#i know I’m not supposed to write a full lab in one day

[romanticize-until-you-drop]

2024-05-11

Just me and LaTeX again at the library.

But on a good note: the weather is beautiful!

[clockwayswrites]

So far this file is called 'birdritch'. Those of you who follow my art tumblr might know where this is going. I needed something light to write, been a low day. There has been zero editing or reading through and it is past 2am, sorry and enjoy! (Don't need any typos pointed out, ty.)

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“You are supposed to be home.”

Danny blinked up from his work to find Lucius Fox standing in the doorway of the lab. The man had the sport of expression one wore around a child who had just done something disappointing.

(Danny was used to the look, even if it had been a long time since he'd been a kid. Or seen his parents, for that mater.)

“Okay, but,” Danny started, “we agreed that I could start at ten and take my eight hours and one for lunch—”

“A mandatory one hour for lunch away from your desk,” Lucius interrupted.

“Yes, yes, I’ve been doing that! I’ve been eating out on the rooftop garden or even leaving the building and eating out or taking lunch to the park. I’ve been behaving, Lucius, I promise.”

Lucius raised a judgmental brow. “It’s after eight, Danny.”

“What? No. I have an alarm on my phone and everything… okay, well, that only works if my phone is charged.” Danny jabbed uselessly at his phone screen. He followed the charger, which was plugged in, all the way to the wall. He resisted the urge to let his head fall against the wall. “I guess Leslie fried the outlet again or something. I’m sorry, Lucius.”

“It’s fine, Danny,” Lucius said, “but only because, one, I know you have been trying, and two, I am going to buy you the most embarrassing alarm clock I can find and mount it to something in this lab. Now it is late and I am going home and so are you, Mr. Fenton.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Fox,” Danny said and made an exaggerate show of packing up his backpack, dead phone and all.

Lucius gave a little snort at the antics, but left with a ‘get home safe, Danny’. After his boss was gone, Danny took the time to actually make sure everything was in his bag and secure. He still didn’t get why he couldn’t just work late, but apparently WE had something of an insistence of work life balance. According to Lucius, Danny crossed the line too often and so was being kept in line. (Danny didn’t think mention he didn’t have much of a life, literally and otherwise, would help his case.)

Still, Danny mused as he stepped inside the empty elevator, the rules did keep him from becoming his parents. And that was a very, very good thing! Being a mad scientist in Gotham usually ended up landing someone in Arkham. It was just that after the chaos that Danny grew up with, going back to his empty apartment was depressing. It wasn’t as if Danny never got out and did things, it was just that all those things were mostly on the weekend. Most days he just didn’t have a reason to go back to his place.

There was no getting out of it tonight, the great and powerful Fox had spoken and Danny knew better than to try and sneak back up. He lifted his hands over his head, stretching as the elevator descended the last few floors. Oh well, at least it was before ten. He could still grab something on the way home and have a full, warm meal to take his pain meds on. By the pull along his forearm he would need them.

“Night, Bill,” Danny said as he passed the security guard who was on the evening shift. He got another ‘get home safe’ in response and gave a little wave in reply over his shoulder.

Even after the few years in Gotham, it still amused Danny how much everyone wished everyone else some sort of safe travels here. As much as Gotham was a city of hardened realists, there still was so much hope about it. Hope people got home safely, that the Bats would get where they were need in time, that the city would rebuild again and again and again. The undercurrent of hope was so strong that Danny could practically feel it moving through the city like a river.

It had been one of the reasons Danny had taken the job.

He could use hope.

He also had been very careful not to look too closely into it all. While Danny’s early life may have been dominated by the occult, he tried to stay away from it these days outside of the necessary visits to the Realm for his health. As much as the Far Frozen was full of ghost yetis, Frostbite was still a being of science and being there felt more like a cold vacation to his weird relatives than anything else those days.

Danny was actually worried that he was getting close to needing another visit. He shouldn’t, not yet. He wasn’t actually due back for another three months, but the thought of visiting Frostbite had been pulling at the back of Danny’s mind. The most annoying part of it all, is that there wasn’t any concrete reason that Danny felt he needed to go, just a lot of little things: the ache was deeper in his bones, he’d been missing noticing little things, his near constant vertigo was worse, and, oddest of all, he had been feeling chilled.

Maybe he should just take a long weekend and go for a quick visit.

Lucius would undoubtedly approve of the break.

Tomorrow, Danny would ask tomorrow.

(As long as he remembered.)

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Reader (hurt/no comfort)

Summary: While visiting your friend from college, you meet her neighbor across the hall and begin a fling with him. But how long can these good times last?

WC: 2.3k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), handjob, oral (m! receiving), unprotected p in v, hurt/no comfort, cheating, mention of weight shaming (not towards Reader)

A/N: y'all asked for it and I have delivered. Sorry, there won't be a part 2 fix-it because I like to put the "hurt" in "hurt/no comfort."

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Hawkins, Indiana didn’t have too much to offer. It was a tiny blip on a map that you could drive through and barely notice if you weren’t paying close attention. 

It also happened to be the hometown of your best friend from college. You and Nancy became fast friends after you both got lost on your first day at Emerson. It turned out that you were going to the same class, and the room number had been a misprint that led to a nonexistent room. 

Now, fresh on the heels of graduation, Nancy had secured a full-time position at the Hawkins Post and just moved into her own apartment. It gave you the perfect excuse to spend a few days crashing at her place like you’d never left the dorms. 

At least, that had been the original plan, until Nancy got a call about a biohazard leak from Hawkins Lab that had begun infiltrating an area affectionately dubbed “Lovers Lake,” which could be her first big story if she played her cards right. Why a miniscule town had a whole lab, you had no idea. What you did know was that you would be spending most of your time here by yourself, rather than with Nancy. 

Long days alone left you bored, occasionally working on the draft of your novel. While Nancy took to the structure of journalism, you preferred creative writing. She was the logician to your dreamer. Sometimes you loved that about her; other times, her straightforward line of thinking was the bane of your existence. 

Words swam on the page as you scanned each line, adding details and crossing out any superfluous information that added nothing to the plot. You pinched the bridge of your nose and massaged it, hoping to settle your vision enough to keep editing. 

Knock knock knock. 

“Wheeler, you in there?”

A man’s voice drifted from the other side of the door. Nancy had briefly mentioned knowing some of her neighbors, but you had never actually met them. 

“Wheeler?”

You padded over to the door. When you peered through the peephole, you saw the fish-eye version of a man. You first noticed his frizzy curls escaping the rubberband attempting to hold back his hair—well, that and his biceps, fully on display in his black tank top. 

Opening the door, you willed yourself to keep your composure.  

His brown eyes widened and his full lips turned upwards into a small smile. “You’re not Wheeler.”

“What gave it away?”

The man leaned one muscular arm against the doorframe. He smelled of tobacco and cologne. “Cute and sarcastic. A winning combination.” His smirk nearly brought you to your knees. “I ran out of paper towels and figured Wheeler probably keeps ‘em stockpiled. She has that ‘doomsday prepper’ energy.”

You laughed, crossing your arms as you let your eyes meet his. How did Nancy live in the same building as this guy and not constantly jump his bones? “I think she’d prefer to call it ‘emergency preparedness.’”

“Tomato, to-mah-to.” His gaze flicked over to the roll of paper towels Nancy kept by the sink. “May I?”

Nodding, you stepped aside to let him in. “I’m Eddie, by the way,” he said over his shoulder.

You introduced yourself with as much confidence as you could muster. “I’m supposed to be visiting Nancy for the week, but she’s been at work twenty-four seven.” 

Eddie’s ears pricked at the information. “I live across the hall in 6B if you ever need anything. Snacks, music recommendations, someone to keep you entertained since Wheeler selfishly ditched you.” His eyes twinkled at the joke, but there was a mischievous air in his tone. An insinuation of the type of entertainment he might provide. 

It wasn’t until the next day that you took Eddie up on his offer, knocking on his door three times. Your heart pounded in your chest the moment you heard him slide the chain lock off of its track, its beating surely still audible even as he cracked open the metal door. 

“Well, look who it is.” An unlit cigarette dangled between his lips and he’d pulled his curls back into a bun at the nape of his neck. “How can I be of service, sweetheart?”

“I was hoping we could hang out?” You winced at the inflection that made your statement into a question. 

Eddie cocked his head in contemplation. “Yeah?” He chuckled and shoved the cigarette back into its pack. “All right. Let’s go to yours then.”

His fingers brushed against the small of your back as you led him to Nancy’s apartment. Your pulse thrummed in your ears. Were you really doing this? Were you really inviting a stranger over to hang out?

This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea—

“Does Wheeler have a guest room? Or does she make you crash on the couch?”

Shaking off your nerves, you summoned a smile. “No guest room, unfortunately.”

“Such a shame.” Eddie clicked his tongue. “Was hoping for a little privacy.” Head tilted to the side, his gaze devoured you whole. 

“I mean…” You wracked your brain for a solution. “We could just talk. Get to know each other.”

He exhaled, his breath laced with frustration. “Sweetheart, we only have a week. Six days now, actually, and then you go back home. ‘S not a lot of time.”

With that, Eddie stepped forward and placed a gentle kiss on your neck, letting his lips linger for a moment as he whispered, “is this okay?”

“Mhm.” Your hands readily found his waist, fingertips digging into the skin as you pulled him in closer. Hardness pressed against the fly of his jeans, and you could feel it even through the thick fabric. 

“Gotta admit, sweetheart,” Eddie tugged your shirt up over your head and tossed it aside haphazardly. “I was thinking about you when you knocked. Was about to take matters into my own hands.” 

He grinned at the double entendre, one hand snaking to your back to unhook your bra. “Goddamn.” He positioned his lips around one nipple, then the other, sucking until they were pert and sensitive. 

Desire pooled between your thighs and a whimper escaped you, your breath hitching as you tried to regain some semblance of control. No one had ever made you feel so wanted, so needed, with only a few kisses. 

“‘S a pretty noise,” Eddie mumbled. He unbuttoned your jeans with the dexterity of a musician, and you wondered if he played any instruments. 

You didn’t know a lot about him: his job, his hobbies, his favorite color. There was no time to consider that now, not while he had sat himself on the sofa and was already unbuckling his own belt. 

Eddie pulled his pants and boxers just low enough to free his erection, the head of his cock already slick with pre-cum. He leaned his head back, his hand reaching out to yours. 

Naively, you threaded your fingers with his, like it was some intimate gesture. Embarrassment flooded your bloodstream when Eddie laughed under his breath and wrapped your hand around his length. 

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He inhaled sharply as you moved your hand up and down. 

You worked him, swiping your thumb over the tip and feeling him shudder at your touch. Each reaction grew your confidence until you were straddling him, the thin fabric of your panties serving as the only barrier between the two of you. 

Eddie’s palm pressed against the back of your head, a wordless plea for you to use your mouth. You obliged, pulling his pants down to his ankles and trying not to outwardly wince when your knees dug into the thin carpet.

You relished the sound of each moan that you drew from him, knowing that you were making him feel that way. Your lips wrapped around the head, tongue swirling around it to further heighten his sensitivity. One hand cupped his balls, carefully kneading them in the same rhythm that your mouth took with his shaft. 

As if on instinct, he pushed your head farther down his shaft. You weren’t expecting it, tears pricking at your eyes as you coughed around him. 

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie let go of you so you could readjust. You were all too grateful that he didn’t turn the moment into a chance to pity you, saving you from further humiliation. 

