#ahd that is a THREAT

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Is anyone else preparing themselves for the worst for the Ruin DLC or is it just me

[kavehater]

You KNOW it’s bad when you begin to realise that you really do understand from the other perspective how insanity feels like

[tortademaracuya]

i watched some urban exploration videos again today and while thinking how disrespectful and annoying the whole video was I remembered my OC lol he would fucking do all that shit

[tizeline]

So after after everyone has calmed down and Donnie has ahd everything explained to him him and his brothers just... hang out for a while. To bond. (Even Draxum has forgotten about the empyrean at this point lmao)

Except, well, there's one or two things Donnie has not been informed of yet, one of which is The Prophecy, so Draxum takes it upon himself to explain who exactly their enemy is and.

Well.

You all knew this peaceful wholesome family reunion wasn't gonna last forever.

So turns out that Draxum didn't just style his lab the way an evil mad scientist would style it for purely aesthetic reasons! (And turns out maybe Splinter had a good reason to keep Donnie hidden from the rest of his family!)

Needless to say, this is where Donnie finally connects the dots and comes to the conclusion that these crazy people pose a serious threat to his home and his best friend, and he himself as a result is now in very very (two verys) big trouble! Uh oh! :D What the fuck will he do now!?

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[marymary-diva17]

Tonowari x Mai/Ty Lee! (From: Avatar the Last Airbender) Fem! Reader x Ronal (poly mates)/ Aonung x Tsireya x Rotxo x Fem Reader (platonic/parental relationship):

Basically the Reader is like Mai but has the flexibility of Ty Lee. Anyways the he reader wasn’t there when the Sully’s arrived so she has never met them. So when she comes back she sees Jake and thinks that he is a threat so she goes into protection mode. So then they start to fight and (the Reader has throwing starts and is really flexible so she’s able to doge all his attacks) this attracts a huge crowd and when Neytiri sees her mate being attacked she steps in and also fights with the Reader (so now it 2v1). You can continue it from here.

P.s. Can it be after the second movie and Neteyam lives.

Thank you.

Tonowari x reader x ronal

I have been given similar request for tonowari x reader x ronal like this before. I will still do the request of the reader being like Mai and ty lee, but there are going to be some changes to the story.

Pandora is a world that is always filled with mystery, beauty, and wonder no matter where you live on the planet. The navi who lived on pandora and worship the great mother, had always found a way to make something with life. There are many ways of living life on Pandora some of them similar and different. Pandora had been also filled with peace and war, even due these two situations are happening everyone had been able to make way with their lives on pandora and within their clans.

tonowari " yanwtu"

y/n " yes ma tonowari" you are standing on the beach gather some fruit.

tonowari " I was wondering if you can help me with Jake sully and his family and some friends" the sully family had arrived here yesterday and the who clan was shocked by their arrival.

y/n " I will love to help I was going to offer my help"

tonowari " that what I love about you"

y/n " good I'm guessing our ronal not willing to help at the moment"

tonowari " she doing her own with mo'at and the healers I don't think, it will be a good idea to leave her and neytiri in the same room unsupervised" you had nodded your head knowing that was the truth, as the stand off between the two was not very good.

?????? " mom" you and tonowari and seen tsireya making her way over to them, she soon stopped when she reached her mom. Looking at you with bright eyes and smile on her face.

y/n " hello my daughter now what go you in such a rush"

tisreya " well I was hoping if you can help my and the boys, with the sully kids and spider they wish to know of some of the moves you taught us"

tonowari " well my daughter it had asked your mom the same question" tonowari ahd walked towards tsireya and brought her close to him.

tsireya " what did you say mom"

????? " mom" even before you could open your mouth and say anything aonung and rotxo had come running over.

aonung " hey mom can you help us with the sully kids please"

rotox " yes it will be fun"

tsireya " well before you all came she was about to answer mine and baba question"

aonung " oh really mom please say yes beauty please, it will be fun and making lessons more interesting there so many times you can laugh at someone when they fall off an IIu ...ahh baba"

tonowari " be nice young man"

rotox " please mom it will be good for us and them and it can help us become friends"

y/n " well you all give good reason and I originally did say yes to your baba"

tsireya " wiat it no longer a yes"

y/n " it still a yes my children and I was going to ask to see if I can help them already, before I was asked"

the kids " yes"

tonowari " thank you ma y/n and please go easy on them"

y/n " oh yes I will go easy on the children as the adult I will do my best"

tonowari " I know you will"

y/n " good"

The next day

Y/n " bring the sully family and anyone else who wish to come to the beach"

tsireya " yes mom we will meet you there"

y/n " good"

ronal " I still can't you are going to teach them all you know"

y/n " I'm going to teach them some stuff but not everything"

ronal " good you don't need to be sharing all your secrets and skills" you had kissed ronal goodbye as you soon left the home and headed home, there are some skills that good amount of navi knew about and you were one of those navi. You had soon reached the beach and waited for the arrival of everyone else.

tsireya " everyone this is our mom she will be helping you all with some combat lessons or self defense"

tsu'tey " this small women is your mother she doesn't seem like a warrior more like a healer or gather"

aonung " well she also those at along with some other stuff as well"

neytiri " umm what can she tech as we have been through many battles, she seems like she done none"

y/n " fine let see what I can you as fighting you three came at me and, see if you can beat me"

Jake " are you sure about this we rather not hurt the mate of tonowari and ronal"

y/n " it will be okay" Soon all three adults had looked at each other tsutey was the first one to changer at you, and you soon enouh jumped over him.

tsu'tey " huh" you soon hit tsu'tey in his arms he soon left his limbs go numb.

tsu'tey " what have you done to me" you soon hit him in his legs and rib cage soon sending him to the ground.

tsu'tey " how is that possible I can't move"

Jake " nice trick but try to take on a man who has human training" now Jake had came at you a you ran him he tried to get you but he missed you soon tossed something at him wrapping his legs and arms up.

Jake " what the heck" you soon tap Jake on the forehead sending him falling down to the sandy ground.

neytiri " you will pay for what you did to my husband and tsu'tey"

y/n " then let go" neytiri had came to you and you soon started fighting her but when neytiri had thought she had, the upper hand she was soon brought down when you ahd beat her. Doing the same things you did to Jake and tsu'tey.

y/n " well what do you three think about me now"

rotxo " umm mom"

y/n " umm oh I did to much"

the kids " that amazing"

y/n " huh"

spider " that was amazing you moved and did that all like it was nothing"

y/n " oh thank you"

neteyam " your mother is amazing fighter"

y/n " thank you"

kiri " how did you do those moves"

y/n " well it something I learned when I was very young"

mo'at " that was wonderful" everyone soon saw mo'at standing with a crowd of people that came to see.

tuk " grandmother did you see that"

mo'at " yes I have know of clan doing that but never see it before"

y/n " yes I from a clan like that I have leaned this skills and perfected them over the years"

Jake " that good to hear umm if you don't mind can you undo what happened here"

y/n " oh yes" you ahd freed Jake first and soon undid what you had done to tsu'tey and neytiri.

neytiri " that was amazing you are one of the few women that can, keep up to me"

y/n " thanks"

kiri " can you teach us what you had done"

y/n " well yes and can teach you the combat skills and the draggers I used but it can't do the other stuff"

kids " aww'

y/n " maybe when you all get older we can come back to this subject"

tsireya " yes mom"

tsu'tey You are a good fighting you help me learn a thing or two"

y/n " thank you" you had kept the end of your promise and showed, the kdis some combat and defensive moves as well. When it came to the adults you had some them some of your moves that you used against them and helped them learn more about it. It seems like no matter where anyone else on Pandora there will always be wonder, and beauty and you seem to be one of those wonder and beauty as well.

[helloescapist]

For the Year to Come | Tamaki Amajiki

Word Count: 1492?

Setting: tamaki amajiki x gn!reader, pining

Content Warning(s): SFW, fluff

Summary: with U.A. a buzz with tsukimi so close, you find yourself with a helper in the kitchen as you prepare for the festival.

A/N: I adore this time of year, and the moonfestivals throughout the countries. Expect to see a few themed, fluff shorts this week inspired by the moon.

[image is not mine!]

Steam rolled off of pots, waves of decadent scents filled the small dorm kitchen. Kabocha rested under the air, nestled against the side of the kitchen. Warmed by the stove, the resting of dough, and produce awaiting care. The fold of noodles having dusted amongst your fingers, rested on hangers.

