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

[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.” 

[gallusrostromegalus]

An AEIWAM Bit:

Kensei Muguruma has a weird phobia of Things That Flap.

He tries very hard to pretend he doesn't, but things flapping in his proximity are extremely startling and make him jittery at best, or hyperventilate and collapse. Something about the fluttering triggers a fear response, and his total inability to ask for help or admit weakness has caused this to balloon into a terrible reactivity to almost anything with flapping wings.

Kensei was was very excited to move back into his digs in the Ninth. So excited that to no longer be living in crummy living world apartments that he has all his stuff moved in an unpacked before Shuuhei and Mashiro had actually gotten out of the hospital after the battle of Fake Karakura. It was the middle of winter, so all the division windows were closed and he didn't really look around outside.

… but the first warm-ish day in February he opened up the windows for some fresh air and screamed when he was suddenly barraged by several dozen songbirds into swooping his office looking for snacks, then becomes howlingly enraged when he realized there's easily a hundred different types of birdfeeder on the wall outside his office that Shuuhei has been dutifully filling in Tousen's Absence.

---

Kaname, over in the 12th: "Why do I feel like I've forgotten something important?"

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Eight minutes later in the public groupchat:

KMuguruma: @KTousen WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY DUCKING BIRD FEEDERS???? KMuguruma:*FUCKING NOT DUCKING GOD HELP ME IF A DUCK FLIES IN HERE KTousen: ah. KTousen: @JUkitake got me into birdwatching in your absence. KMuguruma: BIRDWATCHING??? KTousen: Well, more like bird listening in my case. KMuguruma: WHO NEEDS A HUNDRED BIRDFEEDERS FOR BIRDWATCHING I THOUGHT YOU DID THAT SHIT IN THE WOODS?? KTousen: @JUkitake then got me a new type of bird feeder, bath or house for every subsequent holiday gift exchange. KTousen: It was very generous of him! KMuguruma: IF HE WANTS TO BE GENEROUS HE CAN COME GET THIS GODDAMN EAGLE OR WHATEVER OUT OF MY OFFICE. SHisagi: It's a pigeon sir. KMuguruma: IT'S HUGE AND TRYING TO KILL ME. IMadarame: @KZaraki Boss you gotta see this shit. KMuguruma: IS HE GONNA COME STAB IT?? IMadarame: lol. lmao. KMuguruma: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!! SHisagi: It's also not going to kill you. It's a pigeon. SHisagi: The only reason I haven't caught it yet is you keep screaming and swinging the broom at it every time it lands so I can't grab it. KTousen: It's a surprisingly grounding pass time. It really helped build a connection with the natural world around me that was of great solace during The Fuckery. KTousen: Actually learning something about birds might help with your phobia. KMuguruma: I DO NOT HAVE A PHOBIA!! KMuguruma: BIRDS ARE FUCKED UP AND EVIL AND TRYING TO KILL ME. KZaraki: That's totally true actually. KMuguruma: THANK YOU. KZaraki: I'm coming to kill you specifically in my Capacity as Prince Of All Birds. KMuguruma: what KZaraki: Be there in 10. KMuguruma: no wait what do you mean "prince of all birds"? IMadarame: The Boss is the son of She Who Rules The Sky By The Mandate Of Heaven, AKA The Firebird. IMadarame: 🔥🐦‍🔥🔥 IMadarame: So he's Prince of All Birds. IMadarame: Also, technically an Eagle. KMuguruma: wtf SHisagi: Yeah actually you should get moving he's not kidding about kicking your ass. KMuguruma: WTF?? SHisagi: He takes slurs against his people very seriously. SHisagi: also, if you leave I actually have a shot of catching this pigeon. KTousen: I'll send @MKuna over tomorrow to collect everything. @SHisagi if you can help get them off the wall? SHisagi: Roger that, Captain. KMuguruma: HEY! DON'T CALL HIM CAPTAIN! I'M YOUR CAPTAIN. SHisagi: He's still *a* captain, sir. KTousen: also the bat houses on the water tower. KMuguruma: THE FUCKING WHAT HOUSES??? SHisagi:🫡 KMuguruma: WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?? SHisagi: With all due respect Sir, I can see @KZaraki's dust cloud approaching you really should leave before he puts a hole in the building and we have to delay publication while we fix it. KTousen: Bat houses! There's approximately 2,600 rabbit-eared bats living in the old water tower on the roof. RUnohana: They do an excellent job eating mosquitoes over the entire city! Not one case of malaria or dengue fever in decades! RUnohana:💖🦇💖 🚫🦟🚫 KMuguruma: WTF WTF WTF???? SHisagi: @NinthDivision: CODE ORANGE, EVACUATE THE BUILDING AND PREPARE FOR A ZARAKI EVENT. KMuguruma: WTF WHY DOES HE HAVE HIS OWN DISASTER CLASSIFICATION??? SHisagi: You are about to find out! Godspeed Captain, I am evacuating the building. GSYamamoto: 😎👍 RUnohana: Just like the Good Old Days, Sir? GSYamamoto: Just so! SHisagi: I have caught and safely evacuated the pigeon! IMadarame:🥳🙌🙌🙌🥳 KMuguruma: WHY DID I COME BACK HERE???