Wordlessly, you went back to sucking him off. His thighs trembled; for a moment, you expected to feel him spilling onto your tongue. But Eddie only pulled back, his finger wiping away the saliva that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. 

“Ride me.” He patted his lap, eyes shining as you obeyed without hesitation. “Fuck, wish you were gonna be around longer. I could get used to this.”

Eddie watched you as you sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch until you were full of him. Your own gaze stayed fixed on his lips, so plush and begging to be kissed. 

You let lust guide you. Despite an initial shock, Eddie parted your lips with his tongue until your shuddering breath mixed with his. Had no one ever kissed him with such passion? Had no one ever shown him how wanted he was? Is that why he had seemed so surprised when you displayed that kind of intimacy?

There was no time to further ponder these notions, not when he gripped your ass and bucked his hips upward. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was so good, it was too easy for all of your thoughts to only focus on him. The way his mouth tasted of tobacco, the way he held you like he couldn’t bear to let you go, the way each thrust filled you deliciously…

“You close?”

Were you? Not really; it had been just a few minutes, but you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Men got insecure if they finished before their partner, especially someone new. 

So you just nodded, your eyes locking onto him in hopes he’d believe the lie. Eddie didn’t meet your look; he leaned forward and dug his teeth into your shoulder as he came.

“Oh, God. Fucking Christ–holy shit.”

Giddiness and a twinge of pride fluttered within you, almost as good as an orgasm itself. Maybe you’d get yours next time.

As though reading your mind, Eddie tucked his forefinger under your chin and his thumb atop it. “We should do this again sometime.”

 And so you did. Every day that week while Nancy was at work, Eddie came over to her apartment. The couch became your sex spot, so much that you joked about Eddie’s ass leaving an imprint in the fabric. 

“Maybe we could go to your place?” You suggested on Thursday when Eddie practically mauled you the moment he stepped through the doorway.

He just shook his head. “Nah. I wouldn’t want you to see all of my shit, sweetheart.”

You didn’t even want to imagine the bachelor pad that you might find across the hall, empty pizza boxes cluttering the trash can, beer bottles strewn everywhere, ashtrays full of cigarette butts. 

You did find out a little more about Eddie: He worked nights at the plant, which was why he was home during the day. He played guitar and sang lead vocals in his band, Corroded Coffin. And once you moved his hand down to your clit, he could definitely make you come.

That Friday, before Eddie pulled out, he ran his thumb along your lower lip.

“Wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow morning,” he murmured. “If you were sticking around, I might have had to ask you on a date.”

It was almost enough. The thought of being a real couple, someday even making love instead of simply having sex, brought a smile to your face. Maybe you could make these visits to Nancy more often than you’d originally anticipated.

You decided it must be fate when rain poured down in sheets and lightning zigzagged across the sky, delaying your flight for twelve hours. The cab driver crawled at a snail’s pace as he drove you back to Nancy’s, and you kept reminding yourself that he was doing it for your safety. 

Eddie would be so excited to have another day with you. Another afternoon to spend together, to draw pleasure from one another…possibly even discuss the potential of a long-distance relationship.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

His name echoed with each step you took up the stairwell. You would just knock on his door, fling yourself into his arms, and–

“Hey, babe. Looks like you made it back just in time.”

Eddie. 

Your stomach was a leaden weight when you reached the sixth floor and saw Eddie taking a suitcase from a blonde woman and kissing her until her baby pink lipstick smudged on his mouth. And if that wasn’t enough, there was a thin gold band on his ring finger that hadn’t been there the whole week.

“I would’ve walked if it meant getting home,” the woman said softly. “My mom is still awful, by the way. She kept asking if I was pregnant because, and I quote, ‘you look like you’ve been gaining weight, Chrissy.’”

There was no hiding the smirk on Eddie’s face. “We could make it happen, if you want.”

Chrissy swatted at him and walked into the apartment, and then it was just you and Eddie.

“You’re married.”

You barely recognized your own voice, thick with tears that you were willing back until you were alone. 

Surprise flashed across his face for only a second before he composed himself. He looked right through you, mumbling sorry under his breath as he tugged his wife’s–his wife’s–luggage over the threshold and disappeared to be with her.

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[lesbianherald]

if you are comfortable with sharing that first draft, please do! I would absolutely love to see it, very curious to know how it all started!!

So - this is re: the first kiss in coming home, which is the first scene I wrote/inspired the whole fic! I offered to share the first draft of it this morning under an ask about writing and process.

Sometimes I have to jump ahead and write scenes I'm really excited about, because often they will jump into my brain and just circle and circle like food in a microwave. Then I use those scenes to prompt some of the rest of the story

For instance - I knew they needed to reconcile over something big - but the actual details of what happened between them and why I was completely unclear of.

things like "i should have kissed you that night in the snow" just sounded cool to me. so I got ideas for flashbacks in this too.

disclaimers - this is bad. i am not sharing this because I think its good but because I think its interesting, especially in terms of what I kept...

and there's a ton of notes to myself. little question marks. and this (//) which usually is just shorthand for I hate what i just wrote but I'm plowing forward anyways.

I redacted a few sentences that were just... too excruciating to publish, but I'll keep everything else the same.

Start

Jayce’s heart is thundering in his ears. Viktor’s expression isn’t one he’s seen before. Never. 

“But you - I can’t - and - eh (??),” Viktor tries. Jayce decides to take a step forward. Viktor stays where he is. He’s so close to Viktor. He can see he has a little freckle in his eye. 

And oh, no.  It’s all flooding out of him. “I was so stupid,” Jayce says. “So, so stupid. I should have just talked to you. I shouldn’t have trusted Noxus(??). I should have listened more and I should have acted less and-“ I should have kissed you, that night in the snow. “I should have done so much that I just - didn’t. I took your work. Our work. Something that was supposed to be helpful, and I almost - I almost hurt people. And I was so Naive and you were everything to me and -” 

He’s never wanted to admit that. Ever. Ever. Viktor’s eyes are wide. Full of emotion. And Jayce feels a glimmer of something like hope //. And he’s babbling like a baby. He can’t stop himself. He’s always been bad. At reigning himself in. And he’s done it so much with Viktor it aches and he can’t take it anymore (////////ugh girl). 

“I don’t need the credit. I already had my day in the sun. And I know it’s too late to ever go back to how it was. But god, I want to make something beautiful with you again. And I’m sorry I was so awful when you first showed up. And I’m sorry I yelled at you in the lab and called you selfish- And I’m sorry I -“ 

Viktor’s hands are on his face. Wiping at his eyes. He makes small, soothing little shushing noises. And he’s so close Jace can feel them on his cheek. And he’s hoping and hoping and please god please and then Viktor is kissing him. And its everything yet Jayce immediately needs more and more and more of him. Hands clutching him tightly as if he might escape between his fingers. A desperate pressure. 

Jayce makes a small, desperate whine that he didn’t even know he could make // and deepens the kiss, pressing Viktor’s body to his. {REDACTED} He feels along the soft hair on the back of Viktor’s neck. {REDACTED} He’s so soft and he smells like laundry detergent and paper. 

And Viktors hands start to shake. Jayce pulls apart from him for a second. He kisses the mole on his cheekbone. By his lips. He utters a hushed and desperate “I missed you,” before he knows what he’s saying. “I missed you so much” uttered between kisses. And he hates the sound of his voice right now. High and desperate and on the verge of breaking. 

Viktor pulls apart from him. He studies Jayce as if he’s struggling to comprehend him. He gently strokes his thumb along Jayces cheekbone. Jayce pulls Viktor into a hug. His lithe body fitting perfectly in the space between his arms and Jayce is no creationist but it’s like he was made to fit there. Something holy. Jayce kisses where Viktor’s neck meets his shoulders. 

Viktor draws in a shuddering breath. Runs a soothing hand through Jayce’s hair. And Jayce needs more of him. He needs to inhale him and fit him back in the spot in his ribcage that’s been vacant and bleeding since he left. He wants to never let this go again. {REDACTED}. 

“Hey,” Viktor says, “Hey. Jayce. It’s okay. Look at me.” 

Jayce looks at him. Viktor hovers over him. His hands on Jayce’s face. He’s never seen Viktor look like this. Like he’s overcome. And he’s so beautiful.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, Jayce. Look at me. Look at me. I’m here.” Jayce can’t help the agonized, shaky breath he lets in. [REDACTED] Viktor wraps Jayce in his arms. Jayce holds him there. Feeling Viktor’s shoulder blades. His back. He doesn’t know if it's Viktor that’s shaking or if it's him //. 

“Breathe,” Viktor says, placing a kiss to Jayce’s temple. Jayce buries his head in Viktor’s shoulder. He lets himself breathe. Lets himself take in the smell of Viktor’s laundry detergent. The sweet salt of his skin. Viktor strokes his fingers through Jayce’s hair. Jayce takes a moment to take it in. “I’m sorry,” Jayce says. “I’m so... stupid emotional. I can’t even -“ 

“I’ve always liked that about you,” Viktor says. “You have a big heart, metaphorically speaking.” Jayce kisses the mole on Viktor’s neck then finally lets himself look at him. Viktor’s looking at him with an unbearable amount of affection.

Jayce kisses him again. Slowly this time. Letting himself savor every second. Kisses him deeply. Moving carefully. He parts for air. Goes in for another. Another. Another. And Viktor is so shockingly soft. From his lips to his little sighs to the hand he has placed on the back of Jayce’s neck. Viktor is the one to deepen the next kiss. Swiping his tongue against Jayces bottom lip. 

“Let me take you home,” Jayce whispers into his neck. “Please.” 

Viktor shivers underneath him. 

“Yes,” he says, kissing the top of Jayce’s head. Viktor is looking him like that. Jayce takes a moment to soak it in, that look. Burn it into his memory. 

“What are you waiting for?” Viktor asks. “Go get the car.” 

[END]

[madamspellmans-met-tet]

Watching the fireworks and all I can think about is:

“But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky” — LDR, Ride Monologue

A year ago, I was still in medschool. Already ill, but still studying 12 hours a day for my board exam while I was at my fiancée’s. It was the first NYE in years that I didn’t feel alone. I was with the woman I loved and her beautiful children and lovely family. It was the happiest winter I’ve had in a long, long time, despite all that was going on.

I wanted to be a doctor. A better one than those that had taken a year to diagnose what I already knew I had only to then tell me “there’s nothing more we can do for you.”

Now I stand before the debris of everything that I was. I barely recognise myself. I barely believe that I still exist.

A couple of years ago, I had started medschool, and I was doing well there, I was passionate and it was where I belonged. Spent days in the biochem lab or the dissecting hall and came home late to write my silly fanfiction. I’d even sometimes write them at medschool between lectures or on the train. I did my art, played instruments, sang, edited, filmed silly thirst traps and so on. Then I met my girlfriend and I was happy. It was the peak of my life, I’d thought.

And then, thanks to the negligence of my former doctor and genetics, the illnesses that I’d unknowingly had all my life, got so much worse and ultimately left me bedridden and with barely any quality of life. I had to quit medschool/request a break due to illness, which was approved.

I can’t stand for more than 5 minutes without threatening to pass out. Can’t sit for more than an hour and stay focused, lose my train of thought when I stand up. Need an hour in the morning before I can halfway safely get up, three before I can function. I need help washing my hair, doing chores and cooking and can’t really leave my house. My joints subluxate multiple times a day and I get awful nerve pain when in a flare. I can’t take a bath or shower without ending up on the floor as soon as I get out with a pulse of 150 bpm. It all makes me feel incredibly unattractive. I’m pale, my skin is dry and flaky, my eyes have dark circles, my lips are chapped, and I’m using a cane.

