#after we give him the anxiety meds she NOW gave us

[yaraaflor]

vets are honestly so annoying bc like i get that there's a lot of irresponsible pet owners out there who don't understand animals... but also if we, the owners, are telling you something very specific about our pet you shouldnt just dismiss it??? and then be surprised when we're RIGHT and have to put off the whole fucking thing. like is it that hard to give us the benefit of the doubt that we know our pet better than you do....

[the-kr8tor]

Hi! I hope you're well! I've got a bit of a request (maybe? idk can be whatever u want it to be:D) So- R recently has had their wisdom tooth removed, and I think you've seen how people get so loopy afterwards. I think it'd be hilarious writing Hobie trying to keep a straight face and talk to R rambling on about some random things in the most serious manner he can muster lol

Thank you for requesting! Muah 😘 ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, TW blood, Fluff.

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Hobie's nervous for no reason, he knows you're alright behind the tooth shaped door but the sound of the drill’s muffled whirring has his spidey senses going haywire. He thinks it's the weird smell of the dentist's office and the stark white of the walls that adds to his anxiety. His leg nervously bounces to the beat of the crappy music that the dentist's assistant keeps playing on loop (torturing him basically.)

He kneads at his temple to get the scraping sound out of his ears, due to his enhanced senses that includes super hearing, he can hear every pull and tug of your tooth, unfortunately. But he thinks you have it worse since you're the one who feels every tug and pull. Or maybe he just hates it when you get hurt, especially if he can't help you or even see you. He curses the tooth shaped door for hiding you from his view. Seriously, who makes a door shaped like that?

With a sigh, the toothy door finally opens, and out you roll out of it in a squeaky wheelchair. Hobie stands up lightning quick to get to your side. The dentist smiles at him with her perfect teeth, hands guiding you out of the sterile room.

“She’s good, don't worry.” The dentist senses Hobie's worry, or she just sees it etched on his face. “Your girl's a bit loopy because of the meds but it'll wear off in a few minutes.”

Hobie kneels down to face you. He almost laughs loudly at your swollen cheek that makes you look like a squirrel that's hiding its nuts inside its mouth. He rubs your knee softly to wake your foggy self based on how glossy your eyes are. Drool drips from the cotton in your mouth and he swears he almost loses it right there and then.

“Hi, love, ready to come home?” Hobie smiles softly like he usually does when he finds you endearing. Despite all the bloody saliva dripping out of your mouth.

“Hat?” You ask, voice murmured by the cotton. Hobie guesses you said ‘what?’ instead of asking for his invisible hat.

Raising your hand to his face, you give him a good pat on his cheek, you then let out a giggle that sounded more like a cackle. It all makes him raise an eyebrow.

“You gave her the good stuff huh, doc?” He asks, never leaving his eyes off your disoriented self.

The dentist chuckles, “just give her paracetamol for the pain and don't let her eat or drink anything for an hour or two if she can help it.”

“Thanks, doc.” Hobie gives her a polite smile while standing back up to his feet. “Ready to walk with me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, eyebrows knitted, hands balling at your soft pants. You dressed for the occasion, or rather, dressed down for it. You had the foresight to know that you'll be bleeding all over your clothes right after. Like how you are right now with one of Hobie's old band shirts. He clearly doesn't mind since he owns a hundred like them. But he won't miss the opportunity to tease you about it once you're sober and well awake.

You look at him like he told you the copper you gave him is in a poor state. “I hab boyfriend.”

“I know you do, it's me.” He sees the dentist crack a smile. “Get up, love, you'll kick my arse if we miss your episode.”

“Episode?” You once again ask with wonderment.

“Yeah, that dragon show you like so much. Up you go.”

“Dragons?!” Your voice echoes out in the room, like he just told you dragons are real. You stand up quicker than he thought you could. “Really?” Your question cements what he thinks. “They're dragons right? Not wyverns, they're different creatures y’know.” He tamps down a laugh.

Holding you by your biceps, Hobie flicks his eyes behind you and over to the dentist who just shrugs with a grin. “Her tooth was stubborn. Sorry, I could've given her the lighter stuff but she would've felt it.”

“That's alright, doc, this is how she usually is.” He jokes, which you chortle at. Well at least you recognize humour amidst the fog of whatever concoction the dentist gave you. “Thanks again.” He waves goodbye whilst he guides you out of the clinic.

“Why are you so pretty?” You look at him with sparkling eyes like you're about to cry from his sheer beauty. Tapping his chin, cheek squished against his shoulder, you don't look at where you're walking as you continue to admire him in the sun. “So p-pretty…like a-an angel.”

Hobie does all the walking for you, his arms are looped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you off the pavement. The tips of your shoes grazes the concrete as you squish his cheeks in your hand, making him pout from your cuteness overload.

“An angel? Just last night you called me a dick for eating your mango.” How could he know you were trying to save it inside the fridge?

You giggle, “mmm, mango.”

“I'll buy you a hundred more if you continue to dote on me.” You two finally make it to the van, he thanks his abilities for not getting winded out by the trek.

You lean back dramatically, making Hobie catch you in his arms. You both look like a cover from a romance novel.

“I can't! I have a boyfriend.” You say with your whole heart, and as serious as you can with your mouth full of cotton.

“Fuckin' hell.” He laughs, lifting you back up before someone in the street sees. “I'll buy you some ice cream if you get in the car. Mango or chocolate flavour?”

“I will,” you poke his chest, “not be,” poke “bribed by you–you stranger!” You poke him several times.

Hobie catches your finger mid poke. Leaning closer to your face, he smells the iron from your mouth. You sniff, moving your head away from him with a pout.

“Love,” he says sweetly, catching the back of your head before it falls further back. Laying his forehead against yours, he gives you a minute to recognize him from his warmth alone. He'd give you forever if he can. Holding your hand, he raises it to his chest, letting you feel the familiar thump of his heart. He remembers that you do it whenever he gets home from patrol. “It's me, yeah?”

Hobie doesn't realize the tears brimming in your eyes. He stands up straight at the sound of your quiet sobbing.

“We're gonna miss the dragons.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, the cotton in your mouth threatens to fall out as you weep in the parking lot with him trying his best to wipe the tears while he coos softly at you.

Hobie definitely has his work cut out for him, now to get you home without crying about dragons or acting like he's kidnapping you. Yet, he'd gladly do it all over again if it's you.

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1999, part four - final part!

oh my gosh. final part and what a surprise, she's a long one again💀💀ive loved writing this silly little series so so much and i love all of you very very much🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽please give me requests on what to write next bc my mind is completely blank rn, all i can think of is the cold war and bolsheviks from my history revison and i dont think they would make v good fics🤡🤡

lmk what you think of this part and your fav moments, enjoy!!

warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff, swearing

conrad fisher masterlist

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conrad’s pov

Since Y/n is unable to hold a phone herself, I'm tasked with a lot, but I didn't fully realize the worry of her family until she had me working through each task with her.

No wonder she’s overwhelmed. The number of texts from Laurel, Mom, Belly, Jere and Steven she has to sift through in a given hour would drive anyone insane.

Or maybe I'm just going crazy by sitting this close to her. The smell of her coconut soap is permanently ingrained into my memory as she sits flush against me, pointing at different texts with her uninjured hand.

I can tell her nerves grow stronger as the Uber near the hospital.

Her knees bounce up and down as she dictates message after message I need to send, confusing me more and more with every word.

The work doesn't stop there. After we check in, a nurse hands us a clipboard filled with pages of information that need to be filled out. Y/n stares at it like it might catch on fire at any moment.

"Here." I pass it to her.

Her eyes shift toward the exit. "Will you help me please? I can't write like this." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper.

"Okay. Tell me your answers and I'll write them down."

Her throat bobs as she scans the first line. It takes her far longer than necessary to read the first question.

"Do you mind reading the questions aloud for me? I'm too stressed to concentrate right now." Her overcompensating smile irritates me.

"Are you sure? Some of the questions are probably personal."

Don't be a dick. Just do what she says.

"I don't care.”

The rigid way she sits in her chair says the complete opposite.

She seems to be one minute away from breaking down, so I concede. I sigh as I grab the pen and get started on the first question. The paperwork doesn't take us as long as I anticipated, so Y/n and I sit together in silence. She stares at the exit longingly.

The way her eyes dart around the room as she gnaws on her bottom lip makes me feel merciful enough to save her from the anxiety eating her up inside.

“If it's any consolation, I hate hospitals too."

Her head swings toward the direction of my voice.

"Yeah?"

I nod. "Haven't been to one since…"

"I know." she says as she sees my chest heaves as I remember the millions of times we’ve been here before.

I keep my eyes focused on the soundless television playing in one corner.

Her good hand clasps onto mine and gives it a squeeze. I'm grateful she understands me enough not to ask any other questions. The idea of offering another raw part of myself feels like a betrayal of the years I've spent carefully developing a certain kind of persona.

"I hate them too." Her voice cracks.

"Why?"

She stares down at her swollen hand. “My dad…” She pauses, and I give her hand a reassuring squeeze like she gave me. "Let's just say mom ended up in the ER a couple of times for being clumsy."

I take a deep breath to stave off the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And did you have issues with being clumsy?" If she says yes, I swear to God two men will end up floating in the Chicago River tonight.

She shakes her head rather aggressively. "No. No." My rapid heart rate can be heard through my ears. "If you were, you can tell me." While I can't promise I won't do anything about it, I can promise to make him hurt. A lot. With sulfuric acid or something, those pre-med studies are starting to come in handy now.

The overwhelming sense of protectiveness hits me hard, and I don't shy away from it. There is nothing I hate more than men who use their fists against innocent women and children.

"It never got to that point. Suze made sure of it." she says with a small smile.

"How?"

"She caught onto the signs and interfered before things got bad. Used her savings from my grandpa's life insurance policy to help Mom get a divorce and start a new life." A tear slips down her face, and I can't stand the sight of it.

I brush it away with the pad of my thumb, but the damp trail still lingers. A driving force inside of me wants to erase the sad look on her face. "Did her plan also happen to include a jug of sulfuric acid?"

She forces out a laugh. "I think concrete shoes were more in style back then."

I fake shudder. "Remind me to never make mom angry again."

"Forget her, you'd have to deal with me." She holds up her injured hand like a war trophy.

"I'm absolutely terrified."

"Miss Y/n?" a nurse calls out.

Y/n doesn't move at the sound of her name.

"That's you." I place my hand on her thigh and give it a squeeze.

She sucks in a deep breath as she stares down at my hand.

Her chair nearly tumbles behind her as she bolts out of the seat, throwing her one good hand up in the air. "I'm here!"

The nurse leads us through the emergency room bay.

Individual beds line the wall, each area divided by a paper curtain.

The empty bed meant for Y/n is unacceptable. Between the person retching behind one partition and the individual on the other side hacking up their lung, I refuse to let her be seen here.

"I'd like my…my friend, to be taken care of in a private suite," I speak up. I know I sound snotty right now but honestly, I’ll be damned if I let her already horrible hospital experience get any worse.

The nurse grimaces as her gaze licks across my body. "This is a hospital. Not the Ritz. Take a seat and wait for the doctor like everyone else."

Y/n hops on the bed without any complaint, and I'm tempted to grab her and go elsewhere. The nurse doesn't seem the least bit bothered by all the noise happening around us as she checks Y/n’s vitals and asks some routine questions.

Y/n answers each one while chewing her bottom lip raw. This atmosphere couldn't put anyone at ease, least of all her.

The nurse hangs the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and I decide to try again.

"I'll pay whatever it takes to have her seen somewhere quieter. Money is no object."

The nurse only replies by shutting the paper curtain in my face.

Y/n laughs while I stare at the curtain, dumbfounded to be treated like this.

"You find this funny?"

She nods, her eyes alight for the first time all night. "Did you see her face when you said money is no object? I think if she didn't put the clipboard away, she would have slapped your face with it."

"It's not my fault she isn't accustomed to how things are done in the real world."

"Wake up baby. You're living in the real world." She waves around our room.

"It's terrifying." I say, looking away so she couldn’t see the blush that appeared on my face at the nickname.

"Come here. I'II make it better." Y/n pats the bed.

Doubtful, but I'm a glutton for giving her what she wants lately. Paper crinkles as I sit next to her. I take up most of the bed, giving her little room to get away from me. My thigh brushes against hers. She tries to scoot away, but there isn't enough space.

“Isn’t this cozy?" she quips.

I give her a small smile before she asks, “Hey! Let me see your tattoo.”

God I’d forgotten all about them. I move the collar of my shirt to show the two small ivy leaves we’d gotten. She gasps and gently touches my skin, “Oh my gosh it’s so pretty Connie.” she stares at it for a moment before I ask to see hers.

She lifts up her shirt on the side, exposing her ribcage and the two matching leaves.

“I can’t believe you agreed to get a Taylor Swift referenced tattoo with me Con.” she says as I admire the tattoo for a bit.

I smile until saying, “Hey I might be quiet and mopey but at least I have good taste in music.”

She softly smiles at me before eyeing the IV bag with horror before checking out the exit.

"What’s wrong?”

She leans closer to me and whispers, "Is now a bad time to admit I pass out whenever someone tries to stick a needle in me?"

My lips lift at the corners. I don't know why I find the idea hilarious, given her ability to watch eight consecutive hours of true crime documentaries without so much as flinching.

"You're afraid of needles?"

She sputters. "No. I'm not afraid. It just happens to be a bodily reaction I can't control."

“That's good then because the nurse needs to set you up with that IV when she comes back."

“No! Don't tell me that! I thought she was one of the good ones.”

I nod, pressing my lips together to prevent myself from laughing.

"She lied to me!" She bolts from the seat and would have tripped over her own heels if I didn't reach out and catch her.

*Careful." I place her back on the bed and decide to stand guard in case she gets any ideas to flee the scene.

Her eyes fit from me to the gap between two curtains, as if she is thinking how she can get past me.

"I'm joking.”

She scans my face for the truth before she slaps my shoulder with her good hand. "Asshole! I believed you!"

Laughter explodes out of me like a bomb, stunning her.

“Did you just laugh?”

"No."

“Yes." Someone calls out from the other side of the curtain.

“Now, do you mind shutting up? Some of us are trying to get some sleep over here after having our stomach pumped."

Fuck this place and the people in here. "We're leaving."

"Not so fast. You can't leave before I check you out." The doctor strolls in and points at the bed with his clipboard.

Y/n remains tight-lipped as the doctor checks her chart. He asks her some questions about how she got hurt, all while staring me up and down like I'm the person she was trying to injure. She is taken away for a few scans, and my breathing doesn't return to normal until the nurse brings her back.

That should be my first sign that things are getting out of hand on my end. I'm inching closer to an emotional minefield without any kind of map, only one wrong step away from exploding.

The doctor checks the scans. "It looks like you have a boxer's fracture."

Her face brightens. "That sounds badass."

I glare at her. "Calm down, Muhammad Ali. I wouldn't count today as a victory by any means."

The doctor's eyes lighten. "Next time, avoid any initial contact on the fourth and fifth knuckles."

"Please don't encourage her."

The doctor shakes his head with a laugh before giving Y/n a detailed set of instructions regarding the healing time. I'm skeptical about the whole visit and, given the setting, doubtful about the level of care. I'll be damned if Y/n sustains permanent injuries because of Dean. My chest tightens at the idea.

“Great Thanks, Doc!" She hops off the bed, but I hold my arm out, stopping her

"I’d like a second opinion." The command bursts out of me without any rhyme or reason. Deep down, I know a boxer's fracture isn't the worst thing that could have happened. But things aren't right in my head where Y/n is concerned. At least not anymore.

Both of the doctor's eyebrows arch. "For a small fracture?"