[bitchinbarzal]

Chains | C Keller

It starts with you on top.

Matte skin, tangled sheets, the golden glint of his chain resting on his chest.

Clayton’s flat on his back, sweat dampening his hairline, hands gripped tight around your hips as you ride him slow—grinding down, drawing circles with your hips, watching his eyes flutter shut every time you drop onto him fully.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You smirk, hands braced on his chest. “You love it.”

He tries to reply. He really does.

But then your hand comes up and curls around the chain at his neck—tugs just a little—and he breaks.

“Shit, baby—don’t—”

You pull again. Not hard. Just enough to make his hips buck and a wrecked sound leave his throat. His head tips back, mouth open, chest rising and falling in desperate pants.

He looks so good beneath you—flushed, ruined, completely gone—and you’re not even close to done.

You lean down, lips brushing his ear, chain still wrapped in your fist.

“Say my name.”

“Y/n—fuck—Y/n.”

You smile. “Louder.”

His voice cracks.

“Y/N.”

You’re so wet, so tight, bouncing on him now with abandon, the rhythm filthy, your thighs trembling with effort as you ride him like you own him—because right now, you do.

He comes so hard you feel it—thick and hot, cock twitching inside you as he gasps your name, fingers bruising your waist, entire body wrecked.

You slow down, grinding through it, grinning through your own high.

You should’ve known it wouldn’t stop there.

Because the second he catches his breath, Clayton grabs your hips and flips you like you weigh nothing.

You land on your back with a breathless laugh—but the look on his face?

Not so funny.

Hair messy. Eyes wild. Chain swinging.

“Oh, you think you’re cute,” he mutters, voice wrecked, cock still hard inside you.

“Clay—”

“You rode me,” he growls, pulling out just enough to slam back in, rough and deep. “Pulled my chain. Made me say your name.”

You whimper, already overwhelmed, body sensitive—but he doesn’t care.

“Turn over.”

You hesitate. His hand closes around the chain again, this time gently tugging you by it.

“I said turn over.”

You roll onto your stomach, gasping when he pulls your hips up, presses his cock back inside you, and starts to fuck you hard.

No build-up. No teasing.

Just sharp, deep, punishing thrusts that have you crying out, face buried in the sheets, his chain brushing your back as he pounds into you like he’s trying to make a point.

“You like being in control?” he growls. “That what you wanted?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a moan—so he wraps the chain tighter around his fist and leans in close, hand sliding under your neck to hold you right there.

“Then take it.”

You take it. All of it. His cock slamming into you. His fingers bruising your hips. The chain taut against your throat. The filthy praise—“you’re mine”, “so fucking good for me”, “look at you, baby, look at what you can take.”

You come so hard you scream, walls clenching, body falling apart—and he doesn’t stop.

“Again,” he pants. “One more. I know you’ve got it in you.”

You sob. Wrecked. Gone.

And when he comes again, it’s deep and messy—so full you swear you feel it leak out the second he stops moving.

He collapses over you, breathing hard, mouth pressed to your shoulder, chain still tangled around your neck.

Neither of you speak for a minute. Just breathing. Trembling. Ruined.

Then, against your skin, he murmurs

“Now that’s how you wear my chain.”

[kit-williams]

A thought occurred. A terrible premonition.

Admittedly I don't know much about 40k but I have heard about the Lamenters and their supernatural bad luck.

And I've had a tedius few days (my ride had to cancel so I had to walk around on a hot sunny afternoon, can't find the TV remote, tripped going up the stairs, lost three hairbands with ten minutes of trying to do my hair, and more) SO my thinking:

A squad of baselines who also just have... the worst luck. Their called Canary Squad on account of an old Terran story of a bird being used by miners to suss out dangers somehow. When they go, just about anything that can go wrong does. It's safer for those who go in afterwards... but let's just say the mortality rates for this particular squad is high.

You would think command would get rid of such an unlucky team, but no. Besides the nightmare of red tape, clerical errors, delays and scheduling that is the administrative powers if the Imperium, their higher ups have... mostly figured out how to use this for their benefit. Mostly.