Set to rest for a moment, the fold of vegetables, under the sharp blade of a knife. Crisp and fresh, worthy of any producer. The smile of a hum tucked upon your lips as your fingertips tucked under your knuckles. Carefully pinning nappa cabbage against the cutting board. Your dominant hand wielding the butcher’s blade as you delicately threaded the sharp edge against the cabbage. Crips and tangy, the touch of salt against its diced leaves. Vivid green, lovely under the kitchen lights. Ingredients compiled, and procured from all the shopping districts in the area. Proof of the dedication the U.A. students and faculty had placed into securing their supplies. Despite the threat the League of Villains had posed, obviously significant enough to have drawn the entirety of the student body into onsite dormitories, the students and staff had resolved themselves to live life normally. In a way, it was verification of how resilient your class was, and the upcoming generation of heroes. Their resilience gifting you an inner strength to endure time spent away from home, encouraged you in the difficult times, and because of this, you had offered yourself up. Volunteered to do a majority of the cooking for the upcoming tsukimi festivities. Reassured it would be no trouble, you were more than familiar with the basics of cooking from your family having instilled long time traditions at home, and over the years, and while there were a few other students who stopped by, and offered their assistance as time went on, the majority had taken pride in preparing for other activities. Games across the school grounds, decorating, and preparing offerings except for one student, who had been known to peek in periodically. Shyly standing as though a phantom at the door, peeking around the trim of the kitchen entrance before scurrying off, just to inevitably return to peek into the humble kitchen.

                The first time Amajiki had wandered to this area of the dormitories, you ahd wondered if he was perhaps hungry, or in need of snacks. It wouldn’t have been entirely unreasonable, his quirk after all required quite the hefty stock, and for all the time you had been in the kitchen, the upper classman had not nibbled on anything. Regardless of how you insisted. Your offer having drawn the red to his cheeks, the tremble of his small elven ears, as his eyes surveyed the kitchen before releasing a squeak of a vowel you could not comprehend, slurred as he turned on his heel, and dove for the safety of his own private dorm. The interaction having drawn your curiosity, as to why he had wandered in the area in the first place. If perhaps, senpai was embarrassed to be caught hungry—you, yourself had been on the receiving end of a deceitful tummy growl in class. Though, you were beginning to suspect that it was not in fact his stomach that had drawn him to the kitchen. The pressure of his eyes peeking over the door frame, the wiggle of his nose, caught on the warm scents that illuminated from steaming pots. The tremble of his eyes when you had peeked behind your shoulder, anxious to feel someone’s else upon your back. Weary of a threat, only revealed to be the hero-to-be Suneater, or at least, you assumed so. The rush of his fleeing state leaving only the small tip of his pointed ears, and sway of his blueberry hair in your sights.  The third time, you steeled yourself to the eyes that traced your back. Fought back the anxiety that wiggled your bones and brought the blush to your cheekbones… shooed away any frightful fantasies. Reprimanded yourself for the brief thought that perhaps, he wanted to see you. No, no, no! shame on you, you scolded yourself as you waved your ladle in the smoke of the kitchen. As though you were exorcising such wishful thoughts from your crush-stricken brain. No, in all your time of knowing the upper classmen, you wore more than aware that… it was likely the excitement of setting up other events weather card games, or decorating with the ikebana displays had likely been too loud eventful for the quiet boy. Though his social aversion was evident, you had also noticed that when the opportunity arose, his kindness often broke through the cracks of nervousness and self-inflicted worries. He was sweet, and thoughtful, in the way he defended others on the battle field. His self-sacrifice and willingness to stand his ground—ah, it was likely the elven-eared boy was working up the courage to ask if you needed any assistance. Wishing to assist within his means.

                The roll of steam fluttered across your brow, tinted your cheeks as the all too familiar graze across your shoulders caught upon your heightened senses once again. Resisted the urge to giggle at his cute antics. The light step of his shoes tapped against the tile of the floor, his house shoes snug. Utilizing the sheen of the steel cover removed from steamed bok choy, you allowed yourself to peek at his obscured reflection in the cookware. A look of melancholy rolled across his expression, his eyes once again dusted over the ingredients, unsure of their importance. The red, the heat of the kitchen you told yourself touched upon the tip of his ears before his deep-set eyes found your reflection. His shoulders arched, and high, far too aware of how he had been caught. The turn of his heel, quick to flee once more denied swiftly as you caught the edge of his sweater. How cute he looked removed from his school uniform, snuggled into layers. “A-Amajiki-senpai, would, would you mind helping me?” You requested. Unsure if your request was far too demanding, or whether it was the reassurance he needed to bridge communication. The warmth of the night sky that stretched across the mid-evening met your own. Shyly gazing your reaction before drifting to the gaze of your fingers intertwined in his sweater. The fumble of apologies as you withdrew your fingers from his side.

Amajiki--- ah, no, he had said you could refer to him as Tamaki. Although the nervous shatter of his voice had you questioning if he was sincere, or rather, it was a forced attempt to be friendly when he was horribly uncomfortable. Oh you prayed it wasn’t the alternative. Numbly fumbled his name each time you spoke it. Basked in the appearance of Ama—Tamaki-senpai with a half apron tied at his hips. Shy to ask you questions regarding your ingredients. Little things, such as if you wanted the kabocha only washed, or fully sliced. Whether the noodles prepared were for udon or soba—nodded his understanding when you had resolved to make both. wanting to avoid a dispute amongst your classmates. How eagerly he navigated the kitchen, securing you ingredients as you requested them. The shy smile tucked at the corner of his lips, warm and soothing. Encouraged by your praise, and happy to be at your side. Flustered in the way he found himself leaning into your shoulder, nervous to answer your coos to try the broth. Panicked of the way you offered to feed him the sample while he folded the mochi dough, but most of all, it was the way that you tended to the stock. Drawn into ensuring the balance of dashi was perfect, and the miso glaze dressed across the simmered squash, when you had peeked over your shoulder.

                The ends of his hair had been pinned back with bobby pins, allowing you the rare opportunity to memorize his delicate features. The porcelain tone of his skin flushed against the heat of the kitchen. The rumble of pots teasing the tremble of your heart. The blush as his hair every reminiscent of an indigo bunting bird, and just as beautiful as its feathers carefully pinned to the side. His eyelashes, long and doll like. The almond cut of his eyes, appraised at the dough caught between his long fingers. The upper classman’s touch delicate as he molded the dough meticulously. Caught between the delicate pinch of his fingers. Rolled carefully and skillfully as though he had practiced the motions… no, you felt confident he had practiced this, maybe throughout his youth. The shy smile that found his face before lifting up the mochi for you to see. A small white plush bunny revealed between his fingers. Timid in the way he peeked down at it, and back at you, whispered, “F-for you.”

[meowjaa]

Dont Get Your Hopes Up - xavier thorpe x fem!reader

Nevermore Academy, 2022

You were on a walk with wednesday trying to find more information about this monster that wednesday had saw killing rowan, wednesday had came to my dorm knocking loudly for me to answer it was early so she didn't expect anybody to be up so we decided to head into the forest because she had a visions telling her to go to this old ruined building only leaving just a few bricks and disgarded walls..

It was storming and we we're both covered in rain, we finally arrived with the help of thing and some other peoples help.. "Wednesday why bring me out this early, I get that you want to solve this but I have an early class helping Mrs. Thornhill setting up for our lesson today" Wednesday searches around as I do and she finally speaks out-

"Why even help her, shes decent but we cant trust anybody in that school under any circumstance do you also understand that thing?" she said turning around in a threating voice. I check my watch and realize im going to be late-

"Wednesday! Thing! I have to get to the classroom ill catch up with you guys later tell me if anything else interesting happens goodbye" they say goodbye and I start to head towards the school, im soaking wet no umbrella and everything else sucks.. a few minutes pass.

Everything is starting to look the same and im starting to get cold.. I pass by a few trees that I could've sworn I past by until I saw this shed with a light on a perfect chance to get warm if anybody isnt in there..

I walk towards the shed and slowly open the old wood doors to see a tall slim figure standing in front of a canvas, he has a bun and you now realize who it is Xavier Thorpe, the most "hottest" boy in school as enid quotes.

"Xavier Thorpe.." he turns around in shock and looks me up and down "Y/N L/N, I heard you wanted to speak” I smile softly and sit down onto his desk he sets down his paint brush and gets the paint off his hand with a wet cloth he ahd laying around.

“I heard you talking with ajax, you need a fake date to the rave’n and I also need too” Xavier looks at me and he smiles “The Y/N is asking me to a date to the rave’n?” I roll my eyes and get up “Its a win for a win xavier just say yes” 

He scoffs and throws his head back sighing “Fine, but you do know that if I need to kiss you, your going to have too right? to get bianca back” I roll my eyes “If I have too yes, but dont get your hopes up”

- authors note, HEY HEY HEY!! SO THE ENDING IS RLLY CUTE SO IF YALL WANT ME TO MAKE A PART 2 FOR THAT SCENARIO THEN I WILL  PLEASE LET ME KNOW THOUGH <3

[hunting-songs]

THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

[ SHIELD ]: the sender catches hold of the receiver's shoulder and draws them back and away from a threat, pulling them behind them for their safety.