"Don't mind him. He tends to be a bit overbearing." She shoots me a look as if I'm the crazy one out of the two of us.

"Okay..." the doctor says.

Maybe I am losing it because why else would I care?

You hate it when she cries.

You wouldn't mind murdering someone who hurt her.

You took her to the hospital even though you despise them with every fibre of your being.

The signs all point to one thing: our situation is quickly crumbling, and I'm the only one to blame.

Y/n interrupts my thoughts. "I'll be sure to wear the brace for a few weeks and avoid any kind of activities that could aggravate the injury."

"Perfect. And don't forget to schedule a follow-up visit with your physician. "The doctor gives me one last look before handing Y/n the discharge paperwork. "Nice meeting you."

"Will you help me with this?" She holds out the clipboard with her left hand as the doctor leaves.

I grab it from her and fill it out.

She checks the time on her phone. "Well, at least that didn't take as long as I thought it would. I'm sure you're dying to get back home."

That's the scary thing. I didn't think about anything or anyone once during our entire time here because making sure she was taken care of was my only concern. I've spent the past seventeen years of my life thinking solely about my future, and all it took was one girl to make me completely forget about my responsibilities for a few hours.

As if that doesn't scare me enough, it only takes one glance at her makeshift brace to make my blood burn hot under my skin. I know exactly why her injury angers me more than anything else.

It's the same reason I feel the urge to push Jere away from her whenever he gets too close or the way I unexplainably need to see her whenever she is out of my sight for longer than a few hours.

You’re in love with her.

Fuck.

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y/n’s pov

We’re in an Uber on the way home, sitting in comfortable silence until Conrad breaks it.

“Why’d you get with Dean anyway?” My stomach doubles over.

Comfortable silence is so overrated.

I sigh. I’ve been dreading this question for ages now.

“I don’t know.” I answer vaguely.

Conrad gives me a puzzled look, “What do you mean you don't know? You must’ve had a reason.”

His restlessness gets me more agitated.

“I don’t know Conrad. I don’t know why I got with him, I don’t know why I was waiting on you for so long either.” I look out the window as the car stops in front of the house.

“What? What do you mean?” he says as I get out the car and speed up to the front door, taking the keys out of my pocket and refusing to carry on with this conversation anymore.

Conrad keeps yelling after me as he follows me upstairs to my room, both of us trying to ignore everyone else who joined Conrad and are trying to ask their own questions.

I slam my door shut and collapse on my bed hearing Conrad trying to calm everyone down and telling them everything that's happened until he asks them all to give me some space for now.

I cry in the silence as I hear everyone leaving from outside the door until it opens.

“Hey.”

Steven. Thank God.

“Steve…” I say sniffling.

He looks at me with a sad smile before sitting on the bed with me and taking me in his arms.

“Con told us everything,” he says after a few minutes of holding me, “did you really get a boxer's fracture?”

I laugh in tears before showing him my hand and saying, “You should see the other guy.”

Steven and I laugh together before going back to the silence as he hugs me.

“He really cares about you, you know.”

“No he doesn’t. He hates me. I yelled at him and now I’m crying here on my bed like an idiot.”

“Did he say anything to you?” Steven looks down at me.

I shake my head before saying, “He asked why I got with Dean.”

“Oh. That’s not too bad.”

“No it’s not.”

“Then why are you so upset?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for Conrad for so long and I’m just sick and tired of always being there to help him get over his breakups when he’d be so much better off with me. I know I sound selfish and none of my reasons are justified but I just thought that after everything we’ve been through together, he’d maybe like me just a little bit.”

Steven hugs me again and softly says, “He does.”

After that almost everyone but Conrad came in to check up on me and make sure I was okay, making me feel even more guilty about being all emotional like this. It’s not until Susannah’s holding me and whispering sweet nothings that my eyes start to feel heavy.

I think I fell asleep after that, I don’t remember much except waking up to the sun shining its very unwelcome face in my eyes.

I step out of my room after freshening up and I’m about to make my way to the kitchen for food until I’m stopped by something in the hallway.

Or should I say someone.

“Conrad,” I bend down and stroke his hair out of his face, “Conrad wake up.” I say gently.

He stirs for a minute before sitting up and taking my hands in his.

“Have you been out here all night?” I ask.

“Yes.” he says in a raspy voice.

God that voice would make my knees give out if I wasn’t already on the floor with him.

“Why?”

“I need to talk to you.”

I sigh before he interrupts me, “Listen, I heard everything you said to Steven last night and I know I shouldn’t have and I was eavesdropping but I’m sorry it was by accident. And I know I don’t deserve any more of your time…I’ve already wasted a lot of it but just hear me out for ten minutes.”

“No.” I try to get out of his grasp.

“Stop fighting and give me ten minutes.”

“No way.”

“Nine then.”

“Five.”

“Eight and a half.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

I pause, knowing that he won’t let me go anywhere before I hear him out.

“You don’t deserve seven seconds, let alone seven minutes of my time.”

“How about seven words then?”

I laugh. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I am falling in love with you.”

I blink up at him. Either I am still sleeping or I must have not heard him correctly because there is no way Conrad Fisher just admitted that he is falling in love with me.

Absolutely no fucking way.

Right?

I squeeze my eyes shut as if that can erase the words from my memory.

"You're joking.

"I'm not."

"This is just another part of your game." I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge.

"It stopped being a game for me a long time ago."

"You're lying."

His brows pull together. "Ask me why I hate when people touch my bookshelf."

"Are you serious right now? What does that have to do with any of this?" I think back to his bookshelf he won’t let any of the others go near but loves to let me organise and re-organise each year.

"Because I did it for you."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I read somewhere online that organising objects like books and things is good for people with anxiety, because then they can feel in control of something and know exactly what to expect especially if things are the same as they've predicted all the time. You love reading too, so I changed it. Bought all the books you like to read so that you’d stay and read with me more often. I forced everyone else out of my room and especially away from that bookshelf. All because I wanted to help you."

Emotions clog my throat, preventing my ability to reply.

What can I possibly say that could compare to that?

Conrad doesn't give me an option as he continues. "Want to know why I kept this plant you got me?" he says pointing to the small green cactus with “Don’t be a prick” written on the pot that we could see looking into his room from the hallway.

I nod.

"Because it was the first time someone got me a present that made me laugh."

If hearts could melt into puddles, mine would be liquified right about now.

I take a deep breath.

Remember what he did.

“Con that doesn't change anything you still ignored me for a whole year. Every time I tried to call you or text you, you’d just leave me on read or decline, and now you’re telling me you love me? Who does that?"

"Someone who doesn't understand the first thing about loving someone, but is willing to try if you give me a chance."

"You want me to give you a chance after everything? Do you think I'm stupid?"

He winces, and a bit of my anger fades away at his vulnerability.

"Intelligence has nothing to do with this."

"Easy for you to say when you're not the one who feels like a fool."

"Really? Because based on your reaction today, I'm feeling pretty damn foolish for ever admitting that I'm falling in love with you." He gets up off the floor, leaving me feeling chilled to the bone.

"Con..." I reach out, but he takes a step back.

My eyes sting from his rejection. It hurts.

“I’m not asking you to love me back. I don't expect that and I'm not sure if I ever will because I'm the furthest thing for lovable. I'm selfish, and rude, and don't know the first thing about being in a proper relationship with someone. But that doesn't mean I’m not willing to try for you if you let me."

How am I supposed to be angry at him when he thinks he is unlovable?

A pain rips through my chest at the thought of him talking about himself this way.

I get up off the floor and walk straight into his chest. His arms quickly wrap themselves around my waist, holding me even tighter.

"Just because you make selfish choices doesn't mean you're a selfish person. At least not completely."

This boy had been there for Belly, Steven, me and Jere for years without any kind of payback, especially when Susannah was going through her cancer and despite feeling an immense amount of pain himself, he shoved all his emotions aside so that he could be there for us. For me. If that isn't a selfless sacrifice, I don't know what is.

"Your logic is half-baked at best."

"So is yours, seeing as you called yourself unlovable."

His body tenses. "I'm stating facts."

"I don't know what bullshit your father told you over the years, but it's not true. Your brother loves you."

"He’s obligated to."

"No one is obligated to love someone else. Blood or not."

He takes a deep breath. "You're right."

I smile up at him. "I could get used to hearing those words."

He reaches up and cups my cheek. "Give me a chance and I'll tell you them every single day."

I sigh and look away. "I don't know.”

"Tell me what's stopping you."

"You don't do relationships."

“Good thing our feelings lead us here rather than our minds, and mine are willing to try then."

I avoid his penetrating gaze. "What if my feelings are telling me to run?”

“It's cute you think you can outrun me, but I'll give you a head start just to make things interesting." he smiles down at me.

"Do you always have an answer for everything?"

"Not for the one that matters most." The way he looks at me stirs up something deep inside of me.

Longing. I want to give him a chance, regardless of the potential fallout.

You might get hurt.

I might, but I might miss out on something special because I’m too afraid of the what ifs. I'm done being that person. Even if it means getting hurt, I'd rather try and fail than never try at all.

I stand on the tips of my toes and press my lips against his.

He holds me tight against his chest, as if he is afraid of letting me go.

I pull away, only to clasp onto his chin. "This could be a disaster, but I'm willing to try."

He shuts me up by pushing his lips against mine, sealing our new deal. The way he kisses me is different than any time before. He cups my face with the palms of his hands as his lips mold against mine, teasing me until I feel dizzy. His thumb brushes across my cheek back and forth, and heat rushes down my spine straight to my belly. He makes me feel cherished. Protected.

Loved in a way that makes me never want to come back down to reality.

I could spend forever being kissed like this and still feel like it isn't enough. While Conrad might not be the best with words, his kiss says it all.

He is falling in love with me. And I’m falling in love with him. No translation necessary.

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ahh i cant believe its finished omg😔💔...

anyways, onto the next one😍🙏

again please lmk what you think of this and please give me requests on what to do next!!

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying that I was worried a friend might be making his mental state worse

I (F18) and my now previous best friend (M18) have been friends since 7th grade, and graduated just last year. My friend has had mental issues for as long as we've been friends (anxiety, depression, DID) and has always been very, very drug adverse. Going as far as having drugs mentioned making him really uncomfortable for years and years. But this last year, our senior year, he started getting really friendly with the idea of starting to smoke. This caused an argument between us, as weed is known for causing mental issues to get worse, specifically its known for causing early onset psychosis, and considering he's had episodes similar before I was worried it would make things worse for him. He told me to step back and get out of his business. So I did.

About a month or so after this, he texted me and said that he was experiencing knee pain and asked if when I got to school (I was running late) if he could have some Tylenol, (I have a medical issue and I have to keep anti inflammatory's on my person or i risk paralyzation) and i said yes, because why wouldn't I, me and him have given one another over the counter pain meds all the time in the past. I had a brand new bottle of 250 pills of 500mg dosage, and well I was pulling out the bottle, I asked how many he wanted, (so I could give him one or two) but he asked if I could just hand him the bottle because both of us we're late to class and he didn't wanna be too late. And, as he's borrowed bottles of pain meds from me before for years, I said sure.

A little over an hour later I was called to the front office, where the bottle was placed onto the desk, and the administrator asked if it was mine, and I said yes, because it was my bottle of tylenol. and she gave it back to me, and told me to go back to class, I asked if my friend was in the nurses office or something, but she just told me to go to class. and that they dont give out medical information on students

I texted my friend asking what happened but he never answered, So at this point, I was freaking out. I texted his younger sister and asked if he was ok (we're also friends) but she didnt know that anything happened at all. At this point I entered a class I have multiple friends in and started having a meltdown worrying for the worst. his sister called their mom, and relayed to me that he was in the hospital. I poured out the entire bottle of tylenol and counted out every single one of them to find out that he took 12 500mg pills of Tylenol

I was called to the office again they had me give them all of my tylenol, and then they asked for any other drugs i had, I told them I don't have drugs, and then they confiscated my ibuprofen and the benydryl I keep on my person, and then because I kept them in my first aid kit, they confiscated my bandaids and neosporin.

he lived, was diagnosed with bpd, schizophrenia, and somethging else i dont remember. and there was a huge problem with the school, and they put me down as a drug dealer, made me do meetings with the student handler, called my parents. Its only the fact his mom didnt press charges that kept me from going to court. I suffered with severe guilt problems for months and months, relapsed into hurting myself, and it was just. bad. (months later, he went on to try to kill himself again, this time by overdosing on his perscribed anxiety meds in the school a second time)

during this time, he would start ghosting my messages, and when I asked him about it, he told me he wasn't mad at me, told me he didnt have any issues with me, he just felt bad we hadn't hung out in a while. So, I scheduled to hang out. and he cancelled. 5 times in a row. when driving a mutual friend home, I was discussing that I was frustrated, and worried about him. During this, I mentioned the argument we had about him smoking, and I mentioned that I thought it might be related to his mental state worsening. (he stopped smoking after the first suicide attempt) (and started smoking again a few monthes before the second attempt)

over the summer i would invite him to hang out several times, he declined every time, he invited me to hang out, but it felt like he intentionally planned for times he knew I couldn't make it for. (continualy on the day I work every week) Or on the few times we could. I would show up, and he would leave within the next 30 minutes, even if we had planed beforehand to be doing somethign for a while.

when I messaged him about 3 month ago (after three consecutive failed hang outs in a row) I found he had blocked me on everything. phone number, discord, instagram, tumblr. With no message, no word, didn't tell me at all what I did wrong or what hapened

just tonight I found out that he blocked me and wont interact with me because He says, that I said that it was his own fault that he tried to kill himself and that he was diagnosed with schizophrenia. (not what he said, he wont talk to me, I heard through third party source, so theres a chance that im not getting the message right)

I feel this isnt what I said at all. but, idk, I feel very guilty about it, I want to apologize to him. but I don't know how, its not like i can message him, and we dont ever see each other anymore because were graduated and doing different things.

am i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Ficlet-Supernova

Summary: After Apology Tour, Stolas reaches a breaking point

TW: self harm, depressive topics, talking down about self.

I am used to being alone. I just didn't think that I'd ruin everything trying to fix that.

Via stays at her mothers more than mine. She calls it "depressing", and I have to stifle a crude laugh because she's right. The palace half empty from her mothers' things gone, the covers on the furniture and the pictures. The unused ballroom. I never wanted to use that ballroom for its purpose, you know.

I wanted to host socialites of inventors and astrologers-people that I cared about. Not shallow people I've seen since childhood that come back to my home to ridicule me.

The first dinner with Via without her mother there, I explained that she would be living with both of us separately. And that it was so that we wouldn't fight.

I don't really know if I'm shielding her, delaying the inevitable, or just delaying the explanation of my emotions to the one person I've dedicated my whole life to. I love Via with all my heart. I know she's smart, and she'll eventually understand. But will she resent herself for everything I've given up for her? That is my biggest fear. I never want her to feel that way.

And still-I resent my own actions. Laying on this couch at another party I didn't want to come to while someone I poured myself out to for the first time is-what-justifying that night? Or is he apologizing?

I blink slowly and try to focus back in on his words.

"I just- this whole thing we had going-I mean you're a prince! Why would you ever want to be with someone like- with me?" He asks.

I try to avoid looking directly in his eyes. They've never looked so sad. I don't know what to feel right now. I feel-anger. I feel-sad. I feel-light and airy but I think that's the booze.

My words slur as they escape my beak, "Blitz, you want to know what I want? I want to be someone's, someone. I want to feel wanted!" I proceed to tell him, making a dramatic show of declaration.

Then he dares to reply, "Oh Stolas-thats-a romcom".

I groan and resist the urge to squak at him, "OH Fuck you. Point is, I want someone to look at me and think, you're the only one I want. I want to hold you, never let you feel so-", and why am I doing this again? He's never going to give me what I've wanted.