I feel ugly.

My writing has slowed down dramatically but it’s the only thing I can still do somewhat decently and I’m being evaluated for disability. My brain, that has been the only thing I could rely on all my life, is forsaking me. It’s demanding to be fed like it used to when it was still a sponge, but when I feed it, it gets too much. And so I’m perpetually bored and overwhelmed at the same time.

I wanted to be a doctor and a writer.

And even though I’m still aiming to try publishing, I’m not sure I have enough energy to do it. I was supposed to get married in 2025. Now I have to attend my best friend’s wedding on my own. And I know it’s my fault, because I got bitter and most of all, because I lost hope. And at the same time, it’s not my fault.

The truth is, I don’t know how many more years I can live on 10% of what I used to be and I don’t want anyone to have to go through this with me. I’m not going to do anything stupid anytime soon. But I can’t do this forever if there is no treatment or hope for improvement on the horizon.

And as always when my life goes to shit, I got attached to another actress more than twice my age. And Patti is keeping me afloat right now. She’s so full of life that I can’t help but feel a little alive as well.

“But upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky” — LDR, Ride Monologue

Happy New Year.

[luvyurself]

hate you

for @fishsticksloser dity :D I went a little overboard with it but I hope you like it <3

story chosen: there for my final breath

c/w: she/her pronouns, major character death, bad future timeline, babies first angst story, donnie battles with emotions, he’s coping hardcore, kind of rushed (aka I just saw their post about it and got to writing LMAOO)

to set the vibe listen to this teehee:

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what was a “successful mission” anymore?

was it really successful when a person you loved was killed in battle?

was it really successful when you wake up screaming from nightmares retelling the events of that day? the universe mocking you in its sick and twisted way, in a way that said, “this is your reality, your world.”

“this is your future.”

death was a concept he had to get used to, as unfortunate as it was, it quickly became a common thing he would have to face when the krang invaded new york city.

from when he was a teen, donnie would swear up and down that he emotions were a wast of time, it being the only thing that he genuinely didn’t get. why do we feel random things that change sporadically with no rhyme or reason? a concept so foreign, yet can be so….how to say….comforting.

like that giddy feeling when he completed an invention, the heart pounding in his chest when he rambled on and on to his brothers about a topic for an hour.

the heart melting and wavy smile he would get when she would kiss his cheek every morning.

she was practically his ray of sunshine in the hellscape of the world he came to know. when he would be planning new inventions to take down the krang, she would be massaging his shoulders with her slightly rough hands, a faint reminder of the change she went through.

they would be in the battle field, back to back as they fight against the enemy, then together in the med bay with stupid smiles on their faces as they sloppily put bandaids on their injuries.

she was there to hold him when raph died, humming a soft song as he silently cried into her shoulder, his hand gripping hers in a tight grip. a silent way he expressed it without sobbing out loud. he never cried out loud, her never sobbed so hard until he physically couldn’t cry anymore.

donnie liked it like that.

no matter how unhealthy it was to bottle up the need to let out his emotions, it was always how he moved on, how he could move on.

but not anymore.

not even now.

it wasn’t supposed to happen, he had it all mapped out. even with her on the mission without him, he had eyes on her from inside his lab. the hologram figure of her stared at him as he banged his fist on the table.

“damn it…” he grumbled, rubbing his face in frustration. her voice spoke up, a little bit out of breath, “what? what happened?”

his eyes turned to her, a sharp breath escaping his nose, “there’s practically no way to destroy the place, we can’t do nothing.” he looked over disarray sketches of the technodrome, gritting his teeth in anger, “there’s no way of shutting it down without one of those freaks catching you, I’m calling it off.”

tapping on his arm band to send the information to leo, he heard her soft breathing as she spoke up once more. “what about that?”

he looked up once more, seeing where she was located at. he takes a sharp intake of air once he realizes what it was. “the core! ha! of course the kraang have a core on their ship, that will knock them down a leg greatly!”

he turned his back away from the hologram, “once you come back, we can discuss what we found with the others, that way we can be more prepared.”

“donnie.”

“this will help us gain some sort of advantage with that ship gone.”

“don-“

“have I ever tell you about that keen eye, my love? oh I can practically kiss you through the-“

“DONATELLO!” he nearly flinched at his full name, turning back around to face her, a confused look on his face. “what? you can’t blame me for being excited!”

she was quiet for a moment, clearing her voice to speak. “we can’t wait until another time.” her voice was quieter then usual, her eyes staring down at the floor.

an uneasy feeling began to settle in his stomach, “what do you mean? we don’t have any available resources right now, we can try again tomorrow-“

“tomorrow isn’t promised, donnie.” she said, looking back at the core, and back at him. “we have an opportunity right now, we have to take it.”

he’s quiet for a moment, before he finally got what she was implying. “no. you’re not doing anything.” his voice was serious, brown furrowed as he pointed at her hologram form.

“you will come back right now. that’s an order, that you will follow.” he couldn’t help his heart racing, the horrible feeling coming over him as she gave him a small smile.

she was always stubborn. selfless. an emotion he never understood from her.

“I am forever grateful that I met you in this life, donatello.” she whispered, her hand slipping the communicator off her wrist, “I love you, so much.”

he felt the world fall silent, watching as she muted and dropped the communicator on the floor. his screams falling on deaf ears as he saw her run to the core of the technodrome.

his chest was hurting, his heart was pounding as he quickly grabbed his battle shell. he hated it. he hated it so much. he wanted it to stop.

he transfer the call with her to his wrist tech, at the same time calling for any available assistance on the front lines to stop her.

“I need all available support to the technodrome’s core room, I repeat-“ he quickly flew to where the technodrome is located.

“I need all available support to the-“

BOOM

he’s quickly knocked down from the sky, landing on the ground as he felt the air knocked out of him. he takes a moment to recover before he looked up at the sky, his breath stopping for a moment.

it’s all gone. the technodrome. she had done it. she had destroyed the whole thing. he looked down at his tech, hearing nothing but static from her end.

then he feels nothing. the sounds of the troops unknowingly celebrating become white noise to him as he felt the unwelcome feeling return.

the tears were silent, teeth gritting as his hands dug into his palms. he felt a hand on his shoulder, and jerked violently away from the touch.

“don?” the voice of leo asked quietly, staring at his face. he looked down at his wrist tech, before speaking up once more, “where’s…what happened?”

donnie couldn’t speak. he couldn’t breathe. he couldn’t do anything.

the only thing that came from his lips was a strangled sob. his hand slapping over his lips as he sobbed violently into his hands.

leo held onto him, not saying anything.

and once more, he was stuck with the feeling that he hated. but this time it was worse. way worse.

he wanted to hate her, he wanted to scold her for making him feel this way. she knew he hated to feel this, but yet, she caused him to feel that and more.

it might hurt less, to hate her for what she did.

but he still loved her for everything she ever did.

and he hated to love her for that.

[reallyhatethiswebsite]

wip wednesday

thought i would do this since it's gonna be really hot again over the next few days and heat always makes me super sick (i wouldn't last 5 minutes in avernus lol)

for context it's part of a fic i thought to write since i felt like i didn't fully explore the Raphael-hunts-Tav request i got from a lovely person (and i also wanted to write something dark again since i am not good at it)

welcome to me writing mean and angry raph lol (tbh can't be sure if i will finish this)

thank you laura for labbing raph's dialogue with me ❤️

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“Why would a power-hungry magelet with a chip on his shoulder abandon decades of ambition for some little bint he found on the roadside, when he could have hundreds – thousands of warm and willing holes to wet his cock with if he becomes a so-called god? Do you think you’re worth that sacrifice? Does Gale think you are? I’m sure he says lots of sweet things when he’s inside you, just as I’m sure he said the same things to Mystra, and we all know how that worked out…”

“Stop,” Tav begged. Sobbed.

“No,” the devil sneered. Utterly merciless. “It’s high time you faced the reality of your actions. You have doomed a future for the githyanki free from tyranny, you have doomed your friends’ chance to escape the emperor’s machinations, and you have doomed yourself, sweet pet, to reap what you sow – all for the sake of a man who rolled over you because you were the first woman in years to say yes. You wanted to enter my house without permission? Then you’ll stay for eternity.”

“You can’t keep me here!”

“I think you’ll find I can, girl,” Raphael rasped, malicious, quiet. His gaze flayed her alive, peeled away layers of skin and muscle to stare at her very soul. “For in this house, in this pocket of Hell, I am the master, and that means I can do whatever I want.”

A sick, bitter pill to swallow: he was right.

“Fine!” Tav laughed maniacally, the futility of the situation driving her to anger. “Fine, you evil bastard! I suppose you’ll have a pet squid soon, then. Have you always wanted one of those? Was it a boyhood dream, if you were a boy once? I hear ink stains are a bitch to get out of silk rugs.” As soon as she said it, Tav wished she had kept her mouth shut. She’d done everything wrong since entering that portal. Everything. Raphael’s shrewd yellow eyes narrowed as he considered something. Tav watched him raise his fingers, ready to snap, with dawning horror; if he did this, she wouldn’t just be stuck with him forever. She would owe him forever. A fate so much worse. “No! Wait! You don’t – I’m sure I won’t transform! It’s different in Hell, right?!”

“I’d rather not take the chance,” Raphael murmured, enjoying this moment of despair. “I’m not too fond of tentacles, you see. And besides…I promised I could be your saviour, didn’t I? Even though you hardly deserve it, but I’m nothing if not magnanimous, after all.”

CLICK. Such a small sound heralding a monumental, irreversible change.

Agony. The likes of which Tav couldn’t comprehend. Her skull splitting apart, bursting from the inside, her brains chewed up and spat out, eyes and teeth and tongue destroyed, sinuses burning…it only lasted for a few brief seconds, maybe, but the next thing she knew she was on her hands and knees. Frothy blood and bile oozed from her nose and mouth. Her body shook violently. Her head felt like it was full of water. She wasn’t sure, but she might have pissed herself a little bit. She stared up at the devil through bleary wet eyes and saw him watching her. Savouring her suffering. Floating in his palm was her tadpole, sluggish and covered in gore. Covered in her brains.

“Hmmm…I suppose I could have used less force for the extraction,” Raphael mused, unapologetic. He squinted at the ugly cosmic horror larva with disdain. “I was lead to believe these things were near-impossible to remove. Clearly not. Such weak magic. That worthless boy still has a lot to learn.” He curled his fingers inward and the tadpole caught fire, writhing and screaming as it died. Rendered to ash. Then he smiled at Tav, placid, almost business-like, as if he hadn’t just up-ended her entire existence. Her suffering had greatly improved his mood. “There we are. Now you won’t have to worry about those lovely guts of yours dissolving any time soon. Not before I get to sample them, at least.”

“I’d rather be a mind flayer,” Tav slurred quietly. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt hollow. Without that tadpole – as awful as it had been – she couldn’t reach her friends or even the emperor to beg for help. She knew they were pragmatic. They’d realise something went wrong and cut their losses. They wouldn’t risk storming this infernal psycho’s little castle to rescue her, not when the elder brain was so unstable and they were so close to vanquishing the Absolute cult, but at least pretending it was an option would’ve given her something to hold onto. 

