#i’m on the brink of de*th

[starseongs]

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

[jungkookthevampireslayer]

FUCK ME HE LOOKS SO HOT. SOLO ERA JUNGKOOK IS REALLY COMING FOR MY NECK

[ph4ngz]

“Suck me off like your future education depends on it. Oh, wait. It fucking does.”

Al-haitham gives a rough shift forward of his pelvis so that his heavy, twitching cock can plunge even deeper into your mouth. So bad, he wants to hit the back of your throat so bad. Archons, he thrives for this exact sensation EVERY moment of the dayyyyyy.

This view… your delectable expression. Plump, quivering lips glistening with saliva and doing their absolute best just to keep their place tight around his length even though you’re on the brink of gagging. Anxious, wide eyes clamping shut every so often to rid of the glassy layer of pesky tears blurring your sight. Knees visibly red and sore, digging into the hard floor each time you lift yourself up to chase after his dick and catch it in your mouth, shamelessly eager to revel in the flavour of him like it’s your last chance. So fucking dirty and… just downright iconic. Nobody can do it for him like you can.

Your scalp pulses with an addictive sting supplied by the scribe’s fist tangled and controlling in your hair. How he repeatedly yanks your head back and forth in time with his vigorous thrusts has your cunt clenching on nothing, sending arousal to come practically gushing from your hole, swollen clit feeling cruelly neglected and longing for the slightest hint of stimulation.

“Mmph… g-grrnm—!” you panic when a particularly forceful rock of the scribe’s hips causes you to tense up and fight for breath.

“Th—at’s right sweetheart, ha-ve-ve a gooood taste.” Al-haitham drawls and stutters an undeniably thirsty low-toned taunt, gazing down at your sweet, vulnerable little self all weak and bruising knelt on the ground below him. The prominent veins decorating his cock create shallow ridges that hardly catch against your tongue, and you would seize the opportunity to swirl around them, but it’s rather difficult with such a surprisingly heavy weight blocking the back of your throat. Fresh streams of tears begin to break out over your waterlines, and fucking hell is he ready to cum all over you. But not yet, no, he tells himself and gasps a large breath when the warning of an orgasm creates a maddening tension in his abdomen, you’re not deserving of that just yet.

At last, the brutal scribe’s actions come to a temporary standstill and he pries your mouth from him, not without a lewd, sticky pop and a cooling thread of saliva connecting the two of you. You can breathe. Speak, even. With a shaky hand, you quickly brush away any loose hairs obscuring your vision and attempt to softly thread a few into Al-haitham’s thick fingers so he’d secure them back for you whilst you teasingly trace messy lines up and down his bobbing length.

“I’m sorry, mister scribe, am I too good for you to handle?” you ask cutely, eyes disguised with innocence although your constricting grasp around the base of his aching dick betrays your visage de façade. Bending over and tugging your locks to tilt your head back, he directs a desirous, mean glare down past the bridge of his nose straight into your deceitful, sparkling eyes. His other large hand occupies itself by pinching your cheek between his thumb and pointer finger, stretching your face as if you’re just some dumb kid to him.

“Shut up.” the harsh scribe orders you, an aura of lust and dominance practically radiating from underneath his clothes. You swear you can feel it, too, due to his tall, lean and muscular frame looming over you so intimidatingly close. Al-haitham’s aquamarine irises seem to darken right in front of you, an illusion portrayed by his control over you. His power could be seen as figurative chains he keeps you bound to him by. Do as you’re told or face the higher-ups, he’d threatened you with a deal you couldn’t refuse after you’d gotten him dangerously close to expulsion by nabbing a folder comprised of detailed information regarding you.

Suddenly, the embarrassing touch on your cheek disappears only to land a firm, swift slap there instead. His hand was a mere few inches away from the area it smacked, so why— how does it hurt this much? A meek and wobbly moan still escapes the confines of your sore, sensitive throat no matter how hard you push it down to start with. You’d best shut up.

“Dirty, dirty little thief.” he chastises, voice deep and seductive through gritted teeth as you pump his pink-tipped cock in hopes that he’ll forget about your pathetic excuse for a “one-up”. Al-haitham mindlessly toys with your pouting lower lip, then by using a smidge more pressure to force your jaw open he glides his fingers over your bottom front teeth, a devilish smirk playing upon his mouth whilst he engraves the ticklish sensation of the toughened skin grazing along every serrated edge into his brain. Before you can clamp down and bite, the scribe removes your touch by the wrist to hurriedly line himself up and help himself to your mouth once more, without notice. His sharp, quiet inhale releases as a hot, sinfully pleased exhale that leaves your own hips wriggling aimlessly.

He watches you squirm helplessly as he holds your forehead to the sexy trail of short hairs leading from his navel to the long, hard dick he’s so generously stuffing your proud mouth full with. You’re barely trying to pull away, staying still until the natural recoil of your body prevents you from passing out. The faint, salty taste of his pre-cum along with his alluring and delicious scent combined and rendering you more intoxicated, cock drunk, by the second. Both addictive as fuck, so much so that your body begins to slump diagonally into Al-haitham’s legs as soon as the pressure on your head relinquishes, a jelly-like arm coiling around his thigh to stay as close as possible whilst your lips glide over his length when it slips out.

“I, I loooove seeing you choke…” the scribe, watching his slick jolting cock thwack against his lower stomach, confesses in a slur just in case you hadn’t gathered. He’s evidently high on the exhilarating pleasure, possibly much more than you are. “I bet you wish, fuck,” he pauses, sex-dazed yet tense with the consistent tightening of his balls, “you’d never have attempted to swipe those documents fr— from under my nose.”

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[giantroboticplatypusbutt218]

Oversight

This is Part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. 

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Content Warnings: Fantastic Racism, Internalized Homophobia, Suggestive Content, Mild Language, Canon-Typical Violence.

Summary: Rev receives some friendly advice from Tech after a mistake of his is brought to attention. Desperate to prove that he took Tech's words to heart, he seeks the aid of his other friends to improve himself before the evening is over.

Unfortunately, he missed the most crucial piece of advice that Tech tried to convey.

Word Count: 27,277

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (Link to Chapter on Ao3)

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Chapter 1

Word Count: 3598

Notes: This is part 3 of the Magnetic Attraction series. If you haven’t read the previous parts you will probably be confused. Feel free to skip the rest of these notes if you don’t care about the content warnings. 

(Continued under the cut)

Content warnings are similar to the previous fics, with the same themes of racism and internalized homophobia. As for new warnings: 

You might have noticed this fic is rated “T” rather than “G”. That’s mostly due to some suggestive humor, and 90% of it is contained in chapter 2. Basically, I joke about the sexualized nature of modern pop music. A character also says a mild swear and there are allusions to blood (that’s not actual blood) in chapter 4. 

There is a comment in the third chapter that is mildly transphobic. Honestly, I don’t even know if “transphobic” is entirely the right word. A well meaning character (you can guess who) voices some bad assumptions. I’m trans myself and I’ve dealt with well meaning people saying worse. Compared to literally everything else in the fic it feels pretty minor. 

Lastly… I don’t know if this deserves a warning, but I hope you’re prepared for various characters to make some dumb decisions. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, and feel free to give me comments and/or criticisms.

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“Oh wow! Three apples! Can all of you count to three? Let’s do it together!”

Tap.

“Tengo que confesar. ¡Estoy enamorado de tu prima! Eres maravilloso, pero él puede correr tan rápido…”

Tap.

“Are those lions, tigers, and bears you see? Of course they are! Because this is channel 4 news, and this is our annual conservation special!” 

Tap.

“That’s right folks; This entire evening is dedicated to the zoos of Blanc and all the wonderful creatures contained within.”

Tap. Tap. 