"YOU! Why are you here, I don't want you here go home please! Let me not feel so sad".

Here come the tears, again. I cover my face a take in a deep inhale, wiping them and composing myself. I am better than this. Aren't I? This would be so much better if I had my anxiety meds. Or more booze. Maybe more booze.

Suddenly a handsome incubus steps in and asks me to dance. Me?! That was...sudden. I look over to Blitz. He looks utterly dumbfounded and part of me wants to just choose on my own to go with him. But is Blitz feeling as much pain as I am? His hand gestures for me to go and I take the hint. I go without another word.

I look back at him and he covers himself with the tablecloth he was wearing moreso, and I almost feel guilt. Until the incubus is pulling me into the crowd, "Oh! I just thought we would dance on the side-woah! Hahaha", he knows what he's doing. I've never really danced for fun before. And never on my own really either. He twirls me and uses his wings to help and it's rather cute actually. Then he looks up at me with a look that I thought Blitz gave me once. A look of-longing. And he plants his lips upon mine.

At first I'm shocked, so forward. Then I let go. I melt into it and it's the first time I've ever done something like this with a stranger and the adrenaline rush is coursing through my blood. It invigorates me and I twirl our tongues, holding his head closer. I run my fingers up his hair and it's soft, and I squeeze. He takes well to this and pulls my waist closer with my cape, our bodies touching now.

And it would feel so so nice if it didn't feel so shallow. It's like there's this pit now, that Blitz has left. It's...it grows and-kind of like a star. It will continue to grow brighter until like a supernova, it explodes. I pull back from the incubus who I still haven't gotten his name, and hug myself. As if on que he pulls me to the side of the dance floor.

"Was that-alright your highness? I hope I didn't overstep", he says and I frown.

"The kiss was-great I just- think I need to go home", I reply. I open a portal and hesitate as he frowns. I kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you". And step through.

I can't sleep again. It's not like I've gotten much since the full moon anyway. I walk out onto the balcony and almost wish he was climbing it right now, that he'll hop over the side like he does and say something silly. And then we'll make amends and he'll kiss me and we'll hug tightly, falling onto the bed. Have we made amends? I can't quite tell.

One thing I do know is I miss him so much it hurts. I miss him and it hurts for so many different reasons. Something medicine or magic can't cure. I pull the blankets over my eyes and close them, hoping the darkness will pull me into sleep. Thankfully, it eventually does.

I wake with a pounding headache I know well. Walking over to my vanity I take pain medicine and down some electrolyte water that the Butler set out and hold the sides of my head. My mind is racing. About last night. About dancing and kissing that man. About missing Blitz.

I pull on a loose white blouse and cotton pants and finally look in the mirror. The feathers in the back are surely needing to be preened. They hurt.

The Butler peeks in and asks for my breakfast order but I wave him off, I don't feel I deserve food. I got my fill last night.

I still feel-floaty. Even though I know I'm no longer drunk. Like I could do something rash with no consequences. The Butler brings a tray of food anyway. I seethe as the sight of food makes me nauseous and put the tray near the door to be picked up later. Then I spy the knife.

Just a steak knife, nothing more. Probably sharpened recently. I take it and it's so light and small in my large hand. Like a pencil. I hold it like one and put the blade to my arm. I did this when I was a teenager, why not now? I'll just heal like I did back then. But emotionally-will I ever heal?

I squeeze my eyes shut and keep the blade at the same place near my flesh, my hand shaking a little. Why am I so scared? Why won't his face stop flashing in my mind?

I sob, the tears staining my shirt already as my other hand conjures a portal. I stumble through it and fall to my knees in front of wherever I've gone.

"...Stolas?!" Blitz says, running to my side from his desk and I can't look at him. But hearing his voice-it's like heaven.

"...Take this...from me..", I whisper and let the knife fall into his hand from mine and he slides it on the ground toward the other side of the room. Then he-hugs me?

I sob more and hold onto his arms and realize that he's sobbing too.

"I'm sorry", I say, something that always slips out when I do anything at all. Blitz takes my face in his hands and wipes my eyes with his sleeve, "Stolas don't, please. I'm sorry. I care about you so much please dont-im sorry", he says the words. The ones I've been waiting so long to hear. And it's like the fog clears. It's like, the light returns, and the supernova rewinds into a star.

[barzfrommarz]

Idk if you’re still doing this but if you are, can we please have some more headcannons? give me the good brain juice pls

I WILL ALWAYS DELIVER HEADCANONS <3

-His hair is really important to him. First it was about looking clean and tidy to fit the role of president but now having long hair serves as something he can use to ground himself with. He especially loves it when he gets the motivation to wash his hair and it’s all nice and soft

-He’s not a dog person, but if he had to have one it would be a dashund. He thinks their long backs are really funny and has since he was young

-Once chewed on a bass guitar string for no reason. In his words he would’ve chewed his own but they were too thin

-Still has panic attacks going into caves, tight places or anywhere too out on the open (he subconsciously thinks he will get spotted and killed)

-Has found that he will sleep better in unusual places so despite having a bed he will still sleep on the floor or in a chair or sometimes outside. It’s probably from when he couldn’t have the luxury of sleeping in his bed since he had to be alert and he grew used to the feeling of the ground and his tight uniform lulling him to sleep (if he could even get to sleep)

-Despite being transmasc, he still loves femme things but he suppressed it out of fear people wouldn’t see him as a man. One night he went to Las Nevadas and saw a bunch of drag king and queens and he finally got over his fears and now he sometimes does drag king makeup looks for fun (IM GONNA KEEP ON DANCING AT THE PINK PONY CLUBBBBBB)

-Gets triggered by buttons that he doesn’t know the purpose. He will genuinely refuse to enter a room because of this and people have to reassure him they won’t blow everything up

-In pogtopia he could barely keep anything down from anxiety and stress so he gradually stopped eating all together (and as a punishment which i’m p sure is canon) All he would ever eat are saltine crackers, potatoes and sometimes chicken if he bothered to go hunt for some

-His boots in L’manburg were platform boots. He made them that way so more people could see him when he spoke or gave commands during war. Everyone always wondered how he seemed to naturally good at running and walking in them but little do they know he had a goth phase and developed those skills then

-He braided c!fundys hair a lot when he was a kid so sometimes he will try to braid c!tommy’s hair even though his is too short to try and remember the bond he and his son used to have

-When the burger van is closed, he sings along to songs really loudly and he doesn’t like to admit that people can hear him screaming the lyrics to american idiot or some shit

-Has been journaling his life since he was about 9 years old. He still has every single journal he’s ever kept and he gave his one from when he was revived to c!tommy before he left to go home

-He ended up having to admit himself to a psychiatric facility soon after arriving home since he was really struggling to get better by himself and it’s one of the best decisions he can recall making in recent years. He’s doing a lot better now and is with the right therapists and on the right meds with the right accommodations

-Masked his autism so much that he genuinely laughed at his doctor when she told him he was autistic. It took him a while to accept himself and unmask

-He hallucinates a lot. Mostly his are audio and visual hallucinations and they really scare him. It’s makes it hard to talk and interact with people sometimes

-Massive pothead. He’s been smoking weed since he was 17 and while he doesn’t do it as much anymore, he does have a specific bathrobe he will go out into his yard to smoke in atleast once a week

-He scarily flexible. It freaks people out and he loves to mess with people by contorting into weird and strange positions

-He especially prefers ranged weapons after revival because swords trigger him. Once c!quackity pulled one on him out of anger during and argument and that’s the first and only time c!quackity has ever seen him go completely silent while arguing with him

-Has definitely written fanfiction before.

-Eats shit like chapstick or cigarettes just to spice his life up a little

-Swore he would quit drinking but he still raided c!phils fridge for beer a week after being revived and drank atleast 3 cans

-c!quackity never wanted to admit he was in love with c!wilbur so he kept on telling him that they weren’t together and all they were ever going to be were rivals with benefits and he ended up really hurting c!wilbur when he wanted to take their relationship further by saying this and it made c!quackity so upset with himself that he ended up ghosting c!wilbur when he came to apologize to him (KNEE DEEP IN THE PASSENGER SEAT-)

-Secretly collects fidget/stim toys and uses them when no one is looking. But unbeknownst to him everyone can hear him when he is mashing the keys down on a little keyboard fidget he bought for himself. (I headcanon him as HoH so if he doesn’t bring it up to his ear he can barley hear it)

-Secretly went to the pride events that las nevadas held because he had never been to any form of pride celebration or parade and he definitely cried (he won’t admit that)

KEEP THE ASKS COMING I WILM GET TO THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

[thebadgerclan]

Shots Fired: Part 3

Pairing: Alex Claremont-Diaz x Henry Fox

Summary: Recovery...

Part 1

Part 2

“You’re shitting me.”  “I am not, Mr. Claremont-Diaz.”  “Please, call me Alex.”  Emma, Alex’s nurse for the day, nodded.  “Alright, Alex, I am not.  Dr. Lewis wants you walking, so that’s what we’re going to do.”  Alex was hesitant.  He’d been shot only four days ago, and now they wanted him up and walking?  That seemed a bit…fast.  “I…” Alex began, trying to think of a valid reason he should stay in bed, other than that he was in pain and that he was scared.

“What if my organs fall out?” he asked, and Henry sighed.  The Prince hadn’t left Alex’s side longer than it took him to accept a takeout bag from one of the Service agents or to shower.  Alex’s recovery, while it was going smoothly, hadn’t been easy.  The numbness from surgery had given way to pain, requiring doses of his pain medication around the clock.  His surgical dressing needed frequent changes from the drainage, something the nurses assured him was normal, interrupting the sleep he was able to get, and his stitches had started to itch.

But so far, his kidney functions were holding steady, and his other labs looked good.  Alex’s incision, while it itched, showed no signs of infection either.  Emma smirked.  “I assure you, Alex, if your organs fall out, we have a team of wonderful physicians to put them back.  Physical therapy will be up in about an hour, and can come back in about a half hour to give you some pain meds, so they’ll kick in by the time they’re here.”

Alex hesitated.  He trusted his doctors and nurses, they knew more about these things than he did, but that didn’t erase his anxiety.  Emma pulled a chair closer and sat down, now eye-to-eye with Alex.  “I understand that you’re scared,” she said. “And I understand that you’re in pain.  But what I need you to understand is that you’re not doing this alone.  You have a whole team of people who are here to help you and support you.  I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I can promise you that we’ll keep doing everything we can to help you.”

“What if I fall?” Alex asked, and Henry thought he heard his heart break at how fragile his boyfriend sounded.  “We won’t let that happen,” Emma replied.  After a moment, Alex nodded.  “Alright,” he said.  “I’ll try.”  Emma smiled as she stood.  “Fabulous.  I’ll come give you some pain meds in a bit.”  She exited the room, and Henry took Alex’s hand, squeezing gently.  “You’ll be just fine, my love,” he said.  “I’ll be with you the entire time.”  Alex smiled, leaning forward slightly, which Henry had learned meant he wanted a kiss, which he gave happily.  

As promised, Emma returned to give Alex his meds, and about a half hour after that, the physical therapy team arrived.  They brought a walker with them, which Alex scoffed at, but was soon after convinced to use.  “It’s not permanent, dear,” Henry reminded, and Alex nodded.  Emma brought a second hospital gown for Alex to put atop the second and moved his IV bags and pumps onto a pole that could be moved around.

“Alright Alex,” Rob, one of the physical therapists said.  “We’re gonna have you sit up and pivot to the edge of the bed.  Then, Jess and I are going to stand on either side of you and help you to stand.  Sound good?”  Alex nodded, and Henry stood from his seat at Alex’s bedside.  “Is there anything I can do?” the Prince asked, and Jess, the other physical therapist, shook her head.

“Right now, it would be great if you just observed.  Watch how we support and walk with him, so once he’s steadier on his feet, you’re more comfortable helping him.”  Henry nodded, moving to stand in the doorway so the therapists had room to work.  Henry watched as Alex slowly moved to sit at the edge of the bed, and as Rob and Jess hooked an arm beneath Alex’s armpits and helped him to stand.

Alex groaned as he got to his feet, weakened from days in bed and still sore despite the pain meds.  But he was standing, gripping the walker before him, so he supposed that was progress.  “Alright,” Rob said.  “When you’re ready, we’ll take a few steps.  Move the walker forward about an inch or so, then step forward to meet it.”  Alex nodded, taking a few deep breaths before stepping forward.

It was slow going, but Alex made it to the door, where Henry was watching with a smile.  “You’re doing well, darling,” he praised, and Alex managed a smile.  “Why does it feel like I just ran a marathon?”  “Well, you were shot, for one, and you’ve been in bed for four days.”  Alex nodded, taking a few more steps.  Jess had wrapped a cloth belt around Alex’s waist, which she kept a firm hand on, in case he fell, Henry assumed.  But Alex was steady, if hesitant, and he walked halfway down the hall before he needed to pause for a break.

It was hard to see his normally confident, strong boyfriend so tired and weak.  To see how he was hunched over slightly as he walked, his face pinched with pain.  At the end of the hall, Henry pressed a kiss to Alex’s forehead, making him smile.  “I’m so proud of you, my love.”  Alex let his eyes shut for a moment as he caught his breath.  “Thanks, baby.  I love you.”  “I love you too.”

The physical therapists helped Alex walk back to his room, where he promptly fell back into bed for a nap.  “You did a fabulous job, Alex,” Jess said. “If you keep at it and get your strength back, I think you’ll get to go home sooner rather than later.”  Alex offered the physical therapists a smile before falling asleep.  Henry resumed his post at his boyfriend’s bedside, watching him sleep for a while before opening the book June had brought him.

When Alex woke, the evening sun was streaming through his window, and he rubbed his eyes.  “Hey,” he said, and Henry looked up, smiling.  “Hi love.  Good nap?”  Alex stretched, wincing when he pulled at his incision a bit.  “Yeah, how long was I out?”  Henry consulted his phone.  “Almost 4 hours.  You needed it, though.”  Alex nodded, reaching for the water pitcher on his bedside table.  Henry intercepted his hand, pouring some into a cup and handing it to him.

“I think your Mum’s going to speak soon,” Henry said, fiddling with the remote until the T.V. was on.  The screen showed a live feed of the Oval Office on one side, a newscaster on the other.  “...President Claremont is set to address the nation in moments, let’s listen in…”  Ellen entered the frame, seating herself behind the Resolute Desk, her hands folded atop the desk.

“My fellow Americans,” she began.  “I want to begin this address by thanking you.  Not as your President, but as a mother.  The outpouring of support you all have shown for my son has been heartwarming, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.  But my son was not the only one injured by this senseless act of violence.  7 other men and women were injured, and 3 were killed.  Angela Johnson, Brian O’Malley, and Alicia Smith.  They will not be forgotten, and they will not have died in vain.

“I will continue to fight to end this trend of violence in this country, and I will continue to urge Congress to pass gun control legislation.  You have my thoughts and prayers, yes, but you also have my word: I will do everything in my power to make shootings like this a thing of the past in this country.  Again, I thank you all for the support and love you have shown my family in this trying time, but please, do not forget the other victims of this tragedy.  Thank you, and God bless America.”

The camera cut, and the screen focused on the newscaster, who began breaking down Ellen’s speech.  Alex squeezed Henry’s hand, a smile on his face.  “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that my mom’s the president,” he said.  “Like, she yells at me for not folding my underwear one second, and be on the phone with the Spanish Prime Minister the next.”  Henry nodded, completely understanding the sentiment.