These poor souls could, and have, gone on patrol in a peaceful sector where Nothing Was Wrong... and it ended with a lot of fire, explosions, a Cult getting into a fight with some rebellious locals, a small Ork Warband crashing near their location, and a Chaos Space Marine accidentally getting teleported in the middle of the mess.

They always have some kind of injury or bruise or story, no matter what they do or say.

And then they meet the Lamenters. Everyone expects for them ALL to meet some horribly unfortunate end. Canary Squad jokes their gonna accidentally kill off a bunch of Space Marines, the Lamenters are already mourning these brave men and women they will inevitably lead to their deaths.

Only... that doesn't happen.

Oh, things go wrong, sure. They get hurt, and things are very touch and go for most of the mission, but... the mission is a success?

What?

Nobody died (on their teams, at least), they completed the mission, and managed to get off planet (by launching an airtight tank into space for someone to pick up) and back onto their ship.

It turns out their individual teams/chapters bad luck just... cancelled each other's out.

When a Canary trips, their paired Lamenter pauses to help them up, which delays them just enough to not get crushed by a sudden collapse when the support beams in the building fails. A Lamenters foot goes through the floor, causing the Canary to stumble/fall, which saves them from a malfunctioning pressure gauge that explodes and would have put metal scrap through the baselines skull.

A Lamenter saves a Canary from a sudden drop, and because they had to bend/kneel to catch them they avoid the thing that would have hit him and sent him tumbling down that same drop.

A Canary accidentally activates a security alarm/trap/defense, but the Lamenters bolter misfires and causes a power outage, cancelling said alarm (and possibly causing the people there to think it was a malfunction due to the power outage).

They get surrounded, somebody drops a grenade, somebody else kicks it, and it lands near something explosive and/or flammable. The Lamenters cover their baseline buddies, and suddenly there are no enemies. The building/ground does begin to collapse tho.

Like a weird symbiosis. One sides bad luck counters the other, and they just keep cancelling each other out until they end up in a kinda-okay situation? By their standards at least.

Everyone is baffled, but none of them are gonna complain. If anything they think it's a gift/blessing from their genefather or them Emperor (or both). They all get very attached to each other.

All of this to say:

*Lamenter holding up his designated human* "this is my lucky charm."

I genuinely wish I could add more to this but like the idea is complete and wonderful and that the idea their combined bad luck is so bad that it cancels each other out because the bad luck is trying to get them killed and trying to get the others killed just this is peak

[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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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?

[zeivivii]

A Vice-Captains' Misadventure

"You're late."

Vice-Captain Soshiro Hoshina didn’t look up from his blade as he crouched on top of a half-destroyed Kaiju corpse, the sun casting a sharp glint off the metal.

Vice-Captain Kiyohime Akane of the 2nd Division landed beside him in a rather dramatic flare of coat and hair. “You called me in the middle of my day off. I was marathoning historical dramas. You better not say this is another overgrown slug you could've handled yourself.”

“First of all,” Hoshina stood, slinging his sword over his shoulder, “it’s not a slug. It’s more like a crab...with legs for days. Second, Narumi’s team reported traces of Kaiju No. 9 in this sector. So yeah, I called backup. You just happened to be the only one whose ringtone isn’t set to anime openings.”

Akane sighed. “That’s because I value subtlety and don’t scream ‘Main Character Energy’ everywhere I go.”

“Hey, don’t knock the classics. The Attack on Titan opening still slaps.”

A low rumble shook the broken ground beneath them. From the ruins of a collapsed building, the "crab" Kaiju emerged again—except now it had grown massive scythe-like pincers and wore a creepy humanoid face on its shell, grinning unnaturally.

“Oh, good,” Akane said dryly. “It evolved. Love that for us.”

---3 MINUTES LATER

“I told you to distract it, not insult its mother!” Hoshina shouted as the Kaiju barreled after them through an alleyway, pulverizing buildings with every step.

“I’m sorry, but it understood Japanese and took offense?!” Akane yelled back, expertly flipping onto a rooftop. “Since when do they listen to trash talk?”

“Kaiju No. 9’s types are getting weirder. One tried to join karaoke night at HQ last week.”

“No wonder Narumi looked like he’d fought a war and lost.”

The two vice-captains split, a flurry of motion and blades as Akane charged from the air, slashing at the Kaiju’s carapace with her dual sabers, while Hoshina performed his signature draw-and-slash technique from below.

“Sword Style: Third Form—Raven Cut!” Hoshina sliced through one of the scythes, sending black ichor flying.