“So get cozy, because you won’t want to miss all the amazing animals and the stories behind bringing them back from the brink!” 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. “UGH! What the heck?!” 

Duck mashed the channel up button a few more times before tossing the remote onto the coffee table. 

Ace glanced over his book, otherwise not moving from his casual position on the opposite lounge sofa. “The batteries probably died.” 

“I know that the batteries probably died. I’m not an idiot.” Duck crossed his arms. “But now what?! I don’t wanna be stuck watching some stupid news channel.”

“You wouldn’t mind if we were still in Acmetropolis.” 

“Will you ever stop bringing that up!?” 

Ace shrugged. “If you don’t wanna watch the news then just get up and change the channel on the TV.” 

“Absolutely not! I’m not walking all the way over there!” 

“It’s like ten feet. Also, you can teleport.” 

“The buttons on the TV have a delay.” 

“So does the remote.” 

“I’m not going to get up and use the TV buttons like a loser.” 

“Well, there are plenty of other TVs in HQ. Just go find one with a working remote and watch TV there.” 

“But-! Uh…” Duck hummed, looking away. “The uh… lighting is better here. Yeah. I don’t want to go where there’s not… good lighting.” 

“I guess the sunset does look pretty nice with all the big fancy windows. That still means you’re out of luck, though.”

“Don’t remind me.” 

Ace went back to reading his book while Duck sat cross armed and frowned petulantly at the TV. 

“What you see here is the Tiger Terrace Zoo, home of the best captive breeding program in all of Blanc. Thanks to the efforts of all the wonderful staff, the incredible Blanc tiger climbed from extinct in the wild, all the way up to endangered!”

“Bor-ing. Who cares about the stupid tigers? They just chase things half the day and sleep the rest! What are they even useful for? Nothing. That’s what.” 

Duck looked over to Ace, who wasn’t paying attention.

“Ughhhh.” 

“…”

“Ughhhhhhhhhhh!” 

“…”

“UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“…”

“Fine! I’ll just get Tech to give me some new batteries!” 

Ace poked his head up. “Actually, I think I remember Lexi buying some the-” 

But Duck warped away before he could finish. 

“Oh, well, nevermind I guess.” 

Duck appeared near instantly in front of the lab door and began pounding on it. 

“Tech! You in there? Open up and give me some batteries!” He continued pounding on the door for a few moments. “Hello?!” 

A few seconds later, he crossed his arms.

“I’m coming in!” he announced, deciding to warp inside. “YEEEOUCH!!!” And immediately he warped back in front of the door.

“What the-! Oh right. The security thingamajig. Ugh. How am I supposed to find Tech?” 

The sound of metallic equipment clanking against itself toward the entrance got his attention.

“Bingo,” he said, teleporting over. 

Suddenly he was in front of the main elevator, pointing triumphantly and shouting, “aha!” However, his celebration was a little premature. 

“Uhhh, hi Duck,” Lexi greeted with mild confusion. 

“Hello,” Slam greeted as well. 

“Dang it!” he exclaimed. Then, his eyes trailed down to the things they were carrying. “Uh, what’s that?”

“Hurdles, balance bars… Just some gymnastic equipment to get our blood pumping!” 

Slam nodded enthusiastically. 

“Eugh. Isn’t it too hot outside for exercise?”

“Oh, we actually set everything up inside. The 2B storage room has loads of space. Nothing in there but an old refrigerator and a few floor fans. As a nice bonus, it’s a little harder to hear the rest of HQ while I’m in there too.”

“But isn’t the door busted?” 

“Just the opening mechanism,” she explained. “Slam’s strong enough to pull it open himself, even if the steel is a little slippery for him to grab onto.” 

Slam shrugged.

“Hm.” Then Duck jolted, his mind getting back on track. “Wait, have you seen Tech around?” 

“Not recently. I think he hasn’t left the lab much since last week. Probably caught up in a project or something.” 

“Just great. His security system stops me from quacking in and he won’t answer the door.” 

“Why do you need to see him?”

“The TV remote died and I need new batteries, and with Tech being a nerd he’s bound to have some.” 

Lexi perked up. “Oh, actually I-” 

“Wait! I bet he’d open the door for Rev! I just gotta find him, and he’ll get Tech to lend me some batteries.” 

“If you would-!” 

And Duck teleported away. 

Lexi and Slam looked at each other and shrugged, before continuing on. 

At Rev’s bedroom door, Duck began pounding on it similarly to how he did in front of the lab. 

“Rev?! You in there?!” 

“Oh! Yeah. The security is off and the door is open but give me a sec to-”

Upon opening the door anyway, “AHH!” a mountain of papers fell out and completely buried Duck. 

In a flash Rev was by the door. “…clean up.” 

Duck popped his head out of the pile and glared at him. 

Rev chuckled sheepishly. “Honestly I tried to warn you and considering how fast I talk I’m surprised you didn’t manage to hear my entire warning before opening the door.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever.” Duck wrestled his arms free of what was apparently a post-it note pile and picked one up. “What were you even doing? You’ve hardly been around for the past week.”

“Oh uh, just some research.”

Duck squinted at the chicken scratch covering the note. “Public opponents of the 1989 ICZN Opinion 1567 ruling regarding Case 2607,” he squinted harder, “-the moving of Canis latrans sapiens to Latrans sapiens under family… can-did-ay,” he tilted his head concernedly, “rudely wore shirts depicting a coyote with stink lines in protest.” Duck looked up and grimaced at Rev. “…What the heck kind of research is this?” 

“Um, well, you know…” Rev quickly swooped over and gathered the pile of post-its in a big bunch before shoving them in a corner of his room. 

Duck got up and brushed himself off, then followed Rev inside. “I really don’t. That paper was covered in weird nerd stuff.” 

Rev chuckled nervously. “You see, I recently realized that some of my views and behaviors regarding Tech were… not fair, so I made a small effort to remedy that.” 

The incredulous frown on Duck’s face grew as he failed to find a single space in Rev’s room that wasn’t plastered with colorful notes. Actually, no. Duck quickly spied a framed photo on Rev’s nightstand with Tech not so subtly left visible in it. But besides that, there was a nauseating amount of colorful papers absolutely everywhere. “‘Small’?”  

“I… wanted to be thorough.” 

When his eyes returned to Rev, he noticed a few dozen notes covering him as well. “Have you tried not being stupid?” 

Rev huffed. “This is me trying not to be stupid.” 

“Well, hopefully you’ve at least figured out that Tech didn’t want to eat you, then.” 

Coughing awkwardly, Rev looked away. “How… do you know about that?” 

“Lexi told me you came flying past her screaming about it.” 

“Oh… I… guess I should’ve asked her not to say anything…” he cleared his throat. “But uh, yes. I do know that Tech wasn’t trying to eat me.” 

“Great. And since we’re already talking about Tech, can you get me into the lab so I can talk to him?” 

“I can see if he’ll let us in. But what do you need to see him for?” 

“I need some new batteries.”

“Oh! I have some batteries!” Rev ran to his desk and pulled open a drawer, inadvertently flinging some post-its into the air. “I’ve got Double A, Quadruple A, A Twenty-Three, C Cell, D Cell, Nine Volt-”

“REV!”

He stopped his rummaging. “Yeah?” 

“Any Triple A?” 

Rev glanced back into the drawer for a moment. “Oh, uh, no.” 

“Then can you open the lab already?!” 

“Sure. I’ll meet you there.” 

In an instant, Rev was gone. Duck soon followed. 

When he appeared directly in front of the door, Rev was off to the side speaking through the intercom. 

“Are you sure, Tech? You kinda sound like you don’t want me or especially Duck to come in.”

“It’s… fine. Just open the door.” 

Rev inputted some kind of overly elaborate code onto the keypad and the door slid open. 