“And ruin that delightful complexion of yours? Perish the thought.” The devil reached to wrap one big paw around her forearm and tugged her upright. Tav was too weak to pull away. She barely stayed on her feet. The room and everything in it swayed. Until it was forced to stop by his hot clawed hand holding her jaw firm. Raphael’s image swam into focus. He gently turned her head this way and that. He was examining her; examining his new property. “Can’t fault the magelet’s taste. You are a pretty little thing. And now you’re my pretty little thing.”

He pushed his thumb into her mouth. She could taste the sulphur and hellish magic even over the copper sticking to her gums and teeth. She bit him, tried to, but Raphael wasn’t phased. He dug his thumb claw into her tongue instead, pressing until he pierced the muscle, until Tav cried out. Fresh blood welled from the small puncture wound.

“Behave,” the devil simply said, like he was talking to a naughty puppy. 

“Never,” Tav spat. Raphael seemed to like that answer, if the sparkle in his eyes and his rich chuckle were any indication. 

“Oh, you’ll learn, my little mouse. One way or the other.” He dragged his thumb out of her mouth, smearing blood and spit across her lips. His pupils expanded as he looked upon her. He found this arousing, Tav realised, more repulsed than she’d ever been in her life. 

“You make me sick,” she hissed. 

“You have no idea just how sick I could truly make you,” he purred around a sinister smile, “but we have all the time in the world for that, don’t we, pet? Thanks to you, I’ve got a lot more work to do now. Plans to tweak, contingencies to set up, that sort of thing. I don’t expect you to understand, but unfortunately it means I won’t be able to break you in quite yet. But fret not, you shan’t be alone. Haarlep can keep an eye on you until I return.”

[tictac-murder-spaghetti]

Mother Stands for Comfort - Lifetime Achievement Award Oneshot #1

As part of my effort to uh, actually post here again, there’s that Strychnine backstory piece I said I was writing forever ago! Finally finished it :D

Go little lab boy go

Content Warnings: Minor whump, lab whump, verbal and mental abuse child abuse, dehumanization gore, implied character death

Story under the cut!

She hadn’t run a test all day. #07 kept expecting it, for her to ask him to climb back onto the exam table, to ask him to stretch out his arms for more shots or lay down so she could cut back open his still healing vivisection scars, take another look at the black goo that filled him where organs should have been- but she didn’t. The closest thing she’d done was ask him to pull off his thin hospital shirt for a moment so she could change the bandages wrapped around his torso. Beyond that she’d… left him alone. He wasn’t used to it, but it was nice.

She’d stayed elsewhere in the lab all day, back turned to him as she cleaned tools and mixed chemicals, only stopping once to get him lunch without speaking to him at all.

It was almost peaceful.

#07 didn’t have the best track of time, but it was late by the time Belladonna finally came back to him, playing house with a couple random glass vials he’d found.

"Now #07, sweetie, I need to talk to you. You're merely a rough draft, you've served your purpose and it's time for us to move forward in my innovation. You've got a brilliant mind and an even better heart, and those parts would serve the project well, so I'm going to... repurpose you."

#07 gave his mother a confused look, his yellow eyes wide, "What does that mean Belladonna?"

"Now, don't be scared #07, you're merely a step on the road to perfection. While you're not the one, you will help me towards him. It will only hurt a little bit. Now go get ready, please, sweetie, go get yourself up on the exam table now."

"Okay Belladonna."

#07 turned and made his way towards the metal exam table, the straps on it used to hold him down countless times while he'd laid patiently as a scalpel drove through his chest or she poked him with syringes full of glowing substances that he'd have no way of knowing what they contained. He was always good. He was always perfect, why wasn't he perfect now? He stopped in front of the table, back still turned to her as he looked down at his gloves. He was a child, yes, but he wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t unaware. He’d put up with Belladonna’s procedures for years- his entire life, and it was finally starting to click. This wasn’t how a parent was supposed to treat their child. She’d talk about him sometimes, the one he was created to make up for, and she’d never treated him like this. He got to go to the park, see the sun and get ice cream, he got to read the books that Belladonna had only read to him once or twice whenever he wanted, he got a name.

“I- I don’t want to do that.”

“What did you say, #07? Get on the table.”

There was a threatening tone to her voice, one he was all too familiar with.

“You’re going to hurt me.”

“Not more than is needed. This is all just procedure-”

He cut her off, turning around to face her. His gloves were unbuckled.

“You’re gonna hurt me and I’m going to disappear.”

“Don’t be silly #07, it’s not like I can continue with you. You’re not my son. You’re broken. You are not human. So yes, you’ll go away, dear #07, but the next one may be the one to make it.”

“You hurt me-”

“#07, stop this! I don’t need your guilt trip, gods, maybe it was better that the previous ones couldn’t talk. Get on the table or I will force you onto it!”

#07 just gave her one more pleading look before he peeled the gloves off of his hands, black goo already running from his palms and sizzling as it hit the tiled floor. He ran at her, grabbing her left hand tightly in his own, feeling flesh peel away under his grasp. Dr. Belladonna screamed, trying to shake his grip as her own red blood mingled with the black acid running across her hands.

“YOU LITTLE MONSTER! I SHOULD HAVE SCRAPPED YOU THE FIRST DAY- WHEN YOU CAME OUT LIKE THIS!”

She attempted to toss him off again, but he kept his grip, feeling bone as his grip just tightened. She grabbed him at the hips, lifting him up quite aggressively and slamming the small boy down onto the metal table, making a desperate grab for the leather restraints that perfectly fit #07’s small size. He didn’t stop struggling from underneath her, crying as he desperately grabbed at the front of her labcoat.

She screamed again as a hand went straight through the fabric of her coat, searing directly into the flesh right near her collarbones. He kicked out wildly with both legs, causing Dr. Belladonna to recoil, #07 scrabbling to sit up and stare at Dr. Belladonna with wild eyes. He barely knew what he was doing, driven purely by panic and desperation and rage.

He launched himself at her, both mother and son hitting the hard marble floor as she tumbled backwards from his bodyweight. The noise when her head hit the floor was a horrible, dull thunk, but he could barely hear it over his own scream. He straddled her waist as he kept clawing at her, Dr Belladonna raising her arms to try and protect her face. Her struggles grew weaker as he continued, tears streaming down his face and breathing ragged until the rage subsided and the horror flooded back in.

He tried to stand, to back away from her, but he couldn’t, collapsing to the ground not far from her body and attempting to reign in his breathing.

He couldn't tell the difference between what was her blood and what was the acid dripping from his own hands. She just lay prone in a growing puddle of black, #07 himself kneeling on the slick ground, hands pressed to the cold tile floor. His hands, up to the wrist, were covered in a thin dark sheen, the same that coated his mother’s arm and saturated her lab coat as she lay there, unmoving. He couldn't tell if she was breathing.

"Belladonna?” No no, doctor, she’d be mad, she’d want him calling her doctor.

#07 crawled on his hands and knees, ignoring the wet squelching of the goo underneath him as he went to kneel beside her. Tears streamed down his face, dark as the acid that dripped from his hands as he raised a hand to gently brush a strand of her hair out of her face and touch her cheek in the foolish hope that it'd wake her up. Instead, the young boy recoiled as his hand went straight through flesh, more blood pooling around his fingers as her skin peeled away under his touch, skittering backwards in the puddle, smearing blood and gore across the floor as he did so.

"Doctor-" his sobs took away the rest of that sentence before he could even get it out. He pulled his knees towards his chest, curling into as small of a ball as possible as his hands still dripped, staining the knees of his shorts black. His hair fell across his face as his chest heaved with panicked breaths, he'd- he'd... his creator was lying there- he'd done it- she'd tried to. He was eight. He was eight years old and he could barely process what had happened. What he'd done. What she'd tried to do. #07 fell to his side, not caring about the slick floor under him or the way the gore splashed across his face and hair as he did so. He closed his eyes. He cried himself to sleep.

When #07 awoke, it was still dark. She still lay in the puddle. His hands still dripped an inky black as he spotted his discarded gloves a couple feet away, pushed aside by the scuffle. The boy got to his feet, slowly, as he grabbed the gloves and put them back on, securing every buckle, every latch and strap, just like Belladonna had done the day she put them on, telling him it was for his own safety. He was still covered in gore. He didn't need to look at himself to know that. He could feel the way it clung to his clothes, to his bare skin, the smell of bleach and burnt flesh overpowering all else. He didn’t know what to do. Where to go. He was a construct built to obey his creator and he had killed her.

There wasn’t anything for him to grab, anything to remember the place he’d spent the first 8 years of his life before he trudged towards the heavy metal door of the lab.

He had no clue how the door mechanisms worked, and while he was probably smart enough to figure them out, he was tired. He just- he wanted to be done.

#07 peeled one of his gloves off again, pressing his still bloody palm to the metal until it started to bubble away- the door creaking open once he’d demolished the lock.

The boy trudged through the door, nearly tripping and winding back up on his knees as soon as he stepped foot onto cold dirt. Real dirt, not cold marble tile, and there was a real sky, dark and cloudy but not shining through layers of reinforced skylight glass. Part of it made his heart- the only real part of him, ache. But it was beautiful.

And now, he could be a part of it.

[space-helen]

Takeout

Words: 711

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Reader

A/N: Have thisss! Sorry it's taken so long

Request: hello. i see your requests are still open and i was wondering if it will be alright if i could request a greg sanders price of writing. basically where the reader and greg have a day off work and they just spend the day at their home together, and it is full of fluff. - Anon

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“What do you mean we have none?” you turned on the couch and looked towards the man.

“We’re out. We’ll have to order takeout.” He gestured to the empty pasta packet.

“Do we have anything-”

“Just let me order takeout.” he said playfully as he left the room.

You rolled your eyes and got comfy again “Sure, as long as it’s pizza.”

He poked his head around the doorframe “Now, that sounds amazing.”

Turning your eyes met the man and you smiled feeling instant warmth and comfort as you looked into them. Greg's smile seemed to get bigger, giving you a quick wink he turned and left you once again.

Turning back towards the TV you leaned forward and grabbed the remote. Zoning in on the TV you flicked through the channels and before long you felt the sofa dipping beside you. 

“Find anything good yet?” 

“Nope” you handed the man the remote “Just boring TV on this evening.”

Taking the remote he began to flick through the channels as well “I’ve ordered the pizza.” 

You snuggled into the side of him as he reached one arm around you to bring you closer into his side. “Look.” He gestured towards the TV with the remote “Vegas the untold stories” 

You laughed, “There’s nothing else on, so sure.”

“Hey!” he looked down at you as you looked up at him “You love it really.” he gently tapped you on the forehead with the remote and placed it down.

Settling back into his side you pulled the blanket from your lap over the man.

“I’m absolutely not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow.”

You felt the man relax into the sofa as he sighed “Me either. But at least it seems relatively quiet-”

“Don’t say that.” you said in jest as you shook your head “You know what happens when you say that.”

“Alright, alright.” he cuddled you closer into his side and placed a kiss to your hair “Let's forget about work and just relax.”

Greg took  some of the blanket and tucked it around you gently. Snuggling into his side the two of you relaxed further into the sofa when the a knock at the door had you both jumping slightly.

The two of you grumbled in unison and got to your feet at the same time. Heading towards the front door Greg smoothly opened it and took the pizza boxes before passing them back to you. Turning on your heels you walked to the kitchen and placed the boxes down as Greg made small talk with the delivery driver and wished him well.