“Fancy. I call mine—Eat Steel, Crustacean!” Akane yelled, slamming a high-pressure mine into the Kaiju’s shell and detonating it midair.

A pause.

“That’s not a real name, is it?” Hoshina said.

“No, but it felt right.”

---POST-BATTLE

The Kaiju lay twitching, now headless and gloriously defeated. Both vice-captains sat on the edge of a ruined overpass, their uniforms torn, faces smeared with soot and satisfaction.

“...So what’s your kill count today?” Akane asked.

“Don’t know. But I’m ahead of Commander Narumi again.” Hoshina smirked.

Akane leaned back. “He’s gonna throw a tantrum.”

“Let him. It’s funnier when he sulks in gamer mode.”

As if summoned by sheer pettiness, Gen Narumi’s voice crackled through the comms. “Hey, third division hick and second division drama queen. You left crab guts all over my perimeter.”

Akane grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“Next time, let the Kaiju step on Hoshina, just once. For morale."

Hoshina snorted. “Try it. See who ends up with crab salad for a visor.”

Akane raised her fist. “To dysfunctional vice-captains and Kaiju crab bakes.”

Hoshina clinked his sword hilt against her knuckles. “Cheers.”

---

END.

[ii-meeple-confessions]

IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN/ref. Anyway HELLO!!!! I’m back with my “Meeplers play SBURB and become Homestuck characters” AU. This time I’ve made a giant-ass text post on why they are their chosen classpect (also I changed a few of them to be more accurate lol) so strap in because jegus this is longer than I thought it would be.

MePhone4: Heir of Time. Reason: Heirs change through their aspects, or change others through their aspect. MePhone4 changed most of himself over TIME (get it?) after he left Meeple, and the through all the time that passed through I.I it changed the contestants as well! Another thing is that Heirs are prone to losing themselves if their aspect influences them enough, which I would call “MePhone4 didn’t want I.I.I to end! He literally wanted time to slow down!” One last reason although it’s more of a joke reason, all the time travel stuff that I remember has been around MP4 (Marsh’s Time Machine saving him, and his time pausing abilities(although in this he would only be able to control how time effects himself, but since the contestants are a part of him I guess he could still pause them? Up for intrepidation that bit)) MOVING ON!

MePad: (I actually changed him from a Page to a…) Knight of Heart. Reason: Knights are devoted and reliable, notably good at assisting others, although that can sometimes lead to their downfall, due to being too trusting. They also keep to themselves and not share their own fears/insecurities. They are also known for serving others through their aspects, or with their aspect. MePad, right after Toilet apologized, forgave him, even though about a minute ago he tried to kill him (this isn’t Toilet slander btw I’m just saying what happened). Taco was similar, with her kidnapping him, and then MePad going all therapist mode on her, still wanting to help. And then, with MP4, even though MePad was probably still mad at MP4 for everything he’s done, he still willingly died for him. (ALSO THIS IS MY OWN CLASSPECT BUT THATS UNRELATED)

MePhone3GS: (he was changed from a Sylph to a…) Rouge of Hope. Reason: Rouges don’t take kindly to the labels that are thrusted upon them, and they usually would rather do things how they think is best. Because of this Rouges tend to isolate themselves, although not always of their own will. That doesn’t mean that they hate people though, as they are also known to form strong bonds with those who they care for. Rouges are also known for stealing their aspect, or stealing through their aspect for others. 3GS never wanted to steal the Shimmer eggs, but he had to because Cobs wanted them for a bigger, dare I say more hopeful project. He stole the Shimmer's hope, and gave it to Cobs instead.

MePhone4S: Prince of Space. Reason: (OH BOY CONTRACTOR GETS TO YAP ABOUT 4S STRAP IN FOLKS.) Princes are ones who destroy their aspects or destroys themselves through their aspect. They consider themselves capable, intelligent and reliable, and the thing is, they probably are. BUT because of their strong personalities they tend to come off as imposing to others. They also have the biggest egos known to man, while being some of the most insecure people you will meet. And my GOD this fits 4S perfectly. 4S has been shown to break space due to him killing MP4 in season one, if Marsh didn’t have the Time Machine I presume the universe would have more or less collapsed because of Cobs and maybe the Shimmers if they went at war against him. 4S was shown to be reliable at the end of season one while protecting MP4 from MP5, not letting him get hurt (YEAH THE BROTHERS EVER). He was also shown to be the cockiest guy ever/pos.

Okay that’s it, I think. Maybe I’ll make a follow-up for Toilet and Cobs and maybe a few other Meeple people.