“WAH!” And Duck was buried in papers again. He warped upward and landed on top of the paper pile. “Geez Tech!” came Duck’s scolding as Tech walked closer. “Have you ever heard of a folder?” 

“Yes. But I’ve also heard of staples.” And like that, Tech used his power to yank all of the papers out from under him, landing Duck straight onto his butt.

“OOF!” Getting back onto his feet and brushing himself off, Duck scowled. “Any reason you had a pile of paper precariously placed right at the door?”

“Genuine mistake,” Tech stated through a smirk before walking his paper tower further into the lab.

“Whatever,” Duck huffed, following him inside with Rev shortly behind. “The TV remote’s dead. I need Triple A batteries for it.”

“Alright. Hand me the ones in the remote.”

“Okay.” Duck teleported.

…

“YEEOUCH!” 

And immediately he was right back where he teleported from. 

“You didn’t turn off the security thingy?!”

“It takes a while to shut off, so I didn’t bother. Sorry that I forgot to mention it,” Tech said with faux innocence. 

“You’re despicable.” Duck sharply turned and walked out of the lab’s door, before teleporting away properly this time. 

Rev brought his attention to Tech. 

“Something happen between you two?” 

“Not really. I’m still mad about something he said last week… even though I probably shouldn’t be by now.”

“What’d he say?”

“Eh, it’d take too long to explain. Long story short, he gave me some dumb advice I’d never use in my right mind.”

“Well that definitely sounds like something he’d do.”

Duck appeared at the doorway again and stomped inside. “Here’s the batteries,” he said, practically shoving them into Tech’s hands. “Now, give me some new ones.”

“I don’t have any.” 

“WHAT?!” 

“I used the last of the ones I had a while ago. You’ll just have to wait for these ones to recharge.” With that, Tech walked over and set them into the battery charger on his desk. 

“How long will that take?!” 

“A few hours, at least.” 

“You can’t be serious?! How am I supposed to go without the remote for that long?!” 

Rev stuck up his pointer finger triumphantly. “Actually! You know what? I just remembered; While I was grabbing a quick snack the other day I think I overheard Lexi talking about-” 

“Would you quit yackin? Some people have real problems to deal with.” Duck groaned, stomping back to the door. “I guess I’ll have to find some batteries myself! You literal and not-literal love birds enjoy your freaky nerd nests; I’ve got some battery hunting to do.” 

“We’re not-!” And Duck was gone before Rev could finish. 

Tech crossed his arms. “You know, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” 

“But-! He can’t just… keep saying stuff like that!” 

“Just ignore him. Don’t give him the satisfaction of thinking you’re actually listening.” 

“I… Yeah. You’re right…”

Tech looked around his lab, papers in towers all around. “I guess this would qualify as a ‘nerd nest’,” he said. “Duck made it sound like you had one too?” 

“Yeah. I’ve been doing some research on-” Rev’s words got caught in his throat. “Uh, stuff.” 

“‘Stuff’?”

“Y-Yeah. Just… nothing weird or… I don’t know.” 

“Mmm.” 

Tech took a few steps closer, and Rev held his breath. 

Then Tech snagged a post-it caught up Rev’s crest and brought it into his vision. 

“H-Hey!” 

“You said it was nothing weird, right?” 

“I-I did, but-” 

“Then why can’t I see what you’ve been up to?” 

“I… well… I don’t know. Something doesn’t feel entirely right… but as far as I can figure out it’s okay…” 

Tech raised the note into his view, reading it aloud. “In a 2165 speech, the governor of New New Jersey was quoted saying that coyotes were cunning and untrustworthy, contributing to the spread of these stereotypes.” His gaze returned to Rev, giving him an expression of mild concern. “This is what you’ve been doing for the past week?” 

“Well not entirely. I mean I did spend a bit of time on it as I wanted to be thorough but I did have to eat and sleep and…” Rev cowered. “Did I screw up?” 

Tech handed Rev back the note. “Doing some research is a good idea, but if your room is looking anything like it does in here, you might’ve gone overboard.” 

“Um…” Rev looked around, avoiding eye contact. “Anyway, what have you been up to? You said you were working on something but you’ve been pretty quiet about it all week.”

Tech sighed, deciding to ignore Rev’s sidestep for now. “Well…” His ears drooped. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but nothing's come of it so far. When you asked to come in I figured that… I couldn’t keep you out forever…”

Rev stepped over to one of the stacks of paper and took a stapled group off the top, scanning through. “Oh!” Rev perked up with a bright smile. “You’re experimenting with your potential electromagnetic abilities!” Slowly, his smile dropped. “But… you said nothing’s come of it?” 

“Yeah… I haven’t managed to generate a single watt, let alone a circuit frying EMP.” Tech turned away, sighing wearily. “It should have been so easy. Magnetism and electricity are intrinsically linked, and I used both so effortlessly just last week. Yet… stacks documentation and experiments later… and I think I’ve lost all hope of figuring it out…” 

“Aw, I’m sure you can do it eventually! Maybe you just need to come at it from a different angle.” 

“Different angle?” 

“Sure! How’ve you been trying to create electromagnetic energy so far?” 

“Well…” Tech motioned Rev to his main work table, which had a few stacks of paper and a simple energy monitor attached to some loose wires on it. “I know that, mechanically, all that I should have to do is rapidly oscillate my magnetic fields near some conductive material to generate electricity, so I hooked up some wires to an energy monitor and tried to do just that. If I managed to generate even a single watt, I’d be able to see it. So far though… no luck.” 

“Hmm…” Rev leaned down and tilted his head, looking at the simplistic set up. “This kinda seems like a cold and mechanical way of figuring things out.” He straightened up and turned back to Tech. “What about the emotional part? Didn’t you say you’d figure out what you were feeling when you produced the EMPs and try to replicate the circumstances?” 

“I’m… still not entirely sure what specific emotion correlated to producing the EMPs, or if that correlation even exists or matters at all.” Sighing, he wiped his face. “Nevertheless… I have tried inducing various emotions through different means, but the longer I continued, the more the utter failure of these experiments got to me and possibly influenced the results…” 

“Maybe you should try something else like- Oh!” Rev rushed out of sight, then came back with a simple LED lightbulb. “It’ll take very little energy to get this to light up, and when it does, you’ll have a quick and easy indicator that you’re on the right track!”

Taking the lightbulb offered to him, Tech turned it in his hands with an unsure expression. “Even if LEDs are more efficient than other bulbs, it’ll still take more energy to produce results than creating a current through the energy monitor.”

“That’s true, but a lightbulb is easier to carry around, and getting out of the lab might help things feel a little less stagnate.” Rev stepped around and started ushering Tech to the door. “And I don’t know about you, but I would have never learned about the full potential of my powers if nothing changed. Running faster, sure; I already run everywhere. But flying? That was entirely different territory. I looked into the sky and wondered if I could, and after many failed jumps, it wasn’t until I stopped thinking about the ground that I finally took off.” 

After a moment to hum in thought, Tech shrugged. “I did only discover my powers when I wasn’t thinking about them. Mostly because I had no idea I even had them. Maybe a short break will help me clear my mind a bit.” 

“That’s a great idea!” They stepped out of the lab and the door automatically locked behind them. “Once you’ve cleared your head a little I just know you’ll figure everything out! Maybe I can even throw you a party once you do! Complete with nice clothes and everything. But, since it’s been like a week since you’ve left the lab, before all that you could probably use a good meal and-” Rev sniffed the air and gagged, “uh, maybe a shower.” 

Nodding with a shrug, Tech continued forward a few steps before noticing that Rev had gone entirely still. He turned to him in curiosity and was met with a mortified expression. 