THE SHOULDER TOUCH.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu in his horrible handwriting that the womans read-aloud-app had always problems to decode, that eighty years ago the owner of the Mansion had held a private concert.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that the Mansion was located a few hours away from the city, so eighty years ago noone had wondered why they had not seen anyone living in the mansion visiting the city for weeks.

The beast-hunter had written to Senritsu, that only after weeks people had seeked out the mansion only to find the mansion silent and the Hall filled with bodies sitting in the chairs as if hey had died from one second to another.

In his horrible handwriting that made Senritsu smile in a mix of desperation and fondess, the beast-hunter had also written to Senritsu, that in the past eighty years the mansion had been often visited by adventuerers- first by those who would loot the left behind corpses because noone had dared to take them away and years later by Beast-hunter like he was one as the mansion or more accurately the flora and fauna around the mansion had changed. It was this beast-hunters that had left behind a metalladder reaching from ground level to a broken in window on the first floor that as the mansion had on ground level overgrown by thick thorny veins that moved like snakes around the walls and made it impossible to use the doors or climb through the windows on groundlevel. Blue flowers opned along the thick vines like eyes whenever one of them came near them as they climbed the ladder into the room on the first floor. It was in this small room, wrapped in a thick layer of twilight that, she suddenly felt Kurapikas head on her shoulder accompanied by a sudden spark in his heartbeat that stabbed sharp like a needle into her ear. Before the woman could react he shoved her behind himself and Senritsu had to hasty grab for the windowsill to not fall backwards out of it. Blinking in confusion the woman looked around- over the dusty walls dressed in what ahd once been expensive wallpaper, over the caopy-bed at one side of the room that had been stripped off evry coth like one would ripflesh off bones, and eventually her eyes landed on the figure sitting still by the vanity with their back to them.

"Oh, its alright, Kurapika." If she wouldn´t had been so suprised, the woman would have laughed but right now all she could bring herself to do was chuckle: " This one can't hurt anyone anymore."

At some point in the last eighty years some adventuerers looking for treasure had come to the mansion and while the woman knew that they very likely had not returned safely, one of them had lay respectfully a blanket over the skeleton by the vanity . The woman felt a spark of thankfulness towards this unknown adventuerer, even if the blanket did not covered the skelton completly and the long, as thin as needles bones that once had been fingers still reached out from beneath the blanket and had digged brutally in the wood of the vanity-table as if the massive wood had been butter before the person that was now the skeleton had died in this position eighty years ago. Senrits looked at the skeleton only for a second and- (-thought about the melody) (-thought about that one second before everything happned ,in which every single hair rose and all her muscles tensed as if she was an animal reacting instinctively to a danger she could not yet understand. Could never understand.) (-thought about the second following, about breaking bones, about flesh ripping appart, about vitals beeing torn like paper,about a throat that was for that one moment nolonger in the right shape to scream, and about everything moving back together wrongly.) -turned her face away with a tiered sigh.

Senritsu had suggested to the Beast-Hunter that what had caused the catastrophe eighty years ago and had changed the plants and animals in the area around the mansion, had been because the Sonata of Darkness had been played on the concert and seeing- (ripped appart flesh) (vitals moved and disorted) (Bones shatterd and mended back together wrongly in a new form) - what had happned to someone who had been in that moment in a room above the Hall and had only heard the melody through walls and closed doors, was enough to proof that her theory was true. It did not changed the fact that Senritsu thought that her beeing at this place would at best give her a lead, for if the Sonata had been played not from the memory but from a sheet, it had by now taken away by one of the adventuerers that had seeked out the mansion, who had somehow managed to leave this place. The open window sended a breeze through the room, making the edge of the cloth over the skleton gently rustle as if the skeleton was breathing. At the edge of her mind the woman wondered, if she would not have been found alive and if there would have been too adventuerers seeking out the place were her and Asks bodies would have been, if one kind adventuerer would have covered up too the mass of twisted bones and flesh that would have been left of her. As soon as the thought had crossed her mind the woman silenced it, pushing it away in the dark corner of her mind where the echo of the Sonata as any other song she had ever heard lay in her memory like a dirty secret she did not dared to think about. She smelled apples, a sweet scent that stroked around her nose almost teasingly. "Thank you for your care, though.", Senritsu hummed and took Kurapikas hand from her shoulder, squeezing it thankfully in her small hand, before letting it go and stepping out from behind him. The afternoonsun falling through the now opned window in their back drew figures of gold on the dusty floor and turned her shadow coleblack. She tilted her head to the side and carefully listened into the stillness of the ruin- the wind came in through broken windows and the way it stroked over old walls, abondoned corridors and rotten furniture made it easy for Senritsu to figure out what awaited her down the corridors on the way down to the hall where the concert had been played for a audience eighty years ago. She heard old wallpaper move in the breeze, rotten wood of furniture creak like an old mans bones, dust moving through rooms and corridors that had for decades only been visited by the wind. And she heard something moving. "Are you sure, you still want to come along? If you barricade the door behind me, you would be safe here if you want to wait for me." With a short finger the Musician pointed to the bedframe and then to the locked door, showing how easy it would be to move the bed before the thick door to keep it safely closed. There was no disappointment or ill- will in the young womans voice; it was a honest, open-minded and oddly calm question that sounded more as if she was asking which kind of icecream the younger would want for a dessert: "I will make sure to finish this prestissimo and don´t let you wait, I promise." [ @skarletchains ]

[spennsrs]

(\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ━O━O━━━━━━━━━ ・:。ALLONS-Y. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ︳chuckleduo + slimecicle + tubbo x reader ︳platonic angst </3, romance inferred with schlatt ︳have an old writing of mine while i work on requests <3 also this is so incredibly niche but its my niche

ted nivison.

when the doctor met ted, he was... well, he was rather well off. his youtube channel was taken off, he was doing what he loved! what he wasn't expecting was a blue police box in his front yard. confused, the tall male heads outside to knock on the door, only for it to swing open. he definitely wasn't expecting to be met with a human looking figure. they were... significantly shorter than him. he studies them quietly, before the figure gives ted a bright smile, pushing past him. "aha! finally! not in greece anymore! from the looks of it... california? you! what year is it?" it takes him a moment before shaking his head.

"hold on.... just- uh... it's twenty twenty four." he replies hesitantly, eyeing them up and down. they didn't seem like a threat...

"how truly amazing! such a difference between ancient greece and the modern day!" did they just say ancient greece? "oh! how rude! i'm the doctor, or [y/n]! and you are?" the person, simply known as the doctor, turns to ted and holds their hand out, giving him a flashy grin. ted only shakes their hand, giving a soft smile in return.

"call me ted." 

"ted... how would you like to travel... literally anywhere in time and space?"

. . .

he remembered the day so vividly. watching the doctor walk away into the ocean of los angeles people, ted desperately trying to find them...

but they were gone. years of memories, years of travelling with them, only to be left. the only thing that remained of the doctor was a note addressed to ted, a note he kept under his pillow.

my dear ted,

time flies when you travel with friends. and i'm sorry to do

this to you... but it is my time. my time to move on, to 

regenerate. i know this will hurt you, as it hurts me too.

but, this is for the best. you're still breathing, so i must

leave you behind. go on with your life, forget about our

time together. spend your time with shae and your friends.

always,

your doctor

ted hadn't told anyone about the doctor. he feared they wouldn't believe him... so he was content with keeping the note as his one memory from that raggedy doctor... maybe that's all he needed.

schlatt.

seeing is believing... that's what schlatt had been told. so when a weird maniac dressed as if they were a curator in a museum showed up at his door, talking about some stupid tar-dis bullshit and how it was bigger on the inside, he had to see it to believe it. now, the new yorker prided himself on being rather hard to surprise. boy howdy did he not expect the person to be right.

"what. the. fuck?" he asked as his caramel hues stared past the doorway into the tardis, frozen in shock. but the mystery person only squealed with delight and ran into the police box as if they ahd not a care in the world.

schlatt took note, envying the way they were so... positive. 

"man, i love it when people see this for the first time." they cackle, walking up to some sort of control panel in the middle of what schlatt could only call a main room. he slowly follows after, still skeptical. that is, until, the figure (they call themselves the doctor, which schlatt takes a mental note as weird, and he told them they would have to pick a more... human name if they wanted to blend in) turns to schlatt. "where do you want to travel to first? the dawn of time? pompeii? you name it, we can go."

and the rest was history.

