignorant?

"... When was the last time someone fed you anything?" He asked the kid, his voice suddenly sharp.

The kid flinched back at Prowl's tone, staring at him for a moment. There was a long moment of silence before the kid hung his head, optics downcast as he wrapped his arms around his torso. He curled in on himself slightly, another weak, dusty cough wracking his small frame as he shook his head.

Prowl’s circuits sizzled and a harsh glare formed on his faceplate. How long had the kid gone without fuel? Why had nobody thought to give him any?

“Jazz, go get some energon.”

The kid’s head perked up at Prowl’s sharper tone. He frowned softly, tilting his head in a puppy-like manner. His gaze flicked to Jazz, watching intently as the larger black and white Mech shuffled out of the room. Once Jazz was out of sight, his optics flicked back to Prowl, peering up at him.

Prowl sighed.

“I’ll bet you’re starving,” Prowl said, voice now as soft and… kind… as he could make it. He prayed he was hitting the tone right. This felt way out of his league.

The longer he was with this kid, the more Prowl wished he knew how to deal with kids that weren’t red, yellow and trashing everything they touched.

It didn’t help that this kid was one wrong move away from making a run –or, to be entirely honest, a hobble– for it, and if he slipped through their fingers now, they'd never get their hands on him again. Or that this kid was so drastically different from the two punks Prowl did know how to handle.

The kid just blinked at Prowl for a moment after his question, then hung his head, stubbornly silent. He placed a servo over his presumably empty fuel tank for a moment before letting his servos rest limply in his lap, gaze shifting between Prowl and Ratchet.

For the umpteenth time, Prowl sighed. Maybe he should’ve let Jazz handle this. He had a lot more patience for stubborn bots.

The kid went to vent again, but caught another hacking fit. He curled in on himself, burying his faceplate in the crook of his elbow as he coughed up more dust.

That was when Prowl noticed a weld line that went from the middle of his chassis to about halfway down his torso. It looked mildly messy, like it was done in a rush. It also looked fresh, as if it had been done recently.

Prowl bit back a curse, trying to keep the… concern…. Off his faceplate. His optic twitched as that incessant crackling sizzled through his circuits again.

Prowl vented heavily as Jazz shuffled up behind him, a few energon cubes in hand. Prowl gave his version of a smile as he took one of the cubes, slowly holding it out to the kid. An offering. If they fueled the kid, maybe he’d feel more inclined to trust them, and they could finally get some answers out of him.

Or so Prowl thought.

Because the kid just stared up at him with the same pitiful, pouty expression that seemed to be molded into his features. Then he let out a soft whine, pulling his uninjured leg closer as he gave another weak wheeze.

How was this kid even online? It made Prowl’s circuits crackle unpleasantly and he couldn’t stand it.

The kid wrapped his arms around his shin tightly, resting his head on his knee as he shut his optics tight, sensor wings low and limp against his back. Ratchet glanced up, letting out a pitiful sigh as he shook his head.

“... just hang in there, kid…” he mumbled, “...i just need a little more time to stabilise your ankle, then we can give you a proper diagnostic and flush out your systems.”

Prowl frowned at that. The kid had probably been wheezing and coughing since he came back online to earn that reaction from Ratchet. Prowl pursed his lips and, almost a little desperately, offered up the cube of energon to the kid again. All he got was the same pouty stare.

But then the kid’s optics flickered, and he slouched a little more, looking impossibly exhausted and ready to go offline right then and there. His frame shook with another wheeze. Prowl looked the kid over scrutinizingly, taking in all the cracks and dents and the energon stains on the medical berth beneath his foot.

“... how is he still conscious…” Prowl muttered, mostly to himself.

Ratchet had been about to speak, probably some snarky reply on the tip of his metal tongue, but he caught himself when the kid’s optics dimmed completely and flickered shut, his frame slumping against the wall. Jazz went to step forward, but Prowl raised a servo to stop him.

“Shit-” Ratchet sighed, “that answer your question?”

Despite the snark to his tone, Ratchet got up and checked the kids vitals, letting out a relieved vent. He paused, Optics fixing on the weld line Prowl had noticed earlier.

“Red Alert forgot to mention that…” Ratchet mumbled to himself. Then he shook his helm, optic ridges creasing.

“... he’s stable for now, but the internal damage is likely worse than I initially anticipated, and there’s no telling how long he’ll stay stable on an empty tank.”

Ratchet gently laid the kid down, taking the time to briefly examine him as he did so. Then he pulled a small monitor on a pole over with a hook on it. He grabbed a cord hanging from the monitor, clipping it to the inside of the kid’s wrist.

“Any idea how long he’ll be unconscious?” Prowl asked somewhat reluctantly.

“Until we get some energon in him, at least,” Ratchet said, “my guess is this is a low-fuel induced shutdown, and if that’s the case, the kid will stay offline until we get some fuel into his system.”

Prowl frowned.

“And how exactly do you plan on doing that? It’s not like we’re able to just pour it down his intake, if he’s offline.”

Ratchet sighed, scrubbing a servo down his faceplate. Then he noticed a supply cupboard and headed over it. He opened the cupboard and pulled out a large metal funnel with a small fixture at the bottom and a tube attached to it.

Ratchet headed back over to the kid and the monitor and fixed the funnel onto it, then he took the tube and clipped it into the kid’s wrist. Ratchet grabbed the energon cube from Prowl and poured some of the contents into the funnel. Ratchet watched intently as the bluish purple liquid began to filter through the tube and into the kid’s system.

“An energon drip,” Ratchet muttered, “... it’s not the most effective method of refuelling, but it’s the best we’ve got until the kid comes back online.”

Prowl nodded, watching the drip intently for a few minutes as everything fell quiet- mostly. The only noise for a while was the bustle and steady chatter of other medics and patients as Ratchet went back to working on the kid’s ankle. Prowl took the time to think, and hopefully put an end to that irritating crackle in his processor. He watched the kid with a creased optic ridge, once more taking in all the chips, scuffs, dents and cracks.

“... He’s so small…” Prowl commented despite himself. Ratchet sighed, the sound one of pity.

“I know. Especially for his age,” Ratchet murmured, “... my guess is stunted growth from a lack of nutrition and a lack of proper physical care over the years. Either that, or he’s a lot younger than I figure.”

Prowl frowned, falling silent once again, for a moment. He watched the energon drip for a moment before his gaze turned back to the kid.

“... how old do you think he is?” Prowl inquired. Ratchet frowned, scratching his nasal ridge briefly.

“Judging by the developmental stage of his frame, I'd say anywhere from 16-20,000?” Ratchet said uncertainly, “... he’s around the same age as the twins, regardless, but his size makes him seem like he should be a lot younger.”

Prowl nodded with a frown, letting that sink in for a klik.

The two lapsed back into silence for a moment before Ratchet let out a heavy ex-vent.

“... y’know what, I’m gonna take advantage of the kid being unconscious and actually get some work done on that ankle,” he said, shuffling around to take a seat near the kids pedes once more. Prowl nodded, watching the medic as he began to work again.

Everything else slowly faded into the background as the seconds ticked by while Prowl watched Ratchet work, and something warm filled Prowl’s spark at the thought this kid was finally getting the care he needed. But one question still stood, poking incessantly at the back of Prowl’s mind.

Who was he?

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Mystic Training

The autism won and just spent the past couple days powering through writing a 10 page tmnt g/t fanfic like my life depended on it. This is mostly self indulgent because I would've loved to see mystic Raph more in the show and also would've love to see more on how the power works

cw: there's a bit of messing around with mystic Raph's mouth for a couple paragraphs but mostly in the way to how a dentist poke's around someone's mouth

Word count: 4522

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“You did WHAT with your powers?!” Mikey practically pounced on Raph’s shoulders as the four walked back to the lair.

“I know, right?! It was the craziest thing I've ever seen! You should've been there!”

“I would've loved to but Mikey and I were forced to handle that backstabbing, tried-to-steal-my-tech, traitorous, smug -”

“Man! I wish it was me and Raph on the roof, I would kill to see a giant super powered mystic Raph!” Mikey felt Raph stiffen his shoulders.

“Mikey… Leo had to get thrown off the roof for me to catch him like that…” Donnie paused mid rant at Raph's words, trailing a few paces behind.

“Okay, but if you did it once, can't you do it again? Unless there's a sort of quote unquote mystic cool down that prevents you from using that full power, there shouldn't be anyone stopping you now.” That caught the attention of the others as eyes moved from Donnie to Raph expectantly. 

“Huh? I mean, I don't even know HOW I did it, just that I… had to? I don't know, it was mostly just a feeling I guess.” Raph sheepishly grinned, rubbing the back of his head. 

Mikey just dramatically slid off, landing on his feet in a slouch. “Awww man… oh wait! What if I-”

“You're not throwing yourself off a building to see if it works.” Raph grabbed Mikey by the back of his shell and tucked him under his arms to keep from running off.

“Hey! It was a joke! Leo, Donnie tell Raph I was joking!” Mikey playfully squirmed in Raph’s grip as they started moving again.

Leo nudged Mikey’s side as Donnie took the lead up front “I don't know, you sounded pretty serious there~”

“Leo’s correct, and I'm the only one allowed to be funny in this family”

“You betray your own brother?! How could you!” Mikey threw his arms out and slumped forward. 

The four continued to make their way back home, Leo continuing to brag about how not only was he “right about spider lady” but also that he managed to make some killer portals. Donnie was mostly muttering to himself and fidgeting with his gauntlet about manufacturing artificial spider webs. And despite the theatrics of it all, Mikey was content with snuggling up to Raph’s side, more exhausted than anything but not being able to fall asleep.

Raph stayed a bit quieter than usual but he was probably just as drained as the rest.

It wasn't long before they made it back home, each splitting off to their own rooms for the night. Raph dropped a now sleeping Mikey off before all but collapsing out in his own room. Sleep was restless, was in and out, almost nonexistent and contained no dreams but it was something.

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“UP AND AT ‘EM RAPHALA!” 

“WHAT-HUH?!” Raph’s body practically launched itself out of bed and onto the floor before he could even realize he was awake. He pushed himself off the floor, now sitting up, looking at a now very excited Donnie with eye bags stronger than what his mask can cover up. Like he was giddily waiting for someone to ask. “What happened?!”