Opening the boxes you transferred the pizza onto plates, knowing that Greg would go crazy if you put the greasy boxes onto the new coffee table, before carrying them back to the living room.

The man combed a hand through his hair as he plopped back into the seat beside you. Leaning forward he grabbed a plate of pizza and balanced it on his lap for the two of you.

Taking a slice you took a bite as you flattened the blanket on your lap as you watched the adverts on the TV. The two of you stopped eating for a moment when an advert for a show called ‘inside the lives of crime scene investigators’ came on.

The advert showed a group of investigators scouting through scenes and abnormally close shots of their faces in interview stages. You couldn’t help but laugh as soon as the advert ended “We have to watch that.” you leaned forward to grab the remote and started to scroll through the TV guide to find the show, hoping to record it.

“It looks like it’s going to be absolute garbage.”

“You’re telling me you don’t want to see what other labs have? What they’re doing?” finding the show you quickly pressed record before closing the menu and putting the remote back down.

“Yeah I suppose. I just know it’s going to be painful and insensitive.” he continued to eat his pizza and you did the same.

“Have hope. If it’s bad, we have something to laugh at. If it's actually good, we have something to learn from. If it’s insensitive… well we can have something to be angry at.”

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[chil-aglia]

I have a story request! Can you write a story where it’s Adriaen and Donnie (platonically of course) and Donnie is staying up late lately to work on some invention. And Adriaen keeps him company or something?

sorry, I don’t really know how to word it but you have all freedom on what to write about Donnie and Adriaen hanging out.

Restless (Adriaen & Donnie; platonic)

Of course! These two are BFF’s so I’m more than happy to make a story to show their friendship!  

Enjoy!

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He didn’t think much of it. Waking up in the early hours of the morning, or should Adriaen still address it as night?

Either way, seeing the lights on from the room of Donnie, was normal. Donnie was a bit of a night owl, at least when he’s working on something that just has his full and undivided attention. Adriaen was more or less the same in a way. Adriaen had his fair share of sleepless nights, getting up and just trying to find something to occupy himself until he was finally tired enough to let sleep consume him.

But lately, Adriaen barely slept. Every time he did, he would be in that damn dreamscape. That white door taunting him. The sign irritated his very core, he didn’t want to sleep. Not if that was all he was going to see.

Adriaen yawns, sitting up in his bed as he grumbled before turning his attention to his phone, he tapped the screen and saw the time.

1:20am.

He hasn’t slept for a while, he had power naps throughout the day, but they weren’t doing him justice. He felt his mouth was dry, he licked his lips and figured he needed some water. Exiting his bed he carefully stalked out his room, only to pause when he saw a light. The light coming from Donatello’s room, which was next to Adriaen’s own room.

Adriaen blinked as he hummed to himself in thought. He’d seen this light on for the week and a bit, at first Adriaen merely looked the other way, he was no stranger to restless nights so he thought Donnie was experiencing something like that. But now whenever Adriaen got up when everyone else is suppose to sleep, he would see the light and hear the tinkering of tools from Donnie’s lab-room.

Curious, Adriaen made his way to the door, knocking on in. “…Donnie? You awake?” He whispered but he made his voice loud enough so that whoever was on the other side of the door would hear him. He took note how the door wasn’t locked so he carefully pried it open. “I’m coming in.” He spoke before he slips inside the familiar lab-room.

He stared ahead to see Donnie hunched over in his chair, typing away on his large computer. Adriaen couldn’t make what Donnie’s was typing away, it looked to be a code of sorts but he didn’t bother to ask, he knew he wouldn’t understand any of it. Instead he walks over to the chair, making himself known as he leaned his hand against the desk.

“Have you slept at all?”

“Unimportant. I’m almost done anyway.”

Donatello’s tone was tired and robotic, it was clear he’s been going at this for hours. Adriaen slightly tilts his head at him. “I’ve seen the light coming from here for a week now. You’re telling me you haven’t slept all that time?” He inquired only to earn a snort from Donnie, who reached over and grabbed a mug of coffee that sat on the other side of him on his desk.

“Oh please, like you can say that. I’ve seen you up and about during these hours.”

Adriaen couldn’t argue there, but still he scrunched his face slightly and sighed. “I at least take naps. I bet you haven’t.” He retorted, and he saw a firm line on Donnie’s face. He got the scientist there.

“Come on, go to bed.”

“No.”

“Don—“

“I’m not sleeping.”

Adriaen huffs, perhaps it was the exhaustion but he was slowly getting annoyed. “Your work can wait. Your health is priority.” He explained but Donnie waved off the comment, clearly not budging from seat. “Do I need to get one of your brothers to force you into bed and sleep?” Adriaen warns but Donnie scoffed lightly, “Yeah right. You don’t have the heart to wake them up.” He jabbed, and what’s annoying was that he was right. Adriaen didn’t want to disturb the other’s sleep schedule.

“Fine. Then let me ask something.”

“Shoot.”

“Is my health important?”

Donnie raised a brow, pausing momentarily at his keyboard, he turns his head slightly to look at Adriaen, “Of course it is. Which is why you should be the one to sleep instead.” He narrowed his gaze in puzzlement at the question from Adriaen, to which the latter calmly huffs and leans his back against the desk, crossing his arms.

“I won’t be sleeping until you do.”

“You…!”

Donnie growls, his fingers twitching as he heaves. “You’re pulling a Leo on me. He always says that to me when he wants me to rest.” He grumbled, rubbing his face. “Is it working?” Adriaen quizzed but Donnie just grumbled and shakes his head. “No…” He uttered his response, it sounded hesitant though, which was a step in the right direction Adriaen guessed.

Adriaen slumps his shoulders, his voice lowering softly. “You’re really not going to sleep?” He asked, this time he made himself sound pathetic in a way. Like a child who was afraid of the dark or something like that. That seemed to stir Donnie who turns his chair fully and stare wide eyed at Adriaen.

“Don’t say it like that….”

Adriaen lightly smirked, a little satisfied that he managed to get Donnie to actually turn away from whatever work he coding into the machine. “So…?” He pressed, silently wondering if his little trick worked. 

“…I can’t sleep. My mind won’t shut off.” Donnie admits, his voice low in embarrassment, that was more than enough for Adriaen to hum in thought and stare at Donnie. He knew that the purple bandana turtle had issues overthinking, which led to him staying awake, unable to shut his mind off.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Lots of things. Work. You guys….myself.”

Adriaen watched, seeing how Donnie was looking uncomfortable with expressing himself about his troubles. But Adriaen didn’t need to hear anymore. He’s known for Donatello for years to know what he thought of himself.

Pathetic.

A burden.

Dead weight.

His only good quality was his tech, but now with everyone having mystic weapons, was his tech even worth it anymore?

…was he worth it? Needed?

Adriaen leans off the desk and silently walked out the lab, leaving behind an exhausted, confused and anxious Donnie. Sighing, Donatello swerved his chair to face the large computer screen and began typing away, like had been doing earlier. He didn’t know where Adriaen went, but he supposed that Adriaen simply got bored and took off.

Bored of him…

It had only been a few minutes but Adriaen came back, he shuts the door of Donnie’s lab-room, and made his way over to the purple lad. This time, Adriaen came back with a pillow and blanket.

Donnie spun around when he saw the reflection of Adriaen coming toward him. “What are you…?” He trailed off, only for Adriaen to stop in front of Donnie and with a blank stare he opens his mouth.

“Create some room for me on your chair.”

“Huh?”

Donnie didn’t quite understand, but he scooted forward on his chair, he waited until Adriaen was satisfied before he lightly flinched when Adriaen climbed into the chair, melting into the gap so that he was sandwich between the back of the chair and behind Donnie.

Adriaen used the pillow he brought with him to slump his head against, he brought the blanket so that it rested over Donnie’s lap in a means to keep him warm.

Adriaen squirmed to get comfortable before he sighs in relaxation when he found a position that he liked. He had his face towards Donnie’s shell, curling up slightly and nuzzled slightly against Donnie’s soft shell.

Donatello blinked, he felt the warmth from Adriaen’s body. He also couldn’t help but relax.

“Idiot…you’re still needed.”

Donnie didn’t respond, he did tense up however, as though he thought Adriaen read his mind earlier.

Adriaen hums, closing his eyes and nuzzling as close as he can to Donnie’s shell.

“I need you…how else am I suppose to sleep?”

Donnie felt his lips tug upwards into a smile. He exhaled a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and gently swiveled the chair to face his computer.

“Get some shut eye then…”

Adriaen hummed in reply. Slowly letting sleep consume him as he softly breathed, mouth a little open to let oxygen in as he curled a bit.

He was asleep. And for the first time in awhile. He didn’t mind seeing the white door. It wasn’t as irritating tonight, and that was all because he could still feel the warmth of Donnie, even in his dreamscape. It was his presence that eased him to sleep.

Adriaen wasn’t the only one however to let fatigue consume them.

Donnie at some point leans forward against his desk, using his arms as a pillow as he rested his head against his makeshift pillow that were his arms and closed his eyes. Sleeping soundlessly.

The two only needed each other’s company to get a good nights sleep.

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BOOM! What do we all think? These two are such bestie goals. Honestly they have my heart. I don’t know what to call them as a pair (like how Donnie and Leo are known as Disaster Twins) but I’m sure I’ll think of one or I’m sure you guys can and I’ll just use the one that I like best 😂

[xmorguekittyx]

Ever Unlocked

Part 13: 10-54

Part 12: They’re… Yours?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: small violence, gaslighting, blame shifting

extra: i’m so sorry this took so much longer, we had a trip to another state and i couldn’t write while i was there but here we have Part 13, this book is soon coming to a close but Ever Locked will take over as soon as this one ends. It will be much longer and i have so so so so so much planned for it. I’m off tomorrow, tonight i work a late night shift but tomorrow im writing Part 14.

10-54, 10-54, 10-54. What an ending to a day full of surprises and shit shows, like a 10-54, Delaney Street, Ridgecrest Apartments. That damn two tone apartment building.

   "Apartment 14, Ronda Jones, found deceased with her neck slit...", Rebecca's fingers flip the page back down, her pointer finger moving over the inked words once more as she re-reads the pages. "They're sure it's her?", the trauma was heavy in her voice as she asked her boss the redundant question. "Yeah.", Rebecca turned back towards her assistant whose hand was clawing at the door. Her knuckles white as she peeked around the corner. "I'm so sorry, i know you talked about her from time to time.", Rebecca's pity filled look was more than she could handle.

"Hey-", Rebecca's clipboard was pressed to her chest, her concerned look just drove the nail deeper into her heart. "Why don't i have Leon take you home? His shift is almost over and-", a sob ripped from her lips as she nodded, her hands pressed into her eyes as she turned away from the body on the metal table. "Come on...", Rebecca's hand was quickly placed on her shoulder, rubbing against the lab coat fabric as she guided her assistant back into the main part of the office. "I'm gonna get Leon, you just sit down and get ready to go.", Rebecca's tone was so sweet, calming. Part of her wanted to ask her if she saw anything, she knew the girl would need to be interviewed and spoken to as the neighbor... Watching the assistant sit in her chair, elbows on her knees as her chest heaved with another sob. Rebecca wasn't sure how to help, they dealt with death all the time, constantly near the bodies and sadness that came with the career... but when it was someone you know, someone so close and to be murdered in her own apartment, the same one that she stayed in? Rebecca couldn't imagine the weight.