. . .

it had been a month since. since their departure, since the day they left. 

and schlatt couldn't bring himself to do anything. the doctor was... his everything. they were so close. he always hated the old saying, if you love someone let them go. what's the point of letting go something so amazing? why did the doctor leave him? was he not enough? did the doctor grow tired of him?

schlatt had stayed awake all night, as evidence by the early morning sun pouring into his room and his clock flashing 7:37 am as a taunt. the male turns his head to gaze out the window, taking a moment to simply enjoy the beauty of the morning. usually, he'd watch the sunrise with good ol' [y/n]... a small smile tugs at his lips at the fond memories flooding his brain. maybe this was why the doctor left. to teach him a lesson.

he couldn't stay mad at that weirdo, wherever they were in the world. schlatt just hoped they didn't forget about him and hopefully they come to visit.

(read: they do.)

slimecicle.

he found it so cool that this stranger invited him to travel basically anywhere his heart wanted. he could see anything he desired. "let's go to rome! no! i know... revolutionary war time! no, wait! can we go back an assasinate like... someone who killed a president and save them? would the future be different?" he would ask, well- basically ramble on.

he was so glad the doctor didn't seem to mind. if anything, they were just as excited. it was just a matter of where charlie wanted to go first. the whole day- week? few minutes? he would never understand...

but he was just excited to be there, with someone who seemed truly as excited to be there.

. . .

and then it all came crumbling down. charlie simply... watches as the doctor stares at him, before closing the doors. the sounds of the tardis whizzing and disappearing from his gaze. 

the tears came soon after. a ahnd comes up to wipe them away, only to angle his head to his hand. his eyes observe how the salty tears wetted his fingers, silently crying. it was a good thing the doctor left him in front of his place, he thinks to himself before turning and unlocking the door. entering his place, charlie closes the door before sighing.

what now?

what was he to do? just go back to his normal life?

"charlie?" he looks up to see his girlfriend, grace. a concerned look on her face gave it all away.

"they're gone." he mutters, his girlfriend approaching him to give him a comforting hug. they remain silent, only hugging as charlie let his tears fall.

tubbo.

why he was up in the middle of the night, he doesn't know. but what he does know, was there was a stranger in his house.

and he was making them food.

pancakes, to be exact. 

once they were served up, the stranger scarfed them down like they had never had it before, grinning with a mouthful. "thanks again, kid! what's your name?"

toby hesitates before sighing out a soft, "toby." the stranger holds their hand out, and toby takes it gently with a firm shake. the two continue the night with small talk, with the stranger (named [y/n], or the doctor, apparently) soon standing.

"crap, i have to go! i'll be right back, give me like... five minutes!" toby follows the doctor out the door, watching as they disappear into the tardis, which poofs into the night. toby stares a bit, before closing the door.

. . .

a week went by, then a month, then a year, then two years...

toby had given up hope. was a minute different to the doctor? did the doctor have any concept of time? he sits on the small step out front of his house, staring at where the tardis sat at two years ago. for some reason, he held hope. he wanted to see them again. wanted to see the tardis whizz back into his vision, to see the doctor, to hear more about their crazy antics.

but nothing. another day with no sign of the police box or the doctor. toby stands, brushing off his jeans, before heading back inside.

maybe it was a dream. a stupid little imaginative scenario he made in his head.

was he that desperate? but he was sure they were real... it was the night he had the house to himself... surely they were real... but it didn't matter to toby anymore. apparently never mattered to the doctor.

with one last sniffle, toby wipes any tears from his eyes. no crying...

not anymore.

[luckhissoul]

@sonxofxgondor asked "You are no Elf. But neither do you look like an Orc." Boromir said over a campfire, flame warming both his face and the cooking fish, small but better than nothing. "Are you lost, friend? Hungry? My friends and I would be more than glad to share with you what we have. As long as, of course, you approach in friendship. You are no companion of Mordor, are you?"

the fire is warm, flickering shadows over the dirt ground that they're all gathered around. the air out here is different, he can't say for sure what made it different. but even the taste of it as he breathes in is different from back home. back home, back there - light help him, he wasn't even sure where he was. this place looked different, felt different. and the man in front of him was talking all kinds of bloody nonsense about elves and orcs as if he expected him to know what he was talking about. he didn't. he couldn't remember how he had gotten here. he had pushed the door opened and once that bright light outside the tower ahd dimmed out it had faded out into this place. where ever this place was. and where was thom? and moiraine? no where in sight.he still had the medallion around his neck, the ashandarei, and his hat. he adjusted his green coat. noting as he looked at the men before him that they were not dressed in any way like him. even their weapons seemed - different. the smell of the fish cooking over the fire, blood and ashes, did that smell good. he just remembered that he was hungry! his head is sore and there's an ache in his neck that he can't reach at even if he rubs at it. and there's a throbbing pain where his eye should be, a makeshift bandage there across the wound. the blood is dried but the pain is still there. he winces at it, not wanting to show too much weakness in front of the stranger. whoever he was.

he takes a step towards the fire, leaving his ashandarei stuck in the ground so that he won't think that he's approaching as a threat. just in case he has his knives tucked into his boots, under the sleeves of his coat, under the back of his of his collar. these men were soldiers, he could tell from the way that the stranger is dressed, the manner of how he carries himself, his weapons and armor. he pauses just a few feet from the fire, reaching out his hands to warm them over the fire. "considering i don't have any flaming idea who in the pit of doom mordor is i can say that i'm no bloody companion of his." mordor? who or what was that? he lets out a small breath, rubbing his hands together for added warmth. "i'm lost - and hungry." wincing slightly at the admission. he looks at the other men around him. soldiers, a whole bloody band of them. this could prove to be helpful or a disaster. he smiles a little, extends his hand over the fire. "mat cauthon. not an elf or an orc ---" with a small breath of a laugh.

[pxison]

kinky/rough smut prompts  

@medicus-mortem​ asked: [tease] the clit or [knife] on the belly. [for Reiju, since you wish to enable me. Also have a choice of sin.]

Bold of you to assume I won’t somehow include both into this.

It was titillating the thrill of it all. She should’ve known the freaky surgeon of death was even worse than he appeared, carrying kinks that would turn most normal people away. And she never claimed to be normal did she? At least not with the pedigree she carried on heavy shoulders.

There was only so much she could do to keep that godawful aching away. And wahat better method than to just fuck it all into a numbness that couldn’t reach her, not now and not with the sinful pleasure this man was willing to give her.

Normally a voice in her head would be whispering how selfish she was to use him this way, but she couldn’t give a shit anymore, not tonight anyways. Maybe afterwards when he’d gone to travel with his band of merry crewman would the dark of her mind come back to tenderly cradle her as it always had. She wouldn’t think of it a second more though.

The skillful hands tormenting her poor clit did its job keeping those thoughts at bay, providing intense pleasure whilst always keeping her begging and on the edge. All while a scalpel was held dangerously close to where her raid suit left her stomach open and vulnerable, the skin twitching with the potential threat but only making her core ache worse than before.

Bastard honestly.

“What was that Poison Pink-ya? I didn’t hear that.”

She almost rolled her eyes at that if not for the role she ahd to portray. The only stipulation she’d given him was not to ruin the suit but anything else was fair game and oh did he take advantage of that. The hand beneath the skirts of the suit continued their delicious torment, ebbing and plowing with the tides of her pleasure but never fully giving into it, not until he heard these words from her.

“Please Law! I want to cum, make me cum however you wish!”

“Good enough.”

The arrogance in his tone made her want to lash out and kiss him at the same time, a confusing whirlwind of emotion that was not helped by the intense surge of white-hot heat in her core as that hand sped up accompanied by the wet squelching of her core being battered against.

The hand that had been carefully holding the scalpel finally made it;s move as a quick, neat cut was made across the skin of her belly just above her navel. And before she could protest fiercely, a thumb is swept across the clean wound, scooping up her spilt blood as she gives a hiss. Gazing up at him with hazy eyes, she notes the pleased way he laps at the blood on his thumb, clearly not done with her just yet.

Good. She didn’t want it to stop either.

“Disgusting cretin.”

[the-firebird69]

We have a couple things we're going to go ahead and have a little storm here in Charlotte County for a few hours and then it'll clear up until then the water is going to rise and we have to keep an eye on it. We also have a few other people who are a problem here and I'm noting it and I'm sending it out. We have other things happening all over the world in the Eastern Hemisphere they're going after the stashes and caches with Augusto some leaders made a comment here they get a lot of inquiries and other people started to ask because those are two respected fighters and they said it on purpose and they're tired of this guy trump. They want the stuff too but they need their people to get on it they're on it in minutes and it's going to be a very big effort it's going to be a very huge effort a lot bigger than people think we are estimating around 10 to 15 percent more of these stashes and caches will be inaccessible after today it is up to about 28% and it will start climbing dramatically the bunkers they are after they need them out to reduce the threat and to verify they are now infiltrating like madness we think maybe 10 to 15 percent more of those will be out in about the same for the Western Hemisphere tonight there are more of them and they're bigger with the attitude here is very fierce against them and it's increasing in ferocity nobody likes the insidious and they're going to lay them flat they're a couple other things happening.