“Oh, Raph good you're awake! Well we have a BIG day scheduled for YOU mister. I've prepped for you to get 30 minutes to get yourself ready, dressed, eat, shower etcetera and THEN we are gonna be headed to the main atrium where we are gonna do nothing BUT crack this infuriating figurative mystic code of your power!” 

Raph, who was barely paying attention to what Donnie was saying, mostly just falling back asleep now that there's no threat, suddenly shot awake when Donnie said that last bit. “My power? Well, normally you know I'm all down for training, but this early?” 

“Yes, of course this early because we have so many different factors both physical and… eugh… emotional… that could each individually play a part in understanding what you do that activates that, to quote Mikey, giant super powered mystic Raph.” Donnie was now right by Raph grabbing his arm and trying to lead him out the room. “Now come on, you now have 28 minutes to get ready before we start!”

Raph just stood up and pulled his arm back, resulting in Donnie falling to the ground. 

“Relax D, we just got done fighting two boss villains, I think we need a day.” Raph stepped a bit closer, now noticing the dark purple eye bags. “You too, did you spend all last night working on this “schedule” thing?”

“Long exasperated groan, why yes my dearest brother, I did, because apparently I'm more interested in understanding your own powers than you.” Donnie gave a huff, standing indignantly at that last bit. “Like come on, you barely talked about it outside of “I don't know how it works”, I know if any of us developed some crazy power we didn't know how to use or control you would be the FIRST to want them to figure it out.”

“Yeah but that was different, we knew nothing about our powers back then, this is just an added thing to the stuff I do know how to do.”

“And you're telling me you DON’T want to know how to use a power like that, one that has been shown to have incredible strength and durability from what I've heard?”

“Yes because I'm totally fine with what I have now and do NOT need to use that powerup.”

“I don't understand, then you should want to know how it works so you can choose to avoid activating it if you want-”

“-Just… stop, I don't wanna talk about it this early in the morning”

There were several moments of silence and Raph was about to tell Donnie to go to bed again before “Well, alright then, my offer still stands and I will be in the main atrium if you wish to participate.” And with that, Donnie turned on his heels and walked out at a brisk pace

Raph just rubbed his fingers against his temple and flopped back onto his bed. He didn't sleep, staying lost in thought.

An hour later he mustered the strength to pull himself back up, getting his mask, wrappings and reluctantly his tonfas and exited his room.

“You're out of bed late~” Raph looked and to the left of his room was Leo, who’s lax attitude immediately set off Raph’s ‘Leo’s planning something’ alarm.

“Yeah, hardly, the Mad Scientist woke me up an hour ago for some… science thing.” 

“Eh, you know what I mean.” Leo leaned his weight on Raph's shoulder, “Actually, speaking of said ‘Mad Scientist’ and he seemed pre-tty ticked that you were “fine with living in ignorance of your own capabilities'' and is mostly just ranting to himself. Sicced Mikey on him before heading up here to get the nerd to cool off.”

Raph took a deep breath, “I didn't mean to upset him, I just… don't think that this should be the top priority with all the oozquitos free again.” Leo just hummed, cartoonishly nodding his head.

“Yeah of course, and it definitely has nothing to do with how you already know how this new powerup works or anything.” He confidently said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“W-What?! How did you-  mean, I have no idea what you're talking about.” Raph folded his arms, suddenly finding the right side of the lair to be extremely interesting to look at.

“Well, I mean if that little bit of Shakespeare didn't give it away then that whole beef with Donnie definitely did.” Raph slumped at being caught. “I mean, you're telling me that you don't want to know how a power THAT awesome works? Yeah I'm not buying it. You love showing off during training and fights. So spill. Don’t make me drag Mikey over here, we both know it’s impossible to keep secrets from those puppy eyes.” Leo took a step back from Raph, waiting for a response.

“... Promise you won’t tell them?” Raph barely whispered.

“I’m not your parent, not the older brother and most importantly, not a narc, I’m not gonna rat you out. I don’t know, take it as… a blood pact, except replace the “blood” with “falling off one of the biggest buildings in New York”.”

Raph huffed but looked at and away from Leo rapidly, wringing his hands together trying to string together his next sentence. Leo was waiting, now leaned onto the wall.

“I just… don't want to hurt you guys…” The confession finally startled Leo, breaking the chill guy persona.

“Woah woah woah, what are you talking about? Hurt us?” Leo’s eyes widened “Wait, is one of us almost dying, really what causes the powerup?” It was now Raph’s turn to be shocked.

“No! No. it’s, I don't know, it took me so long to figure out how to get used to my own strength, even with the tonfas. I thought it got to where I had total control of my strength and powers.” Raph looked down at his hands, avoiding Leo. “And then that whole thing happened and it felt different than what I'm used to with the tonfas. Like it was my body but also not?” He looked at Leo. “I was going to grab you during the fall but I could barely even feel the wind so I thought that if I grabbed you…I wouldn't be able to tell… and I’d hurt you worse than what the fall would.”

Something dark flashed over Leo’s eyes for the briefest of moments before he quirked a lopsided smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh come on, big guy, you know we know you'd never hurt us, at least not in a way that requires the med bay.” He mostly muttered that last part to himself. 

“Yeah, but what about on accident, it's happened before!” 

“Do you know how many times I've accidentally hurt myself on the skate ramp? Way more than the times you've hurt us, and we STILL keep that thing around! And you know what we do to stop getting injured on the skate ramp?” Leo was now back to his smug self, nudging Raph's side with a smirk on his face “Come on, it's one of your top 5 favorite words… starts with a T~”

Raph gave a defeated huff and soft smile “We train… Man, when did you decide to be the mature one?”

“Hey! I’m ALWAYS the mature one! I’m just making sure that our fearless leader doesn’t lose that title over being scared about nothing!” Leo wrapped his arm around Raph's and began to lead him to the atrium, “now let's go tell the Egg Head the good news that we don't need his excel spreadsheet of “reasons for Raph's powerup" !"

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“Tell me EXACTLY how it works! I have the spreadsheet up to compare how correct any of my hypotheses are.”

All four brothers gathered in the atrium, and Raph was struggling to not feel singled out especially when he was in fact singled out. He took a breath.

“I don't know how to really phrase it? I know that I'm able to do it and there's nothing holding me back, but just that there used to be something holding me back? And now that the thing holding me back is gone… I can just… do it now? Sorry, that's just the best way I can phrase it.”

There was a beat of silence before Donnie powered up his gauntlet and frantically began scrolling through it. It took Leo and Mikey a few seconds later to figure it out though.

“Waitwaitwait, was you saving me what got rid of that “thing holding you back”?”

Raph silently nodded. Mikey just threw his arms around Raph the best he could.

“Awww! You hear that? Raph loves us so much he got a new power from it!” Raph just chuckled, wrapping his arms around Mikey. 

“‘Course Raph loves you guys, no matter how much you annoy me…” Raph buried his head into Mikey’s shoulders who in turn gave a few happy chirps.

Leo playfully wrapped an arm around Raph. “Or it happened cause if anyone's gonna be able to take me out it's gonna be one of you, not some freaky goat man.”

Raph looked up a bit at Leo with a warm smile, then back at Mikey. “See what I mean?”

“NO! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! CURSE YOU MYSTIC POWERS! I WILL FIGURE YOU OUT AND WHEN I DO, YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU DARE-” 

“- Donnie, buddy, we’re having a moment.” Donnie shot his eyes up at Leo’s words and looked towards the other three, staring but mostly used to the “out of context scientific outbursts”. “Awkward cough, right, of course. WELL, the spreadsheet was a total bust so I spent all night working on nothing, and I really need another coffee--even though MIKEY won’t let me have anymore--so how about we move right on to phase 2!” He dramatically held up 2 fingers.

“You need to have something other than caffeine! Also what’s phase 2?”

“Why I'm so glad you asked, dear Angelo!” Donnie pointedly ignored the first part. “Raph, if you would please do the honors and make a full body projection as large as you are able--without damaging the lair or breaking anything please.”

“What? Why can't I, you know, just make one a tiny bit bigger than me?” Raph let go of Mikey and was looking nervous all over again.

“Because, Raphael, it'll be easier and faster in the long run if we start off with an extreme in the opposite direction opposed to starting with the least extreme version so that any sort of differences and general changes to how you and your body interact and interpret the world are easier to notice and document.” There was a moment and then, “Larger body equals more detail and less work later on.” Nods and general agreement. 

“Okay, okay, just… stand back, like a lot, cause I don’t wanna hurt you guys, even by accident… just in case.” As the group of three made their way to a nearby hallway, Raph just sighed and rolled his eyes as Leo gave him the biggest smirk he's seen on the slider’s face. Raph is guaranteed to never hear the end of how “he was right two days in a row! This needs to be a national holiday!”.

Raph moved over to the center of the room and pulled out his tonfas like he normally would. It was unusually silent outside of the frantic typing on Donnie’s gauntlet. Raph was usually so eager to show off how much better he’s gotten with his powers, but this time it felt different. Maybe because it was less of a training session or maybe unsure of the outcome of this experiment. Either way, he took a breath and let the energy spark and flow around him.

The projection grew at a slow but steady pace, tinting the area in a warm red. Donnie was typing notes like his life depended on it, Mikey was looking ahead, almost star-struck and Leo despite the smugness, was keeping an eye on Raph, who was nervous but didn’t look like he was gonna completely freak out.

Occasionally Raph adjusted positions when getting too close to a wall or ramp, finally stopping at around 30ish feet or so when the projection’s shoulders started to get a bit too close to both sides of the room. His brothers noticed the change and took that as an invitation to step back in the room.

Mikey came barreling towards Raph, stopping a few feet away. “Wooahhh! THIS IS SO COOL! Hey, Leo, was he this big when he caught you?” The box turtle was bouncing on his feet, more excited to be seeing the mystic form than hearing an actual answer.

Leo casually strolled up. “He was actually a biiiit bigger, but y’know, this is cool too” Mikey lightly jabbed Leo on his side, who just laughed and moved his eyes from Mikey to Raph “What about you Big and Red? How’s the weather up there? Man, I’ve been holding that one in since last night.” Raph just gave a nervous thumbs up, keeping his arms close to his chest.