“I guess I should post something more than a selfie, huh?” Alex asked, and Henry nodded again.  “I think so, love.”  Alex did, a simple post reading “Thank you all for the love and well-wishes.  I’m resting and recovering, and I hope to be back to my usual self soon.”  June and Nora came to visit that evening, bringing a bag of food from Alex’s favorite Mexican place (after clearing it with Emma and Dr. Lewis), and they spent the night as they would any other: sharing stories, making jokes, and simply enjoying themselves.

Over the next few days, Alex continued to make great strides in his recovery.  He continued his walks in the halls, getting to the point that he was stable enough to walk with Henry’s hand on his arm and Emma or Zack’s supervision.  His strides were longer and he was moving faster.  Alex was needing less pain medicine, and his labs looked fabulous.  On day 10 of Alex’s hospital stay, Dr. Lewis entered his room and delivered some much-anticipated news.

“You’re going home, Alex,” she said, holding a clipboard.  “We’ll send you home with a prescription for pain medicine, and you’ll have to take it easy for a while–avoid straining or lifting heavy objects for at least 4 weeks–make sure you’re resting and drinking lots of fluids.  You’ll have your stitches removed in about a week, but you can have that done at your PCP’s office.  You’ll be following up with me as well as a kidney specialist, but you’ve made a fabulous recovery so far.”

Alex smiled, shaking the doctor’s hand.  “Thanks, Doc,” he said, taking the clipboard she offered and signed the papers, eager to get out of here.  Henry stood and shook Dr. Lewis’ hand as well.  “Thank you so much,” he said, and Dr. Lewis smiled.  “You are very welcome,” she replied.  “But I don’t want to see you here again unless it’s to bring me flowers, got it?”  Alax laughed.  “Yes ma’am,” he said, giving her a mock salute.

Dr. Lewis collected her paperwork and left, leaving Alex to dress.  “So,” he said, pulling a t-shirt over his head.  “I guess you’re heading back to London?”  Henry gawked as he helped Alex to pull a pair of sweatpants over his hips.  “Darling, are you mad?  I’m not going anywhere.”  “You’re staying?”  Henry sat on the edge of the bed at his boyfriend’s side, taking both of his hands in his.  

“Of course I am, Alex.  There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you.  I love you.”  “I love you too, baby,” Alex replied, resting his head on Henry’s shoulder.  “So, all I had to do was get shot to get you to visit?”  Henry sighed, playfully shoving Alex’s shoulder gently.  “You are a menace, you know that?”  “Yeah, your menace.”  Henry barely suppressed a smile.  “Yes, you’re my menace.”

They were transported back to the White House in The Beast, the presidential limo outfitted with bulletproof glass and hermetically sealed doors and windows.  “Is there really a bag of your blood in here?” Henry asked, making Alex laugh.  “Well, it’s Ma’s blood type, but it’s the same as mine, so yeah.”  Once in the Residence, Alex was swept into a near bone crushing hug by Ellen, who he knew was only holding back because of his injury.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there more, Sugar,” she said, kissing his forehead.  “It’s alright, Ma,” he replied.  “You’ve got a country to run.”  Ellen embraced Henry next before letting them retire to Alex’s room, where Alex immediately curled up on the bed.  Henry crawled over to him, resting his head on Alex’s chest.  “I love you,” Alex whispered, and Henry snuggled closer.  “I love you too, darling.” Henry nodded off shortly after, and Alex seized the opportunity to take a selfie of the two of them: Henry sleeping on Alex’s chest, Alex with a soft smile on his face.  He posted it when he woke from his own nap, simply captioned: Home sweet home.

[elizabethplaid]

Tired after a long day - April 23, 2024

Woke to morning greetings around 7ish, then fell back asleep before 9. Had specifically set my alarm to 10:30. Snoozed a few times but did wake. But then, I was having anxiety shakes - specifically, the kind that are like my muscles seizing involuntarily, like doing stomach crunches. Did my best to breathe and talk myself through it. Sometime after noon, I was able to get out of bed. (Moscow helped a bit, too. I fought harder against the shaking, so I wouldn't squish her.)

Lots lots lots of talking myself through each step. I got through it all okay, but it felt so rough. More play-by-play commentary below the cut.

Took meds at home; got food at the gas station; was right on-time. Breakfast-lunch was decent, though not ideal: cinnamon bun-twist and a blueberry scone, plus a bottle of Dunkin iced coffee and my usual soda.

Put on this video of ADHD music (uses isochronic tones) as soon as I started up my computer. It's a strong but soothing rhythm, without being too harsh. Very good for regulating myself, setting a steady pace.

I had Since (my bear) and my Woolrich sweater with me, so I spent a lot of the day just hugging her and trying to resist doing stomach crunches. (It's very rare that I do those while not in bed, if I get them at all.)

The fluorescent lights were harsh on my eyes. After I was able to calm down, maybe after 2 hours-ish, I was okay to have my eyes open.

Managed some limited small-talk with some folks. LL-J is always easier to talk to, though she gave me space to calm myself. Nearly tripped on my laptop's power cord, as I got up to shelve some books, oops.

LL-J went home not long after 4, and I said I'd be good til closing (6pm). Well, I made it to just before 5pm, and my body said it wanted me to go home, like I said earlier. (I don't like being in the bathroom for a long time if there's no one else in the library/building.)

Got home and got settled. Had to lay down after, because I felt so unnerved and tired from earlier in the day. Texted a couple friends to tell them what happened. Said I was getting my "socialization quota" (paraphrased) by checking in with them, which is true.

I kinda wanted to "brag" about how well I weathered the anxiety, though I wasn't ready to post to tumblr yet. I'll be bragging again tomorrow in counseling. I scheduled -that- for a phone appointment even before I left the house! Woo! LL-J joked about giving me a gold star sticker for my accomplishments, but I really did feel good about weathering it all today. It's still tough to appreciate it when you're -right- in the middle of things, though.

So yeah, laid in bed for a couple hours, mostly reading alien romance novels. Finished one and started another (the 3rd and 4th in the series). I love how each book focuses on a different couple that is aboard this space ship. So they all know one another and interact with each other. The ML of the 4th book was a close friend of the FLs in the 2nd and 3rd books (sisters), and now we get to see him shine. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, that they're interconnected but not completely blood-related.

[I don't know if there's an over-arching title for the series, but it's by Nancey Cummings, on the Readict app. The titles are Paax (1), Kalen (2), Mylomon (3), and Vox (4). I think #5 goes back to Paax, and then there's 5 other dudes' stories. They're usually about 20-25 chapters. The stories are set in war, with the continuous themes of medical experiments, eugenics, and human-alien... *ahem* "relations". Vox is my fav so far, because he's an otaku for human culture and very friendly.]

[ladytauria]

hey liv sorry in advance i am nosy

🍓🐇🧃🪐🍬🦷🦋🦴🪲

dont be sorry! i enjoy nosy uwu

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

hmm

i was 12. my favorite tv show at the time was this old disney cartoon, "super robot monkey team hyper force go" (abbreviated as SRMTHFG or SRMTHG. i prefer the first but plenty of people use the second.) it was canceled after its 4th season and, uh. the ending was SO bad. like, major major cliffhanger.

anyway, i was looking up... i don't even remember at the time. and i discovered deviantart, and i discovered this person's OCs. read a lot about them, including some fanfic, and then eventually discovered fanfiction.net

i didn't realize what it was at first; i thought it was just a writing in general site? and i was like oh! i can share the book i'm working on! (i have been trying to write a novel since i was 10). and then as i was looking into where i would post it, i realized what it actually was. (no, the title didn't give it away. idk why.)

so then i was like oh!!! this is really cool actually!!! and i wrote my first fanfic xD

that was in 2011? so i was 12, almost 13.

and i've been reading & writing fic ever since~

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

okay so this is a tough question

bc like

i love love love love love second person.

like.

*adore* it.

second person, present tense is my absolute fave, but past tense is good too. (i have written an entire sapphic little mermaid retelling [12k words i think] in second person. uh, it needs revisions but it's a full draft. i opened it it the other day and im still so proud of it uwu)

howEVER. outside of writing second person w/o ever explicitly naming the pov character i have not actually written a reader-insert? so for that reason alone i will have to say 'prefer writing oc's'

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before

uhh

hm

i'm a chronic oversharer (mostly in the tags) so that's kind of tough!

ah! since my grandmother's memory issues started, i've been doing about half of the cooking (it's been a bit of a battle, as she keeps trying to do everything xD) and i've cooked a lot of new things this year!! i've gotten very good at cooking pork chops. which 🤔 now that i bring that up, i might make friday! or tonight, but they're still in the freezer, so...

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

my grandmother's memory situation has improved a lot!! it's still not great, but like. strides ahead of where we were 7-8 months ago!

my anxiety has been much kinder to me this year <3 i've made some very lovely friends this year~

mmm, oH, my energy levels have been fantastic this year. i didn't realize just how bad they had gotten until i started these new meds, and now i'm just. <333 much better.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

hm

idk if i have any unpopular opinions...? i mean. i'm sure i must, but... nothing immediately comes to mind ^^;

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

hmmm

recently been trying to get in the habit of summarizing what i want to do before i start writing. it makes the process much easier, if ik a bit about what i want to do before going in?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

i am much better at being patient than i ever gave myself credit for in the past <3

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?

i can't think of one piece in particular, as the places i find inspiration are. all over the board?

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

picked a wip from my open tabs at random! funnily enough this is also the one i ended up doing for the emoji ask xD

it's also almost triple what this asked for but once i started writing i couldn't stop <3

He swallows, staring up at Tim. Jason has had plenty of practice reading people through a domino, but. He has no reference for the look Tim is giving him now. Only that it— That the feeling it gives him is… is new and strange. He has no name for it, the way his stomach feels fluttery and tight, his scalp and fingers tingling. His mouth opens—but all that escapes is a stuttery puff of air. That’s okay. He doesn’t know what he was going to say anyway. Tim hooks a gloved finger under his chin; tipping his face up. He leans in, slowly—so slow that Jason— There’s nothing keeping him there. He could run. Turn away. But he feels caught, feet anchored in place. Tim’s mouth touches his, and all thought leaves him. Jason has never been kissed before.

[ writers truth or dare ask game ]

[ashe-delta-manic-mumblings]

Happy Birthday, Ashe

I tend to name my demons. Gives 'em personality, and when you can address them by name, and lets you specifically call them out when they try to bother you.

Not all demons are bad, of course. Some are just misunderstood, with good intentions. Some are straight up good to you.

I'd call the transgender part of myself a "demon". Her name is Ashe. It wasn't always Ashe, but it is now.

Ashe laid dormant for over 17 years. The first time I saw her was in 2017, in junior year of high school. She worried me, terrified me, mystified me. She was set on destroying my life from the inside and making me, no, her, into the person she wanted to be.

I agreed. This gender shit was stupid anyways (at least, that's what she told me).

For three years, she was in charge. She had a plan for life, one that required secrecy and staying vigilant. She promised me that as long as she was in the lead, she'd take both of us to a better place. Just make sure to not make too many friends, and have as little connections as possible. Get a job as soon as possible and run. Run and never look back.

Little did I know she was in cahoots with Susie (the demon of anxiety and depression, of course).

Three years later, she quit. She failed, and gave up.

I stopped hearing from her. My closest friends, those who helped me find her in the first place, knew she existed. I couldn't just pretend that she wasn't a part of me anymore. Yet to me, it was as if she never existed. I stopped hearing her whispers, her promises.

Even if that spark was gone, I couldn't give up. I wasn't allowed to, at this point. I had told my family about her at this point, so even if she was gone, I can't back out now. So I carried this façade of still having Ashe within me, because it was easier for everyone.

I think part of me wanted to believe she was still there. She rubbed off on me, after all (I mean, she was me).

I was always caught up on how hard Ashe's dream was to start. Find a doctor. No, one wasn't enough, you might need a couple. Get their signatures, go beg for meds. Don't forget the waiting list. So I gave up. I'd say I'd love to, but it was too difficult, so I shrugged it off. Future me's problem.

It's always future me's problem.

A year ago, I made a brash decision. Even if Ashe was all but a distant memory, I decided to take a long shot. Scheduled an appointment with Planned Parenthood to see how they could get me started in this path Ashe wanted to work so hard for. See if her dream was worth realizing.

April 27th, I entered the online meeting and signed some documents. The next day, I was holding the pills she tried so hard for her to get.

A long forgotten memory spoke out to me, holding the pill bottle I'd grow to become familiar with in the coming year. A voice I thought who had died, and was long since buried.

She cried out to me, laughing. "It was that easy?"

I couldn't help but laugh as well. All that work I was afraid of was that simple, it was such a cruel punchline. Her dream, no, our dream, was in my hands. All from an appointment I made on a whim.

It was refreshing to see her again, I wanted to cry. Holding that pill bottle was the happiest I've ever been in years.

I told her to wait just a bit longer. It wouldn't be long until she could have the helm again, but we should only do it when we're ready, the both of us. She agreed. She knew I wasn't long for this world after all. She's used to waiting. Another year or two is nothing to her.

A month into taking meds, she started pointing out the little things she was noticing. She seemed giddy. I was glad.

Three months in, Evelynn (the demon of lust, obviously) quit. That was pretty weird, but Ashe didn't seem to mind. It was a side effect of the meds, and shrugged it off. Bit of a shame, I liked Evelynn, but also I didn't need her or anything. Anything to see Ashe's dream realized.

5 months in I abandoned he/him pronouns. They didn't feel right anymore.

About seven months in, Ashe didn't like my name anymore. I was inclined to agree, as it felt weird to still be attached to it. I started researching names over and over to no avail, nothing ever stuck. Ashe suggested to just name myself after her. Worked for me. It would be her vessel soon, anyways.

Nine months now, and Susie started throwing fits. Couldn't figure out for the life of me why, but Ashe had a theory, that it was her. Can Ashe even do that? Turns out, yes, taking Estrogen can give you period like symptoms. Ashe was strangely excited about this. I guess she cherishes the little things. I loved that part about her.

Finally, yesterday, laying in bed, she spoke to me. Or rather, I spoke to her. I guess the lines between us were blurring at this point.

Her birthday was coming up. April 28th, the day I started taking the meds. I wanted to celebrate for her, how far our dream has come, even if it's little by little. We weren't nearly done yet, but to make it this far after the both of us have given up was an achievement in and of itself.

I called it Ashe's birthday, but that wasn't right. Ashe's birthday, well, my birthday, was on the 7th of July.

I looked down at my arms, Ashe's arms, my arms. Then the legs, Ashe's legs, my legs.

I got up and looked in the mirror, I needed to see something.

Ashe's face. My face.

That sly dog. I knew I said that she could take the wheel when the both of us were ready, but it snuck up on me. The old me had been gone for a long, long time now.

It wasn't some sudden outburst, or huge revelation, like I figured it would be. I didn't just decide to cast away my old self in a spectacle unique to me. It was a slow burn, over the course of a year, into a new person unrecognizable to who I was when I started.

I laughed, and maybe even cried. I was Ashe. It wasn't a dream. It was a reality. I wasn't "going to be transgender", going to do it in the future. It wasn't future me's problem.

I just was.

Ashe simply smiled. It wasn't the first one I've seen, and heaven knows it won't be the last. She was seeing her dream realized right in front of her eyes, and only now have I noticed it.

How cliché.

I know Ashe isn't done yet. We've only gotten started.

She, no, I seemed giddy at the prospect. This journey that we worked so hard for was just beginning.

I wonder if that demon from over 5 years ago is happy with the results of today. Probably not, to be honest. We were young, and dreamers. But now that I see it in real time, we can't help but be mystified, like I was in junior year when I first saw her. She helped me become this, to better fit her image, my image.

Thank you Ashe, and happy early birthday. Here's to the rest of our lives together.

[thestarsofpines]

Dinah was not usually one to feel unprepared.