- Donald Trump is losing popularity with the GOP and other Republican groups including the formal Republican Party a lot of them were wondering if they should put him on the ticket in the first place they're hearing from a lot of people that they hate them and took their stuff and their lives and things like that and they're finding out that a lot of the leaders are not the people they thought they were and they're going after the Trump student people. Other things

--- We see that the little trumpsters are up to no good already and we are pursuing them all of them all over the world wherever there is action we are going after them very hard and they are disappearing. Their population has dropped it is dropping severely now all over the world they are being beaten up and captured and grabbed for their silly behavior because it's too hard to identify even the computer says we have no solution that matches their behavior they need to be interrogated and systematically and very intense and their computers need to be ravaged.going on now and we have to do it too. One such area are sun points out is Florida it's hard to scan even for us there are areas like this all over the world that have certain stone or base alt or cadmium it's a major concern there's huge tunnels that need to be scanned and cordoned off and we are doing it it does take time and we need to get it done rapidly we need more personality immediately if you have experience in this area and you're a citizen of ours you're required to report to duty right now if you do not you'll be held and accountable liable.

Thor Freya

Olympus and this means y8ou all of ours too now sign on

we mean it these ppl are nuts and are end of earthers ahd trillions of decvices recently

Hera Zues

[localwebslingers]

♡ - TASM!Peter and Harry

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

To actually go out, on a date, Harry. Otherwise neither, they kissed and they didn't really pause to put the word "dating" to it.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝙺𝙸𝚂𝚂?

Harry did, and Peter is really happy that he did.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂?

Most of the nicknames for each other are in the middle of joking around and teasing. They have very few actual nicknames for each other.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚂?

Harry cooks most of them, Peter can cook but he knows how much Harry enjoys cooking and is happy to let him do so.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲?

They both have very similar taste in music. Radio Roulette is a regular thing when they're both in the lab together.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙾𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙳?

Neither really hogs it, but Peter is the type to move closer in his sleep, especially since he doesn't always stay warm easily.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃?

Harry does, Peter just tries to keep him in the bed as long as he can possibly get away with.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴?

Either of them, though Peter had to be shown how to make it when he was over at Harry's place. He was slightly intimidated by the machine.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙸𝙶 𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙽?

Either of them. Who cares as long as holding is happening?

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚃?

They both have truly horrific sleeping habits, even they couldn't say who usually stays up later. That's not even counting things like major threats to the city or intense lab focus either, this is just in general.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳?

Peter usually reaches first. Physical contact is a big love language of his so he tends to instigate a lot of hand holding.

𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙿𝙳𝙰?

Peter has never really ahd an issue with it, so it's usually up to whatever Harry's comfort level with it is.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝚂𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚂?

Neither of them.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝚈?

in general, not necessarily with each other(because I honestly don't know). Harry gets annoyed, Peter gets frustrated, they both can recognize when the other has hit that point.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚇?

Unsure, honestly, but Peter has a fairly high libido if he gets going.

𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙺𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙶𝙴?

They could barely even ask each other out at first, gods help whichever one of them is brave enough to do it.

𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

There are several, most are when they were in a lab working on something once they were comfortable with each other. Where it was focusing on work, sure, but it was basically like hanging out together anyways.

𝙰 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂:

He wishes he was a little less tense and on edge when Harry first came to his universe and showed up at his house, but Peter also tries not to be too hard on himself about it and seriously doubts Harry holds that against him in any way.

𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶:

That both of them were a little better actually telling the other they need help. They're getting better at it though, baby steps.

𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴:

Touch, quality time(especially in the lab), teasing and joking around, sharing science

[retroellie]

Dating Ellie Williams Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons for dating ellie 

A/N: Have this because my last imagine was ass... I think i like writing headcannons way more than imagines lmao 

Warning: TLOU2 spoilers, Mentions of death, PTSD, and NSFW/dirty talk 

Word Count: 1.8k 

- She fell in love with you when she first saw you 

- She had just come to Jackson after the incident with the fireflies 

- You being around the same age as her tommy asked you to show her around and tell her what’s what

- “Ellie this is Y/n, Y/n this is ellie.” Tommy introduced y’all 

-Her heart stopped when she saw you, she couldn’t help the blush that was forming. 

-She couldn’t stop looking at you when you were talking about the shops and sights around Jackson 

- It seemed like you were liked around town, you were friendly to everyone and everyone knew who you were

- She will never forget the thing you said to her when you guys were in front of her new home 

-”Tommy told me a lot about you and i just want you to know, you're safe now.” 

-She felt for the first time she could let go, relax for a minute 

-You helped her move into the garage, trying to make her as comfortable as she could be 

- She wrote about you a lot in her journal, writing poems and drawing pictures of you 

-You guys hung out a lot with Jesse and Dina but she would much rather hang out with you alone 

-You two had become really good friends by the time you guys were 16, i mean Ellie opened up to you more than she did anyone 

-Opening up meaning talking about her interests and some of her favorite childhood memories 

-She was honestly too scared to tell you about her immunity and even more scared to tell you about her past, afraid that she was gonna scare you away 

-You introduced her to cat and you definitely regretted it because cat liked her 

-When they started dating cat was definitely the third wheel because you and Ellie were so closer

-You held Ellies hand when she got her tattoo, she couldn’t hide the blush than but blamed it on the pain 

-You guys shared the same love for music, you showed her most of the music she listened to 

-You would sleep over at her place a lot 

-You guys would watch movies, talk about space and dance horribly to old music 

-Y’all could never get bored of each other

-When you spent the night at her place you would sleep in her bed with her but it was as friends, Ellie didn’t want you sleep on the floor and you didn’t want to force her out of her own bed  

-Ellie would always get so embarrassed when you slept over, she would always go into a gay panic 

-By the time y’all were 18, she was head over heels for you 

-You two were still best friends but her feelings got in the way  so she was distant 

-It got to the point where she didn’t want to be with anyone else, it was either you or no one 

-She didn’t really have time for relationships so she didn’t really mind it 

-She would play guitar for you when you came over, even attempting to teach you 

-Everything she owned was yours and everything you owned was hers 

-”God damn it, where is my Walkman” 

-”Oh, I took it. Mine broke.” 

-Ellie bashed on everyone you liked, Little did she know you liked her 

- You liked the boy who worked at the bar? She had something to say about him 

-You found out she liked you when you two were dancing one night 

-Your arms were wrapped around her neck and hers around your waist, it was like a scene from a movie 

-You both felt the tension, it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy 

-”I’m just a girl.... not a threat.” 

-”Oh ellie... I think they should be terrified of you.” 

-Next thing you know her lips were on yours 

-The kiss felt like it went on forever until you pulled away, panting for air 

-No words exchanged just a smirk and her pulling you out of the church

-She didn’t waste anytime, She’s been waiting for this moment 

-Now that you guys were together, you guys were too powerful 

-You guys spent a lot of time in her garage, i swear you basically lived there 

-You guys could spend hours tangled up together or have heated make out sessions that lead to so much more 

-Soft kisses and 80s movies 

-endless sex i swear this woman is going to be the death of me 

-I have said this before but this girl is always horny, i mean she still has raging hormones  so she’s always on top of you 

-She tries to highlight her tattoo when pleasuring you because she knows it drives you crazy 

-She loves when you sit in her lap, it’s both cute and hella sexy to her

-Her kisses make you lightheaded, like you gotta sit down for a minute after she kisses you 

-She finds your body fascinating, like it sounds cringey but she love everything about you body 

-She likes to explore your body a lot, like what gets the best reaction out of you 

-She’s kinda new to sex, she’s had a fling or two but nothing long term so now she really has to get this shit down

-She’s the top, i said what i said 

-Joel has walked in on you two lots of times 

-”Hey elli... OH FUCK. SORRY, I’m sorry.” He says while covering his eyes 

-You both have to stop for a minute just to laugh your asses off 

-Y’all were really loud too so like y’all got complaints a lot 

-”Sorry, Y/n came over for a minute.” Ellie says busting through the door 

-”Yeah i know, i heard y’all.” Joel joked 

-She makes really bad cheesy pick up lines to you 

-”You know I’m jealous of your heart, because it’s pumping in and out of you and I’m not.” 

-”I’m literally gonna break up with you.’ 

-She never fails to make you laugh

-Her with her fucking puns mama, you can’t hide from her silly side

-Joel is a proud dad, he loves his lesbian daughter and her girlfriend 

-Later on into the relationship ellie fully opens up to you 

-You were tracing her tattoo one day, feeling the bumpiness of it 

-”What happened?’ 