“Uh-”

“I’m really sorry if that was mean or uncalled for! I wasn’t even really thinking about what I said and then it came out and I don’t know why it even did because I’d never mean to-”

“Rev-”

“-hurt you even a little because I’m supposed to be your best friend but I should’ve known better and-”

“Rev!” Tech shot his hand out toward Rev’s beak, but stopped himself before actually grabbing it. Thankfully, the movement was enough to get Rev’s attention, cutting his rant short. 

“I’m… sorry…” Rev summarized quietly.

Tech crossed his arms. “Well, I’d like to know what for, because I’m entirely lost.”

“Wait you don’t even-” Rev paused. “Uh, maybe it’d be better if I didn’t elaborate…”

“After how much you just freaked out? No. I really think you should explain yourself.” 

“Oh…” Rev rubbed his arm, his eyes locked on the floor. “Well, there were quite a few records of people assuming that coyotes smelled and I don’t want to be one of those people…” 

Tech rolled his eyes, sighing with a neutral expression. “Okay… It’s great that you did some research, and also great that you’re making an effort to be more considerate,” 

Rev froze with dread of what was coming next.

“but,” 

And there it was. That sharp stab to the gut.

“I’d really like it if you didn’t make things awkward, alright? Like I already said; If you say something uncalled for, I’ll let you know. And when I let you know, then you can say sorry, and then we can move on. Got it?” 

“Got it…” 

“There’s no need to overreact if you say the wrong thing to me. I can handle it, I promise. So, unless I make a big deal of whatever you say, just treat the situation like you would any mistake you’d make. Alright?” 

“Alright…” 

Tech smiled warmly, stepping forward and giving Rev a few pats on the shoulder. 

“You’re on the right track, so just relax and have some confidence in yourself already. Everything is going to be fine. Okay?”

“Okay…” 

Finally, he pulled away. “I do need to take a shower though. Afterward, maybe a nice walk around HQ will help me figure out my powers. So, I’ll talk to you later, Rev.” 

He started walking away. 

“Later, Tech. I promise I’ll take your advice to heart.” 

With a thumbs up, Tech stepped around the corner and out of sight. 

Finally alone, Rev sighed, rubbing his arm. 

“Dang it… All that research… and it still wasn’t enough to stop me from screwing up…” A warbled breath left his beak, and Rev immediately straightened up and cleared his throat. 

“No. Tech wouldn’t want me to cry. I just… need to never make another mistake, and then I’ll never hurt his feelings again, and then I’ll never feel the need to cry. Everything will be fine. Just… think… Where did I go wrong…” 

He started pacing back and forth, though, at a characteristically fast speed. A few post-its jostled off and fluttered to the floor. 

Abruptly, his feet came to a halt. 

“Confidence! Tech said I needed to have some confidence in myself! I’m not quite sure how confidence will help me avoid hurting his feelings, but Tech knows what he’s talking about so getting some confidence will definitely work. Now… how to get some confidence…” 

Another brief bout of pacing later and he triumphantly raised a finger into the air. 

“Lexi’s got confidence in spades! I’ll just go ask her how to get some confidence and then I’ll be the most perfect best friend that Tech could ever hope to have!” 

And with that, Rev dashed across HQ to find her, more post-its fluttering to the ground in his wake. 

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Link to Oversight Chapter 2 ->

[lunarticxenia]

Astrology Observations #3

Hi guys, it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, so here we gooooo! Remember these are just my opinions 

TW: Mention of de*th, S*x

🍁 Libra moons, Moon in the 7th and 7th house stelliums tend to become absorbed by their romantic relationships and make it apart of their personality. A lot tend to crave relationships a lot and tend to feel incomplete without one. 

🍁 Gemini and prominent Mercury placements (i.e. Sun conjunct Mercury, Mercury on an angle, etc.) LOVE hands. My mom has this and refused to date people who had “bad hands”. LMAO. So picky. 

🍁 3 or more harsh aspects to one’s moon can make them very emotionally closed off. 

🍁 Mars Square Neptune in synastry can be a stalker aspect. The Mars person can become obsessed with the Neptune person. I’ve had this with two people who later got obsessed with me. Yikes. 

🍁 Pisces Mercury has a very soft and more higher pitched voice whereas Scorpio and Cancer mercuries tend to have deeper voices. 

🍁 Some indicators of health issues in astrology are Mars or Saturn in the 6th and the 6th house ruler negatively aspecting Mars or Saturn. Obviously not always the case but I’ve found it to be true in multiple charts including my own. 

🍁I’ve also found that Mars in the 8th (whole sign or Placidus astrology) and Saturn in the 8th (whole sign or Placidus) placements usually have had a near de*th experience i.e. a car accident. 

🍁 Neptune in the 12th individuals tend to struggle with self confidence ;( 

🍁 Moon in the 6th is a workaholic placement!

🍁 Uranus in the 3rd is such an underrated intelligence placement. Uranus in the 3rd individuals have such a unique way of thinking, and they’re also very funny as well. Their minds work differently than most. 

🍁 Scorpio Risings are super intriguing. People feel super drawn to them, there’s just something about them that makes people obsessed. It’s more intense than Pluto in the 1st. 

🍁 Moon in 4th house overlay in synastry makes the house person have a soft spot for the planet person. 

🍁 Saturn in the 4th house individuals may have strict parents and/or feel that they had to grow up too fast. 

🍁I’ve noticed Sagittarius moons tend to go into the STEM field; if not that they really enjoy science and math in general (unless the placement is afflicted). 

🍁Pluto in the 7th have a hard time getting into relationships, even if they really want a relationship they just have a hard time in that department. 

🍁Underdeveloped Cancer placements can be narcissistic. Same goes for Aquarius and Leo placements. Aquariuses tend to be looked over, their sister sign is Leo, an underdeveloped Aquarius placement can really give someone a God complex. 

🍁 Cancer moons act more like a stereotypical Cancer than Cancer suns. I’m a Cancer sun, and I’ve dated two Cancer moons, and they act more like the typical Cancer than I do. Same with my mother. Cancer moons exacerbate the traits of Cancer since Cancer is ruled by the moon; while they can have the good traits like being intuitive and compassionate, they can also be ten times more crabby and moody.

🍁 Sun in the 2nd are the kinds of people to work more than one job just to make more money. 

🍁 Individuals with Sun Opposition Moon are CHAOTIC. This is coming from a Sun Square Moon. Y’all are chaotic but mad fun. You guys need to calm down though, whatever has you going crazy is not that serious LMAO. 

🍁 Pluto in the 4th individuals have ALOT of emotional baggage, especially from their childhood. 

🍁 Cancer stelliums love to sleep with stuffed animals!!!!! Both me and a couple other people have this, and our beds are filled to the brink with stuffed animals. 

🍁Aries moons can be super messy unless there’s another aspect at play like Virgo in the big three. 

🍁 Leo risings make faces at everything, whether they mean to or not LMAO. This girl I like does it, it’s so cute. 

🍁 Moon in the 12H individuals struggle with relationships- they either crave them 24/7 or just can’t commit at all. 

🍁 Libra placements love being the center of attention and they’ll gladly admit it. 

🍁Scorpio Risings, Pluto in the 1st, Asteroid Nessus #7066 in the 1st, and Lilith in the 1st individuals tend to attract creeps/stalkers. 

🍁For certain ailments I tend to look at the Sun and Moon of individuals in both Tropical and Sidereal astrology, i.e. I’m a Cancer sun and have stomach problems. I know someone who’s an Aries moon in Sidereal astrology and he got a bunch of concussions. 

🍁 Not really an observation, but it’s worth looking into whole sign astrology, I’ve found it’s very accurate too. My friend relates more to things in her whole sign chart more than her reg chart. 

🍁 Cancer Mars do NOT like to talk about their problems and tend to internalize shit. It’s really bad.  