She took all aspects of her job seriously, and accordingly researched what she would need to know. Especially when it came to counseling the junior league - each member of the team was unique and as such had unique difficulties they were facing, both on and off missions. She did her best not to overstep boundaries when working with any of them, and resolved to respect their choices, even if she disagreed with some of them.

Right now, she was wishing she'd pushed a little further to get to know Phantom, who while had agreed to some private sessions with her had revealed so little information that right now Dinah was unsure of the best way to help the young hero.

Kaldur'ahm had sent an emergency message so quickly after the young atlantean had zeta'd back to the mountain that at first Dinah and the others wondered if it was a mistake of some kind. Most of the team had already checked in after the rough missions they'd been sent on, the only two left being Wally and Phantom. Immediately, she and the other members of the league who were leading the operation were concerned, and she wasted no time in opening the alert. It simply asked for Black Canary specifically, and gave no further information. She quickly took the med kit handed to her and ran to the nearest zeta tube, unquestioning of why they requested her but felt ready to expect the worst.

One panicking young hero, while not the first she's had to help, was not quite what she expected.

Phantom was pressed against the back wall, positioned in what had to be a painful crouch with his head between his legs and hands wrapped around his arms. With alarm Dinah noticed that a green substance trickled out from cuts along the teen's arms that stood out against the torn black fabric of Phantom's suit. His hands weren't just gripping his arms but were clawing at his skin, the tips of his gloves pierced by nails that Dinah knew weren't usually that long.

Kaldur'ahm stood in the center of the mission room with the communications interface up, and looked to her as soon as she exited the zeta tube. Dick was beside him, and spread between the pair and Phantom were the rest of the team, with Wally being closest to the teen currently in distress. Most were frozen in shock, though Dinah did notice M'gann also in a state of distress, likely due to her telepathic abilities causing her to feel whatever emotions Phantom was, hopefully to a lesser extent. She'd have to help the young martian through helping Phantom first.

"Black Canary," Kaldur'ahm acknowledged her first, his voice unsure but attempting to be solid. "We don't know what happened-"

"He told us he didn't want to use the zeta tube!" Wally interrupted with a yell. "We convinced him it'd be fine and he said he'd try but-when we arrived he just started freaking out and scrambled back from all of us."

Faintly, Dinah could hear Phantom whispering under his breath, but it was almost like static to her ears, and she couldn't make any words out.

"Something about the tube's triggered a panic or an anxiety attack," She stated, her voice calm as she took the situation in. It was her best assumption, based on what she saw and heard. Even if Phantom wasn't human, the symptoms he was displaying were close enough that she hoped human methods would help him. "It was good for you all to contact me. Now, if you could all give him some space."

Immediately the teens all backed away, thankfully moving slowly. Dinah noted that Phantom did not react outwardly; he likely had lost awareness to anything outside of his mind. Her first concern was she needed to get him to stop clawing himself - she feared he wasn't even aware he was doing it, and with how little she knew of his powers didn't know how much damage he could do if not stopped. She took the time to slowly set down the medkit by her feet, knowing it'd be needed eventually but first she needed to calm the teen before she could treat him.

"Phantom," She started by stating his name, still a good distance away from him. "Can you hear me?"

She could still hear the whispering static coming from the teen, and no pause occurred.

"I'm going to come closer to you, Phantom. If you can hear me and don't want me to, you can tell me to stop."

When she received no response, she took a few steps towards the young hero, cautious of making him further panicked. The last thing she wanted was for him to use his invisibility or intangibility and run. As she approached she watched the rest of the team group together around M'gann towards the entryway. Thankfully, the distance seemed to help the young martian, as her look of distress lessened. Good.

"Phantom, I'm going to pause in front of you. You can tell me if I'm too close to you." She continued, though still she detected no change in the whispering static. She tried not to let her concern show as she crouched down to be at the same height as Phantom. "I'm right in front of you now, Phantom. Can you look up for me?"

The young hero's head tilted slightly up from where he was curled in on himself; it wasn't much, and he was still making incoherent static noise, but Dinah allowed herself a breath of relief. Slowly, he seemed to be coming out of it.

"I'm going to grab your hands, Phantom. You can pull away if you need to." She said as she reached out slowly. She was cautious; normally, she wouldn't try to handle someone this out of it, but the green substance, which she figured was the teen's version of blood, was starting to drip further down his arms and she really needed to stop him from digging his claws in further. Up close, she noticed his hands were shaking, but also were moving jerkily up and down slightly, like he was attempting to rub his exposed skin as if to warm himself.

Carefully, she placed her right hand over his left - it was cold to the touch, not that it was much of a surprise. They knew Phantom usually felt cold, and almost extruded an aura of chill air when anyone got close enough to him. But right now it was like touching ice - a biting, painful cold that Dinah had to hold back an instinctual hiss at.

Maybe he was trying to warm himself.

When the teen didn't react to her touch, she placed her other hand over his, and gently started to pull his wrists down and away from his arms. There was only slight resistance at first, and quickly she was able to lower his hands, now claw-less she noticed, down to his sides.

"Phantom, can you hear me?" She tried asking again.

"I'm sorry."

Relief flooded Dinah's chest - progress. Phantom's voice was soft, and still had a static quality to it, but she heard it, and hoped it was a sign that he could hear her, and not a fear response.

"It's okay, Phantom," She stated calmly, still holding his wrists loosely. Faintly, she was aware of Wally moving closer to the two of them, and she slowly nodded her head in allowance. She didn't want him to get too much closer, just to be safe, but now that Phantom seemed to be coming around, it might be easier to have another set of hands.

"Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

Slowly, the teen raised his head further. His eyes avoided hers, and he was blinking back tears, but he cautiously moved his gaze around the room, consciously taking details in. She waited patiently, and it soon became clear that he wasn't going to verbalize what he saw but was listing them mentally. Then Phantom nodded and his gaze focused onto her.

"Thank you, Phantom," She said, "Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

She waited again as his attention seemed to shift inward, likely focusing his attention on his hearing. Another nod was given a few moments later.

"Alright, three things you can touch."

Ever so slightly, Dinah felt Phantom's hands twitch and she nearly pulled away, but the motion was slight and didn't give resistance to her touch, so she kept her grip gentle. She did notice the slight layer of frost now covering the floor and wall behind Phantom; that was a power to remember for later. Probably explained his temperature.

The teen nodded once more, and she smiled softly. "Excellent. Now, two things you can smell?"

The tremors that had been rocking his body were slowing, and Dinah could hear the deeper breaths Phantom took to comply with her request.

"You're doing great, Phantom," She continued, "Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Phantom made a slightly disgusted face, some color returning to his pale complexion. She resisted letting out a sigh of relief, the reaction human and familiar. Still, it meant whatever he tasted had to be unpleasant, and she hoped it didn't mean he was injured internally.

"Are you feeling better now?" She asked, a little wary.

"...Yeah." Came a quiet response - and that was all it took for Wally to rush in closer, snagging the medkit and digging into it quickly. Dinah held her tongue to not reprimand him, knowing he just wanted to help as best as he could. Still, she let go of one of Phantom's wrists to reach over and place a hand over the speedster's.

"Let me handle this a little longer, Kid Flash," She said, sternly but kept her face soft. "I'll let you and the others know if more help is needed."

Wally frowned, but nodded and scooted back until he had space to stand up.

"I'll-We'll...We'll just be over...there..." He said before he stepped backwards until he stood by Dick. Dinah nodded at the group and inclined her head towards the entrance. She meant her word - she'd call for them when they were needed. Right now, she thought Phantom might appreciate some privacy.

"Thank you." She responded as the group slowly exited the room. She waited until their footsteps faded before turning back to Phantom. He sat, still pressed against the wall, but his legs were stretched out and relaxed, and he had his head tilted back to stare at the ceiling. He let out a long, raspy sigh.

"I take it you're not gonna let me get away without talking about it." He stated, and his voice felt heavy with exhaustion. Dinah frowned slightly, only a little worried that she would push the teen too far, but he was right. The zeta tubes were a vital mode of transport for missions; Phantom wouldn't always be able to fly to where he was needed, especially in emergencies. No, this was something they'd need to get a handle on.

"I'm afraid not." She answered honestly, and settled into a more comfortable seated position. "However, we can move this to somewhere more comfortable, if you'd like."

"...Yeah, that'd be good. And um, if you could pass me the medkit I can-"

"I'll patch you up, once we settle wherever you'd like to go." Dinah interrupted, unwavering in her conviction.

"...Okay."

Danny, the Young Justice member snippet nr 2

these snippets aren't connected in anyway but just some little scenes I came up with, everyone is welcome to build up on them if they want to

Trigger warning: death mentioned, self-harm mentioned, idk, Danny gets flashback to portal incident

unrelated snippet nr 1, unrelated snippet nr 3 (?)

Out, out, out.

He tripped over his own legs and almost fell and it didn’t matter because he needed to get out. 

Away, away, away. 

He wasn’t sure if he ran or flew or dragged himself on the rough floor but he had to get away. His back hit a wall and he couldn’t get past it, intangibility just out of his grasp.

He logically knew that Zeta Tube wasn't the same as the portal but it was similar. So deadly similar.

He wasn’t sure when his own, corps-like, trembling with rigor mortis cold hands started rubbing his arms. He also wasn’t sure whether it was to comfort himself in this lonely self-hug or to try to rub hard enough that the hazmat and skin underneath would be torn, allowing him to see his own, red blood running in his veins. It was still red, right? It was still red, right? Of course it was still running, why wouldn’t it?

His knees gave up. He fell to the ground with quiet reverbatting thump, his eyes fixated on danger at the other side of the large room. He had to get further away but he couldn’t.

Because he was dying again.

Eyes full of tears and terror were jumping around, unable to see the room around him. Why couldn’t he see anything? Why were there only splashes of various colors, all contrasting with a light gray background. Were these people? Colors were moving, that seemed likely. Ghosts?! He had to get ready if these were ghosts he needed to fight them. People could be in danger and he couldn’t even stand without support. He started it, he had to take care of it, no matter how he felt right now.

His normally overly, unnaturally sensitive ears were filled with constant electric buzz from still active Zeta Tubes.

He was quite sure someone was yelling something but no matter what, Danny couldn’t understand what was being said. He tried looking around again but his teary eyes still failed him. There were no red stains though. Not in the right shade at least. No one was bleeding. It was okay for now.

Was it really? He hadn’t bled when he was dying had his accident though. It was all inside him, the crushing hollowness inside him and infinite outside pressure making his body implode. Ectoplasm bubbling in his mouth, throat, stomach and fingers, silencing his scream of agony and destroying his muscles. His limbs were limp and tense, twitching like a broken light bulb, out of his control but not out of his senses. It was so cold that it bit his bones and so hot that his skin was melting. There were screams so loud that it could shatter glass, as if every inhabitant of the Ghost Zone wanted to be heard and absolute suffocating silence. He was alone like nobody ever was and stuck in a stifling crowd that could stomp him to death any second. It was all contrasting, impossible but happening, existing together. He lived died it.

It was impossible, just like him.

There were others, they could help while Danny got himself together.

They couldn’t help if it was a ghost. He had to calm down and get ready to fight.

He couldn’t.

It was all happening again.

He was dying again.

It hurt to even think about.

Would it at least kill him for good?

Air he hadn’t needed before, not since his first death he always needed, like all functioning, alive human beings, got stuck in his lungs. He was gasping for it, choking on it. There was something stuck in his throat. SOme part of his brain that wasn’t screaming in agony and panic and loneliness had considered tearing his neck open just to get whatever was stuck swallowing but it didn’t help. 

He rubbed his arms harder. His eyes were locked on a blurred, still active portal. One of the color blobs moved, growing larger but he couldn’t think about what it meant. His arms hurt. It was good. Pain was grounding. In a gray room with few portals. Not the basement. Ghosts still could be there but it wasn't a basement. He still needed to get ready to fight

If he could feel pain, it meant he was alive, right? Ghosts never showed that they felt pain right? His parents always said they couldn’t.

He knew it was a lie but he felt like it was his last hope.

He realized that growing group of colors actually looked like a person but he had no way to tell whether they were alive or not. His ghost sense was quiet but he didn’t trust himself to not miss it. His throat was still shut tightly. His body kept twitching like a glitching character. No matter what, he couldn’t fight right then. He had to get himself together.

He scratched his arms almost violently.

Warm, soft, gentle hands pried his palms away from his arms. It wasn't a ghost. Ghosts weren't this gentle, this calmingly warm. Someone, someone who was alive, was crouching in front of him, face at the same level as his, hiding portals from his sight. Danny nearly sunk into their gentle touch.

“-om." their voice also was so gentle, filled with concern but firm enough to get to him over the buzz of portals. He tried to concentrate on this voice. He didn't want to hear portals.

"-ntom." It sounded like they were calling someone. He had to focus more to understand. Gentle grip on his wrists got more firm. There he was. He wouldn't feel it if he was dying again.

"Phantom." They called quietly, like little windbells Sam gave him as a birthday present. It was his name, they were asking him something he couldn't understand, something he couldn't do.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sure if any sound came out of his mouth.

Grip on his hands loosened a little, not enough for him to do anything about it, but enough to return to the pure feeling of safety and reassurance it gave him before.

“It's okay Phantom." they murmured. Danny nearly cried at their kindness and calmness. Air slowly started to fill his lungs again. It truly was okay, he wasn't dying again."Can you focus on five things you can see for me?"

He could do it. It wasn't much to repay the gentle person kneeling in front of him.

He blinked tears away and started the list in his head.

Black Canary in front of him.

Superboy in the middle of the room. He looked like he didn't know what to do.

Kid Flash next to him, ready to come to where Danny was shaking on the floor.

Robin and Artemis both made sure that Kid stayed where he was.

Miss Martian for sure feeling his panic and having trouble coping with this. He should calm down as soon as he can, he didn't want to cause any of his teammates too much stress.

Danny nodded, looking once again at the only adult hero in the room.

Molecules in his body were rearranging again. It all hurt.

"Thank you Phantom. Can you focus on four things you can hear?"

Five racing heartbeats.

One heartbeat that sounded more like buzz because of its speed. KF's heart was always weird.

Tapping of someone's feet.

Zeta Tubes.

He had been in the portal again, it had turned on with him inside again. He was dying again.

Next cautious nod.

"Alright. Now three things you can touch." Black Canary still sounded so calm, so sure she had it all under control. So contrary to her panicked heart. Danny wanted to believe her voice.

Canary's hands still on his wrists. In fact she was touching him more than he was her, but it still counted. There was some physics rule about it.

Cold stone he was sitting on. Weird, he was sure this cave was heated.

Hard wall pressing on his spine.

"Excellent. Two things you can smell?"

Jazz had done same exercise with him before.

Cookies made by Megan before she went on a mission.

Ectoplasm. Somewhere there was ectoplasm that wasn't inside him. He couldn't smell his own ecto. But there was no ghost in the cave. His sense was silent. It was there somehow else. It was concerning but not enough to make him panic again. They could handle it.

His lungs were still aching but air started filling them nearly as much as it did normally. His limbs stopped shaking so much too. He knew he wasn't dying this time. He was calming down.

"You're doing great Phantom. Now think, what's one thing you can taste?"

Aftertaste of ectoplasm he spat between the rough fight and the moment when Kid Flash rushed him to the nearest Zeta Tube, talking about medical attention. Danny tried to tell him, he didn't need that but he was inside before his explanation left his mouth.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," It was all he was able to say at the moment. He truly felt better but that didn't mean good. It was only a little less bad than shitty, one step from fully dead.