Almost hyper aware of how small his brothers were, more than usual, Raph shifted slightly trying to find a good spot to sit down.

“Waiteaitwait! Don't sit yet! I still have to take measurements!” Raph immediately stopped, letting Donnie fly from head to toe, gingerly moving his arms for a measurement of his arm span. 

“Incredible it's perfectly proportioned and scaled to your exact measurements! Down to the tiniest of millimeters! But since I know only I will appreciate the exact measurements, your current height is 33 feet and 5 inches.” 

“Oh! That’s uh-”

“AND YOU CAN SPEAK THROUGH THE PROJECTION?!” Donnie flew up to Mystic Raph’s face and began poking around. “Hm, it's transparent but not with itself.” Donnie touched Mystic Raph’s face and was mostly staring through the projection rather than at it. Raph just let him poke and prod, rambling away, slowly getting used to the sensations. The numb, barely noticeable feelings slowly becoming clearer and with more weight.

“I can see through the face to the rooms and hallways but I can’t see the mask tails. If he were completely transparent (with the red and white outlines) I would be able to see everything…let’s see… hmm… guess there’s only one way to check if it's more mystic nonsense making you speak or some actual biology for once… Raph, open your mouth.” Aaaand any getting used to the new body was immediately brought to a screeching halt.

“WHAT?! I'm not gonna-” but Donnie already propped his tech bo in the projection’s mouth, keeping it jammed open. It felt insanely weird to have the mystic body restrained in some way while Raph’s physical body was just stuck with his mouth open. It felt even weirder when Donnie stuck half of his body inside and started to poke and prod around again, metal arms from his battle shell keeping the scientist in place.

Raph was deathly still, not even moving to grab his very smart but VERY dumb brother. He didn't know whether to feel glad his brother trusted him enough to get away with doing such a stupid action or terrified over the (extremely low) possibility of accidentally biting down. All he could do was give a pleading look down at Mikey and Leo for help. 

The slider took initiative after a bit, laughing as he made his way up to the floor near Raph's face. “Wow D, and here I thought you were the biggest germaphobe in the family~” 

Donnie didn't get out and instead just pointed a metal finger at Leo. “Jokes on you, I've already accounted for that!” The soft shell turned slightly, a mad scientist-like grin across his face. “While observing Mystic Raph’s face I noted that there was no moisture forming on eyes. None of the sheen and shine that comes with tear duct production. Eyes without said tear duct production need constant use of eye drops to remain functional and undamaged, so if the eyes can look and function like normal eyes while producing no moisture then it stands to reason that there is no saliva, blood or any other sticky gross disgustingness, and I was right!” 

Looking quite proud of himself, Donnie moved to stick his head back in when Mikey swung up and landed on Raph’s head, looking down at Donnie a bit sheepishly. 

“Uh, Donnie, maybe you should get out of there? Real Raph hasn't been able to close his mouth and it's probably not the most comfortable feeling.” That seemed to snap Donnie out of his smugness, looking down at Raph and then back at the tech bo.

“Ah, sorry. Let me just…” Donnie carefully pulled out the bo staff, and even though Raph flinched from the sudden shift, Donnie didn't, instead just retracting the spider arms, having the battle shell pull himself out and flying down to Mystic Raph’s middle “It didn't occur to me that you could feel or even have your physical body restrained whenever the mystic body was.”

“It's fine, just don't do it again, or since I know that you're probably gonna do it again anyway, just let me know BEFORE, please?” Raph adjusted his jaw for a moment before looking back down at Donnie who just nodded vigorously, “Guess that's what we're figuring out with this anyway, just how this” he gestured to himself, careful not to jostle Mikey too much, “whole situation works… did you find anything out doing that incredibly stupid thing at least?” 

“Ah yes! It seems that this form does have the same biology as yourself, a working setting of vocal cords being one of them. But a couple things before I go on. One, I grant you permission to sit down now if you wish, and Two,” Donnie’s eyes flickered to both the Mystic Raph’s face and then Real Raph’s “would it be easier if we talked closer to the projection’s head or your own”

“Oh, I mean, I guess I can see out of my real body if I try hard enough but it's easier to see out of the other body’s eyes.” Raph explained while carefully moving to a sitting down position, leaning comfortably on the skate ramp. 

Mikey kept his same spot on Mystic Raph’s head but went to lay down and Leo jumped from the spot near Raph’s head and sat on his shoulder, casually leaning against his neck. He whispered in Raph's ear so the box turtle couldn't hear “Told you that you were freaking out over nothing, you couldn't hurt us even if you wanted to. We honestly cause you more problems like this than you ever could.” Raph didn't give a verbal reply but Leo felt the shoulders stiffen and head gently lean on the slider just the tiniest amount. “Welp! Now that we’re all comfy n’stuff, we give you full permission to rant about the nerd stuff you found out, Don Tron.”

That got Donnie to perk right up and he spent the next half hour gushing about all the details ranging from how “the body less of a suit of armor shaped like Raph and more like an exact mirror image”, to how “since Mystic Raph can feel touch and experience other sensory input then his mystic power must be connected to his nervous system”. In short, this wasn’t a mystic power up of Raph, this was an extension of him, like an arm or a leg. Mystic Raph IS Raph and that thought made something warm and happy bubble in his chest. 

Past that, the other three weren’t thinking too hard about the specifics, but they were comfortable, and despite the early hours, after yesterday, still needed the rest, so they mostly just let Donnie info-dump the whole time (with a few light-hearted jabs thrown in here and there) about any minor or interesting fact the soft shell found out about Raph.

After a bit, Donnie’s pace began to slow and Raph immediately caught on, surprising himself when he offered his hands for the soft shell to land and relax on. Donnie insisted that he was still wide awake but took the offer anyway and promptly passed out a few minutes later. Raph gently moved Donnie towards Leo who removed the battle shell and placed it on the upper floor nearby. The three remaining brothers tried to fight off the lingering exhaustion of last night, “Guess Donnie and me weren't the only one to miss sleep…” but without any craziness to “ooo” and “aaa” at, sleep managed to claim the rest of Raph’s brothers one by one.

The four of them were all contently laying together now, Donnie carefully held close to his plastron, his hands providing the same amount of comfortable pressure as a weighted blanket. Leo squirmed and shifted around a lot but eventually settled for between the back of Raph’s neck and his shell, a spot that Leo’s back will definitely regret later. And Mikey migrated to the crook of Raph’s chin, finding security in the giant snapping turtle resting his head over Mikey as well as the gentle breathing beneath.

Raph on the other hand was more focused on the new, and admittedly amazing sensations that came with this new mystic form. Touch felt different but not in a foreign way anymore. It wasn’t a scary, numb tingle that was with touch but was more like a warm buzz. Almost as if the feeling his body was registering as touch was energy as opposed to wood or metal or brothers. Realizing this made Raph relax even more, a content and gentle rumble emanating from the giant body. He was about to fall asleep when his eyes snapped open. What was he doing, he can’t sleep like this, not with his brothers all over him, what if he rolls over in his sleep, what if he puts too much pressure on Donnie, or leans his head back too much and hurts Leo, or Mikey’s limbs get caught in his plastron, or-

A tiny, gentle hand gave a few pats to Raph’s neck. “It’s okay Raph, you’re not gonna hurt us, you can sleep if you want… unless you got something against afternoon naps…” Mikey turned over a bit and looked up at a slightly panicked Raph, who was trying his best to look back, “How can you say you're scared of your own strength when you’re more gentle now than you’ve ever been…” Recollection of a similar conversation popped into Raph’s head.

“Leo told you, huh?” The tiniest of whispers, barely audible unless you were right in front of Raph’s face, which Mikey thankfully was. The tiny turtle gave a huffed laugh.

“No one can keep secrets from my puppy eyes~” A few more pats to the neck, “but are you really okay with this? I don’t want to think that we forced you into testing this out…” Raph’s eyes widened.

“No, it’s fine, really, those two were right anyway, I needed to get used to it now before I might need to use it later. Just don’t tell them I said that, their egos have already skyrocketed the past couple days…” Raph saw Mikey give a fond smile, his eyes closing again, humming softly as he turned to get comfy again.

“Hmm, think about how cool it’ll be to use this during fights or brother ball or-”

“Heh yeah, okay okay, still gotta get used to this whole thing for now… go get some sleep, you all need it…” Mikey just snuggled up against Raph’s neck. His little brother wanted to fight sleep but was losing that battle.

“You… first…” Raph’s eyes softened as the box turtle fell back asleep. After a few moments of peaceful quiet, he curled up slightly against all his brothers and finally joined the rest, rumbling softly and contently the entire time.

[rebelwhump]

Migraine

TV Show: Supernatural

Apologies for the lack of content lately. Hopefully, I’ll be back to writing for my OC’s soon. Until then, enjoy this emeto fanfic I found in my drafts and decided to finish.

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They were on the road, traveling to a hunt in Mississippi. They were still 500 miles out from their destination, a small town where 10 year old girls were mysteriously disappearing. Dean is blasting AC/DC from the car stereo, while playing pretend drums on the steering wheel.

“Can you turn it down, please?” Sam asks, his head throbbing with each beat of the drum. Dean rolls his eyes.

“You’re no fun,” he grunts, lowering the volume. When he turns a corner, the sun is shining directly in Sam’s eyes. He winces and closes them tightly.

“God, why is it so bright outside?” He asks, covering his face with his hands. There’s pressure building behind his eyes and the throbbing in his head is growing continually more intense. Dean spots his little brother out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?” He asks, taking quick glances over at Sam.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a headache.” He replies, rubbing his temples in a circular motion.

“I saw a sign a few miles back for a gas station. We’re probably about 15 minutes out. We can stop there and see if they have any aspirin, cause I’m pretty sure we used up all the pain meds after that ghoul hunt last week,” Dean explains.

Over the course of the next 15 minutes, the pain in his head grows from a dull ache to a sharp stabbing pain. His vision is distorted and blurry, and the movement of the car is making him nauseous. When they pull up to the gas station, Dean hops out of the Impala and goes to fill up the tank.