🍁 I feel like Scorpio Mars tends to be obsessed with s*x or doesn’t think about it at all. 

🍁Asteroid Medusa #149 harshly aspecting or conjunct the ascendant and/or in the 1st house gives natives curly hair from what I’ve seen. Or very thick and wavy hair. 

🍁 Mars Square Pluto individuals really have this mysterious and darkly appealing way about them, I always fall for them LMAO. I just find them so hot. (Not an observation but you know). 

🍁 I’ve seen a lot of non-binary people with prominent Asteroid Beck #21050 in their chart. 

Hope you guys enjoyed these, remember some things may not apply to you as these are just observations. :) 

[m6bjo4fu0]

Bnha when a stranger insults you

Contains: bakugo, shigaraki, fat gum, overhaul x gn!reader

Warnings: body-shaming, self conscious, swearing, implied de@th/violence, Chisaki kinda breaking character but its fine ig

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“Look at that person!” “Ewww why would that guy date them, their butt is so fat/flat!” “I bet they have a lot of money, unless the guy just has a terrible taste-”

“Shut the fuck up you damn extras.”

Bakugo yelled at the group of idiots before turning to your slightly shaking figure.

“Don’t listen to those idiots, they’re just jealous.”

His heart broke when you looked up at him with small droplets of tears pooling in your eyes.

“B-but they’re right, you deserve someone better than me. I’m-“

“Don’t you dare apologize.”

You flinched a bit at his sudden burst with both his hands holding your shoulders, turning you towards him to gain your full attention.

“Those damn extras don’t even know you, they’re just some fucking idiots with nothing good in their pathetic life so that they have to insult amazing people like you to feel better. I love every inch of you, head to toe and arm to arm. I don’t care about their shitass judgements on our relationship, especially when their judgements are wrong.”

By this point you’re on the brink of breaking down, both from the insult and Bakugo’s words. Streams of tears already flowed down your cheeks and passerbys (i have no idea what’s the plural form I couldn’t google it) would probably think he’s hurting you if he wasn’t cupping your cheeks like you’re the most valuable yet vulnerable art in the world. His thumbs are gently wiping some stray tears away, wishing he could stop those deep, broken eyes from forming more of them. Bakugo planted a soft kiss on your forehead before continuing,

“You’re beautiful and I love you.”

“Damn look at those ugly legs.” “You should look at their face first, I’m trying so hard not to laugh right now I swear.” “How could that guy be with them? His eyes need to be checked-“

In an instant, those voices were no more than piles of dust about to be blown away and drift through the wind. (Wanting to start again-)

“Glad those idiots are gone. Being a bad person is tolerable but we have to draw the line.”

Shigaraki put on his gloves again to tightly hold your hands in his. The squeeze his hand gave was reassuring, telling you that he’s here for you.

“Don’t worry, those people are just mindless All Might fans, nothing they say are true. You’re gorgeous, they’re blinded by the world of lies to see.”

Although it’s not the best thing to say, he tried and you appreciated it. You chuckled at his attempt to lighten the mood by insulting the hero world.

“Shiggy, you just had to insult All Might as well.”

“He’s the leader of those fuckers, I blame him for their rude and untrue comments.”

He pecked you gently on the tip of your nose.

“Who are they to judge what’s mine?”

“Oh my gosh look at their hair.” “PLEASE AND THE CHUBBY CHEEKS TOO.” “The guy is so muscular and tall why is he dating that potato.” “Oh shit wait that guy kinda looks like Fat Gum-“

Taishiro (Fat Gum’s first name in case you didn’t know) stopped in his tracks and turned towards the group.

“Please keep unpleasant comments to yourself, my s/o and I don’t appreciate them.”

The group frantically apologized at the 8ft, muscular, serious, and kind of scary (right now) man and scurried away, leaving the two of you on the empty street.

“If I were in fat form, the group definitely would’ve not made those comments. Shallow people, I must say. You’re really pretty tonight and I appreciate your effort to dress up for our date, and that is not something a random person on the street would notice. You’re amazing the way you are, don’t let those lies get to you.”

He engulfed you in a hug, burying your in his chest (or stomach idk he’s too tall) as you snaked your arms around his waist. His palm held the back of your neck when he heard soft sniffles escalating, and he hated the way you felt in his arms all broken. Taishiro loves holding you, but it pained him to see you broken and hurt, only having him as a support. You’re so vulnerable and soft, and he knows that it’s his duty to protect you at all costs, even if it’s just from some careless words of a group passerby. He picked you up, still letting you hide yourself in his shoulder as he began walking home. Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him speak.

“Don’t worry, I am here and I love you.”

(I AM HERREEEEE😭😭)

“How is the guy with them? That is the worst skin I’ve ever seen.” “Ew look at their legs! Oh the arms too!” “Poor guy, having such an embarrassing s/o-“

“I beg your fucking pardon? I didn’t hear your words correctly, did you just insult my s/o?”

As the two strangers began fearfully backing away, you saw Chisaki walking towards them while slowly taking off his gloves. In the blink of an eye, the two are a pile of clothes on the floor without any trace of their disappearance. Chisaki strolled back to you, mumbling something about getting dirty as his gloves covered his hands again. The gloved palms uncharacteristically came up to your face, cupping your cheeks through your mask (he insisted on you wearing one too because of how ‘the outside is full of germs.’)His masked lips softly pecked your forehead, soothing you as your eyes closed.

Chisaki had a palm on the back of your head and another on your thigh, pulling you up in his hold with your face still in his purple collar. Although his grip wasn’t tight, it was firm and comforting. You reached up to his left ear, lightly playing with the piercings and caught his attention. He planted another kiss on the side of your head, reassuring you.

“I love you.”

“More than the yakuza?”

He held you tighter.

“More than anything.”

Author’s notes: why hate when u can sleep💛

2.6.22

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I am absolutely devastated. I’m still crying and remembering him. Technoblade helped us all and was such an amazing person. He made the whole community smile and laugh. It’s not fair at all. He was taken away too soon.

Although he was “just a youtuber”, he saved me. He helped me get through the worst time in my life. He’s my idol and was my only comfort from the world.

TW below // eat#ng d#sorder, cal#ries, s#lf h#rm, de#th, s#icide

During quarantine I was going through the worst period of my life. I just got rejected from the girl Ive liked for 3 years and found out I was just being led on for a confidence boost. I hated myself, I didn’t think I was good enough.

I started starving myself to look better for her. Eating only 500 calories a day. Working out everyday, almost fainting constantly. I lost an unhealthy amount of weight in such a short time. I was crying myself to sleep, thinking of self harm, hurting others, and so much more.

My first ever dog died.

And then my uncle died.

My parents were fighting more and more.

I haven’t seen my mom in almost 3 months.

I was forced to babysit and work even though my body didn’t have enough energy.

My family was scrapping for money.

I lost all of friends.

I was on the brink of going through with my plan.

But I didn’t.

And for one of the stupidest sounding reasons ever:

I would miss Technoblade’s video.

Techno made me want to come home from my daily walk instead of running away. Techno made me laugh when there was nothing to be laughing about. Techno made me happy, even for those short 30 minutes, he made me the happiest I’ve been in a while.

He helped me and doesn’t even know it. He saved me from so many horrible thoughts. He was the only thing that kept me going.

Technoblade is an amazing person. The best of them all. I hope he rest easy and I hope he’s having the time of his life in heaven.

I miss you, I love you, and I hope you come back in another form and fulfill your legacy again. I love you, Techno.

[solaceinstruggle]

i’m so woozy and feel horrible/on the brink of de*th but i don’t have a fever

[mysweetserpentine]

Accident - Zabdiel De Jesus

a/n: hello everyone! I’m back with my piece for @cloudfiveclub‘s writing challenge. It is my very first smut so please be nice. If you enjoy please like and reblog if you want. I had the dialogue prompt of “What makes you think it was an accident?” 