As she opened the door to step out and find the blonde haired man, she felt her stomach become queasy. She thought about her unlocked window... her unlocked door... it could've been her. Her stomach twisted and turned as she covered her mouth with her hand, the bile taste rising to her throat. She stepped forwards, bumping into something hard, her hand reaching out to grab onto the obstacle. A soft grunt met her ears, her eyes snapping up to the familiar face. Her lips quivered, the numb feeling coming back as she started to sob, her hands clinging onto the vest and the radio digging into her cheek. "Hey, hey...", Leon immediately grabbed her, he felt sick himself. He hadn't meant for her to see it, he just wanted the woman gone... he really hadn't planned very well.

He heard someone clearing their throat, his eyes lifting to see Rebecca, her finger pointing to the girl in his arms as she whispered: 'take her to your place.', to which Leon nodded. He would, he couldn't take her back to hers, he hoped she didn't ask. He ran his free hand down his face, his skin slightly bumped with acne. "Come on, bunny.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss onto her head. "Let's get you back home.", he wouldn't admit he knew what happened, he wasn't suppose to know.

"No- no-", she shook her head, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for earlier, please take me to your place.", she was apologizing and pleading. He felt his heart break, he was cruel and he'd do whatever it took to keep her as his but fuck-! He hadn't meant to scar her for life. He didn't think Rebecca would let her see the body. Then again, his bunny was very unlucky, even if it was his hand that dealt her cards. "Shh. I'm taking you home, what happened?", he didn't want to ask but he had a part to play and he'd be damned if he fucked up now. "Mrs-", she let out a shaky breath, a sob cutting her air off as she gasped. "Jones, murdered-", she couldn't keep talking, her knees nearly gave out as she leaned further into Leon. Her knees buckling and her grip tightening on Leon's vest. His hands came to her elbows, stabilizing her. "Come on, taking you back to my place. Yours isn't safe.", had she been in the better state of mind, she'd ask how he knew her place wasn't safe, but she was too far hysterical right now as Leon lead her out, holding her tight to him.

His hands held her wrists so tight but he needed to keep her up, keep her going as he opened up the door to his Jeep, helping her in. "We'll be home soon, okay?", he felt bad leaving her even if it was just long enough to get in his seat.

He slid in, his keys quickly inserted and cranking the jeep, before he placed his hand on her lap. Her soft crying and muttering had Leon feeling like he'd made a mistake, he wanted to tell her it was all for her, that all of this was for her. She needed to understand sacrifices had to be made for a love as great as theirs- his. He gnawed on the inside of his lip, wearing at the skin as he drove her towards the better side of town. "I need clothes, my tooth brush-", she shook her head, spalling her hands to her thighs. "No, i have extra and you can sleep in my clothes.", he assured her, squeezing above her knee. "I have a tooth brush for you and everything."He had it all for when he finally kept her close, he didn't want her to leave and now was the best way to do so.

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She was safely sitting on his bed, her little skirt rode up and cheeks painted red from tears. She played with her fingers, her eyes stuck to the floor just in front of her. "I have this shirt and-", Leon's voice was the thing to break her from her spaced out mind set. "Hey, i know this is difficult, but come on, let's take your mind off it it.", he smiled, holding up a grey and red shirt, it was a t-shirt with some school logo on the front. She didn't understand how he thought she could just move on from this so quickly. She was mortified that someone was murdered across from her, if she'd been home she may could've stopped them. If she had gone home last night she maybe couldn't stopped them. She didn't see how she was going to return to the shitty little apartment, her hand covered her mouth again. That's scent all morning, she could never find it. It was- Pushing herself off his bed and making the corner to fall on her knees, the cold tile flush to her heated skin. Her hand holding onto the side of the porcelain seat, her chin digging into the rim as hot, disgusting bile purged from her stomach.

   Her nose burnt, belly ached as her stomach lurched, trying to release more impure acid. Leon didn't like how much this affected her, he had just killed her, he still felt a bit guilty but sacrifices have been made for many things and their love was the most important to him. Jones' death wasn't for anything, because now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go back. He was getting annoyed as he watched her lay her cheek on the toilet seat. "Come on-", Leon walked into the bathroom, his hands slipping under her arms as he went to lift her up. "Someone who means a lot to me just died and you want me to be calm?", she out of us and getting pissed she couldn't comprehend how he was just thinking this was nothing. "Leon, my neighbor was murdered.", she looked back at him, her eyes red from the tears and chin slick with vomit. "I can't even comprehend she's gone.", her hand came up to her face, she felt her face twist up with confusion and hurt. "I can't even imagine what she must've felt. If they came one room over, of if they decided to murder more people. I'd be dead-! ", she waved her hand, trying to let everything that happened today come to a closed this was just too much for her to handle and he was acting as if none of it should bother her, how like she not be bothered?

  "You're alive, aren't you? She's not, be grateful that you're still here.", his voice sounded... stern. "I'm sure you're scared- i can see as much.", he squatted down next to her, police uniform pants still baggy in some places, he hadn't filled out, yet, but if this was the path he had to take to keep his love, his. Well, Leon wouldn't mind hitting the gym more and planning a bit better. He can't fuck up like this again. He can't be so, careless. His eyes cut to her as he lifted the toilet paper roll, wrapping it around his hand and tearing it. He couldn't become like her, careless and guileless.

   "How are you so calm? Why can't you understand that this really does affect me-", she threw her hand into her lap, she was unsure how he remained so neutral after learning of the crime, maybe it was just because he sees this every day, that maybe his heart had hardened just a little from the job. Hers had. Death and despair heavy in the dark oak office, but it was so close to home. "Because, I've seen this more times than i can count in my few months. I've been the one to go to the scene and find them.", his thumb placed itself in the dip of her chin, paper wiping away the slick on her chin. "I understand you're scared and that you were close to her. I really do, bunny. I'm not trying to be cruel.", he was cruel, he was so twisted in the head over her. "I just want you to be grateful that you're alive, no man is going to come here and slit your-", his eyes caught hers, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She had a glint of fear in them as she pushed his chest, trying to make a gap between them. "I-I didn't-", she slid her ass across the tile, her leg extended to keep a distance between them. "I didn't say she has her throat slit.", her mind went reeling back, her toe bumping his chest as he leaned forwards. "What are you doing?", his bright blue eyes now dark as he leaned forwards, narrowing them at the girl. "Are you implying something, bunny? I work at the station, i over heard it-", "no- William and Riley brought her in... you wouldn't have heard it from them because they were with Chief Irons immediately after-", she felt the anger boiling off his skin. "What are you trying to say?!", his voice had a bass to it she never heard before, her fingers curled into a loose fist as she stared at Leon. "You left yesterday morning, you went out and didn't come back for hours...", she whispered.

  "I went to get us breakfast- are you saying I'm a murderer?", his leaned further over her, her knee bending back as he stared down at her. "n-no...", his small outbursts, the grabbing and yelling- he wasn't that violent, he wasn't a bad person. None of it made sense though, maybe she was just grasping for straws, her mind so broke over this she was going insane trying to put pieces that didn't belong together. Her eyes snapped back to his, his fingers sliding past her cheek as she flinched from his touch. "If you're going to say something with that much weight to it, be certain of your words, bunny.", he dug his fingers into her chin. "I go out early in the morning to buy you breakfast days in a row, i pick you up from your shitty ass apartment-", the curse sounded so foreign in his vocabulary. "and you have the nerve to throw all of it out and accuse me of murder in the same day?", her lips let out a whimper, his fingers bruising her chin. "You're an ungrateful brat, bunny.", this was not a light she thought she'd ever see the shy rookie in. She felt the handle of the cabinet pressing into her back, her foot still pressed to his chest as he folded her. He had this- her chest clenched just looking at the features on his face. His lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes so dark, she wondered how she ever saw the light in them before.

    "You're so lucky someone like me wants to protect you, your stupid little ass, leaving windows and doors unlocked. You're asking for someone to come into your home and hurt you.", his tone was something of nightmares, the devotion and horror laced together in some lifetime film-esque manner. "but i've protected you, i've made sure that apartment was a safe space for you. I checked on you-", his fingers moved to caress her cheeks. She was paralyzed by whatever emotion she was feeling, rather the lack of feeling. She was so numb as she zoned out, her eyes stuck to his face. "i just want what's best for us, but you make it so hard to keep you safe. You ask questions, you over think, you make it hard for me, bunny.", that darkness snuck back into his words. "I won't have to worry about that much longer...", the back of his finger touched under her eyes, petting down her cheek. "you're sick!", she kicked his chest, snapping back from whatever reality she tried to use to block all of this out. A grunt left his lips, his eyes widening for a mere second of shock as he reached for her leg.�� She felt his hand grab her ankle as her chest and arms hit the tile. She lifted her hand, nails and fingers dug into the door frame. "You're not leaving!", he growled, pulling her back as she clung desperately onto the door. She remembered that first day, how she made the comment about him and he reacted in such a negative way... he couldn't stand being called anything like stalker, creepy- murderer.

  His nails dug into her skin, a cry of pain left her as her fingers were forced from the door. "Don't make me hurt you! You're making me do things i don't want to do, bunny!", he yelled, pulling her by her legs; then skirt, then shirt to get her back to where he could grab her. His hands locked around her chest. His head on her shoulder as she sobbed. "Please, stop crying-", his voice was soft and sweet, unlike the sheer power and authority he had moments ago. She sat perched on his lap, her head tilted away from him. "I didn't want this for you... you're leaving me no choice, sweet girl.", he pressed a kiss behind her ear. "I'm giving you once chance to cooperate with me and we can talk this all out.", she didn't want to talk anything out with him. She wanted to go back to her home, her home before she ever even let the boy into her life.

   Leon released her, moving to stand up, he took her silence as submission. She made a break for it as soon as she was free, his brows set and his hand reached out. Her ankle caught between his fingers once more, laying weight into the already showing bruises. Her body was stalled mid air, her chest and head taking the brunt of the fall, she was forced into. Leon watched the tile under her head crack, the five behind her fall rendering her nearly unconscious as a mumble of incoherent words fell from those pretty puffy lips. "Bunny, bunny, bunny...", Leon stood the rest of the way up, cracking his back as he stood erect. "I warned you, you were such a good girl f' me. Now you're just becoming such a bad little girl. I'll make sure you learn your place. You'll be safe here-", he walked around to her head, seeing her eyes dilated and shaky as she didn't even try to sit up. "You won't have to worry about that murderer or anything else... i'll take care of you.", he squatted down to her level once more, fingers digging into her hair and brushing it back behind her ear. "I love you.", he whispered, seeing her eyes start to flutter closed. "I had to do what was necessary to protect our love. You'll understand it all, soon, bunny.", his eyes were hard but there was a softness only for her, despite how much she pushed his mind into these horrifying thoughts and actions. He didn't blame her, as much as he felt maybe he was awaken into something more. Maybe, this was what love was suppose to feel like? It was heavy and a burden to bear, but for her, he'd do anything.

  She couldn't even hear him anymore, the ringing in her ear, the sound of the tile cracking under her head. It rang in her ears over and over, she felt warm blood soak the side of her scalp. She watched him look over her, she prayed it was some realistic lucid dream, that he was just her demon and she'd wake up back at home in her purple sheets. She couldn't find the strength to sit up, she felt his fingers move her hair out of her face but she couldn't move her eyes to meet the raging ocean that was his. Her last seconds missing out on hearing his confession of love and murder.