“I need to use the bathroom,” Sam mumbles as he slowly makes his way around the side of the building. The bathroom was filthy, with trash and various liquids covering the broken tiles on the floor. Sam bends over the sink and splashes cool water on his face, hoping to quell his upset stomach from rebelling. There’s a knock at the door.

“Sammy, you in there?” Dean asks. C’mon we gotta go, we’re losing daylight!” When he doesn’t respond, he tries the doorknob. Sam hadn’t even bothered to lock it. He finds his little brother hunching over the sink with water dripping from his hair. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t feel so good,” he replies, his mouth filling with saliva.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, trying to figure out what’s bothering him.

“My head’s killing me” he explains, letting out a sickly burp. “I feel like I might puke.” Dean walks over and places a comforting hand on his back.

“Just take some deep breaths,” He instructs. “Can I get you anything?” Sam shakes his head, trying to focus on keeping the food in his stomach. He can feel the bile rising in the back of his throat, hoping this nausea will pass without ending in actual vomiting. Seconds later, another belch erupts and pushes his stomach contents up and into the sink. When he pauses to take a breath, Dean tries to lead him over to the toilet. He makes it just in time before he starts to gag and another mouthful of bile spews into the bowl.

Dean glances over at his little brother, trying to gauge whether he is actually done or not. After a particularly loud gurgle from Sam’s stomach, the man shakes his head slightly.

“Give me a minute,” he whimpers.

“Take your time. I'm not going anywhere,” he says reassuringly. After a few more minutes of dry heaving, he turns to Dean.

“I think I’m done,” he says, grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wipe his nose and mouth.

“Let’s get you back to the car,” he says, holding Sam’s shoulders. At this point, the pain in his head is excruciating. They manage to make it out the bathroom door when the vertigo hits and the world starts to spin beneath his feet. Sam collapses to the ground. “What’s wrong, Sammy?”

“Ever’thin…spinning,” he mutters, pushing his head down between his knees and shutting his eyes tight. Dean kneels down next to him and rubs his back.

“Okay. I’m gonna go see if they have anything here to help,” he tells him. “I’ll be right back.”

Dean returns with a bottle of water, excedrin, and a plastic bucket. He’s seen his brother like this before, when he used to get migraines as a teenager, but it’s never been this bad. After swallowing two of the white tablets, they sit in the parking lot for another ten minutes until the vertigo lessens. Dean helps his brother to his feet and practically drags him back to the Impala. Sam crawls into the back seat so he can lay down, while Dean retrieves a pillow from the trunk to help make him more comfortable. He places the bucket next to Sam’s head.

“Try not to puke on Baby, okay? Just aim for the bucket,” he says, climbing into the driver's seat. “The gas station attendant said there’s a motel not far from here. We’ll stop there so you can get some rest.”

A few minutes into the ride and Sam’s stomach is already churning. To Dean’s delight, he manages to make it into the bucket.

After what feels like hours to Sam, they reach the motel. It’s definitely not the worst they’ve stayed in, but still pretty outdated. When they reach their room, Sam collapses onto the bed, burying his face into the musty pillow. Dean grabs one of the hand towels from the bathroom and runs it under cold water before placing it on the back of Sam’s neck.

“Thanks,” he whispers, the cool rag soothing the pain in his neck and head. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep for a few hours.

When he wakes, the migraine is still present and his vision distorted. He can hear the shower running in the bathroom. Sam attempts to sit up in bed, triggering a vertigo spell and causing his stomach to roll. He tries to get up and go to the bathroom, but he doesn’t make it in time and spews bile onto the matted maroon carpet. He leans against the end of the bed, coughing and trying to catch his breath as the bile burns his nose throat.

Shortly after, Dean appears in the bathroom doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Shit, Sammy!” He calls out, rushing to his side.

“M’ sorry. I tried to make it to the bathroom,” he admits, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Are you done or do you need me to help you to the bathroom?” He asks. Sam can’t help but feel embarrassed, like he’s a child who wet the bed and his brother is there to witness it. He’s getting so dizzy he can barely think straight. He tries to form words, but all that comes out is an incoherent mumbling. The concern on Dean’s face grows as he wraps his arms around his brother's torso and lifts him back onto the bed. Dean places another cold washcloth on Sam’s forehead.

“Just stay still and keep your eyes closed, it’ll be over soon,” he reassures him before spending the next ten minutes cleaning vomit out of the carpet.

Six hours later, a groggy Sam sits up in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Dean is hunched over the small wooden desk across from him, his laptop screen the only source of light in the room.

“What time is it?” He asks, fumbling with the mess of sheets on the bed.

“A little after midnight,” Dean replies, taking a swig of his beer as he turns around to face his brother. “Glad to see you’re awake. Feeling any better?” Sam takes a moment to reply, trying to access the current state of his body.

“Mhm,” he hums. “Headache is almost completely gone…stomach is still a bit sore.”

“All that puking will do that to ya,” Dean chuckles. “Seriously though, you had me worried man. I don’t remember the last time I had to clean puke out of a carpet.” Sam grimaces and looks down at the floor.

“Sorry about that,” he said sheepishly.

“Eh, you’ll pay me back one of these days,” he says. “If you’re feeling up to it, we should hit the road soon.”

“Yeah, okay. Lemme just take a quick shower and we can head out,” Sam replies, to which Dean just nods. He feels guilty, knowing that he’s the reason they had to stop and delay a lead on a potential case. He sends up a prayer that they get to their destination in time before another girl goes missing.

[kk095]

Samantha’s Asthma Attack

*good evening everyone! I know I haven't posted in awhile, so I hope you enjoy this one!*

Samantha was 35 years old with shoulder length light brown hair, greenish eyes that were normally behind a pair of glasses, was fair skinned, and had a more petite build. Samantha was the stereotypical 30-something workaholic: not married (but certainly married to her job), no children, and her hobbies were LinkedIn and climbing the corporate ladder. Even though Samantha had devoted her life to corporate America, she was still pretty cute and had plenty to offer the world outside the workplace.

And one thing she dealt with outside the workplace was asthma. Samantha had bad asthma since she was a kid- she even had to be hospitalized for it once when she was 7 years old. But since then, Samantha was always on top of her asthma, making sure an inhaler was within reach, and made it a point to take her meds and go to the doctor every now and then.

Because Samantha had dealt with asthma pretty much her whole life, she was no stranger to asthma attacks. But this most recent asthma attack was different, with Samantha ultimately ending up toe tagged and under a sheet in our emergency department. So how did this happen? Let’s start a couple hours before her death.

It was a busy Friday afternoon at the office for Samantha. She was trying her very best to cram in whatever work she could before the weekend began since her team had fallen a bit behind throughout the week. She was also stressed out about a big meeting with the Los Angeles office in a few weeks as well. Samantha sighed, “this stress is killing me.”, not realizing there would be a little bit of truth to those words.

Around 3:00, Samantha started to feel some tightness in her chest. She brushed it off- there was too much work to do, she’ll worry about it later. That tightness in chest had gotten worse, and she started to develop shortness of breath. Samantha realized that this was likely an asthma attack, so she grabbed her Albuterol inhaler from her purse and took a few quick, deep puffs. “that usually does the trick, I’ll be good in a few minutes.” She thought to herself. Approximately 20 minutes went by, but nothing changed. Samantha decided to take a few more puffs from her rescue inhaler. Several minutes passed, and nothing changed. Samantha was now a little worried, realizing the usual tricks didn’t work this time. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom and take a few of my pills. I’ll do that, finish my work, then go to urgent care on the way home.” She thought to herself.

Samantha got up out of her chair and immediately felt dizzy when she stood up. Before Samantha could take a step forward, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the floor. A coworker in a neighboring office heard the loud thud from Samantha fainting, so a coworker rushed over to see what was going on. Samantha’s coworker Jessica walks into the office, seeing Samantha passed out on the floor. “samantha?!” a concerned Jessica blurted out, scurrying over to Samantha’s aid. Jessica knelt down besides Samantha, tapping her shoulder and gently nudging her. “samantha? You ok?!” Jessica asked nervously. Samantha’s eyes slowly opened, and immediately looked at Jessica. “yeah… yeah, I’m ok. I just need to go to urgent care after work…” a groggy Samantha replied to Jessica. “no Sam, you need to go to the hospital. You just passed out on the floor!” a concerned Jessica pleaded. “it’s just an asthma attack. I’ve had a million of them before. I’m just gonna go to urgent care later and sleep this one off.” Samantha stubbornly replied, showing that she’s putting work over her own health. “well you’re going to the hospital, end of story!” Jessica took command of the situation, whipping out her phone and calling 911. “I’ll be fine Jessica. Let me finish my work and I’ll go to urgent care.” Samantha replied, almost annoyed. “you passed out! This isn’t just a regular asthma attack. You’re going to the ER.” Jessica replied, putting her foot down. Jessica had a gut feeling something was wrong, she just didn’t know the extent of it at that moment.

In the coming minutes, medics Stephanie and Tracy arrive at the office. “hi, I’m Stephanie and this is Tracy. Is it ok if you tell me a little bit about what happened?” Stephanie asks Samantha. “I’m fine…” Samantha replies, very breathy and winded, struggling to get the words out. “you sure sweetie? We got a call and your friend here seems very concerned.” Tracy replies, referencing Jessica. “Seriously… I’ll …be…ok…” Samantha replies in a hoarse voice, struggling to get the words out. “well, you seem to be having some trouble breathing. I’m just gonna take a listen to your heart and lungs, alright?” Stephanie says to Samantha. Medic Stephanie lowers her stethoscope onto Samantha’s chest and has a listen. “take a few deep breaths for me.” Stephanie says. Samantha struggles to take a full breath, but tries her very best. Stephanie can her wheezing, rattling, and a crackling/popping sound during lung auscultation. “Rales and wheezing. Let’s get a pulse ox and see where she’s at.” Stephanie tells Tracy. Medic Tracy takes a pulse oximeter and gently sticks it on Samantha’s left index finger. “pulse ox is 86 Steph.” Tracy called out once the reading became visible. “ok, set up an IV and get some corticosteroids going. I’ll get an O2 mask and a heart monitor on her. We definitely need to transport.” Stephanie replied, realizing things were a little more urgent. Samantha’s button down work shirt was taken off, only sparing her black bra. An IV was started a long with EKG electrodes being stuck onto her chest. Tracy started the bag of IV fluids and Stephanie put an O2 mask on the patient. Samantha was placed on the gurney in the upright position. She was shirtless, only a black bra on with EKG electrodes surrounding it, her black work pants were still on, and now Samantha was barefoot since she kicked her shoes off before hopping on the gurney. Samantha had taken her glasses off, and was holding the mask with her right hand, taking deeper breaths.