-She debated on telling you, Joel said not to tell anyone 

-She gave in through, telling you about riley, her immunity, her and Joel's trip, even David 

-She ended up crying, you’ve never seen her that broken down before 

-You held her most the day, giving her all the kisses she needed 

-When Joel died, you were basically always with her. Not wanting to leave her alone 

-You were the one that found them. You shook ellie awake,  Letting her sob into your shirt 

-You brought her home, she could barely move. She was in so much shock and pain 

-You cleaned her up and took days off of rounds just to lay in bed with her all day 

-The nights were the worst 

-She would wake up in tears, sweat drenched her body. She would bury her face into her chest, crying her eyes out 

-”I saw him. All the blood..” 

-”I know baby, it’s okay. I’m here.” 

-you guys were still so in love with each other at 20, maybe even more if that was possible 

-The trip to Seattle and trying to kill Abby really brought y’all even closer, seeing sides of each other you guys never had 

-The fear and the defeat you both felt on that trip, it made ellie more in love with you that you stayed 

-You two lived in a small farmhouse after the trip to Seattle, it was nice and quiet 

-You lived like two cottagecore lesbians out in the middle of nowhere, it was a good change 

-Ellie would love to paint you with flowers, she found that you and flowers together created a perfect masterpiece 

-Ellie was kinda a city girl so you had to teach her a lot of stuff, you mostly read books about farms because you didn’t have a clue either 

-You guys lived without pants, like no one was there to see y’all, no one to impress so like fuck it, who needs pants 

-Ellie loved waking up to you in the kitchen, with messy hair and nothing but her t-shirt on.... Yes please 

-To save water y’all would take baths together, it mostly always turned into bath sex 

- Ellie was glued to your side, like wherever you went she was there with you 

-She was very distracting, always kissing up your neck or moving your hips on hers 

-I swear this woman was distracting without meaning to be 

-When she was doing farm work and her tattoo would stand out, it made you want to jump on her every single time 

-Sex with her back then  was great but sex with her now was so much better 

-She really matured a lot, she knew what she wanted and just how to do it 

-Your pleasure came first to her, she loved the feeling of being able to pleasure you 

-Don’t worry, you didn’t leave her out. You made sure she felt just as good as you 

-She wasn’t shy so dirty talk was her thing 

-”Just one more time baby, i wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time.” I’m so gross im sorry AHDS

-She would fuck you on literally everything in the house 

-No one was near to hear y’all and y’all could do it anywhere and at anytime, it was fucking heaven for y’all 

-Y’all were together a lot and although ellie loved it, she knew you liked your alone time 

-She would go into her painting room and play guitar or draw, doing anything to keep her busy 

- After a hour or two went by you would come in and sit on her lap, hinting that  you were getting a bit lonely 

-You were always there for her when she went through her attacks, telling her it was going to be okay and you were here with her 

-”Y/N! I- I can’t.. can’t breath.” 

-”Ellie baby, you're okay. just keep taking deep breaths for me, okay?”

-Seeing her like this broke your heart but you were nothing but patient with her,  she was really thankful for that 

-You never talked about joel or even riley, you knew those were sensitive topics so when she did talked about them you listened and allowed her to rant 

-”You know, I think Riley would’ve really liked you.” 

-”You think so?” 

-”Yeah, she would’ve liked your weird taste in music.’ 

-Ellie dreamed about what it would've been like in a normal world

-She could see you two meeting at a movie theater, hitting it off and eventually getting married, Maybe adopting a kid or two

-She was so in love with you, no matter what you looked like or what your body type was. She loved you 

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!Credits to gif owner!

[irrfahrer]

Muse Stressors Checklist

Bold the stressors that your muse has experienced! Italicise the stressors that are verse-dependent!

athletic injury | breaking their arm / leg | childhood abuse | child leaving home | conflict in the workplace | death of a child / parent / partner / other close family member / close friend | death threats | dismissal from / loss of job | divorce / breakup | drug / alcohol addiction | earthquake | estrangement from child / parent / partner / other close family member / close friend | excessive paperwork | failure to complete school | falling on an icy sidewalk | fire | flood | foreclosure of mortgage or loan | harassment | homelessness | hurricane | imprisonment | job change | long-term unemployment | major / minor violation of the law | marriage | marital reconciliation | military combat | mortgage / other loan | moving house | physically attacked | poor health of a child / parent / partner / other close family member / close friend  | pregnancy | retirement | road traffic accident | robbery | severe personal injury / illness | sexual assault | sexual difficulties | significant change in eating habits | significant change in financial state | significant change in living conditions | significant change in sleeping habits | terrorist attack | threatened with physical violence | trouble with in-laws | unplanned pregnancy / abortion | unsafe working conditions | vandalism | workplace stress

unsafe working conditions | workplace stress | homelessness : While her work in the AgriCorps and especially as a Healer in sickbays and on by war devasted planets ahd not been exactly safe, Ziv had always had the Corps to rely and return to. Obviously after Order 66 the AJedi Order and all its branches are gone despite some explorer-corps-starships still flaoting around in deep space.

severe personal illness : Ziv was born a runt with albinism who wouldn´t had survived on Tynna before the modern age and who still had very slim chances of survival in the modern time, which meant that it was in this case the best case for her beeing adopted into the Jedi Order and given the very best medical care possible in the Galaxy. Still, while Ziv is now a adult, she still is a adult that had grown from the very sickly,fargile child she had been. Accordingly the fact that she had been a very sickly child is something  that follows Ziv- she watches her diet, she watches her training, she  watchs her condition to never fall back to the sickly sate, but the  thought that if she ever makes a mistake she could easily get sick and  weak, follows her everyday. In the same manner, Ziv is a alien in a by Humanoids dominated Galaxy- what is just  weak sniffles for a human can due to Ziv having a different biology turn ito a full blown pneumonia for the Tynnan in the matter fo a day. Accordingly she has to be not only careful because she is prone to become very sick, but especially because she can become so very differently sick than her usual patients. 

estrangement from close friend | failure to complete school : When Ziv had been send to the AgriCorps as a eleven year old, she felt abonded but above anyhing else she had felt as if she had failed to be everythign she had wanted to be since she could think: a Jedi. It is of course not this way, the Service-Corps was important for the life in the galaxy, but Ziv could not shake off the feeling that she was somehow not worth enough to be a jedi-knight. Out of spite she leaned into her work, mastered Consitor sato thanked to her fast knowledge of flora and became a herbal healer. But despite her overcompensating before other people by beeing especially loud and appearing especially arrogant and full of hrself, the feeling still stayed. In the time of the rebellion Ziv would not even refer to herself as a Jedi, as a Botanist yes, as a Healer yes, as a Force-sensetive, but never as part of the order.

significant change in eating habits | significant change in financial state | significant change in sleepig habits: Ziv grew up in the Jedi-Temple, so before Order 66 Ziv could always be sure that she would always be at least fed, financial stable and have a place to return to to sleep. That obviously changed after order 66. In the same manner since Order 66 Ziv is insomniac. SHe had before always been a bad sleeper.  That has several reasons: For one the Tynnan has the habit of ignoring her own boundarys as in  pushing brutally over those boundarys until it goes into the terraine of harming her own health . Accordingly she pushes her Body to its limits by using her herbal craft as a resource. Which is not exactly healthy to do on a permanent Basis, but Ziv ignores the negatives effects on her body and her occasionally brutal circulatory collapse. Therefor the herbs keep herself permanently awake. When she eventually breaks down she will again use herbs to slow down her metabolism so she can sleep, which will lead to her sometimes sleeping for twenthyfour hours without pause after going through days without sleep. Another stark reason for her Insomnia is that Ziv can´t sleep on starships or starstations since her claustophobia will make her restless. The other reason for Zivs insomnia is the Murakami Orchid bound to her for the Murakami with their highly developted telepathy tries to reach out to Ziv. Now the Orchid is still a sproutling and therefor still the equivalent  of a infant. This in combination with Zivs natural “thickheadness” makes it is  yet impossible that the two of them could build up a telepathic  connection that would include exchanging thoughts. However that does not  mean that there is no connection and no exchange between them. The  orchid is still highly force-sensetive and would catch the thoughts |  emotions of the people around Ziv constantly even with wisps of  Precognition and Force-visions. And when Ziv is sleeping and her  mind-shield is almost down the Orchid projects this feelings, images,  flashes of visions and precognition in Zivs mind to talk to her in their  own way. Needless to say Ziv has most of the time not the slightest  clue what is going on and it is very frustrating for her that she  herself can not build up a connection with the Orchid which makes her  feel even more isolated as she thinks she can only take care of the  plants outer needs.  They send visions, thoughts, emotionsand pictures make Ziv wake   up with a certaine thought, a idea, a  warning, a sudden understanding of something,the knowledge about what  had happned on a complete different location while she was asleep, or  the image of someone who is important or whom she is suppose to seek  out, or a heavy gutfeeling that guides her, or she expierences confusing  deja-vues which she can use to navigate safer through the galaxy under  the empires reign. However in most cases those dreams just leave her  completly exhausted and Ziv has no idea why she is expierencing them.  