I considered writing continuation with Danny explaining a bit what happened and how he even ended up in Zeta Tube but a) lost spark to rewrite it b) hated what already had But if you want, I can probably rub my remaining two braincels together and continue. Or someone else can. Do it if you want to. Do it. Do it

[lycanthrotea]

Akua and Videl visit Odd

“Did I prevent our house from partially catching fire yes, was extremely badass of me absolutely, but it is also definitely not worth the story I got from it. The second worst rebound of my life coupled by record high heat nights?  Well probably not as bad as what you’re feeling.”

“M? I mean yeah that sounds.. “

Odd had trouble dragging himself up. He’d been trying to pay attention, after all, he much felt better with Akua and Videl’s visit and enjoyed talking with them. The drowsiness began to make it difficult but he wanted to continue.

“Congratulations Vivi,” Akua leaned playfully on Videl, “Your story was so long he almost fell asleep.”

“Thanks.” Videl said to Akua flatly, not a moment before Odd piped up, indignantly but still papibly tired

“No I didn’t!”

“Almost! It’s ok you can say he talks too much.. I’m kidding!” She said responding to Odd’s immediate annoyed look, “Videl is fun and that’s why I date and/or tease him.”

“Or?” he said playing along.

“A-Ny-Ways!” Akua began loudly with a playful  pushing away of her boyfriend, “We’ve been here a bit and you’ve already had dinner, meds ,aaand visiting hours are almost over. I imagine you’re feeling pretty tired right now. So maybe we should call it here and pick up again tomorrow?”

“What?! Augh… come on just a bit longer- it’s so boring over here..”

“Weeeeell Videl, needs to get more interesting stories and I need to find some jokes that don’t get you guys giving me a nasty look.”

“But hey, we’ll try to come back a bit earlier tomorrow if you’re up for it.” Odd seemed to almost curl up with a quiet, and exhausted “Fine.” It wasn’t hard for Akua and Videl to pick up his particular and unusual upsetness, they kind of expected something like that to show itself at some point. He was out most of the day before, but when Akua came to check on him he had apparently been so terrified and disoriented he had become quite violent and left a few bad scratches on a couple nurses. The last hour or so he seemed rather normal- tired, complaining about how boring and annoying the hospital setting was, but he didn’t really bring up anything that alluded to that, or show too many signs of unusual anxiety, he actually relaxed quite a bit with their prescense, but their needing to leave seemed to strike something in him.

“Or we could come separately so you have more time with either of us!”

“Mmhm..” Oddmund felt himself sinking back into the oppressive anxiety being here gave him. Videl gave him a sympathetic smile and hand on shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

“I don’t have work tomorrow so I can just pop on by, bring a book and come up whenever you’re feeling up to it.” Akua reassured with a sing song voice. She hid her mounting concern. “Is that all right?”

A quiet nod. Videl went on talking about Something as they picked up their bags but he didn’t really hear it.

“Well then. Odd, see you tomorrow.” It seems almost as if he would go into a quiet slump, but Oddmund felt his heart beat faster, a weighted terror crawling back over him. He hated it here. It was all these thoughts flooding and nothing to distract him from it— and Odd was one who grew accustomed to distractions, constant activity. He was weak and felt even worse, forced to reflect upon his overworking habits that got him here, vague memories of his violent outburst, his loneliness,— and he sure didn’t feel like interacting with any other patients at all. He tried to read but he couldn’t shut his head up enough for it, nor could he concentrate in the first place anyways with the head throbs. And of course those memories of his previous hospitalization. His left arm seem to ache, purely psychological— his whole body ached— but it was just a reminder of that long uncertainty, that nightmare of a monster that shredded his body, The pain, tears, and everything that came after that landed him here. Long recovery and sadness and anger and loneliness. He didn’t want to stay here much longer and he didn’t want to close his eyes and enter a possible abyss of nightmares powered by his feverishness. It happened earlier- and it was too soon to go again.

“Wait!” He managed to pull himself to the edge of the bed clinging to the sheet and reaching out. There was a light buzz of his limiter processing the outburst. “Don’t leave! It’s- so boring! I’ll-“ his voice cracked, eyes teary, face reddened by his internal temperature. Akua and Videl had not yet turned away but paused- they both knew well enough it was a delicate situation, Akua more than he- But she said enough to him about Odd’s less savory attitude sometimes. Though, she always knew there was something about him that he never wanted to talk about, but that little grump still her friend. Thinking fast, Akua cheerily went. “All right, all right we’ll stick a little longer. Or at least you know as long as they let us.” Careful not to acknowledge the emotion behind the outburst.

Videl joined quickly, “Well, I can’t say I mind being wanted heh, I just thought you wanted some space. Sorry Chief.”

“Oh.” It was half an exhale, as he slumped back down no longer being able to hold himself up. Almost as if the burden was lifted, he felt his head get heavy- or light. He forgot what he was thinking, and thought he heard something about something or other in...

Akua quietly bounded toward his bedside, ears out catching his slowing breath. With a claw she lightly poked his arm to test a reaction. Nothing. She spun on her feet and striked a cute pose for Videl.

“Smart.” Videl uttered quietly.

“Now you are going to hurt your back this way.” She whispered as she cautiously rolled Odd back onto his back. He made a small sound but was already quite out. She pulled the blanket back above his chest and skittered back to Videl with a- “Let’s go!”

[sapphosvioletts]

Notebook

Avengers Team x Mute reader

Request: could you possibly do an avengers x teen!reader where the reader has selective mutism (a social anxiety disorder that makes it impossible to talk in some situations)?

Word count: 1,187

Warnings: mentions of anxiety/social anxiety, being yelled at, and tony isn't very nice in this so if you like him i'm sorry 🥺

.oOo.

I laugh at Bucky and Sam's banter at the dinner table, while Steve scolds them for their "childish behavior". We're all at a dinner with a couple of new recruits, we're supposed to be getting to know them since we might end up working in he field together at some point, but as usual I decided to stick next to someone and try not to bring attention to myself, which this time just so happens to be Sam.

I'm selectively mute, so meeting new people, or even just regular social situations are nerve wracking for me. But the team gladly lets me stick by one of them whenever I need to, knowing that sometimes in public I just need someone else.

The recruits all seem really nice, but of course that's only from what I've observed, I haven't actually talked to them yet. When we went around to introduce ourselves I conveniently went to the bathroom once I saw Steve give me a nod. He always does this for me, he gives me a silent signal so I can leave if I need to beforehand.

Sam also ordered for me as well so I wouldn't have to speak to the waiter. And thankfully no one questioned it, since they were all back into their own conversation by then anyways.

I look up from my plate when I hear my name, and find that it was one of the new agents voice. "I feel like we haven't heard much from you, could you tell us a bit about yourself?" I froze in my spot. She was so kind and obviously only had good intentions behind it. Which just made me feel even worse, since I don't want her to think I'm being rude.

I give a panicked smile to Sam, who thankfully takes over. "She's not really feeling very well tonight, she has a sore throat. But she'd be happy to meet you more later when she's feeling better." I let out a breath of relief as the agent takes the answer, wishing me a get well with a kind smile.

I briefly hug Sams arm in thanks, feeling incredibly grateful for him.

.oOo.

Steve stopped outside of the door as he heard yelling from Tony. He, like everyone else was tired from their earlier mission. He just changed out of his suit and was on his way to the med bay despite not being injured, but they all have to get checked after missions just to be sure.

As he stopped to knock on the door, he heard sniffles coming from inside as well. When he finally listens to what was being said, he felt even more anger rise, immediately asking Friday to call everyone else up.

They arrive just in time to hear him yell, "No, enough with your pathetic notebook. Actually give me an answer. You're too young to even be on the team in the first place, and add not even being able to fucking speak to the team? How do you expect missions to even ever work with you there."

They all have angry looks on their faces at hearing his words, and collectively slam open the door and stomp into the room. When the door opens they are met with the sight of Tony tearing my notebook in a half, and me frantically trying to grab it from him before he does.

I love this notebook, Natasha had gotten it for me. The cover had flowers on it and the first couple pages were full of notes from everyone on the team, just giving me affirmations and kind words. I cherished it, and to see Tony destroy it like that really hurt.

"Stark!" Natasha's voice boomed loudly, which caused Tony's head to whip over to her. His eyes widened as he realized other people were now in the room with him. Tony wasn't able to get even one word out before he was being dragged out of the room by Natasha and Bucky.

Wanda bent down and picked up my torn up notebook and I looked at it sadly. I took it from her hands as she gave it to me, running my fingers over the ruined notes from the team. Wanda looked up to the rest of the team, who were watching me sympathetically.

"Hey, how about we go and try to fix it and leave the boys and Nat to deal with Tony, yeah?" I nodded with a sniffle and she wrapped an arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the room. The rest all raced to the room next door, barging in to join in on berating Tony.

Wanda sat us at the kitchen table and helped me organize all of the pages out. "I'm not sure exactly what Tony said, but just know that none of it is true. We all love you and you are excellent on missions. Who cares if you can't speak? We have other ways of communicating that work just as well. Please don't listen to Tony."

I bite my lip as I listen to her words, not looking up from where I'm arranging the papers. I slowly nod, trying to keep my tears back. She sighs and kisses the top of my head, rubbing my back.

We manage to save the cover of the book, but unfortunately a majority of the pages are useless now. Wanda then gets an idea, and runs over to the kitchen drawer where I have another notebook stashed incase I ever needed it. It has a flimsy cover that could easily be removed, so she takes out the pages and manages to attach them into the cover of the other book.

I smile as I figure out what she's doing, starting to become more happy now that I know it is somewhat fixable. When she is done, I jump onto her and hug her waist tightly in thanks. She laughs and wraps her own arms around me. When I let go she grabs a pen and begins writing on one of the pages, knowing how much I appreciated it on my last book.

.oOo.

later in the day, I open my notebook to scribble down something that I need to remember. Even though I primarily use it for communicating to others, it is helpful whenever I need to remember something as well. I go to flip to the next page after the one Wanda wrote on, but only come up on another page filled with writing.

I gasp excitedly and can't help the wide smile that comes onto my face. Tears come to my eyes as I read through all of the pages, their words meaning so unbelievably much to me. Each person filled up an entire page for me, having so much to say.

When I'm finally done reading all of the pages, all I can do is shut the book and hold it tightly to my chest as I cry, happy tears of course. I don't know what I did to deserve them, but not a day goes by where I take it for granted.

[sarahrogersevans]

Ooooo bubs I thought of another little request:)

It’s with Chris x daughter whichever you want but reader is allergic to milk like really badly (lmao reader is me) but usually her and Chris are really careful with anything they pick up whilst grocery shopping and going out just so she doesn’t have a reaction but she picks something up when her and her dad go out for the day and tries it when they get home and even though she reads the ingredients and is a little weary of trying it she does and starts to have a reaction and chris helps her out with it, giving her the meds etc snd monitoring her just so it doesn’t escalate but he decides to take her to hospital anyway because any allergic reaction like this needs observation so he panics from the inside whilst comforting her at home, on the way to the hospital and in the hospital because she hates them and she just feels guilty about it and Chris reassures her that it’s okay and it happens. It’s just more fluffy fluff from dad! Chris because we love him ❤️❤️

Grandma Would Say You Get That From Me- Dad! Chris Evans fan fic request

Summary: Chris and reader are out running errands and stop for lunch and reader eats something and has an allergic reaction and Chris takes reader to the hospital to get checked out just in case and comforts reader

Warnings: mentions of allergic reaction, mentions of allergies, fluff, soft Chris, angst, mentions of anxiety, and a bit of swearing, let me know if I miss anything

Today my daughter Y/N and I are running errands and it’s a Saturday afternoon and I promised we’d eat out for lunch today since we eat at home a lot and I missed having time with Y/N I’ve been gone so much so I was really excited to have a day with her. Y/N came downstairs with her purse and said “hey dad, I’m ready now.” I smile and get up from the couch and hug her and she looks at me says “what? What is it dad?” I kiss the top of her head and said “nothing honey I’m just glad to see you, so you ready to go have a day?” She nods her head with a smile and said “oh definitely I’ve been on a bus for fourteen hours getting here yesterday so I’m glad we’re gonna go walk around doing stuff.” I nodded and said “it’ll be fun trust me.”

We got to the grocery store and I grabbed a cart for us and we walked in every aisle looking at stuff and Y/N picked out a few things after we looked through the ingredients since she and I are both allergic to milk and then I heard a noise and looked at Y/N and said “what was that?” Y/N looked down and said “that was my stomach.. I’m hungry.” I laughed and said “well I guess we should go check out and then have lunch somewhere huh?” We went to check out and then put all the bags in the car and then go to a cafe.

Y/N looked at the menu and said “oooh they have chicken nuggets I always wanted to try them here.” I smiled at her and said “yea? Ok then I will get a salad.” The waitress came to take our order and then a bit later we ate and I got to catch up with Y/N on how her life is and what’s new and she wanted to know about mine as well while we talked we had a lot of fun. We finished eating and we paid the bill and I gave a tip and we left.

We got home and we put our groceries where they needed to go and Y/N was sitting on the counter on her phone after she put her groceries away and I filled our dishwasher and we jammed to some music. Y/N then started scratching her arms and stomach and said “dad?.. I don’t feel so great.” I stopped the music and turned around and looked at her arms and said “shit.. Y/N honey I need to get your allergy meds hang on ok?? Don’t scratch those are hives.” I went and got her pills and said “here sweetheart take these ok?” Y/N nodded and put them on her tongue and swallowed and then drank some water to wash it down and we waited a few minutes to see if it would stop and she said “I’m not itchy as much anymore but my stomach still hurts..” I hugged Y/N and said “here I know you don’t like the hospital but let’s go get you checked out ok bubba? After that we can come home and watch Disney movies how’s that sound Y/N? Deal?” Y/N nodded nervously and I helped her off the counter and we got in the car to head to the ER.

———time skip———

A bit later we got to the hospital and I checked Y/N in and I was freaking out a bit inside and I could tell she was feeling anxious but she’s always so strong about doctor visits better than I am. The doctor came out and said “Y/N L/N??” I signaled to Y/N to get up and we followed to the nurse to a room and said “ok here’s the exam room the doctor will be in shortly.” I smiled and said “thank you I appreciate it.

Y/N sat on the exam table and said “daddy I hate being here it scares me and makes me anxious .. I wanna go home.” I looked at her with a sad smile and got up to hug her tight and said “I know honey it’s ok they’re gonna help you ok? We’ll go home soon darling just need them to figure out if they can do anything first.” There was a knock on the door and I said “come in!” The doctor came in and shut the door and said “hi there I’m sorry for the wait, how are you feeling?” Y/N swallowed nervously and said “ok so.. we were out for lunch earlier at a cafe and I had some chicken nuggets and then later I got hives and a stomach ache I didn’t think I’d get an allergic reaction off of those.” The doctor typed as she talked and said “ok lay back honey and I’m just gonna check on your stomach and see how bad it hurts ok? Y/N wimpered and I rubbed her arm and said “it’s ok sweetheart I’m here.” The doctor pushed lightly on her stomach and when they got to the middle she cried and the doctor stopped and said “ok so I’m gonna suggest tums for her stomach and as for the hives they don’t look severe so it’ll go away on it’s own and use some cream to put on them but she’ll be ok.”

I talked to the doctor for a few minutes after they checked Y/N out and they gave me some more tips and I paid the bill and said “ok thank you so much.” I took Y/N home and she sat on the couch and I sat by her and said “want the tums now or later?” Y/N shrugged and said “maybe I should take some now.” I nodded and said “ok be right back.” I went and got her the two tums and went back to sit by her and said “here ya go sunshine take both ok?” Y/N smiled and said “thank you daddy.” She crunched both of them and said “hopefully that helps, I guess I can’t have chicken nuggets anymore.” She laughed and I said “grandma would say you get that from me honey we are allergic to a lot of different foods.” Y/N said “this sucks daddy.” I gave her a sympathetic nod and said “I know kiddo I’m sorry, here how about we watch a Disney movie, any movie you want.” Y/N smiled and said “even Lion king?” I smiled at her and said “of course any movie for my brave daughter, grandma would be proud of you Y/N and so am I, I love you honey.” Y/N scooted closer and said “I love you too dad thank you for the fun day out.”