During transport, Samantha could feel the tightness in her chest getting worse and worse. “it’ll be ok. I’ll get through this. Then I’ll have all weekend to relax.” Samantha thought, trying to reassure herself. Samantha kept taking rapid, shallow breaths for the remainder of the ambulance ride. That air couldn’t get into her lungs fast enough. Her pulse oxygenation stayed in the mid 80s give or take, no matter what the medics did.

Upon arrival to the emergency department where our usual team waited, Tracy and Stephanie gave Dr Lindsay the rundown on Samantha’s condition. Her vitals in the ER were: pulse ox 84%, heart rate 52, BP 80/43. Dr Lindsay ran regular labs- BMP, CBC, and a tox screen. She upped the doses of the IV meds, and started Samantha on a nebulizer- basically an O2 mask that has certain medications the patient can breathe in. Samantha is still in the upright position on the trauma room table. She can see everyone scurrying around her, barking orders at one another over the coming minutes.

“Let’s get a chest x ray.” Dr Lindsay orders. Samantha is instructed to lean forward so the x ray plate can be placed behind her. Once the x ray was done, she leaned forward again and the x ray plate was removed. Dr Lindsay immediately looked at the monitor taking a quick glance at the radiograph’s results. “bronchial and tracheal wall thickening. There’s definitely a lot of swelling in there. Page respiratory, I’m not liking this. The swelling should’ve gone down a little and her vital signs should’ve improved by now. Let’s keep these meds going, ok?” Dr Lindsay said to the rest of the team in an urgent, concerned tone. Samantha’s breathing started to worsen as well. She was upright, leaning forward, gasping for air at this point. You could see the muscles in her neck and chest working with all their might to pull in the little bit of air it could. Samantha’s eyes were wide open, and she became a bit teary eyed. She’s experienced asthma attacks before, but this was something entirely different, and fear began to set in. “get respiratory down here now! We might need to intubate and get her in a vent!” Lindsay shouted. “intu…? Intubate…?” a teary eyed Samantha asked nurse heather. “we might need to put a tube down your throat to help you breathe, alright?” nurse heather replied. “a tube down my throat?! That’s never happened before.” Samantha thought to herself. “am I… am I… gonna… die?” a terrified Samantha asked, trying her very best to force the words out. “we’re gonna do everything we can sweetie.” Nurse Nancy replies, grabbing Samantha’s hand for a moment.

Samantha has had plenty of asthma attacks throughout her life, but this was a completely different animal. Even the ER doctor’s meds and usual tricks weren’t working. “oh man. It’s gonna be ok. It’s gonna ok. We’ll get through this. It’ll be fine.” Samantha thought, desperately trying to reassure herself. The bed was lowered from the upright position, and now Samantha found herself looking up. The heart monitors were chirping louder and faster, and the scene around her became more hectic. “get me an intubation tray! Push 250cc’s of normal saline, let’s see if we can buy her a little time!” dr Lindsay shouted. A laryngoscope was placed into Samantha’s mouth while she was still awake. Tears rolled down her face while Dr Lindsay took a look. “airway is swollen, this might be a tricky intubation. Get me a 7.0 ET. Push succs and etomidate, I need to get this airway secured ASAP.” The Dr barked out. The meds were pushed, and Samantha began to feel a bit groggy. She tried her best to fight it, but she quickly became sedated.

The intubation was tricky for Dr Lindsay. Samantha’s airway was so red, swollen, and narrow. “damn it, can’t get the tube in. Get me a smaller tube please…” Dr Lindsay asked. A smaller ET tube was handed to Lindsay, and she tried again with the smaller tube. Once again, Dr Lindsay just couldn’t navigate the breathing tube into the airway of the patient. “crap. I can’t get this tube in. I need to trach her.” Dr Lindsay called out, shaking her head a bit. But that had to be put on pause for a moment- Samantha became pulseless, with PEA displaying on the monitors. Nurse heather snipped off Samantha’s bra, revealing her perky B cup breasts. Nurse Nancy began delivering deep, strong chest compressions on the petite 35 year old. Samantha’s chest caved in, recoiling back to it’s normal position. Meds were pushed intravenously in an attempt to obtain a shockable rhythm. The compressions nurse Nancy were performing allowed for good perfusion, inducing a certain level of consciousness from Samantha. The patient’s eyes opened halfway, scanning the room a bit. Samantha could see Nancy right above her. She looked down and saw Nancy pumping away at her chest. A tear rolled down Samantha’s face. She tried to utter the words “help me”, but she was too weak to get the words out. The sedation was re-upped on Samantha so Lindsay could perform the tracheostomy, otherwise it would’ve been quite painful for Samantha since she was semi conscious. When the sedation kicked in, Samantha’s eyes remained open, completely glazed over, staring upwards into the abyss. The front part of the patient’s neck was slashed with betadine. Lindsay picked up the scalpel and made a 2cm horizontal incision below the cricothyroid cartilage. The underlying tissue was incised carefully, and the anatomy was carefully looked for a brief moment since there are a lot of structures in the neck that you absolutely want to avoid with sharp objects. Next, the trachea was identified, and a horizontal cut was made in one of the tracheal rings, creating an opening in the airway. A little bit of air hissed after the cut was made. Lindsay then grabbed the tracheostomy tube and began inserting it. The airway was still swollen, but Lindsay was able to make it work and secure the cute 35 year old’s airway. The tracheostomy tube was secured with a cuff, and an ambu bag was attached. Nancy continued CPR while Heather bagged.

Post tracheostomy, Samantha remained in PEA. At the 4 minute mark of the code, a 2nd dose of epi and atropine were pushed intravenously hoping to either restart her heart or obtain a shockable rhythm. Nancy had grown tired from performing CPR, so her and Heather swapped places. Heather lowered her gloved hands with interlocked fingers onto Samantha’s bruised, pale chest and began pumping away. Heather delivered deep, fast chest compressions. Samantha’s head bobbed and lolled around in sync with the compressions while her lifeless green eyes remained open. This 2nd dose of meds failed to produce a shockable rhythm, so another dose of meds were pushed into the IV line.

Finally, at the 11 minute mark of the code, a shockable rhythm was obtained by the team. The orange defib stickies were placed onto her bare chest, and the paddles were charged. “charging to 250. Everyone….CLEAR!” Dr Lindsay called out while the nurses backed away. Samanthas’s body jolted sharply in response to the shock, but v-fib remained on the monitors. A cycle of chest compressions and ambu bagging were performed, and a 300j shock was the delivered. KA-THUNK. Samantha’s body bent all out of shape from the 2nd shock. But just like before, v-fib was still on the monitors. The next shock was delivered shortly thereafter at 360j. This shock caused her feet to kick up above the table, then slam back down a moment later, showing off the cute, soft wrinkles in the soles of her size 7 feet. “still nothing, charging to 360 again.” Dr Lindsay called out. The whirring of the paddles was heard as the machine did its thing. The defibs were pressed back up against the patient’s chest, and shock #4 was sent into her heart. Samanthas’s back arched a bit and her chest shot up, before falling limp a moment later. “PEA, resuming compressions.” Nurse heather immediately spotted while taking a look at the monitors.

Heather had performed multiple cycles of CPR on Samantha, and the team pushed another round of drugs to no avail. Nurse Nancy had decided to swap in to give Heather a break while Dr Lindsay pushed the next round of meds. Samantha looked ghastly pale, the color in her lips were fading with a purplish tinge starting to take hold. Nancy could feel how cold Samantha’s body was becoming even through her gloved hands. It wasn’t looking good, but it wasn’t time to give up just yet.

At the 23 minute mark of the code, Samantha converted back to v-fib. The paddles were recharged to 360j, and the next shock was delivered once everyone backed away. The jolt of electricity made Samantha’s toes curl, showing off the wrinkles throughout her cute soles once again, as well as the pink nail polish on her toes. “still nothing, hitting her again at 360.” Lindsay called out to everyone else. THUMP. Samantha’s lifeless body shuddered in response to the shock, but v-fib was still skipping across the monitors. Dr Lindsay shocked Samantha again…and again…and again…AND AGAIN, but v-fib was still displaying. “down 32 minutes, pupils fixed and dilated.” Nurse Nancy announced, shaking her head.

There was a brief pause, and an eerie silence took over the room. Dr Lindsay sighed, then looked over at the clock. “time of death, 16:54.” She uttered in a defeated tone, placing the defibs back on the crash cart before ripping off her latex gloves. The beeping, chirping monitors were switched off and the ambu bag was detached. The EKG electrodes and orange defib pads were plucked off. Samantha’s eyes were gently shut for the final time, and her body was covered, only leaving her feet poking out at the far end of the table. A toe tag was filled out and placed on the big toe of Samantha’s left foot, bringing a sad, and sudden end to her story.

[ariicandy]

╭・Being Miles’ Younger Sibling !! PT.2

Pt 2 cause I still got some more in mind 😜😜 gonna do e-42 miles soon but as usual,

Grammar mistakes are here I apologize !!

︎ㅤ︎ㅤ❥︎ ┈ whenever you guys are calling late at night and he is on patrol, the call will either randomly end because he ran into a building/poll or u hear him run into the poll/building with an “ow”. Best assure he WILL need the best phone case && screen protector.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ he’s probably those siblings that randomly go to your room and dont say anything. It might be annoying but to him, it just makes him glad you’re okay and no one/nothing is going to hurt you when he’s around.

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ nicknames he call you are probably like bro, a shorten version of your name(example bri for brianna, Nicky for Nicolas or Danny etc etc.) and sometimes just do a “HEY” depending on context like he’s gonna show you something he thinks is cool or interesting.