Zabdiel had called you again. He was back in Miami after a long string of tour dates and wanted to see you. You knew what it was for though. The friends with benefits, no strings attached agreement had worked for the both of you. Both of your needs were satisfied without having to put a label on the whole thing. You both often spent time together outside of meeting for a rendezvous, enjoying each other’s company as well.

But this was different, his voice sounded different when you picked up the phone. He usually was cool and collected upon calling you. Normally he would invite you to his apartment or hotel room and one thing would lead to another but not this time. “I need to see you. Now,” his voice demanded through the phone.

Knocking on his apartment door, you barely registered him opening the door before he pulled you in. Slamming the door shut he pushed you against it, his lips finding yours quickly in a heated kiss. You feel his large hands grab the back of your thighs before lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, eliciting a gasp from you which he swallows as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Zabdiel walks the two of you to his bedroom, walking backwards until his knees hit the bed. Sitting down on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, your tongues continue to fight for dominance before he breaks away. Breathing heavily he slips your shirt over your head before tossing it to the side, his lips moving to place kisses on your neck which pull a soft moan from your lips.

Running your hands down the expanse of his chest down to his tummy, you pull on the fabric, indicating you wanted it off. But when he breaks away for you to slip his shirt off, you see his face and the look in his eyes. Something was wrong.

Placing one hand on his cheek, letting the other comb through his blonde locks soothingly, wondering what had gotten him like this. “What’s wrong?” you asked carefully. You let your hand fall from his cheek to meet your other at the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head quickly, as if to shake him out of the trance you had him in. “Nada amor. No te preocupes,” he says softly. Amor? That was new. He picks you up out of his lap before tossing you onto the cool sheets of his bed, placing his forearms on both sides of your head that rested on the pillows.

Resting his body gently over yours, you feel the growing tent in his pants, thrusting your hips upwards into his to gain any kind of friction that you craved. But he was not having it. Placing a large hand against your hip, he held you against the bed. He moved his lips to your neck, the other slipping behind your back to remove your bra. Removing the material from your chest and tossing it across the room, he slips his hand back under you to pull you closer to his chest.

Your lips find his once again, moving against each other in a passionate dance. You hadn’t even noticed his hand had slipped your underwear off until you felt his thumb find your sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a sudden moan at the contact, soon joined by his name as he slips a finger in your entrance.

“Te gusta, amor? Dime lo que quieres,” he whispers in your ear. Slowing the movement of his fingers to a slow and agonizing pace, causing you to buck your hips against his hand.

“Más Zabdi, más,” you groaned out, desperate for anything he would give you at this point.

Zabdiel took no time to speed up the pace, adding another finger inside you. You gasp loudly as you let your head fall into the pillow, your arms wrapping around his neck. His lips find the sweet spot on your neck, biting at the skin before soothing it over with his tongue.

Before you knew it, you felt the impending orgasm creeping up on you. You knew Zabdiel felt it as well, speeding up the movements of his fingers, adding another and curling it up against the soft spot that he knew would have you cumming instantly. Pulling his head from the attack on your neck, he watched as you screwed your eyes shut, breathless moans falling from your lips as you came around his fingers.

Normally Zabdiel would make some spectacle and make you taste yourself after something like this, but not this time. Standing taking a look at your flushed body on the bed, he smiled to himself before hopping off the retrieve a condom. Distracted by your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that he had come back empty handed.

“Qué estás haciendo?” you asked him, wanting to feel him inside of you already.

He looked nervous upon answering, something that you didn’t see often on him. “I don’t have any condoms. We must have used them all,” he says nervously. Running his fingers through his already disheveled hair, he speaks again. “You’re on the pill right? And you’ve only been with me?” he asks.

You shake your head without a second thought, knowing that you hadn’t been with anyone but him since your agreement started. Nervousness with a twinge of excitement set deep in your stomach at the thought of going bareback with him, something neither of you had experienced.

“I haven’t been with anyone else. If you’re okay with this, then I am too,” he says, coming to rest at your side on the bed. Moving his hand to the smooth skin of your tummy, he ran his palm over the expanse to soothe your thoughts.

With a immediate nod, you move your hands to his jeans to start undoing his belt. The nervousness you felt suddenly made it hard to grip anything. Zabdiel took your hands in his, lips meeting yours in a soft kiss as he finished the job for you. Once out of the confines of his boxers, his erection slapped against his tummy. You made a movement to palm it in your hands before he stopped you, moving to shift his body back over yours. “Not now, amor. This is about you,” he said.

With one arm slipping under your back and the other wrapping one of your legs around his waist, he kissed you deeply as if it was the last time he would ever do so. “I want to take my time with you tonight,” he whispered, the look in his eyes taking your breath away.

Nudging into you slowly, your wetness from your previous orgasm allowed him to slip right in. A sigh left both of your lips of the feeling of him inside you without the latex barrier. He always gave you the perfect stretch, on the brink of painful but always pleasurable. Bottoming out inside you, he let out a particularly loud groan before connecting his lips with yours in a deep, sensual kiss.

Letting you adjust to the new feeling, he broke the kiss to look at you before speaking. “Ta’ bien?” he asked you, his accent growing thicker under the circumstances.

You nodded your head quickly, wanting to beg him to give you any kind of movement. Luckily he read your mind and started thrusting into you at a slow pace, which normally you would scold him for but part of you wanted this to last.

“You feel so good amor,” Zabdiel moaned out in your ear. He loved this feeling with you. The warm walls of your pussy tightly hugged his cock, allowing him to feel every part of you as he thrusted in and out of you.

As much as you both loved the slow pace, you felt yourselves getting close. With the deep strokes Zabdiel was giving you, hitting your sweet spot everytime, you began to push your hips down to meet his thrusts. You both let out a collective moan as he hits a particularly deep spot, winding you up even further.

“Zabdi I’m close,” you gasped out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Your head falls down into his neck, lips finding the skin on there, nipping and leaving small kisses.

“Yo también,” he calls back, hand reaching down to find your sensitive nub once more. He rubbed out quick circles as you let our breathless cries. Feeling you walls clench around him, he knew you were close. Moving his hand to your chin, he tilted your face up to view his. “Ojos aquí,” he whispered to you, brown eyes meeting yours.

With one last hard thrust, strangled cries mixed with his name fell from your mouth as you came. Your walls clenched around him repeatedly, milking him to his own orgasm. Reaching his high you feel his load coat your insides, his body collapsing down onto yours softly.

“Te amo,” he whispers breathlessly, lips coming to meet yours in a breathtaking kiss.

What?

Before you could even reply, he pulled out of you with a wince. Moving off the bed to retrieve a towel from the bathroom, he returns and gentle cleans the both of you. Placing the towel off to the side, he slips back under the sheets and pulls you into his chest.

A comfortable silence fell between the two of you, both still coming down from your highs. But there was something gnawing at the back of your mind, something that you had to ask.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? Because I understand if it was an accident. Being in the moment can do th-”

You were quickly cut off by his lips, the kiss was strong and sweet. He poured every emotion he knew into the kiss, prefacing his next words before pulling away.

“What makes you think it was an accident?”

[daemongal]

A B C, easy as one two V! (Part 9)

Hey again! We’re almost done with these now and today we’ll cover U and V (only two but I wanted to get some content out for ya’ll). NSFW ahead!

You can find previous entries to this series from my [masterlist]!

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U = Unfair 

V’s fingers retreated from your heat once more as you groaned in disappointment once more, your body aching to be touched but not getting enough stimulation to take you over the edge like you so desperately needed.

“Come ooooooon V!” You whined, throwing your head back against the pillows and rattling your arm restraints against the headboard. “How wasn’t that good enough? It was pretty much word for word.”  