[miuszn]

Ok i Just found my new fav writer 🤍so i NEED to ask this ( do It only if you want)

What about an ellie x fem!reader where they go out on Patrol ,they run into a lot of zombies of every type , ellie gets bit and reader sees It so now ellie needs to explain the whole immunity thing and reader believes her ,

They go back to Jackson where Joel (lets Say he skipped golf lessons this time) finds out and freaks out and gets mad at ellie cause She wasnt supposed to tell anyone so he wants ellie to break up with reader but ellie doesnt want to so they fight and ellie goes back to reader for comfort

Its up to you if Joel and ellie fix this whole argument thing

(also Sorry if my english Is perfect🤍)

hiii anon <33 first of all i’m so honored u consider me ur fav writer i never expected to get so much love from the community so fast im rlly grateful to all of u hehe <33 . anyway , i rlly love ur idea !! i decided to write a short drabble instead because i’m working on another fic but i still wanna post some stuff while i’m working on that , hope ur fine w that 🥹🩷 ( note : this is an alternate universe where ellie already forgave joel and they were starting to fix their relationship .. also this might be kinda ooc especially joel bc i’ve never written him before eheh )

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you weren’t sure how it happened. you were only gone for a second, you swore, and somehow ellie got bit. you knew it was a bad idea to leave her in a room full of clickers, but you knew she was strong and should’ve been able to clear them out with ease. the second you saw the small bite mark on her hand, you realized what had happened. your heart sank. in a panic, you burst into tears and kept apologizing over and over for about 15 minutes until ellie was able to calm you down and explained to you that she’s immune, leaving out the details of the whole situation with joel and the fireflies. of course, you didn’t believe her. it seemed ridiculous. how the hell would someone be immune and not be out there in some lab being researched or whatever, like in movies?

it took you a while to believe her, but eventually, you did. you helped wrap her hand with bandages so no one would see the note mark, because the less people knew, the better.

you were distraught for the rest of the day. you felt horrible. she kept telling you there’s no need to keep apologizing, but you still felt the need to. what if that had been someone else? what if ellie wasn’t immune? how the hell was she immune in the first place? so many questions ran through your head.

later that night, you laid awake still thinking about today. you were disappointed with yourself for what you did, yet still so confused.

you heard some knocking on your window, and looked out to see ellie. you opened your window and let her in. she sat on your bed next to you.

“what’re you doing here?” you asked.

“just wanted to check on you,” she replied, “and. uh. joel’s kinda mad.”

you were confused. you wondered how he even found out, but it’s like she read your mind and answered.

“i told him about what happened today. just casually. and he completely lost it.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“i can’t believe that girl let you get bit.” joel wasn’t even looking ellie in the eye. he was extremely disappointed in both of you.

“it wasn’t her fuckin’ fault, joel! i didn’t think anything bad would happen either! if you’re gonna blame anyone, blame me-“

“i’m blamin’ the both of you! what the fuck did you think was gonna happen back there? leaving you in a room full of clickers to fend for yourself? now one more person knows about you bien’ immune and all. god knows if she can even keep a secret.”

“what the fuck makes you think shes just gonna tell everyone? she’s not like that at all. why the hell are you acting like you don’t know that-“

“why the hell are you actin’ like that girl’s any good for you? all she does is get you into trouble.”

ellie went silent. she was shocked at how different he was acting. all this time he had been so nice to you, not once showing a sign of not trusting you or disliking you. she was conflicted, and in the heat of the moment, she just turned around and left, fuming with anger. she was starting to wonder if joel was actually right, but realized that was such a stupid thought. the worst part is, she wasn’t even sure if he meant it. now she didn’t know what to do. just as they were starting to fix things, life threw another curveball at them.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

you were hurt by what ellie was saying. his words just further fueled the thoughts in the back of your mind saying that this was all your fault. but ellie realized this and tried her best to comfort you. she kept saying it wasn’t your fault, that she fucked up too, that she’s sure he didn’t mean it and he was just angry. while you were hurt by his words, that wasn’t your main concern. you thought about how this incident just further damaged their already broken bond that they’ve been trying to fix these days. you felt like because of you, all that progress was thrown away in less than 24 hours. and it was an ugly feeling. you felt even worse than you did before, and you didn’t know what to do.

“ellie..” you placed your hand on hers, “i’m sorry.” you started to tear up.

“hey..” she pulled you close and hugged you.

“it’s just.. i don’t know what exactly happened with you and joel. you don’t have to tell me. and everything is getting better now and i’m just scared i’ve ruined it and i just-“

“hey,” she interrupted you, “don’t worry about that, okay? it’s not your fault. i’ll.. i’ll figure it out. you don’t have to worry about me and joel. we’ll be fine.”

“are you going to forgive him for it?”

“i’m not sure,” she sighed. “if he didn’t mean it, maybe. but if he did, i doubt i can.”

“i don’t want you to lose progress with him just because of me..”

“we’ll be fine. please.. just.. stop worrying, okay?”

you nodded hesitantly.

while the guilt of possibly extending the process of ellie’s forgiveness of joel would continue to exist within you, at least for as long as it took her to finally reconcile with him, you were grateful to have her by your side. and you were sure to be with her every step of the way.

[avareiahgt]

So, this is my first writing in order to explain a bit of my world. I'm so sorry for my English, i hope you can at least understand what I'm trying to say hehe.

I would love to post some pictures of my characters but I'm not the artist type, to my disgrace.

No more waiting, I know this chapter isn't the most interesting, but it's our introduction and I think it's important.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of violence, human experimentation

Next part

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PROLOGUE

I guess you’re wondering what everything of this is about. Well, I’m going to tell you an ancient story:

History books say, a lot of centuries ago, one and only kind of humans inhabited this planet. They were all the same, they were born with the same abilities and possibilities, paying some mind to little differences: skin color, religion or sexuality were some of them…

But one day marked the future and all those things that kept them separated stopped matter anymore.

First offspring met daylight crushing the mother form the insides. Four months forward, that baby had the stature of an adult, normal human. Emergency interventions by the responsible scientists were actually useless, letting the breaking news slip into radio and TV, the project of a giant baby that made its mother explode due to the fetus’s abnormal size and development.

It would be a wonderful terror story if it weren’t because it wasn’t an isolated case. A lot of incidents like the previous one peaked some weeks after that. Who knows if the rich and privileged knew about this before the rest of us…

Strong investigations started in every country. What could it be? Toxins, viroides, mutations… Nothing seemed to make sense, they couldn’t find the reason. Sadly, some predacious people put their eye on it looking for a unique opportunity. New test tube babies. They weren’t genetically engineered but, once fertilized and showed an excessive growth, they were extracted from the belly and maintained on enormous tanks that emulated placenta.

First years were met with failures and the deafening fall in the world birth rate. Just a few babies were born with normal conditions, with human proportions. Anyways, the discouraging perspective for couples to keep trying to be parents made it collapse. No one wanted to give birth. Chances were low, only 12% of pregnancies found the four-leaf clover and went awfully normal. The horror of the remaining 88% meant an overdeveloped not-born crushed the mother form the inside without enough development to eat, breath of merely live without a machine. They were trying to maintain a giant one or two-month fetus. It would never work.

Babies kept growing in size while time passed but not a single one survived. One decade went by a number of deaths and lost inversions until… a baby girl was born. Healthy, pretty and gigantic. While the clinics and labs halls were full of cheers, streets were full of hate. What to do with a baby that no one could properly attend? Who would teach, feed and handle her? And, the least and worst, who was going to deal with her when she was adult enough? Who were supposed to go against her wishes?

Sooner than later, some of the brightest minds found a conclusion: if we couldn’t stop nor fix whatever mutation that afflicts them, we would improve it. We would learn and work for a new human generation. Opposition and admiration became enemies to death. Cities burned, complains were massacred and, of course, entire governments and countries fell. From time to time, the first fights were replaced for some with new values. Nevertheless, there was something that anybody could kill… human scientific curiosity.

More than a million new human failures were the first stone for the future path: to replicate the original mutation on adults became a reality. Shifting was slow, painful and irreversible, but compulsory. First of all, it was a progressive change, they were bigger each time holding their morality and intelligence, which only resulted in more experiments, cheerfully this time. Even so, it all was a unique question: why would you want -and keep- 90 feet human guinea pigs if you weren’t enough strong nor competent to even control them? Like every human being, those experiments also became ambitious. Finally, an important 72% of population reacted positive to the mutation, it seemed that the new designed virus acclimated itself slow but unstoppable. From that initial 72% only the half made it through. Which was the position the old generation was holding in now? A minority, so small at number and size both.

There were multiple tries for coexistence thanks to equality factions, none of them worked. There wasn’t a single person in the whole world that didn’t know the REM implications. It started as an integrative association for the new -old- minority for them to live in big cities, just so oversized for them. Unfortunately, soon the cover went down: it was a military special branch focused in infiltrations and information seekers. They had never stopped those experiments. The main director, Avery Dorens, showed his face without doubt when his name appeared on every media. Visionary, he called himself, who had been fighting in order to find a cure for the Older’s involution problem. His followers were ex-military agents, spies and even ex-convicted. All of them strong people with weak or broken ideals. Nothing could stop him and, some years later, even with his expedient still opened, Dorens’s project received tons of support and financing.

That’s how war started. A war my side lost. Giants versus humans. Step by step, giants replaced us. Some of us were immune, I don’t know why, so we saw ourselves as the resistance. We were the ones loyal to the human race. This meant a rupture with society. Most of knowledge became lost or destroyed because of the war. Giants called themselves Newman, the new improved human race, since my kind was baptized as Older, the old, outdated, weak that had to disappear in order to favor the specie’s development. Newman versus Older.

Older were expelled after losing the Size War. They hid themselves into the most rural places, out of reach from Newman. It wasn’t an easy task since nature seemed to grow with them, grass strands were the size of a person. A lot of species disappeared along the Size War, some others integrated the mutation.

Nowadays, here we are. It’s been 200 years and, theoretically, Older are all dead. We are a fantasy creature that only appear on kid’s tales and history books. We have been forgotten and my generation is being prepared to guide our little world, the one they let us without knowing it.

Who would believe that creepy story? It was a horror tale to tell the children to sleep. Real world was there waiting for me to conquer it. I wasn’t supposed to waste my life yearning for something interesting to happen in Berhem, was I? It was a beautiful and small city with a familiar atmosphere. It was perfect for breeding kids and living a peaceful, long live. It was placed in a long-lost forest, protected by some hundreds of natural, green barriers that kept us from the ugly outside. None of the young knew how to go through it neither we had permission. Where was the sea? Snow? Dessert? Legends, that’s all it was. And I wasn’t one to keep dreaming and waste my time wondering. I needed to know the truth.

What was outside those green walls?

—Don’t stop running, Walker! — the trainer’s voice resonated through the pavilion’s walls. I knew she wasn’t expecting an answer, so I didn’t. I kept my usual rhythm. Resistance test was the one I was focused now, it took me time to get the trick, but I got it at least.

Sooner than later, my life was going to change. I was training for the Military Force, Exterior Initiative -MFEI abbreviated - section. I’d always been a curious child. Reckless and shameless, my mother used to say. Me joining MFEI was completely opposite to her beliefs but she had understood it would be the only way for me to be happy: finding answers to my never-ending questions.

I could have started my own little company, study abroad, learn a profession or even just stay at home with a good husband who would keep me fed and healthy, but that wasn’t my deal after all. I dreamt about exploring new areas, look for whatever land that was our so far in the past. I wanted to find a time where we weren’t Older, just human.