❥︎ ┈ if you share a talent you and miles are both good at like a subject in school, best believe you guys will share test scores and brag who got the highest. A small competition of whoever gets the highest scores gets to go get their favorite snack,food, or dessert while the other has to pay for it. If you both got the same scores then no one gets a treat! But miles being the big sweet brother he is, buys you something to celebrate!!

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If miles had to save you when he was fighting, he was panicking. He ran over to you after knocking the villain checking if you are okay or have any injuries. Reassure him you’re okay and he’ll finally calm down that nothing hurts or have any bruises on you. Just know he’ll talk about it a LOT.

❥︎ ┈ alternate version of miles saving you but you got Injured(badly or not really your choice!) miles would be running to the hospital and be the first person to show up next to you, even before your parents. They try to calm miles down while he is scared and anxious waiting for your surgery to be done and well(if you chose very bad injury)

or they still try to calm him down a bit in the room with you even tho it wasn’t too serious serious.(not very bad choice)

Either one, miles would still be terrified and panicky because he was suppose to keep you safe as your older brother and as spiderman to his advantage. His heart can finally rest knowing you can leave, best assure he’ll give you the biggest hug and never want to let go.

Mama Morales: “Miles that’s enough let [name] have some space and air.”

Miles: “noo one more minute :((“

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He’ll probably use the excuse of saving you that time JUST SO you don’t go out alone. He definitely got a bit more anxiety and paranoid whenever you come just a little late home. you- “okay ima head out for a bit!” miles - “Let me go with you [n/n]!” you- “Miles I’ll be fine-“ Miles- “But remember last time I wasn’t with you :((“ You end up having miles next to the whole time you went out

ㅤ❥︎ ┈ If the spot killing you because of “what he did to him” and spot destroying his life being his canon event, miles would never get over it and never forgive himself. I would rather disturb this canon event thing just to save your life even if it means he’ll lose his dad or his mom. He can’t lose Someone who was there for him day 1 or even later on he didn’t tell you day 1, he barley has anyone to talk to about this and his own sibling having to be that sacrifice?? He would rather let this dimension collapse with him or break every possible canon event that evolves around you dying than actually really happening. ㅤ❥︎ ┈ He has had nightmares about you or your parents(Mr. & Mrs. Morales) dying from him failing to save any of you by not trying to do both, saving everyone and saving one person close to you. ( see what I did there😜) whenever he has these nightmares he will go check up any of you by opening the door quietly and slowly to not make noise that’ll wake you up. It calms him down seeing you just peacefully sleeping undisturb by the world.

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 4 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

"Mi-na." 

I let out a deep breath before turning around. I was met with some teary and shocked eyes. I walked away from the door to take a better look at them. 

"Hey," I whisper giving them a small smile. 

Before I could say something else Ji-su had pulled me into her embrace. I was frozen for a second, but quickly wrapped my arms around her. 

"I thought you were gone for good!" I felt some tears fall down my neck when she spoke. 

I let out a deep breath rubbing her back. 

"You won't get rid of me that easily." 

She let out a chuckle before pulling away smiling. 

"Noona!" Ji-su moved to the side and Yeong-su and Su-yeong came hugging me tightly. 

"Hey, guys! You two were so brave out there!" I said wrapping my arms around them. 

They both were crying hanging onto me tightly. I don't know what they have been through when I was gone, but they all looked exhausted and pale. 

"You're such an idiot." I look up seeing Eun-yu looking at me with and angry look. 

There were tears in her eyes, but I also knew that she was angry. I pulled away from the kids before walking up to her. 

"Eun-" 

Before I could finish her hand collided with my cheek. 

"Eun-yu! What the hell!" I hear Ji-su yell walking over to us. 

I grabbed Ji-su's shoulder pulling her back. 

"It's okay," I reassured her with a smile. 

Turning back to Eun-yu I saw her breathing heavily with tears in her eyes. 

"Do you want to tell me something else? Now is your chance." 

Her whole body was shaking. 

"Why are you so stupid?! Every time you do things like that you can die! You almost did! Even now just a few minutes ago you again risked your life for someone else! Don't you care about others and how they will feel when you get hurt or die?! Why are you being so selfish?!" She pushed against my shoulders, but I had a firm hold on the ground. 

"Why would you do that huh?! Don't you know you are leaving people behind who care about you?! Do you want us to be alone?!"

 One after another she pushed me, but just like before I didn't make me move. 

"How can you do that?! How can you just leave me like that huh?!" Her screams had turned into sobs and soon she collapsed against me. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper wrapping my arms around her. 

"I have nobody. You and Eun-hyuk are the only ones I have left and you would have left me both." I nodded my head knowing now that Eun-hyuk had left them for sure.

Even Hyun-su wasn't here. 

With everything that had happened in the last few minutes, I hadn't noticed that they weren't there. 

"I'm sorry." 

She pulled away quickly whipping away the tears. 

"I'm truly sorry, but I had to do it. More people would have died if I hadn't stopped Hyun-su back then. I also know that Hyun-su could not have lived with himself if he would have hurt or killed everyone." I looked at everyone hoping they understood what I was saying. 

"I don't know how long I have been out, so please tell me everything that happened after I was gone." 

I couldn't believe what they were telling me. Everything when to shit after I was gone. The building crumbling down, Hyun-su gave himself over to the soldiers, and Eun-hyuk stayed behind to protect the others. I wish I was there to stop them or to help them. Now, we are all separate or dead. 

"Now, he's taking us to a shelter where it's safe," Ji-su explained pointing at the soldier who was driving the bus. 

I wanted to laugh at the word safe. 

Nowhere is ever going to be safe. Everyone can turn at any second and those soldiers will not hesitate to kill anyone. I know that if they gonna see me they will try to kill me or send me to be experimented on. They could even hurt anyone here on the bus if they found out they were hiding me. 

No, I can't risk that. 

 Besides, I want to find Hyun-su. 

If he got captured by those soldiers then he is in danger. 

"Stop the bus," I said standing up from my seat. 

"What! Mi-na?!" I hear Eun-yu yell behind me. 

"Stop the bus I need to get off." I stood next to the soldier making him look at me before looking back at the road. 

"I can't." He simply answers. 

I grabbed the knife from his pants pocket before holding it to his throat. 

"Stop now or I'll make you." 

"Mi-na! What are you doing?!" Ji-su said from behind me. 

"You don't want to hurt the people in here, so you won't hurt me." The soldier said still not stopping.

I push the knife closer to his skin drawing some blood. 

"That's why I need to get out. You're taking them to a shelter. You know what I am, so you know there is no place for me there. I won't risk them getting hurt for knowing me." The soldier looked at me for a second time before looking back at the road so that we wouldn't crash into something. 

"You can't take them to the shelter safely, but you have to let me out first. I trust you will protect them until you reach it." Without saying anything he stopped the bus after a few seconds thinking about what I said. 

I opened the door and walked off the bus. 

"Mi-na! Wait Mi-na!" Eun-yu grabbed my arm pulling me back. 

"You can't just leave again!" 

I gently pulled my arm out of her grip. 

"I can't go with you guys. The moment they know what I am they will take me and who knows what they will do to you guys for knowing I was a special infectie." Ji-su, the soldier, and some others had also left the bus. 

"They won't know! You can't just go again?! Where even would you go? It's not safe out here not even for you! Please come with us." I shook my head. 

"I can't. You all would be in danger. Just asked him what they do to people being suspected of being infected." I said nodding my head at the soldier. 

"It doesn't matter! You're stronger than any of them. You can easily take them." Eun-yu argued back not wanting me to go. 

"I doubt I can take them down if they shoot me with their guns. I can only take so much before I pass out. I won’t die from them, but I can't keep fighting when bullets keep raining into my body." I explained hoping she would understand. 

"I'm sorry, I wish I could stay with you guys, but it's better if you go to the shelter." I explain again putting my hand on her shoulder. 

But I’m talking to Eun-yu and she won’t go down without a fight. 

"We aren't safe there! Anyone can turn any second and even if we are not infected they will kill us!  I have seen it with my own eyes. If we show a little bit of signs of turning they will kill us. Some soldiers a mental!" 

I’m happy I’m not the only one who thinks that a shelter isn’t completely safe. 

"Not all." I said looking at the soldier before looking back at her. 

"You have each other. Stay together and you will be okay." Eun-yu let out a huff still not wanting to give up. 

"Besides, I want to find Hyun-su and your brother. If Hyun-su is with those soldiers…." I trail off not wanting to think about the things they will do to him. 

Everyone would be so desperate to find a cure that they wouldn’t care what would happen to those people. 

"How are you sure that my brother hasn't turned completely?" Eun-yu asked. 

"I don't, but I also know what it is to turn and to fight it. Eun-hyuk is strong enough to do so I know it. Also if I don't see him with my own eyes I don't believe he is fully turned." I try to reassure her that Eun-hyuk is strong. 

"How are you even going to find Hyun-su? I can only imagine that the place he's at is heavily guarded. Even for someone like you, it would be difficult." Ji-su spoke up walking closer. 

"I don't know, but my best bet is those red flyers that are lying around." I said with a sigh knowing that it would be hard to find him let alone getting in there. 

“Don’t you know anything?” Ji-su asked the soldier who looked like he knew something but was debating to tell me. 

I couldn’t blame him. His working for the military who’s guarding that place with their lives to find a cure for this thing. It would be a betrayal if he would tell me knowing I’m planning on breaking in and getting someone out. 

“I…I.” He started, but I quickly stopped him. 

“It’s okay. Your loyalty lies with the military. I get why you don’t want to tell me anything. You don’t owe us anything to even help us. So it’s okay.” 

Eun-yu was ready to argue with me, but I quickly stopped her. "I'll figure something out. Don't worry about me. For now, you all need to go to the shelter and be safe there." 

I could tell she wasn’t happy, but I understood the soldier and he seemed to be a good guy who wanted to take them to safety. Heck, he even risked his life back there when the monsters attacked us. 

A selfish person would have walked away from that, but he stood his ground and fought back. 

“I hear about a place, , but I don’t know where it is or what is happening there. It’s surrounded by water that much I know. I’m not high enough in the ranks to know that much, but there were rumors about that place. Your best bet is there if you want to find the person you’re looking for.” The soldier said suddenly surprising us all. 