Here ya go darling 💜💜😊 hope you enjoy xx

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[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

"Detective Alkaev." Richards muttered, feeling so tired. Maybe it was the meds, maybe it was the time, maybe it was him reaching his limit, or hunger. He felt like sleeping, still, he couldn't deny the anxiety that woman had caused him.

The nurse kept hovering around like a little fly, touching, wanting to lick and land on him. Annoying. Fox made some anger blossom inside him- and since he could do nothing, it was hard to turn off the switch, it was hard to bury it.

When the nurse touched him, he stared her. "Do not." She kept taking his vitals, pretending she hadn't listened, touching his cuffed wrist, her fingers brushing over his skill seductivelly, thumb wanting to caress. "I told to stop-" His features transformed- ultimate anger and danger in his face- he grabbed her wrist- that made the nurse smile. Yes, she wanted drama- he could read that. His grip was strong, but he kept to that. The effort was big to not break her wrist- he didn't. He let go.

'He's not letting me take his vitals...he was aggressive to me.'

And the cops walked in and cuffed his other wrist. Glorious. The nurse had such a smirk on her face. She was in control, she wanted him to see and appreciate that. After the policemen left, she closed the door.

'Why don't you let me tame you? It will be good, I promise. She gave his chest a soft teasing caress. Now that both his arms were cuffed, the shirt he had over his shoulders was failing to cover his chest. 'Why don't you let me make you have some fun? Most guys love it...why are you different? Who hurt you, kitten?' She smiled, hand caressing his torso, his stomach.

'If you don't like being exposed you should have accepted the gown.' She chuckled, lowering the sheet covering his hips down to under his bellybutton, massaging his muscles. 'Why can't you take some pleasure? Is it something criminals have? Or is it just you?'

She was so interested in him. And there was a reason. Despite her natural perverse, flirtatious nature, there was one event.

'Are you the guy who killed Jeff Winter?'

Mark's annoyed expression changed, his lips parted a bit. Yes. It was. He had. Some years ago.

'I won't tell anyone if it was you. But if it was...thank you.' She caressed his cheek, when gave it a kiss. 'That asshole married my mom...stole all her money...he used to hit me. A lot. Suddenly one day he was gone, no one ever hurt me again, my mom got the money back.' The nurse said, wiping his hair off his face.

'Only taming you so you listen to me, right?' she moved a hand to his chest, caressing a nipple. 'Are you really not liking? You really want me to stop?' A soft blush was forming on his face- of course it felt good, but he didn't like people touching him or giving him strong sensations.

"Yes. I want you to stop."

She sighed and rolled her eyes, letting go.

"And no, I have no idea what you're talking about. If the guy who used to beat you is dead, well, good for you, but I don't care. Enjoy your life, whatever. But leave me alone."

Fox's phone rang.

'Alky! It's John John! We uhhh we got some stuff you gonna....you gonna have a heart attack or something, but in a good way!'

It was her young assistant.

'So...first of all...uh...I'm holding a cat. It's his cat. I found her on his flat and there's no sign of anyone else. She ate all her food already...so...I guess we should look after her? I mean? Poor baby right?? He will be out for a while so...a...anyway! I need to focus sorry. So we searched the whole flat, this guy is suuuper clean- not....not legally clean! I mean literally, no grain of dirt here. She used the UV. Zero. Nada. No blood at all. But then...I tripped on a fluffy rug- it's fluffy for real, you had to feel it! So I tripped on it, fell on my face- I'm okay, don't worry, forehead just a bit red- but so, when I fell I hit the wall and there was this pretty paining on it...ah...it fell down and I tried to put it back in place and then...I noticed the wall was weird. When I fell it made CRECK! instead of THUD! If you get what I mean...and..basically, Michonne thought it was fishy and broke- we found...uh...very crazy shit.'

There were noises of paper being flipped in the call.

'Uhhh....so...you still there? We found so many files, all super organized, about...uhmm...people. Like, we found times and observations...like the dude is a stalker. But...a whole shit load of proof that all these people are abusers. Of the worst type...if you get what I mean. Michonne opened the laptop and she's crossing some data- happens that...most of these people are dead. There are many files. I'm not sure if...if this dude killed them all but...it seems so. I mean, to the police they're random people with no connection, all unsolved cases, but this guy Mark...he connects them all, they seemed to abusers- at least...it's what stuff he collected say. He has pics, pen drives with info, he has even CDs and...old shit. Makes me wonder since when he has been collecting these.'

The noise of papers shuffled, as if things had been put on the floor. John John was sitting in Mark's living room, all evidence around him.

'Alky....this guy...this guy is dangerous. Even if he didn't kill those people himself, he has a freakin deep connection for sure...he...he's some...sick hunter...the guy is insane...don't get near him! You...you didn't get near him, did you? Be careful okay??'

“It’s my word against yours.” He said, his eyes feeling so heavy. “The police pushing me off a building proves their homicidal intention. As a good officer, I believe you will report that to your superiors, won’t you?” Mark paused a bit, lips parting. He was getting so sleepy. Fox and him, facing each other so broken…so hurt…near their limits. No, past their limits. “What do I mean? Huh. If you’re smart you’ll find out on your own.” He closed his eyes. Nothing more to say. She was leaving…. And then…she dropped that bomb. Mark swallowed dry. Well…his things were safe…they were hidden. Would…would they find it? His wall had been so well projected… His tired eyes opened a bit, looking at her expression. So much determination in her eyes. He was in danger. It was legit. He was in so much danger. His expression was still calm though. Confessing was the end. He wouldn’t until the last drop of hope. “Confess what?” Mark’s eyes stared Fox’s, deeply, some anger in them- “I’m not a rapist.” He was clenching his jaw. It was so personal. He hunted them. It was the ultimate offended to compare a hunter to the prey. Those people had destroyed his life….he wasn’t one. “I hate them. With all of me.” Richards tilted his head, a soft snarl formed- so much anger and hate he had been containing…escaped a little bit. Then he went silent, his hands gripping the sheet, the began monitor beeping, his heart rate was so high, his blood pressure too. Each one of his heart beats were announced with a loud beep. He realized- he had allowed the emotions flourish… Huh. That woman sure was special. It was the second time and they hadn’t met for more than…a few hours? A few hours of interaction at least. Mark breathed, looking away, his his eyes getting a more vivid cyan color as they got wetter.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

The Reunion - Part 32

Summary: Everyone is a little on edge, when Lurwa has an accident

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

Things are going to start going soon, I know this chapter may seem like it doesn’t actually fit, but it’s too show the differences everyone is experiencing right now. 

Please know all medical mentions are done through research. Please note if you are experiencing any issues please do not hesitate to consult a physician or seek emergency help. 

I am not a medical professional.

Warnings: mentions of fall, potential injury to pregnant woman, stress, fear, kissing, angst, fluff, medical procedures, fighting (training), punches and kicking, bruises, potential broken bones, mentions of anxiety, dreams of death, arguing, over protectiveness, relationship discussions, I think that’s it, if I miss any please let me know. 

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HUNTER POV

“Wrecker, you need to calm down”

He was pacing back and forth, “How can I calm down? She twisted her ankle and fell, the baby … the baby …”

I walked over patting his shoulder, “She’ll be okay, Myri, Omega, and Tala are all in there looking after them.  Everyone will be okay, just breathe.”

“I should’ve been there … I should’ve …”

“Hey Wreck” Echo patted his shoulder, “You just need to breathe. It wasn’t your fault, it was just one of those things.” Wrecker simply sat in front of the Sanctuary, his hands clutching his head. Tears dripped down his face, Echo sat on one side, I sat on the other, we wrapped our arms around him letting him know we were there for him.

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MYRI POV

“Anything hurts besides the ankle?”

“Just where I fell”

I nodded, Tala was holding Lurwa’s hand, I couldn’t believe that just yesterday Tala was telling us about Fives, Wolffe, Tech and Jaz’s adventure so far. We were all joking about Fives’ stupid pick up lines just this morning, and now we were all holding our breaths, as Omega held the scanner over Lurwa’s stomach, I watched the datapad provide me the information I needed. 

“How’s the baby?” Tala’s voice is low, it’s the question that is clearly present on everyone’s mind.

“Scanner is still going” Meg answered.

Tala and I locked eyes, she gave a silent nod, her silent agreement she was ready to step in if needed. We all held our breath, as the scanner beeped indicating its job was completed. 

“Alright, Omega please let the guys know I’ll be out there in 10 to 15 minutes. Just let them know I’m going over the scans.”

Lurwa watched as Omega left, the smile she had been wearing to indicate she was fine vanished in an instant, fear and worry painted her features. “Myri” she grabbed my hand, “please tell me my baby’s okay. Please tell me I didn’t screw up my ad’ika.”

“Breathe love, just breathe” Tala stroked her head, trying to calm her down, “Listen the fetal heartbeat is quite strong, I can sense their presence in the force like a shining beacon.”

“Myri?” 

Her eyes glistened with tears, I squeezed her hand reviewing the report I had, “Lurwa, they’re fine, and so are you.”

“They?”

I nodded smiling, “Congrats Lurwa, you’re having twins”

“Twins? As in two … two babies?”

“Yes, dear. Twins, as in two babies.”

“Want me to get Wrecker?” Tala asked as she softly stroked her head, she simply nodded. She didn’t waste a second as she headed out of the Sanctuary. 

“Lurwa?” Wrecker’s voice was hesitant and shaky as he stepped into the med bay.

“Hey babe” her soft voice was barely holding back her tears, Wrecker rushed to her side, wrapping his arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. I tried not to watch their tender moment, trying to give them the privacy they deserved. 

“Ahem” I cleared my throat, “Wrecker, the babies are fine, Lurwa is fine. Everyone is fine.”

“Oh that’s good” he answered absentmindedly, “I’m so glad you’re okay, love, and the babies are okay.” I couldn’t help smirk as he said it, he was completely unfazed. He turned to look at me, a smile on his face, “Myri, thank you for everything, I don’t know what … wait did you say babies? As in plural? As in more than one?”

“Yup.”

“But … but … how … why … when …”

“Okay, breathe, Wrecker” he nodded, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against hers, “listen everyone is fine, we can talk more when you guys are ready to listen.”

“No. It’s okay” Wrecker took in a deep breath, “I’m okay.” He sat up once again, focusing on me, “Is there anything we should know about her fall?”

I shook my head ‘no,’ squeezing Lurwa’s hand, “Listen about 27% of all pregnant women experience some sort of fall during the pregnancy and it’s no wonder since your centre of gravity is off. Thankfully, your body takes precaution, like amniotic fluid and strong muscles in your uterus. However, this doesn’t mean you can just be falling down any time you want, understood?”

Lurwa nodded as she wiped her tears, “Promise”

“I’ll leave you guys alone for a bit so you can discuss the two” I held up two fingers giggling, “babies you’ll be welcoming in the next three months.”

I headed out, looking for Hunter, just as I stepped off the ramp, there he was arms open and ready for me. I threw myself into his arms, “How did you know this is what I needed?”

“I always know what you need”

“Hmmm” I squeezed my arms around him, “Is that why you had Rex keeping you updated when we went for a supply run?”

“Hmm?” Hunter shifted, “Oh I think Omega is calling me.”

I tightened my hold, “Oh no she’s not. Come on, you and I have a few things to discuss.” I grabbed his hand, directing him further away. Omega simply chuckled as she leaned into Oleander.

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PHOENIX POV

We all watched Hunter pleading to all of us with his eyes, as we all simply chuckled, this was an argument in the making for quite some time. I leaned into Echo’s side, his arm wrapping around me.

“You okay?” His voice was low only I could hear.

“Yeah” I mumbled back as I tucked my head under his chin, “it’s just …” I let out a deep sigh.

“I know. I was worried about the baby too. Do you wanna come with me and get dinner ready?”

“Okay” we started walking off when I heard Cross’ voice.

“Sweetness”

I turned to Cross, the look in his eyes were desperate, I tapped Echo’s side, “I’m gonna catch up with you. He looks like he really needs to talk.”

Echo didn’t say much, he glanced from me to Crosshair, he glanced back to me, he pursed his lips biting his lower lip, “Fine” his voice was tense, “after all it’s not like I need to talk, right?”

“Echo, that’s not …”

He shook his head, “No. Sorry.” He let out a sigh, and closed his eyes, “We’ll talk later, it’s not you, it’s me.”

“Echo, you know you can always talk to me. You’re my priority” I cupped his cheek hoping to express my sincerity, I pushed as much of my love, concern, and admiration to Echo through the force, hoping to convey he was my priority. Always would be.

“I know. Listen, I'm fine. We can talk later.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna start dinner. Just join me when you’re done with him.”

“Okay” Echo leaned down placing a kiss on my cheek, before he headed off. I watched him for a little bit before feeling a tap on my shoulder. I glanced behind Crosshair to see Oly and Omega, head off. It was just Cross and me, in front of the Sanctuary. Things had been a little awkward with Crosshair since he and Oly became a couple. Not really sure why or what had caused the problem, but he had been keeping his distance a bit and so had Oly. 

“I’m sorry if I caused any issues between you and Echo”

“Don’t worry about it, Echo’s been off for a few days, I think it’s a nightmare he had, he still hasn’t talked about it. Anyway, Cross, what’s wrong? Your emotions are screaming out to me in the force.”

He rubbed the back of his head, “Would you mind if you walked with me for a bit?”

“Uh … sure”

We slowly began walking the perimeter, a route we all knew quite well from our own shifts, silence filled us as we walked, and as much as I was enjoying it, I needed to get back to Echo, “Cross...”

“Sweetness” We both started at the same time, chuckling as we stared at each other, “Sorry, Sweetness, okay you go first.”

“No, you go. You seem like you need to get something off your chest”

Cross stopped focusing on the horizon, “It’s about Oly and me”

“Oh, that’s not what I was expecting. What’s going on between you and Oly?”

Cross turned to look at me, tilting his head, “What exactly were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, just not relationship advice” I couldn’t help smirking trying to stifle my laugh. 

“True” he chuckled, “well, I’m not exactly asking relationship advice.”

“Than what kind of advice”

“It’s about the force”

“The force, what’s going on Cross?”

He let out a sigh as we continued our walk, “Ever since Oly and I became a couple, there has been an unnerving feeling in the pit of my stomach. When she’s out of my sight for longer than an hour, I start to worry, then flashes of her death keep playing over and over in my head. They don’t stop until I see her again.”

“Hmmm”

“She keeps telling me it’s my own fears, my own anxiety that’s causing me to worry. I keep telling her I should talk to you about it. Needless to say we got into an argument about it.”

“She didn’t want you to come and talk to me about it?”

“No” his presence became darker, angrier as we walked further.

“Did she say why she didn’t want me to know?”

“Something about how you wouldn’t know all the answers”

I eyed him carefully, this didn’t sound like Oly in anyway shape or form, something else must have happened between them, “Well she’s not wrong, just because I’ve been reading the repository, doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll know all the answers. The feeling you get, is it one of dread? Nervousness? Uneasiness?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“And only when you don’t see her, right?”

“Yup”

“You said you also see flashes of her death, I know this might be difficult, but what exactly do you see?” Crosshair clenched his hands by his side, “I know it could be difficult, just …”

“She’s falling, we’re on a ridge, her foot slips and she’s falling. I try with all my might to grab her but she slips through my fingers.”

“Do you actually see her hit the ground?”

He turned his head to look at me, “No.”