In hindsight, you very much regretted your decision of asking V to be your private tutor. You thought given his extensive knowledge and interest in poetry that he’d help you study and memorise the poems needed for your test in a few days. When he said he would tutor you on a reward-based system before crashing his lips into yours, you could do nothing but accept his offer. Once your wrists were restrained however, that was a different story.

“’Pretty much word for word’ will not get you the grade you so rightly deserve my sweet. Until you have recited it precisely as written, there’ll be no reward for you; it is as we agreed.” You sighed, face contorting into a pout.

“Well, if you didn’t have your tongue half way down my throat when you asked maybe I would have tweaked the terms of our agreement slightly.” V chuckled in response, fingers grazing your core once more as your whole body shuddered.

“Now, once again from the top.” You cleared your throat, breath hitching as his fingers started to slowly press against your entrance.

“Ah, sunflower weary of time, who countest the steps of the sun; seeking after that sweet golden cli-ahh-me,”  

Your voice stuttered as a single finger pushed into you slowly, your body shivering in anticipation.  

“where the t-traveller’s journey is done; w-where the youth pined away with desire-ahh.”

His finger curled, pressing against your walls exactly where you needed it. Your back arched and your voice broke at his finger kneading intently against your insides.

“You’re doing exquisitely so far, love. Now, please continue.” You fought to keep your eyes open and your thoughts coherent as your legs spasmed reflexively against the sheets. You gulped and took a deep breath.

“a-and the pale virgin shrouded in s-snow, arise from th-their graves and ahh!”  

A second finger joined the first, the pace quickening as you gripped the headboard to ground yourself. Sweat began to trickle from your brow as your eyes fluttered shut, only to reopen in shock a moment later as teeth grazed your ear.

V had moved himself up over you in the moment when your concentration lapsed, his head how resting in the crook of your shoulder, breath against your neck.

“Almost there love; you’re so close.” His deep voice in your ear sent your world spiralling as his expert fingers toyed with your insides perfectly. You were close in more ways than one but you knew you needed to finish the recital; you couldn’t take any more denial.

“a-arise from their g-graves and aspire, where my S-sunflower wishes to go-oooooh!”  

His thumb pressed against your clit, circling it in time with the thrusts of his hand. Your back arched as a question remained on the tip of your tongue.

“Th-there, I did it r-right. C-can I...please?” Your voice was raspy as you gasped for breaths, his pace slowing momentarily, holding you on the brink torturously.

“Hmmm...” V hummed against your ear, before running his tongue up the outer shell. “it sounded divine, love. I couldn’t have recited it better myself.” His quickened his pace again, pushing you back towards your high, his curled fingers pumping in and out of you, his thumb brushing against you’re engorged clit before eventually, he threw you over the edge.

“Ahhhhh, V!” You moaned his name as you reached your peak, the pleasure washing over you as you pushed your head back against the pillow. Your thighs squeezed his hand as his fingers guided you gradually through the waves before your body collapsed, legs dropping to the side.  

V reached up and unclasped your wrists, holding them lightly and pressing his lips gently against the red marks left behind, before lowering them to the bed at your side.  

“Let me... let me tell you one thing.” You started breathlessly. “I-I won’t be forgetting that poem anytime soon.” You giggled, your body feeling giddy from the afterglow. “You’re an excellent tutor V.” He leaned on one elbow on his side, fingers tracing light patterns against your skin, eyes glancing over your body adoringly.  

“Oh the work was all yours my love. You have too much self-doubt.” You looked over to meet his gaze, a puzzled look on your face. He chuckled once more at your expression. “You already knew the poem, love. I merely helped you master it.”  

“W-wait... what?!” You stared at him as a lopsided smirk spread up his cheek.  

“You already knew the words love. You only believed that you didn’t. By the fifth time, you knew that you had recited it correctly, I only wished to instil that confidence in you.” Your mouth dropped open as the realisation hit you.

“You mean every time you told me it was wrong you were... lying?”

“Teasing is the word, love. If you wish for me to be honest...” Without warning V flipped you onto your stomach, pinning your hands once more above your head as he kneeled over your legs. He leaned his face down to yours, pressing his hips and hardened arousal against your rear, lips touching against your ear once more.

“... I was enjoying your impassioned recital so much, I wished for it to never end.”

V = Volume 

“Ahh, V. Mmmff.” V’s hand covered your mouth, muffling the sounds that you couldn’t hold back.  

Nero grumbled in his sleep from the futon at the other side of the room as V stopped moving his hips momentarily. The 3 of you had decided it would be best to rest at an abandoned hotel not far from where your most recent job was and wait until morning to rendezvous with Nico.  

You and V had been seeing each other secretly for a while now, but thought it would be best to keep it to yourselves for the time being until the current shitstorm has passed.

“Hush love. We don’t want to be getting caught now do we?” His words were whispered against your ear as he held your body still against his. You took a few deep breaths as you shook your head sheepishly.  

“It’s your fault.” You muttered quietly into his hand. He began to move his hips again suddenly, his pace slow to avoid causing too much movement, but the angle hitting into you perfectly. You could feel every inch of him as he slid in and out of you with smooth, deep thrusts.  

He was spooning you from behind, both of you on your sides as his hips hit against your ass with each thrust. His lips were against your ear, breathing heavily and whispering sweet nothings to you in between breaths.

“Oh you always take me so well, my sweet. It’s a shame you cannot let out your voice, it is not my desire to muffle your wonderful song.” You let out a gasp as he pushed his cock into you more harshly, the movement of his hips becoming stronger as your body moved slightly with each thrust.

His fingers slipped in between your lips as they opened causing a spark of arousal to shoot through you. V couldn’t hold back a groan a he held you tight, moving your body into his own to meet each thrust as you closed your lips around the digits in an attempt to hold the moans building in your throat as you approached your peak.  

He pulled out of you suddenly, removing his hand from your mouth and using it to pull on your hip.

“Turn over please love.” You were happy to oblige, flipping onto your other side. He lifted one of your legs, placing himself in between them as you wrapped your arms around his torso and your legs around his hips. Quickly, he seated himself back in you, shuffling to move closer before beginning his movements again.

From the new position, you were able to pull yourself to meet each of his thrusts, allowing for more movement as you quickly closed in on your peak again. With how much the sheets were shuffling over your bodies, if Nero woke up there’d be no mistaking what you were both getting up to, which just made it all the more thrilling to you.  

“V... I-I'm close.” Your breathing was ragged as you pressed your forehead against his.

“A-as am I love. P-please, your lips; or I fear I will w-wake him.” You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a heated kiss, mouths open and tongues pressed together. You moaned against his lips as his thrusts became quicker and more erratic, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

With a few more deep thrusts, V moaned into your mouth and tensed as he spilled his seed inside of you, the action being the last thing to push you over the edge as you clung to him, his arms around your shoulders tightening as you rode out your highs together, muffled moans being caught in each other's mouths.

You slowly pulled your lips away, grabbing a few heavy breaths, pressing your forehead to V’s as he did the same. Your bodies both stiffened as you heard shuffling from the futon, freezing in place as you waited for any sign he was awake.  

“Mmm not deadweight Dante, fuck you...” He muttered under his breath followed by light snores as you both sighed in relief before chuckling, running your hands through V’s hair, upset at the thought of having to de-tangle your bodies.  

He pulled out of you, leaving an empty sensation behind before pulling you closer and cradling you in his arms, lulling you to sleep with soft motions of his fingers against your skin and his quiet rhythmic breaths.

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Poem was “Ah, Sunflower” by William Blake :) Next part should be the last. 

Just FYI, I may be skipping the letter X because I am stumped for what to do with the prompt X-ray and I don;t know what else starts with X that I could write around.... =/

Thanks for reading!!