It was really brave of him to tell me anything. If anyone would fine out he helped a monster he could be banished or worse killed.

“Thank you.” 

He nodded his head at me before giving me a warning. “You’re going to have a hard time getting in. Let alone getting out. There is a chance they will kill you the moment they see you and if they find out what you are there is a chance you will be locked up as well.” 

I know the risks. 

But I also know that I have to try to get Hyun-su out. There is no doubt in me that he wouldn’t do the same for me if I was captured. 

“I know. Please take them to safety for me.” Again the soldier nodded his head. 

My eyes scanned everyone and it was hard not to cry. This could be the last time I see them. I already cheated dead once I don’t know if I can do that again. Giving them one last smile I was about to turn around to go, but Eun-yu grabbed my arm again. 

"Eun-yu plea-" Before I could finish my sentence she pulled me in a hug. 

A small smile came on my face before I hugged her back. 

"Be careful." She whispers before pulling away. I nodded my head. 

"I will and please don't do something stupid again like you just did. Don't let the other's deaths go in vain." She nodded her head. 

I look at the others giving them all a smile. 

"I know that you all can survive. We all have been through shit, but we managed to survive. So don't give up now." I have no idea if I ever am going to see any of them again, but I hope they all will survive. 

"We will. Just take care of yourself and be careful." Ji-su said with a smile, making me nod. 

With tears in her eyes, she quickly pulls me in a hug. 

“You better come back when you find those two. You still have to listen to that song I made.” 

Hugging her back tightly I let out a little laugh. 

“I will.” I promised pulling away trying not to cry. 

I didn’t want to say goodbye to them. 

It felt just as awful like when I had to say goodbye to Miles and Ace, but I know that I don't have any other choice. 

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[oh-mother-fucket]

*..STARS..*

A fic in which Hank has a hyperfixation.

Featuring: Hank, Hank's illiteracy, 2BDamned, and Deimos

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If you looked up at a Nevadean night sky, you wouldn’t see stars. No one really knew what a star was, at least outside of the five-pointed ones that went on the doors of the Slaughter Time contestants’ rooms.

No, instead of stars, you’d see a big black void. That’s it. Depending on the time of night, it might be more red, but it wouldn’t change besides that.

When Hank was little– about five or six– he was told that once upon a time, there were tiny pinpricks of glittering light speckled across the night sky. They used to believe it, until he turned fifteen and had bigger things to worry about.

Hank didn’t think about those old myths anymore. They were about as inconsequential to them as Santa Claus would be to a middle-aged childless man. After all, Hank had things to do, fun to have, people to kill. No time to waste on an old wives’ tale.

It was nighttime when 2BDAMNED sent Hank a text. Hank was staring up at the sky, so he didn’t notice he was getting messages until they realized their phone was buzzing. They looked at the previews on his screen. 

“Wimbleton,” the latest one read, “call me now.”

More than a tad amused at the order, Hank scoffed. He looked back up at the sky.

Nothing. Like always. Hank could pretend that he saw glints of light from the darkness above, but pretending could only get him so far.

Their phone began to ring. Chuckling, they picked it up and hit “answer”.

“Hank J. Wimbleton, you’d best have a good reason for not–”

“Sky.” Hank shrugged. “Lookin’.” He didn’t feel like talking much, and in any case, he knew his short answer would piss Doc off– which was their goal.

A loud sigh from Doc. “And I thought I was hard to deal with…” A short pause before he started talking again. “Deimos is asking me about shit I think you’d know about. He’ll probably be blowing up your phone once he gets home.”

Hank tensed up, irritation seeping into them. “Not gonna,” he growled lowly. They hung up the phone and went back to looking at the sky.

…The phone rang again.

Goddamnit. Hank picked it up. “Not gonna.”

“Wimbleton, hang up on me again and I’ll rearrange your teeth.” Doc sighed. “I know he can be… difficult to deal with, for someone like you.”

Hank scoffed. “To say the least,” he remarked.

“Uh-huh, yeah, whatever. I don’t care anymore. Just answer his questions or you’ll be receiving an extra knuckle, and not in the mail.” Doc hung up, leaving Hank in silence again.

If there was anyone, anyone at all that Hank would say he had strong negative feelings about– well, it would be Tricky, but Deimos came in close second.

Just the way he was ticked Hank off. That dumbass outfit, his fidgety nature, his raspy voice–

Ugh. Made Hank pissed just thinking about it.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and went inside. The building was attached to several others– an apartment complex, was it called? Hank preferred the term “chain house”.

The interior looked nothing like the exterior. Shockingly, Hank had put in the effort to spruce up the place ever since he claimed it as his hiding place. It didn’t have a carpet– Hank couldn’t afford one– but it did have a red rug in the living room. 

They collapsed onto the beat-up couch and sighed. Deimos would call any minute now, and Hank was dreading it.

Any minute now…

Bzzt. There it was.

Hank picked up the phone, and was immediately greeted by Deimos’s voice. “Hey Hank! Had some questions I thought you might like to answer.” The man laughed. Hank could practically smell his smoky breath.

“Hit me.” Hank leaned back, getting comfy on the couch. Knowing Deimos, this would be a while. He took off his goggles, putting them on the coffee table.

Deimos chuckled. “Thanks, pal! Knew you’d let me bother ya.”

A scoff escaped from Hank. Let you? Yeah, whatever makes you happy.

“So, like, you’re old,” Deimos began. “You ever seen stars?”

What a strange question. “Not sure what my age has to do with my propensity to get lightheaded,” Hank replied curtly. He brought his finger to the “end call” button, but stopped when Deimos clarified.

“I meant like, in the sky. You ever see those?”

Hank paused. He hadn’t thought about stars… in a long time. “Haven’t.” He hung up.

The phone started ringing again soon after, but Hank tried to ignore it. What made him curious about stars? Hank wondered. It’s not like Deimos was ever interested in anything that wasn’t guns or eating or pissing him off. How strange of him to ask about that.

Stars weren’t ever something Hank could remember dwelling on. Maybe when he was first told about them, he might have obsessed a bit, but they couldn’t recall.

The phone stopped ringing after a few minutes, but Hank’s head was still buzzing. Stars. I wonder if they ever did exist. They laid back on the couch, trying to ignore the thought. It wasn’t important, and besides, Deimos would forget in a few hours. And so would they, hopefully.

~ ~ ~

The sound of metal tearing through flesh was like music to Hank’s ears, a brief reprieve from thoughts about that old myth.

Gunshots sounded through the room. “Heads up!” Cried Deimos, a bit late. Hank ducked just in time to get the top of his head grazed by a bullet, and one lodged itself in his shoulder. They hissed in pain, ignoring the thump of the bodies in front of him and snapping his head to glare daggers at Deimos.

Deimos merely chuckled. “Be faster next time!” he exclaimed. He ran past Hank and grabbed one of the agents the pair were slaughtering, pulling them close and shooting them point blank in the face.

Rolling his eyes in irritation, Hank stood up and turned to take care of the remaining agents on his side of the room. He pounced on one, beating their face into a pulp, until he was grabbed by another agent. 

They growled, falling limp and forcing the agent to buckle under their dead weight, then got up and stomped the agent’s head in. He grabbed a knife off the agent and pounced again, tackling a nearby agent and slitting their throat.

If Hank could still smile, he would probably laugh.

He nearly jumped feeling someone grab their arm, and reached around to throw the person over their shoulder. “Yeowch!” Deimos yelped, hitting the ground hard. Hank chuckled as Deimos got up, glaring. “Dude, it’s just me!”

“Serves you right,” Hank replied. Deimos flipped them off with a scowl.

Hank looked around, surveying the carnage. Not a single agent even twitched. He sighed, the adrenaline slowly wearing off and giving way to exhaustion. Their chest heaving, they began to walk to the door.

Deimos sprinted up to them, grabbing their arm. “Woah woah woah man, we can’t leave yet!” He tried to tug Hank back, but they refused to budge. Deimos sighed. “We gotta double tap! Y’know… make sure everyone’s dead and that.”

Oh, right. How did Hank forget that? He’s normally eager to do a second sweep for survivors. They shook their head. Probably won’t happen again.

They yanked Deimos’s gun from him– briefly admiring the make, it looked well cared for– and started firing at the corpses with total abandon. 

Blood spurted from the bullet wounds, but not a soul cried out. A shame, really.

“There,” said Hank. For some reason, he didn’t feel the same satisfaction they usually did. Maybe something was weighing on their mind.

… Something like stars.

God damn it. There it is again. They’d been thinking about those damn things all week, and Deimos had been pestering him about it near-constantly through text. He’d hoped that this mission would get his mind off it, but alas, that appeared not to be the case.

“Yo, Nevada to Hank, you there?”

Hank stiffened, suddenly noticing that Deimos was waving his hand in front of them. Hank shoved Deimos, a bit irritated. “Next room. You.” He dropped the gun into Deimos’s arms and went to lean against the wall, much to the smaller man’s confusion.

Deimos stood silent, flabbergasted for a few moments. “Seriously?” he finally exclaimed. “Yer normally all over this, dude!”

A simple shrug was Hank’s response. He hoped Deimos would drop it and leave to check the rest of the facility. Hank just wanted to be alone with their thoughts, for once.

Deimos growled. “You better not be plannin’ on leavin’ the whole rest o’ the place t’ me!” He took a step towards Hank, teeth bared. Hank stared.

The two stood silently, glaring daggers at each other for a few minutes. The tension was thick. If it were a person, Hank would have a hard time cutting it.

Finally, Hank decided to make a move. They reckoned that if they didn’t, Deimos would just stand there forever. Probably start whining at them too.

Hank unsheathed a knife he kept in a case on his back– it was a huge hunting knife, almost as big as a particularly small sword. He held it up at Deimos threateningly. “Go clear.”

The threat was obvious– and Deimos was keenly aware that Hank wasn’t bluffing. With an angry grumble, Deimos left the room.

Leaving Hank alone to think.

He wondered if he ever made drawings of stars, when he was little. He knew he’d never be able to retrieve any drawings, if they existed– he couldn’t remember bringing anything but what he was wearing at the time when he left Nexus City. 