And that time would come when I was accepted at MFEI.

[sugarmapl]

Prompt time!

Scara being a brat cuz he wants negative attention and Kazuha not falling for it

Kazuha hugs him and scara cries

The end

Do with this what you will, but I'd like scara to have a little angst, as a treat

(No pressure though I know you got stuff going on! Have a fantastic day and remember to drink water and do your stretches!)

Awww thank you so much!! I hope you have a great day as well <3 and I gotta say, this prompt was awesome! I really liked writing it so much that I jotted this down ASAP! I really really hope you like it!! (p.s. i love scara angst!)

kazuscara drabble ~800 words; angst with a happy ending :)

a name

Scara was bored. Kazuha had been busy all morning with “sword maintenance” and asked that the puppet not disturb him for a little while. But what was he supposed to do? Wait around like some pathetic housewife? So, of course, he had to bother the samurai.

The entire scenario reminded him of his time in the Fatui, spending long hours with Dottore in his lab. Scara would wait what felt like an eternity while The Doctor was busy with an experiment, or pouring over results of a test they had just run. Inevitably, the puppet would grow restless in his boredom and end up pestering Dottore one way or another until the fellow harbinger had enough and snapped at him.

He would “punish” Scara by hitting him, or cutting him open, or calling him a series of colorful and degrading names. But Scara never minded those “punishments”. Secretly, he craved them. In those moments, he always had The Doctor’s full attention. No matter what insulting words and names were thrown at him, he loved them all. Because they were his. Scara had never gotten a proper name, so he would take anything he could get.

The puppet wondered if the same method would work on Kazuha. If he bothered him enough, would the samurai “punish” him too? He decided it was worth a shot. It had been a while since he craved such strong attention, and it had already been hours since Kazuha went into the other room to polish and sharpen his blade. Apparently, it had some kind of spirit trapped inside of it, so it required special attention. But Scara required special attention, too!

Without further hesitation, he pushed open the wooden door to their little makeshift blacksmithy. Instantly, Kazuha’s head whipped around at the intrusion.

“Scara, I thought I asked you not to disturb me,” the samurai said calmly. He wouldn’t be an easy one to break.

“Yeah, so what? You expect me to listen? I’m bored,” Scara whined. He started fiddling with the smithing tools on the workbench, picking them up and playing with them before putting them back down in a different place.

Kazuha was very orderly when it came to the tools, so the puppet knew that the action would get on the samurai’s nerves. However, Kazuha surprisingly remained unflinching, merely letting out a light sigh.

“Please don’t touch those. I’m almost done, so just wait outside,” he said in his usual gentle tone.

Scara was unsatisfied. Shouldn’t he be getting annoyed by now? Dottore always hated when he messed with his stuff, he assumed most humans would be no different. That would have been more than enough to set The Doctor off by now. Maybe Kazuha just needed an extra little push.

The puppet walked over, draping himself across Kazuha’s body and leaning into him. The samurai sat with his sword in his hand, and from the added pressure was forced to double over at the waist. He merely grunted, but made no move to push Scara off or smack him like the puppet expected.

“I’m not gonna leave until you play with me. Haven’t you given the stupid sword enough attention already?” he grumbled from on top of him. As he spoke, he increased the pressure on the other’s back.

“I only need a few more minutes, I promise,” Kazuha told him gently.

Now Scara was the one getting annoyed. Why wasn’t Kazuha getting angry? Why wasn’t he caving? Was Scara so inconsequential in the samurai’s eyes that he wasn’t even worth getting upset over? Frustrated, he reached down and yanked the red blade out of Kazuha’s hands before chucking it across the room.

“No, I want you to be done now,” he spat bitterly. He didn’t know why he was getting so angry. He was supposed to be the one pissing Kazuha off, but the samurai’s indifference stung even more.

“Scara!” Kazuha finally cried in exasperation once his sword had been tossed away. But he still didn’t sound irritated, more like surprised. Just how much patience could one person have?

“What’s the matter with you?” Scara couldn’t help but ask.

Kazuha looked back at him in confusion. He finally stood up so that they were facing each other. “With me?”

“Yes! Why don’t you push me off? Or call me names, or smack me, or-”

“Is that what you want?” Kazuha asked, still perplexed.

“I just want you to do something, anything, but you won’t even acknowledge me! I-”

He stopped talking, because in an instant Kazuha had wrapped him into a hug. It was tight, but not suffocating. Soon after, Scara felt a soothing hand running up and down his back.

“What-”

“I’m sorry,” Kazuha interrupted him in a whisper. The words brushed the puppet’s ear, making their way to his non-existent heart where they settled like an anchor.

Scara couldn’t even reply because he was too busy choking back a sob. Subconsciously, his own arms raised to wrap around Kazuha and return the hug just as the first tear slipped free. From there, it was like the floodgates had opened, and suddenly the samurai’s shoulder was drenched.

“It’s okay,” Kazuha said softly, “I see you, darling.”

And that only made Scara cry harder. He had just received his first precious name.

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Can you please tell us more about the lab-raccooninnit au?

HI HI SORRY tumblr didn’t give me a notif for this, so i only saw it like three days later. and then i forgor

ANYWAY,, it’s been a while but,, yeah yeah i can see what else i can remember about it!!

i did try writing a fic for it, buuuut unfortunately i never finished it, 😔. if you haven’t seen it yet, i put it in my scraps on ao3!

lemme see…. i never mentioned this, i don’t think, nor have a really expanded on it,, but i believe schlatt was supposed to be related to the lab tommy came from? maybe he was supporting it, or maybe he was the lead scientist or something,, i’m not sure.

tubbo was also supposed to be here, too! he’s schlatt’s kid, but he prolly didn’t know anything about what the lab was doing, if he knew about it at all. so– seeing tommy is definitely a surprise, the first time.

i’ve shown i’m this in drawings before, but tommy can shapeshift slightly, as well as sizeshift! he can look human-ish, with raccoon ears and tail, or he can just– be a full-on raccoon.

imagining ranboo hanging out around a nearby town, with tommy as a regular-looking raccoon(disregarding the blonde fur, that is) on his shoulders,, with ranboo claiming tommy to be just some dog. no one is fooled by this, of course, but no one really says anything about it, anyway,,, skdbkdndkd.

anyway– i think that’s about all i have to share rn? so take these really old doodles!!! i forget if i shared some of them already or not,, kdbdkdbd

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time after time: reread edition [1]

series summary: After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 6.0k

chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, accidentally starting a time loop, banter, pretty angsty to start us off with ngl, reminder to read the fic premise. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

read the full chapter here | series masterlist | reread masterlist

wouldn't you know it, it's friday already!! this is a reread of already published chapters, so if you're new to this story, i would highly suggest not starting here and reading the actual story first. please be aware that by clicking the read more you're gonna see spoilers for chapter one 💚

how it started

welcome to the reread. i'm pretty sure this is the part of the post i'll only do once, but we'll see how it goes.

i swear to god, i only wanted to write a fun little time loop fic. it was never supposed to be this huge thing; it just kept growing. it's two years later now and i'm still writing—granted, that's after taking several long breaks because this story gives me headaches like no other, but still. i've never poured this much love into one story, i think.

and we can all blame russian doll for it.

turn back the clock – tl;dr

we start with a mission. sam, bucky and the reader, soon-to-be nicknamed twelve, are checking up on a secret lab. against all odds, bucky gets killed right before the fight seems to be won. twelve uses her time powers to prevent this from happening, loses consciousness and wakes up in her bed earlier that day. she goes through the entire day again, thinking her reset worked as intended, only for bucky to die in a different situation during the same mission and her waking up in her bed again.

behind the loop

welcome to my first running commentary on my own story. you’re gonna be sick of me really soon.

depending on how new you are to this story, you might not know that the chapter titles are all taken from movies. sadly i haven't seen most of them but the ones i have seen do feature a little in one way or another. more about that when we get to that point, though. the title cards for this story were also so fun to make because i just recoloured the actual movie posters!!

i’m gonna be honest with you, i keep forgetting that this first flashback exists. but i lowkey love it?? i like how it sets the tone for the angst that’s stitched into the very fabric of this story while simultaneously being juxtaposed with the first actual, very blunt introduction of our main cast.

the start of that mission was one of the first things i ever wrote for this fic, but the whole transition from the upstairs lab to downstairs and the actual fight scene were the last parts before posting.

“Do you think I’d pass up the opportunity to hear the two of you scream in terror when the vampire puppets creep up on you?” “Gotta disappoint you, cap,” you grin and wait for him to check the map. “I only scream when there’s good reason.” “I don’t wanna interrupt,” Bucky interrupts over the intercom, “but they’re heading your way now, so get a move on.”

writing banter is one of my all-time favourite activities. i also already knew at this point that i was gonna write a lot of it over and over again, and so i needed to vary the interjections in order to not bore everyone to bits. i like to think it worked out, but you tell me.

my beloved nightmare flashmob was such a fun antagonist to include. they will be named in the next chapter but if there are comic readers among you, i feel like i have to apologise because i definitely haven’t read enough of them to properly do these guys justice. they did seem like a logical step up from the version of the flag smasher(s) we encountered in tfatws, though. plus, there’s just enough of them to be a realistic threat to three very capable superheroes.

And then his eyes glaze over. You scream.

i’m so evil lmao

You wake up with a start to the sun in your face and FRIDAY blasting The All-American Rejects at full volume.

spoiler alert, you’ll encounter that sentence a couple of times. and i still love it. fun fact, i genuinely set my playlist to shuffle to decide on the song that was going to play to wake her up, and this was the one i landed on. and i couldn’t have come up with a better choice. honestly, look at the lyrics and tell me i’m wrong. i love how things work out sometimes.

originally, the decision to set the story on july 4th was very practical because i needed my available settings to be limited. this isn’t punxsutawney, pennsylvania in the middle of a snowstorm, this is new york city after the blip. i wanted our characters to have at least somewhat limited options what to do during their ever-repeating day. (on a sidenote, do you think we’ll ever see avengers compound again in the mcu? how long are they going to rebuild that thing? anyway.)

“Feels a little … déjà-vu-y.” “I know the type,” Sam says. “Wanna talk about it?” You do. But the time stuff is your problem to deal with, and so you shake your head.

isn’t it great to have a full ensemble of characters who absolutely will not talk about their feelings to each other? (derogatory) is it more interesting from a narrative point of view? … i suppose.

i love twelve’s rings though. are they entirely useless for the duration of this loop? maybe. but i love that she has them to physically show her how stuck she is <3 other things that i love: bucky calling sam bud. it just makes sense.

A surge of emptiness goes through you, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Time seems to still for just the blink of an eye as Bucky’s head is thrown forwards.

and there we have it. ✨dread.✨ this is such an evil way to end a chapter, wow. i had fun, though. was it fun for you?

how it's going

well, actually. i've been writing chapter seven as well as a secret bonus chapter this week, and i've made reasonable progress on both which i'm quite proud of. i really hope i can report that i got started on chapter eight this time next week, but we'll see. i think the worst of my writer's block is gone, at least. and all it took was a little self-indulgence and an external deadline. who'd have thunk.

if you made it to this point of my rambles, thank you. lmk how i can keep these interesting for you to read, and if you have any questions about the story, you know where to find me!! also: please please please consider leaving a comment or a reblog on the actual chapter. it would mean the world 💚