Pregnancy | Unplanned Pregnancy: While Thruds and Ullrs Birth is versedependant, the Verse where they are or the fact that they came into zivs life most important is in one of the Sequel Verse: On Telemachus Trace. In this Ziv had gone through the pregnancy and had had her daughters only to be caught up by the crimelord she had gotten her cortosis-vembrace from to be frozen in carbonite and sold as a artpiece. After she is thawned up again, Ziv suffers from amnesia- she knows who she is and her story but the details are gone like the face sof the people she had been close to like her Creche-master. The whole year before she was frozen in carbonite is complety gone, including the fact that she had been pregnant and had had her daughters and left them with a co-worker in Deep Current before going on a short mission. However- Ziv is not a idiot and even if she would not be specialized in midwifery, she is not ignorant enough to not notice the sympthomes her body that had gone through a full term pregnancy, a birth and six months of nursing, is showing: Stretchmarks under her fur, a literal c-section-scar under her fur, backache as a permanent echo from the utterly strained pelvic-base, Phantom-contractions, Phantom-kicks, and the most obvious the swelling of breasts and the fact that she starts lectating either during her work when she is helping in a  birth and walking her patient through the stress, is triggered by infant crying or is under extreme stress like caused by nightmares and fractions of memories. However, that she noticed all this sympthomes in herself, but just can not remember having been pregnant let alone her own daughters,is utterly disturbing and devasting and Ziv has no idea how to handle it. She had had children and she can not even remember the feelings of their first kicks. So she hides in work, trying not to think of the child or children that íf they had survived are by now older than her and had lived without ever knowing about her.

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The Stars Made Us (Part 25)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: angst and language throughout, violence/gore, blood, surgery

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamyfears, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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Almost another month had passed since your first passion filled night with Stephen. Now, you’d been at Kamar-Taj six months. But Stephen was right about seeing Charles, so you did talk to the Ancient one and three times a week, you would visit Charles. In person, you two more than made up. He apologized deeply, explaining that he just missed you so much and worried he was losing you. You said you understood and things seemed to be on the balance with Charles and Stephen for a while. 

Stephen said he was going to the library after dinner and you said you’d be in the bedroom, putting away the clothes you had cleaned the day before. After a while, you decided to join him in the library. 

When you got in there, you didn’t find anyone up front. Instead, Stephen, Mordo, and Wong were speaking angrily. You frowned as you joined them. 

“What you just did takes more than a good memory. You were born for the mystic arts,” Mordo was saying as you walked in.

“And yet, my hands still shake,” Stephen said angrily.

Wong replied, “For now, yes.”

“Not forever?” he clarified.

“We’re not prophets.”

“When do you start telling me what we are?” Stephen demanded. At first, you wanted to reign him in a bit, remind him that he owed these people, but then you realized you slightly wanted to know too.

Wong nodded, seeming to concede. “While heroes like the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers, we sorcerers safeguard it against more mystical threats.”

“The Ancient One is the latest in a long line of Sorcerers Supreme, going back thousands of years to the father of the mystic arts, the mighty Agamotto. The same sorcerer who created the eye you so recklessly borrowed. Agamotto built 3 Sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand. That door leads to the Hong Kong Sanctum, that door to the New York Sanctum. That one, to the London Sanctum. Together, the Sanctums generate a protective shield around our world.”

“The Sanctums protect the world, and we sorcerers protect the Sanctums,” Mordo said.

Stephen gave Wong a look filled with anger and suspicion. To be honest, you were starting to get worried too. You thought this was just a place to learn mystic arts, to heal. Now, you learned they were some sort of warriors? 

“From what?” he demanded. 

“Other-dimensional beings that threaten our universe.”

“Like Dormammu?” Stephen asked.

“Where did you learn that name?” Mordo asked. 

“I just read it in The Book of Cagliostro. Why?”

“Dormammu dwells in the Dark Dimension, beyond time. He is the cosmic conquerer, the destroyer of worlds. A being of infinite power and endless hunger, on a quest to invade every universe and bring all worlds into his Dark Dimension. And he hungers for Earth most of all.”

“The pages that Kaecilius stole,” Stephen started, the wheels turning in his head.

 “A ritual to contact Dormammu and draw power from the Dark Dimension,” Wong finished.

You shook your head, beyond confused and worried now. He looked at you and started to laugh.

“Uh, um, Okay. I’m out,” Stephen said and you whipped your face to him. 

“Stephen,” you started, a bit of shock and chiding in your tone.

“No, YN, I came here to heal my hands, not fight in some mystical war.” 

Suddenly, a bell began tolling and you looked to Stephen, then Wong. 

“London.” 

The door to London opened and a man was running out of it. He suddenly fell to his kneels with a gurgling sound and a nearly transparent spear in his back. Fear and panic overtook you. You backed up a step, holding onto Stephen’s arm.

“Kaecilius! No!” Wong shouted before a giant burst of light came flying at you all. It blasted both you and Stephen through another door, landing on the ground with debris hitting all over you. 

Stephen and you got your feet as he shouted for Wong and Mordo, but a wall built itself between you and Kamar-Taj, dropping more debris on both of you. You coughed and he led you away from the wall, further into the new building you were in. 

You two stumbled a bit and found yourselves at the bottom of a grand staircase. Stephen started to stumble a bit more, groaning. 

“Stephen, Stephen, wait,” you called after him. 

“One second,” he called back. He opened the door and you ran after him, through the doors. You stepped outside and the two of you looked around. 

“We’re in--”

“New York,” he finished. 

“So portal us back,” he suddenly said, turning to you.” 

“What? I can’t. I don’t have a sling ring. Besides, you’re supposed to be as good as I am, by now.” 

He nodded. “Right. I don’t have mine. Let’s start looking around. Maybe we can find a way back.” 

The two of you began walking around the sanctum, calling out for anyone. The two of you wound up at the end of a hallway that had what appeared to be windows looking into several different environments. Stephen opened the tall glass doors on the window, exposing both of you to a giant gust of wind and sea mist.  He saw the knob on the side of the window and turned it, making it a desert-scape. 

“Well, that’s… handy. Saves on plane ticket costs,” you murmured. 

“Yeah, no kidding.” 

The exploration continued as you walked with Stephen. 

“Did you mean what you said back there? About not continuing?” 

“Yes,” he said adamantly. 

“But--”

“Can we talk about this later, maybe? After we’re sure we aren’t being hunted by a guy who channels the dark universe or whatever.” 

“Alright,” you said before the two of you called out again. You were walking through relics, it almost looked like a museum filled with old artifacts. 

You and Stephen heard a noise making you look down some steps. You walked down them together and came to a banister overlooking more steps. You saw the wall and doors were moving oddly, as if folding in on themselves and then overlapping again. Stephen made a motion for you to stay behind him.   

“Daniel. I see they made you Master of the Sanctum,” Kaecilius said as he walked in with two others. Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound and the sight. So he was hunting you two. That made you think about Wong and Mordo and you began to worry for them. You hoped they were alright, but right now you ahd to focus on possibly keeping you and Stephen alive. 

“Do you know what that means?” the man asked. 

“That you’ll die protecting it.”

The three of them formed their glass looking blades and began fighting him. 

“Stephen, we can’t just stand here. We have to help him,” you urged quietly. 

Just as Daniel fell to his knees, Stephen leapt over the railing and shouted, “Stop!” 

But it was too late. Kaecillius stabbed the man, in the chest. 

You gasped. 

"How long have you been at Kamar-TaJ, Mister…?" he asked, and you felt extremely uncomfortable as his eyes looked dark, as if something was feeding on him. 

"Doctor."

"Just Doctor?"

"It’s Strange," Stephen corrected and you narrowed your eyes, wondering why the hell he was talking with this guy and not just escaping him.

Kaecilius shrugged and said, "Maybe. Who am I to judge?"

He pulled his blade back and stabbed Daniel again in the torso, making him fall on the ground, dead. 

This was the second man you’d seen killed in the course of ten minutes and you weren’t doing well with that. Your adrenaline hadn’t stopped pumping since the first man had fallen.

He then began to come up the stairs as the other two comrades  ran up the other sides of the walls at you two. Stephen tried to conjure a weapon but he was too slow, and the woman came flying in from your right side, kicking you both and knocking you down. 

The other man kicked Stephen, who was still standing. You formed a small whip from the very little you knew of sorcery and wrapped it around the woman’s leg and tugged. Thankfully, she didn’t expect you to do this so it gave you a small advantage that caught her off guard. This gave Stephen enough time to create his own form of a small whip and he snapped it in the man’s face before hitting the woman. 

He leapt over the railing and lassoed a vase and slammed it into the man. Kaecilius made it up the stairs and he launched the blade at Stephen, but he deflected it into the mirror dimension. You kicked Kaecilius in the knee from the side, making him drop down, but he formed a blade and tried to stab you with it. You rolled out of the way before conjuring up  a small shield before you got to your feet, running down the stairs.  