Maybe he could make some drawings later today, when he got home… but Deimos would question him if he brought paper with him into the car, and besides, he didn’t have any crayons. He’d probably break them anyway.

Briefly, he pondered if stars ever existed. Maybe they didn’t. Maybe it was just a myth parents told children to keep them from losing hope or something. 

They probably didn’t exist, actually. Hank growled to himself. This is so stupid. They got up and made their way outside.

The thought was still in the back of his mind though, and for a small moment, he considered looking upwards. Perhaps tonight, they’d see a sky full of stars.

What a stupid thought. They shook their head and walked to the car, getting in the passenger seat to wait for Deimos.

A tiny bright dot glittered overhead.

~ ~ ~

So, it turns out, leaving your partner to do all the work was not a good idea.

Hank could hear Deimos’s snarling and whining pretty clearly even through the walls. The guy was loud.

Doc had run out of anesthesia, so he was using booze to keep Deimos suppressed. It wasn’t working very well. 

Deimos had probably run through the group’s only supply of beer by now– and if he hadn’t, it was probably because Doc had given up on trying to get the guy to pass out.

The shouting made Hank cover his ears. God, this was the worst.

He tried to let his mind wander, wanting to distract himself from the annoying ruckus.

And what better thought to think of than stars?

Hank was convinced at this point that stars were cursing him. Hell, he couldn’t even look at the sky without swearing he saw something glimmer! 

But he’d take thoughts of stars over Deimos screaming any day.

Were stars really that tiny? Maybe they were, and they were just really bright. Sort of like how a lightbulb in a dark room can still be seen from far away.

Maybe they were really hot, too. Making light for so long makes heat– Hank knew that much. If they were hot, they’d probably warm up Nevada super hot every night. But that didn’t make sense… maybe stars were actually super far away. Maybe there weren’t that many. Maybe he should write this down so he doesn’t end up thinking about this tangent again…

Hank got up from the couch and went to Doc’s room, grabbing a notepad. He tore out all the pages that had writing on them and grabbed a pen.

wat i no abowt stars

brit

smal maybe

hot

He paused. Was that it? He quickly scribbled one more thing down.

sparkly

Yeah, this all sounded about right. They stuffed the notepad in their pocket and went back to the couch. The loud pained noises had died down a bit, so they didn’t feel the need to cover their ears. Hopefully Doc was almost done, and hopefully the impending lecture wouldn’t be too long.

About an hour later, Hank realized that he was napping. Oops. He sat up and stretched, then paused.

There was a blanket draped over them. They quirked their head. Did Doc do that? Probably. It wasn’t like Deimos would, after all.

Hank threw off the blanket and looked around. He was surprised Doc hadn’t woken them up for a stern talking-to. Maybe the guy was busy. Not like Hank cared. If anything, this was just a chance for Hank to leave. Maybe he should’ve done that when Doc was working on Deimos, but whatever.

When Hank left Doc’s place through the hatch on the living room ceiling, they couldn’t help but look up. This was pretty normal– Hank tended to look where they were going, which in this case, was up. What wasn’t normal was what they saw.

Tiny pinpricks of light flickered in and out of vision, twinkling like… 

Like stars.

There weren’t many in the sky, just ten or maybe twenty. But the way Hank was enraptured with them, you’d think the sky was full of them.

Hank just stood there, his head poking out of the open hatch, staring at the sky. He wondered if the stars were marveling at the earth, too.

With his hands shaking wildly, Hank crawled out of Doc’s bunker. They laid down on the ground, staring up at the stars. He wished so badly that he could smile.

The air around them was surprisingly cool. I guess stars aren’t that hot after all. Of course, they didn’t mind. 

It was hard to stay still, if their trembling hands was any indication. They wanted so badly to jump to their feet, to run around, to tear at something– but he felt like if he looked away, the stars wouldn’t be there when he looked back. He didn’t want to risk it.

Hank’s mind was racing– they really couldn’t help it. Here he was, laying under the stars… it was hard to believe. There were so many thoughts in his head. Is this a normal amount of stars? It’s so cool out– they must not make heat. I wonder how they light up… are they just so far away that I can’t feel the heat?

For a few minutes, he didn’t notice that the stars had begun to dim. But if there were twenty before, there must have been only fourteen now. I have to take a picture!

He took out his phone and quickly opened the camera. He stared. The stars didn’t look the same through the phone, but Hank didn’t want to waste time going to get an actual camera.

Click.

There it was. The stars, immortalized forever on Hank’s shitty phone.

Hank looked back at the sky, where only a few stars remained. They put down their phone and let his arms rest at his sides, watching as the stars faded into blackness.

[digitalfootprinthider]

Best friends, right?

Levi Ackerman x reader (not really that romantic but the intent was there lmao)

+ no pronouns for reader

after fighting side by side with Levi for so long you finally develop a small connection

i literally never wrote anything before thisss nfhjsckladc I more than appreciate if you read this and give me your thoughts :) and sorry for spelling errors- English is not my first language

An expedition always came with massive losses. This one was no exception, but personal deaths were always horrifying. I was, along with every squad captain no stranger to those ether. Seeing someone losing their entire team is horrible. The survivors guilt, the what ifs and the spiraling.

But as a captain i know its our responsibility to be strong and caring towards our squad- or what’s remained of them. they all died. I want to convince myself that they died fast and didn’t feel that much pain, or they died for a good course, but right now they all feel like lies. Telling their families is always the hardest thing i have to do.

‘Stop. You can do this hysteria later,’ I mumble to myself as i force my head away from my dead cadet and slap myself to take control of it again. We’re still in the middle of this mission, and a few dead friends should never stop me from completing my task.

we are in the outer space of wall Maria trying to manage the make best of the situation, if that's even possible right now. titans-or a human, the hole doesn't look like a titan has done it- crushed the walls so now the other ones are getting in. The view is disturbing to say the least. Dead all around, the ones there is no way saving are screaming with all that's left in them and who knows how many are still in there- I have to remind myself again to shut these out, i can worry about it later, for now there is only one thing to do-

kill as many of these assholes as possible. I jump from the rooftop into the endless titans, leaving my cadet’s body. I slash a titans nape with one fast blow and move onto my next victim. I see a cadet struggling to deal with an abnormal so i join in. At least i can save them.

‘Where is the rest of your team? You shouldn't be alone.’ I ask her after swiftly handling the situation. In the back of my mind I'm hoping that the answer wouldn’t be death, just in case i put on a poker face.

‘umm thanks for the help’ She said visibly distressed. Judging by that reaction it was her first expedition, poor girl getting her first real experience with this is not gonna do her much good. I try to give her a reassuring look but that's not my forte.

‘I just saw them over there’ she points with her head but its shaking so much its hard to get anything out of it. ’Ill go join them. Again thanks for the help.’ She swings away. I do the same.

after that, my body is on auto mode. Swing, neck, swing legs, wing neck, repeat. There was no strength left in me and i just wanted to stop for a minute but if i would i knew couldn't get up again. So much of that color code Hange made was in the air one can hardly see through it but it’s not stopping anyone. We all know how much is depending on us clearing out the space while the other can flee.

Suddenly i hear a loud noise. I finish with my current victim and go up to the walls to inspect. It was the signal that meant the fight was over. I desperately wanted to find the my te-it will take some time to really realize they are no more. My knees buckle but i keep myself standing. If don't sit down soon my body will collapse.

Next to the wall was a quickly build station we did on all expeditions. I just sat down on a bench in front of one of the main huts next to a cadet with their face in their hands. As i look around i see people eather crying, hugging each other and barley moving a muscle from still being in shock. The adrenalin was wearing off and they just realizing the losses, the same happening to me.

Some liquid is dripping down into my eyes from my head. Its weird because Titan blood should’ve went away by now, and i didn't have any head injuries. That is when it hit me. It was their blood. my squad is dead. Again. Every close friend i have- had, is getting ripped to shreds in the walls while i sit on a little bench. I take a closer look at the man next to me and realize its captain Ackerman. We probably look the same now: bruised, uniforms tainted by blood that's not ours, and ripped in a few places and hints of dirt and colors from the flares.

We literally never talked, but became cadets then captain around the same. For a few years we even shared a squad. We were in the same room most of our carrier. We are both closed off so we never got deeper than talking during meetings. I must’ve been staring at him for a while, because he looks up from his hands into my eyes waiting me to say something. When we lock eyes it hits me. From our year of cadets we were the last ones standing. From our old squad everyone died long ago. His family, that nice girl and boy i cant even remember the name of are dead. So is my old best friend whom we joined to the corps together. Its seems a different world remembering back to it, with one constant.

Ackerman. He was always there. everyone else coudn't live up to the standards of this life but we did. he did, he was always there with me and i cant even recall the names of his dead family. I don't think we even called each other by our first names yet, but it feels like a decade since we first started as cadets.

Seeing my face deep in thought and bloody he stated that i wont be talking anytime soon, so he went back to his hands, but a spoke up in the last second.

‘I guess you’re my best friend now.’ He quickly looked back to me and than around for whom I was speaking to, but when he realized it was him he looked at me weirdly, like I had three heads. ‘By default. Sometimes i forget we even know each other but now your the one i know the most about, and that's not really a compliment.’We both frowned ‘That came out wrong. I didn't mean it to sound bitchy.’

For a few seconds we just stared at each other blankly but i think he realized what i was saying and I saw two thing in his eyes. Pity, not for me but for my cadets. I liked that. And recognition.

‘You’re YN.’ His voice was weak. He probably lost most of his voice giving orders for his team. I don't have to worry about that for a while. ‘If its any consolation i saw two of your squad going down. It was not your fault. You fought well.’ He tilted his head up towards the still dirty sky, resting his head on the tent behind him and took a deep breath. Even looking like a corpse he was still beautiful. As that thought came up my mind my brows knitted- Its an objective observation, not a love confession. Not like i know more than two things about this man anyways.

‘As for the friend part, my pool of best friends candidates just got significantly smaller so you’re in luck.’ He looked into my eyes, but still kept his head upwards. ’If you’re interested you could join in to missions while you short things out. I’ll keep you busy.’ With that he closed his eyes once again. I considered the conversation over. I mimicked his movement and tried to tidy up my mind and maybe even rest a little.

I hope at least it was a fun read ")