I nodded, “Is that the only thing?”

“I see her facing a firing squad, she closes her eyes, and I hear the clicks from the safeties turning off.”

“Again do you see her get shot?” He shook his head ‘no.’ “In all the images you see of her ‘death,’ do you actually see her die?”

He stopped in his tracks, his hand fiddling with the side of his armour, “No, never.”

“This all started when you started your relationship with Oly?”

“Exactly. Isn’t that the force telling me something is wrong?”

“Possibly, or it could be something else. I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you were hoping for.”

“It’s okay, Sweetness, the fact that I could at least let it out, was worth it. Thanks”

“Of course” I patted his back, “Thank you for trusting me with this”

“You’re still Sweetness, who else would I trust my heart with?” I cleared my throat, looking anywhere but at Cross, “Sorry” he offered, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I shook my head, “Don’t worry about it, just try not to say that around Echo or Oly, they may not be as understanding as I am” I smirked. “I should head back and help Echo get the food ready, try not to worry. I think Oly may be right, but I think you may be right as well. I think your anxiety is fuelling the force to seek out answers for you. Just remember to try those meditative and breathing exercises we’ve been practicing.”

“I will, thanks Sweetness”

I left Cross and headed to Echo, wondering if Cross was seeing the past or the future, or a mix of both.

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HUNTER POV

“Mesh’la …”

“Don’t mesh’la me. You had Rex sending you updates when we went on our supply run? Really? Do you know Rex thought there was something wrong with me, when they were leaving he asked if there was anything I needed.”

“Well, what’s wrong with that?”

“He asked if maybe there was something wrong with me, as in mentally, or if you were just super possessive. Do you know how crazy that made you seem? He was about ready to get Omega and me on a ship to head out away from you. You need to calm down!”

“How can I calm down when the fear of Rampart snatching you, doing maker knows what to you, and I’ll be unable to save you? Do you know that I wake up at night in a cold sweat thinking that it was you locked up in that prison instead of me! Do you know how scared I am knowing that could’ve been you!”

“How can I when you don’t talk about it! Every time you wake up, do you think you’re being subtle? I ask you if you’re okay, do you even realize you just brush me off? You mumble I’m fine and then go into the refresher. You don’t talk to me Hunter! You take all this on because somehow … at some point in this whole crazy life we now live, you have forgotten that I am a strong woman. I can take care of myself. What I need isn’t some knight in shining armour! I need a partner, a friend, a husband who trusts me enough to know that I would rather die than allow anyone to hurt our family or me. However, that would be a last resort after I do some serious ass-kicking!”

I ran my hand through my hair, “I know you can take care of yourself, but what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t worry?” 

I began to pace in front of her, “Okay was it wrong of me to ask Rex to keep track of you? Yeah probably, does that mean I wouldn’t do it again? If your life is in danger, you can bet I would ask any and everyone I trust to keep an eye on you.” 

I stopped my pacing and turned to look at her, “Do you know how scared I was for you when you were stuck on Kamino? How crazy and out of my mind I was, wondering what could’ve been happening to you?” 

I closed the distance between us, “You are everything to me. You and Omega are everything.” 

I cupped her cheek, stepping closer, “Yes, at times I may lose my mind and do things that don’t make sense but it’s because I love you, and I can’t bare the thought of living without you by my side. When Lurwa twisted her ankle walking down to the bonfire, and fell, all I could think about was what if that was you, what if it were you carrying my child, and you fell. I could understand how crazy Wrecker was feeling, and how badly he wanted to do something. I love you, and our family.”

She let out a sigh pressing her forehead against mine, “I know you do. Hunt, I know you love me, because I feel the same way. When you were captured on Daro I was losing my mind, I thought for sure I’d never see you again. However, that doesn’t mean I’m tracking you every minute of every day, or putting up a fuss when you have to go on supply runs or missions without me. You need to trust me.”

“I trust you, I just don’t trust others” She pulled back looking at me with those eyes, that said more than words ever could, I let out a sigh. I knew I was over stepping. Over doing it. “Alright. I promise I will try to do better, but just know if you do end up getting pregnant, I will not be able to control how protective I become.”

“I simply ask that you at least trust me to take care of myself and our kids. Deal?”

“Deal” I pecked her lips, sealing our pact with a kiss, “I’m sorry, mesh’la. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or that I didn’t trust you.”

“I know, which is why I’m not being tougher on you”

“I appreciate that” I kissed her lips again, thank goodness we had this discussion in the privacy of our room, as I directed her towards the bed behind her. 

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OMEGA POV

Everyone seemed on edge today, at first I thought it had to do with Lurwa tripping and falling, but it turns out that was just the tip of the iceberg. Mom had been in a mood ever since Rex left, something he said to her apparently didn’t sit right. 

Crosshair and Oleander had been off for a while, at times they seemed really happy, then at times they seemed really annoyed with each other. 

Echo seemed particularly annoyed every time Tala and Crosshair were talking. The only ones that were okay were Lurwa and Wrecker, but with the fall Wrecker was going crazy. 

“You got something on your mind kid?”

I looked over to Oly as we walked to practice some of my hand-to-hand combat, “I just don’t get why everyone is in a mood, I understand Wrecker, because Lurwa and the babies could have been in trouble; but everyone is seems to be on edge for no reason”

Oly was silent for a bit, her hand fiddling with the top she had on, “Well, it’s not for no reason”

“Then why?”

We arrived at the clearing we use to practice, Oly got into her stance, waiting for me to take up my position, “Adults, those in relationships especially, will on occasion have arguments, or things that irritate you about the other person.” She kept circling me, sizing up my defences.

“But you still love them right?”

She nodded as she lunged forward, I blocked her move, shifting out of her way, “You do, but it doesn’t make their annoyances any easier to deal with, for example Crosshair.” 

I tried aiming for her stomach as I kicked her, but she blocked leg, and swept my other leg out from under me, “What’s … wrong … with Crosshair?” I asked trying to catch my breath and get my footing underneath me. 

“Nothing” Oly shook her head, “don’t worry about it, I spoke out of turn” she took her position again, waiting for me. 

“Is that why mom and dad are annoyed with each other?”

“Partly. It also has to do with Hunter being Hunter.” 

“Meaning?” I dodged her punches that were coming with stronger ferocity since she mentioned Crosshair.

“He works himself up into a tizzy and can’t deal with the fact that sometimes a woman can protect herself without the help of a man” she punched me in the stomach with such strength, I fell back a good few feet, I landed with such force, it knocked all the wind out of my lungs, preventing me from being able to breathe. 

“OMEGA!!!”

I didn’t see her, but I felt her hand on my stomach, “I’m sorry, O, are you okay?” 

I tried to breathe, but I kept coughing instead, “Slow breaths. In and out.” I simply nodded to her instructions, speaking at the moment was not going to be possible. 

She sat on the ground beside me, “Sorry, I guess I got a bit worked up”

“It’s … okay”

“How are you feeling?”

“Better”

“Just stay lying down for a few more minutes, slow breaths okay” I simply nodded again. “Does anything feel broken?”

“No. Why … worked up?”

I opened my eyes to see her looking off in the distance, she let out a sigh, “Omega, you will come across people in this life, men specifically, who feel that as a woman you can’t do everything a man can. That you can’t handle certain things, simply because you’re a girl.” She turned to look at me, “Never let anyone feel that you can’t do something, just because you’re a woman. Don’t rely on a guy to save you, or help you out. Sometimes the only person who can save you, is you.”

“Oly, are you okay?”

“Yeah, just promise me, you’ll never let anyone make you feel small simply because they can.”

“I promise”

“Good. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay”

“Can you stand?” I shifted, as she helped me on to my feet, “Easy, don’t rush”

“I’m okay” I rubbed my stomach, there was definitely going to be a bruise, I’d just have to get a bacta patch on it later. “Relationships are really complicated”

“They are, but they can also be really rewarding if it’s with the right person.”

“Does it really make that much of a difference?”

“It does. Here lean on me, till we walk back to the cave” I nodded as I leaned into her side.

“So does it?”

“Does what?”

“Does it make a huge difference being in a relationship with the right person?”

“Hmm, it does” she let out a breath as we headed towards the bonfire pit, “Life is hard, being in a relationship is even harder, it's the combination of two lives working together. There will be difficulties, idiosyncrasies that is difficult to match up, yet if you two truly love each other, and there is a willingness to communicate and compromise on each side, then it can work. However, if you’re in a relationship with a selfish person, someone who is always demanding to have things their way … it’s not that it can’t work, but it will take extra effort on your side to have a relationship with someone like that”

“So I can’t be selfish or demanding?”

“You can, but do you think you can be?”

“No”

“Don’t try to be someone you’re not, just be yourself, and the right person for you will be willing to move heaven and earth if it means they get to stand by your side.”

“Does Crosshair do that?”

“Hmm?”

“Crosshair, is he willing to move heaven and earth for you?”

Her mouth shifted a little, “He is willing to try, and for him that’s a huge thing.” A smile appeared on her lips, “Regardless of his own anxieties and insecurities, he’s willing to do his best. Really, that’s what matters, if someone is willing to do their best for you.”

“What if their best isn’t good enough?”

“That’s a decision you’ll have to make, at the end of the day, no matter how good a relationship can be, you will have trials and vexations, it’s how you deal with those trails and disagreements will make all the difference in your relationship.”

“Hence why compromise helps”

“Exactly. Listen take any thing I say with a pinch of salt.”

“If I ever have any questions, can I come and ask you?”

“Sure, I thought you’d be more comfortable asking your mom or Tala?”

“For some things sure, but I have a feeling I won’t be able to talk to her about everything”

“Well, you’re still young, give it time. However, if you have any questions I’m always here.”

We finally sat down on our logs, Echo and Tala were busy preparing dinner, as Crosshair took his seat beside us, “How was your training today, O?”

“Oly got in a good hit”

“I think I bruised her ribs”

“Dang, did you go see your mom?”

“Not yet, I think her and dad were having an argument, so it’s probably best I wait till they show up again”

“Well Tala’s over there” he motioned, “why not ask her to take a look”

Just as Crosshair utter those words, Tala came over, “Meg, you okay?”

“Bruised ribs” Oly answered.

“Hmmm, let me see” Tala kneeled in front of me, I raised my shirt a little, her hand pressing against my stomach, “Okay, I’ll need you to sit still for me, okay” I nodded, as I felt a warm sensation filling my stomach, there was a white phoenix appearing on her hand, as she closed her eyes. It didn’t last long.

“There, all better. Does it still hurt?” I shook my head ‘no,’ “Good, the bruise is healed, and thankfully you didn’t break anything. How did it happen?”

“It was my fault” Oly spoke up, “I accidentally forgot to hold back my kick.”

“Yeah, that’ll do it” she chuckled, “How about Oly? Any injury?”

“Nope all good”

“Good, then dinner is ready. Come on” she grabbed our hands forcing us to stand to head towards the table.

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LURWA POV

“Cinnamon, you okay?” We had shifted from the Sanctuary to our room, Tala was kind enough to give us our meal in our room. He was lying on the bed beside me, his eyes focused on the ceiling above us. He hadn’t been himself since we found out about the twins. 

“Yeah” his voice was distant.

“Babe, why don’t you try to rest?”

“No, I’ll be okay” he sat up, “why don’t you eat a little, now you are eating for three, you’ll need all your strength.”

“Are you mad at me? You know I can’t control …”

“What?” Wrecker shifted closer to me, “You think I’m mad?” There was concern in his eyes as he looked at me, I simply shrugged my shoulder, my emotions were all over the place lately. Especially today, with the fall and finding out about the twins, I was one word away from crying my eyes out. “Maker, sweetie, no. It’s quite the opposite, I’m happy. Shocked. Ecstatic. Freaked out. Joyful. Worried, but not mad. Are you kidding?” He cupped my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine, “You have given me more than I ever thought I could possibly have in this life. I love you so much, Lur. Thank you. Thank you for giving me so much!”

I’m not sure when the tears started, I only know that we were both crying, and cuddling each other in the end. 

“Is this okay?” Wreck rubbed my stomach as we fell asleep.

“Yeah, it’s calming them down.”

“They being rowdy?” He chuckled as he pressed his forehead to the back of my head. 

“Mmhmm, just like you and your brothers, always causing a ruckus”

“You love it”

I shifted till I could see him slightly out of my peripheral vision, “I love you” he pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

“Love you more, mesh’la. Try and rest while you can”

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ECHO POV

There were times when all Crosshair had to do was to give Tala a certain look and she was ready to help him. My clenched as I cleaned up the dishes from dinner.

“You gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

I turned to look at her, “Nothing”

“Don’t give me that, I can sense your emotions, my love. You’re like a pot ready to boil over. What’s got you so irritated?”

“Nothing” I answered through gritted teeth.

“Okay, that’s it, come with me” she grabbed my arm, motioning to Myri and Omega if they could take over washing the dishes, before I knew it she had dragged me to our spot, it was a strange little alcove hidden by the shrubs that protected the entrance, it led to our own little river and a garden full of Tala’s favourite flowers. She forced me to sit on our log, as she took the spot beside me. She sat there looking at me, not saying a word.

I shook my head and let out a sigh, “You think that look is going to get me to open up?”

“You think it won’t?” She quirked her eyebrow, tilting her head at me.

“Ugh!” I closed my eyes, propping my forehead against my hand, “Fine.” I got up from my seat, I needed to be able to just walk and talk a little at least, I stood looking at the river, the sun was setting, everything looked quite beautiful, I turned to look at Tala. As beautiful as the scenery was, she was even more beautiful. She motioned with her hand for me to continue, I clearly wasn’t going to be getting out of talking about this anytime soon. 

“It bothers me how quickly you run to Crosshair’s side every time he needs something. I know … please, cyar’ika, don’t misunderstand, I trust you. I just don’t like the fact he still looks at you like … like you are the very air he  breathes.”

She stood walking over to me, her hand cupping my cheek, “Do you think that I would leave your side?”

“No. We’ve been through enough that no matter how much of an idiot I can be at times you’ll always be by my side. I guess” I let out a sigh, as my hands rested on her waist, “I think what bothers me is that there will always be someone who can give you what I can’t.”

She stood there, her face expressionless as her eyes told me she was thinking of the best response she could give.

“Echo, what can’t you give me? Love? Because you show me every day you love. Companionship? You are always there for me, listening to my ramblings. Providing me with logical feedback no matter how crazy my rants are. Trust? I have never doubted you and I never will. You give me everything I could ever need, what can’t you give me?”

“Children”

She let out a sigh, stepping closer till her arms wrapped around my neck, “Let me get this straight, you are jealous of Crosshair because he could ‘potentially’ have kids?” I simply nodded my head, I know it sounded petty but I just couldn’t stand the way he looked at her.

“You know I’m okay if we can’t have kids, plus Wrecker and Lurwa are about to have twins, you don’t think they’ll be needing help from the both of us?”

I rested my forehead against hers, breathing in her scent, “I know. I know it’s not logical or reasonable, and it’s definitely not fair, but whenever he looks at you, I can just imagine a future for you with him and children.”

Her arm shifted till her hand rested against my chest, “Oh my poor sweet man. Regardless of whatever future you see for me, does not mean that’s the one I want. I want to be by your side for however long I can. As long as I have you, I don’t need children to fill my life. You fill every aspect of my life, I have no need for anything else.”

“Are you sure?”

“As sure as I know, the sun will rise tomorrow. I love you, Echo, and our life together. I will reassure you every chance I get”

I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her pulling her in closer, “I love you, rid’ika” I opened my eyes, looking into hers, “I always will” I tilted my head, till my lips reached hers, she pulled me closer, deepening our kiss. All my anxiety and annoyance ebbing away the deeper our kiss became. 

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