Uhhhh -👾🏠 person (I’m not an anon so you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to)

Hello hello!!! Sorry for taking forever to get to this ask as per usual… did my usual thing of seeing an ask, going like “wow yay! New ask!!! I’m gonna answer this in a bit :D” only to then not answer it for the next several hours… 💔💔💔

OUHH. OUHHH all the time related stuff with mephone… I haven’t even ever thought about that but I like that a lot. AND MEPHONE LOSING HIMSELF BECAUSE HE DIDN’T WANT III TO END. OUGH that is so so fitting

OUEHG. ORUGHHHH THE REASONING FOR MEPAD. ORUTGHHHHHHH I LLVE THAT… we love mepad here he is a beautiful wonderful forgiving man who still wants to help you no matter what you’ve done… urughhhhh 💔💔💔💔 these fit so well I LOVE THESE UURHGHH

ORUGHHG THE 3GS ONE. OUHH. THAT FITS SO WELL RIGUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH “He stole the shimmers hope and gave it to cobs instead” what if I exploded you. What if /SILLY BUT UUURGH. OUFHG I don’t have much else to add onto this one just cause it’s so solid and fitting. Orugh

OUHH the 4s one fits so well too… I don’t think about him much but godddd. Goddddd man you’ve got all of them so correct… they would be these and I’m not even a homestuck fan goddddddddd

Please do make a follow up with cobs n toilet n the other meeps… I would clap and cheer

[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.

[w31rd0-art1st]

@clonexocweek

(posting this a bit early bc why not.)

Word count: 600(roughly)

Warning: slight descriptions of injuries.

Paring: Fox + Wilo

(Platonic)

Author's note!

This is pretty simple but I'm somewhat proud of it. Once again still not the best writer but I'm trying! These two have a purely platonic relationship. I want to make that very clear.

Fox grumbled as he stumbled into a familiar apartment and up the flight of stairs. He pressed a hand against his side, feeling the warm, crimson, sticky blood seeping through his glove.

The edges of his vision started to black out as he slowly made his way to the door, he leaned against the wall and slammed his hand on the keypad, hissing In pain as he prayed Wilo was home.

The door opened and he slumped inside, hearing Wilo let out a soft gasp as she caught Fox. She shut and locked the door before practically hauling the clone commander over to her couch and setting him down. He let his head fall limply against the pillow after Wilo had removed his helmet.

He closed his eyes and listened as she gathered different things before kneeling in front of the couch and removing his chest plate and plackart.

He grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as she started cleaning out the wound. Clenching his fists as she got to work patching him up.

"What in the galaxy happened to you this time?" Wilo huffed, clearly unhappy that she had to fix Fox up...again.

Fox groaned, knowing he was in for a lecture and most likely a fight. "There was a... conlfict, in the lower levels." He responded, flinching slightly as she put probably a bit more pressure than necessary on his wound.

"A 'conflict''?! Are you serious right now?" Wilo hissed before putting a layer of bacta over the wound and putting a patch on it. "You were very obviously stabbed, twice. In the same spot!"

Fox sighed and pushed himself up, looking up at Wilo as she crossed her arms and glared at him.

"You better tell me exactly what happened or were gonna have a 'conflict' right here." She snapped, and if looks could kill, he would be more dead than a womp rat that Girzzer got a hold of.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before reluctantly telling her what had happened. He had been sent out on a call of a small bar fight that seemed to be escalating, things got messy and he ended up getting stabbed. He then managed to drag himself to her place.

"You're an idiot." Wilo Grumbled as she shook her head and removed Fox's armour and set it off the side. "Don't move. I'll be right back." She told him before going into another room and coming back with a baggy shirt and some sweatpants. She tossed them at Fox before walking over to her kitchen and grabbing her datapad to put in an order from a nearby restaurant.

When she came back Fox had changed into the clothes he had been given and was laying on the couch, a bit of a pained look on his face. So she sighed once again and grabbed a painkiller as well as a damp cloth. She gave Fox the painkiller before wiping away any excess blood that was left on him.

About 15 minutes later the food arrived, she payed the droid before handing Fox his food and sitting beside him on the couch. She put on some random show and leaned back.

"You owe me for this." She smirked, glancing at Fox.

"Really? If I remember correctly, didn't you say you'd do anything for me after I saved you from that building collapse?" He chuckled, shooting her a playful glare.

"Yeah, 2 years ago!" She responded with an eyeroll, causing Fox to snort.

The two continued to playfully argue as they ate and watched their show. After a few hours, Wilo glanced at Fox to see him out like a light. She softly smiled and pulled a blanket over him before brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face.

"sleep well. You hazard to society." She whispered as she stood up and turned off the lights before retiring to her own room for the night.

[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.