Kaecilius ordered that the woman go after you and while he and the other man went after Stephen. You frowned before turning around to face her. Your anger growing every second. You focused your energy to create a weapon most like a baton, slashing at her. 

She took her blade and cut at you. You jumped back, trying to dodge her blows. You conjured up a shield before pushing it out at her to get her back from you and when you did that, you kicked her hard in the chest. It knocked her back into the wall and you made a run for it, trying to get to Stephen. 

You followed the sounds of thuds and grunts. When you found them, Kaecililius was twisting the hallway as if it were a dryer, and Stephen was the clothing inside, getting banged around like a pinball. You formed a long lasso and snapped it at him, knocking him off his focus. The woman showed up behind you and grabbed your head before swinging you hard into the floor. You saw black, and then blinding pain. You groaned as you rolled over, but at least she stopped focusing on you. But then she focused on Stephen -- that was worse. 

She dove at him as he hung on the wall, but she missed him as he moved out of her way. She fell towards the windows that had the desert-scape on it. She landed ont he floor and stood quickly though. Stephen looked up towards you as he hung from the side of the wall. H esaw you clearly wounded and he focused back on the woman, letting go and knocking her through the windows, but he managed to hold on to the edge of the wall. But as he climbed back into the room and tried to change the access to the location, the other man ran up and began fighting Stephen. 

Kaecilius reset his concentration on you as he saw you getting up. He sent a whip at you, wrapping it around your ankle and pulling. Making you fall backwards and hitting the back of your head. Now the front of your head and the back of your head. 

As he pulled you you tried to fight it, before you formed a blade of your own and cut through the rope. He formed a clear blade again and launched it at you, and since you were only a few feet away, it plunged into your upper leg, pinning you to the floor. 

“Fuck!” you screamed. You’d never felt pain this bad. White hot stabbing pains throbbed through your leg. 

Now that you were incapacitated, he was focused on Stephen, armed with two glass blades he went after Stephen and you tried to get up, but you couldn’t. The blade was pinning you to the floor and you couldn’t grab it or you’d risk slicing your hands wide open. TKaecilius pushed Stephen away from him at one point and he ran towards you. 

“Are you okay?” he asked quickly. 

“No, but go! Go!” you managed to yell and he seemed to listen to you. He held your hand for a split second before looking back to Kaecililus who was turning around to get to him. “Go,” you whispered. He nodded, seeming to fight within himself before he grunted and ran off. He hoped he could lure Kaecilius away from you, and thankfully he was right. 

Kaecilius completely ignored you as he dashed after Stephen but you hated the idea of not being able to help so you tried to think of something to conjure. You heard a crash and some more fighting and tears started to roll down your face.

If anything happened to Stephen you weren’t sure what you’d do. 

More crashing and you were getting more angry and feeling more helpless by the second. Finally, you thought of conjuring a lasso around the blade and you ripped it out. Your medical training knew that wasn’t the best idea, but you didn’t have time for anything else. 

As you got up and limped horribly, nearly crying out every time you moved any muscle, Stephen ran into you. He was bleeding profusely, blood running all over the floor. 

“Oh my god. Stpehen,” you gasped and you tried to hold him up. He was falling towards the ground and you could barely hold yourself up. 

The man was back and you were irritated. Beyond pissed. You let go of Stephen for a moment before turning to conjure a bolt of energy to cast the guy back. The cloak that you didn’t even notice on Stephen flew at the guy and started to slam him into the wall, the floor. 

“Give me your sling ring,” you told Stephen.

“I don’t have it,” he choked out.

But that second, the man lost his sling ring. You quickly picked it up and portaled into the hospital Stephen used to work at -- the one that Christine still worked at. He was shaking horribly and his eyes were shutting in pain. 

“Hang on, just hang on,” you ordered. You helped him through the portal in a janitors closet before pulling him through the doors with all your strength to carry yourself and him. Somehow you were able to block out most of your pain, if it meant helping Stpehen. He looked as if he were dying. 

Once you got through the doors you began yelling. “Dr. Christine Palmer!” you shouted.

“Ma’am? What's wrong are you--”

“Where is Dr. Palmer?” you asked. 

“We need to get you two--”

“Where is she?” you demanded angrily.

“Nurses station!” she responded, backing away. 

“Chrisitine!” you shouted again, hoping she'd hear you. 

Thankfully, she did. 

“Y/N?” she asked, turning to face you and when she saw you trying to drag Stephen with you, her eyes went wide. “Oh my god!” she gasped. She ran over to help you carry him. “What happened?” 

“We need to get me on an operation table now. Just you. Now! I don’t have any time!” Stephen informed her and the two of you got him in the closest OR.

“What the hell happened?” she demanded, looking at you and him. 

“Stabbed. Cardiac tamponade.”

“My god, what are you wearing?” she asked him as she tore his robes open and you leaned on some equipment nearby trying not to bleed out or lose consciousness. “Chest cavity clear,” she announced as she tapped around his rib cage. 

“The blood… is in the pericardial sac,” Stephen informed her. 

A split second later, he lost consciousness.

“Christine!” you urged and she turned around to see why you were upset. You were pulling yourself to the table, your right leg practically falling off of you at this point. “Stephen? Stephen!” you tried , shaking him to see if he’d wake up.

“No, no, no,” she said desperately. 

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked at him. You squeezed your hands together tightly as you looked at him, biting your lip. Fear and anxiety  filled you to the brim. Panic began to set in as your heart raced. 

Christine attached a heart monitor to him quickly and it showed he was at least still alive. She got the needle ready to extract the blood pooling in the sac, and suddenly Stephen’s astral form burst through the air right next to you. 

“Just a little higher. Please be careful with the needle,” he said suddenly. 

She jumped back away from the table and shrieked. "Stephen? Oh lord, oh lord. What am I seeing?" she asked, looking terrified.

"My astral body," he explained.

"Are you dead?" she asked.

"No, Christine, but I am dying," he reminded and your chest restricted.  

"Right. Right," she said as she walked over and repositioned the needle just before Stephen but his two fingers in himself to light up the area to show her where the blood had been pooling. 

She worked on doing the procedure before suddenly Stephen looked up and said, “I’m gonna have to vanish now. Keep me alive, will you?”

“Thank you,” you said as you stood by the table before wincing in pain.

“Are you alright?” she asked, eyeing your leg. Blood had stained your pants and it was pooling on the floor. 

You shook your head, shooting her a look that you needed help.

“Alright. I’ll page for another doctor to come get you--”

“No, I stay here.” 

The light over the table moved and you just glanced at it, realizing what must be happening. Christine tried not to notice is as she addressed you again. 

“You’re going to bleed out, Y/N, if we don't get you fixed up--”

You looked around and walked over to the medicine cabinet and tore out some gauze packets and held them to your wound, applying pressure. 

“There? Happy?” 

“Not really, but I can’t make you do anything.”

“I just… I can’t leave him,” you said. 

She nodded. “Right, I understand.” She seemed to get moved by an unseen force and you frowned at her. “What’s happening?”

“If I had to guess, Stephen is fighting the astral form of the guy who attacked us,” you explained, looking around the room. 

“And can you, uh--”

“Project my astral form? No. Stephen is the one in the real training, I just know a few tricks,” you explained.

One second later, the heart monitor began to ring out the horrifying monotone beep that signified Stephen’s heartbeat had stopped. 

You stood up again and stood beside the bed. Chrisitne ran to get a crash cart and pulled it over, charging the paddles. 

“Clear,” she announced and you made sure to stand back. 

She hit him with the charge and you thought your heart would leap out of your chest at the sight of him coming up off the table. Another table went flying right after she did that and both of you looked its way. 

“Stephen, come on,” she urged and you looked down at him in panic. 

“Stephen?” you choked out. 

Just before you were about to go into hysterics, the monitor began beeping. You and Christine looked at each other and rejoiced. But it was quickly tampered out when Stephen busted through in his astral projection and said, “Up the voltage and hit me again.” 

Christine jumped back from him, gasping.

“What?” you asked of him, wondering if he’d lost his mind.

“Up the voltage, and hit me again.” 

“What? No, you’re heart’s beating.”

“Just do it!” he ordered before stealing away again.

She glanced at you and you firmly agreed and said, “Do what he says.”

You stepped back, she upped the charge, and hit him again with the voltage. You tried not to let the sight cause you too much distress but it was hard. The next second, every lightbulb in the OR started bursting. You put your head down and covered your eyes.  

Stephen finally came to life on the table, making Christine jump. 

"Are you okay?" she asked. 

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Y/N?" he asked, his eyes immediately going to you. 

"I, uh, I'll be fine as soon as someone can look at my leg," you weakly said before collapsing on the ground next to the table.

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