[pengychan]

[Coco] Mija

Title: Mija Summary: Héctor hadn’t expected to wind up in a cenote. He hadn’t expected his daughter to be there, either.  [Protagonist Swap AU.] Characters: Héctor Rivera, Coco Rivera Rating: K

A/N: This fic was written for @twinklecupcake -  it is based on their AU where little Coco visits the LotD, believing Ernesto to be the father she remembers so little of. They asked for something where Héctor realizes who the little girl he’s been hanging with really is, and here it is.  Hope you like it - and happy birthday!

***

I need to get out. I must get out. I must find Chica-- get her away from him-- tell everyone what he did-- cross the bridge--

Héctor’s thoughts are a jumbled mess of anger, desperation, and the sort of utter bewilderment that can only come with the sudden knowledge he’s been murdered, and by his best friend of all people. He doesn’t know how it’s possible, but he does know that this can’t be out it ends, at the bottom of a damp cenote, trapped forever with his little girl at the other side of the bridge. Trapped forever with his little girl on this side of the bridge.

The thought chills him to the marrow. It would mean losing the one hope he holds onto - that even of he can never cross over, one day her life will have run its course and he will see her again in the Land of the Dead. But if he stays trapped in there until he’s forgotten and turns to dust-- if he cannot find a way out-- then he will never see her again. He will never speak to her again. He will never hug her again.

He will never be able to tell her how sorry he is, how loved she was, how he tried to come home.

“No,” he chokes out, clawing at the ridiculously smooth wall of the cenote, trying to gain some traction-- trying to climb up. “No, no, no, no! Let me out of here! Ernesto! You can’t do this to me! Someone, anyone--”

“NO!”

The sudden shriek above him causes him to trail off and look up, alarmed. It is the voice of a terrified child, and one he’s learned to know well; horror wells in his ribcage at the realization.

It can’t be. Not his own daughter. What is he doing, why, how could he--

“No, no, no, no! Let me go! Please! Papá! PA--”

There are shadows above him, against the pale light making it into the cenote, and with one last shriek something is suddenly dropped, down down down into the water.

“Chica!”

Héctor is in the water the next moment, just as the little girl breaks the surface with a gasp and struggles to stay afloat. “Papá!” she calls out, looking up, and the despair in her voice cuts deep.

“I’ve got you,” Héctor gasps, putting an arm around her and helping her stay afloat. “I’ve got you, Chica, come--”

“Héctor,” she chokes out, and clings back to him. He can’t see tears, her face all wet, but he hears them in her voice. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry--”

“Hey, hey--”

“I should have listened to you! I should have listened to mamá and my tíos and Ceci and-- they told me, you all told me-- mamá tried to warn me and I ran away from her-- mamá loves me and he doesn’t and I said such mean things to her...!”

By the time they make it to solid ground, the little girl is a sobbing mess. How could she not? Finding out that her papà - the man she hardly remembered but whose faint, faint memory she’d so clung to for so long - was a murderer, a fraud, and willing to let her die to keep his secret… it would break anyone. “... We’ll get you to your mamá, yes?” he says gently, pulling her close. She’s shaking, but still so warm compared to him; her bones can be seen, but not felt. She is still alive, and does not belong here.

But she will, if she stays any longer.

He chases away the thought, trying to reassure her; she’s curling up against him, and he finds himself rocking her like he did to his Coco, only a few years and yet an eternity ago. Ay, how he misses her. “We’ll find a way out,” he promises, knowing there is none. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you, and give you her blessing to go home, and… and this will be like a bad dream.”

“But it isn’t,” Chica chokes out. “It’s all true. And-- he murdered you-- I’m so sorry--”

“It wasn’t you, nenita. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“He didn’t care. All those letters and he didn’t care,” she’s weeping quietly now, head resting against Héctor’s ribcage, where his heart would be. And something may very well be there, because oh, there is such a tightness in his chest cavity. “Chica--”

“We had a song-- he said it was for me, but then he shared it with everyone else… a-and it wasn’t even his song! He stole it!”

Remember Me. That backstabbing rat had sung her Coco’s song, of all songs, and meant precisely none of it. Anger rears up its head, and he opens his mouth to speak-- but she speaks first, and whatever he was about to mutter turns into ashes in his mouth.

“He said it was our secret song, that-- not even mamà knew it, and we could sing it together every night, no matter how far apa--”

“Qué??” His outburst causes the child to recoil, and pull back to look up at him, startled. Her eyes look so large for her little face, and for the first time-- no. No, it cannot be. This is all… this isn’t… it would be absurd. Ernesto had used his songs for fame, his death for a movie scene-- surely he wouldn’t hesitate to use his exact words, too.

But he never heard them, did he? No one ever did, except--

“... Coco?”

Those warm brown eyes grow larger, stunned. She looks up at him like he’s grown antlers.  “How… how did you guess my name?”

His Coco. For a moment, Héctor cannot speak. Something in his head is buzzing like a trapped moth; the greatest shock of his life or afterlife - his best friend murdering him - suddenly doesn’t seem all that shocking anymore. He reaches out, his hand moving almost on its own, to brush away some of the wet hair stuck on her cheek. Oh God, how could he not realize it sooner? The eyes, those cheekbones, the chin-- the tilt of her head so much like Imelda’s-- the fact Pepita was after her when they met… how could he be so blind?

“Héctor?” Coco whispers, anguish melted away into confusion… and something else, something that is balancing just on the brink of comprehension. She keeps staring, transfixed, as Héctor’s bony hand cups her cheek.

“... You got so big,” is all he can say. Suddenly he has no more words… but what he does have, what they do have, is a song. “Remember me, though I have to say goodbye, remember me…”

As the words come unbidden to his mouth and the melody fills the cave - the real melody, how it was always meant to be, not the shambles Ernesto turned it into - he can see his Coco’s eyes growing bigger, comprehension finally dawning in. And then-- then she sings, too, a small hand reaching up for his face, almost close enough to touch.

“Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be...”

“... Until you’re in my arms again…”

She remembered. She remembers, and suddenly her eyes are brimming with tears again, the way they would when she was little more than a baby and had a bad dream, when he and Imelda would come with a candle to comfort her.

“PAPÁ!”

Her shriek echoes throughout the cenote, her arms reach around him, and Héctor holds her close and tight, tighter than he ever held anyone in life or death. It is staggering, incomprehensible: after years of trying, it wasn’t him to cross the bridge. Coco did, and she found him. All along, for hours now, his little girl has been right by his side. In his arms again.

“Coco,” Héctor manages. “Mija...” he pulls back with what feels like the biggest effort he’s ever made, staring down at her. He cups her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I was trying to come home-- I kept trying, every year. I missed you so much. I love you so much.”

“I missed you too,” she chokes out. “A-and mamá-- she thinks you just left, and I thought-- I didn’t want to believe it, but I you never came--”

“I was trying, Coco, I was trying to come home. I’m so sorry, I should have never left.”

She sniffles, wiping her eyes. “H-he… de la Cruz… he killed you,” she whispers, and suddenly she’s glaring, features twisting in fury. “He took you from us!”

He did, and Héctor will probably be furious again soon enough, but right now all he can think is that he has his little girl again. Coco is with him, and everything is all right.

… Except that it isn’t. Coco is not meant to be there. Coco cannot stay there.

“You… you need to go home,” Héctor says, pulling back. She shakes her head.

“No! I need to tell mamá what really happened before I go back! And... I can’t leave you here! We must get out, a-and-- the photo, we have to get it back…!”

“I’ll be fine,” he lies. He has no idea if he’ll ever be able to get out of there at all, or if so when, and the thought of sending his little girl away from him now hurts, but he brushes all of that aside. “If you stay here, you’ll die. I can’t let it happen. I can-- God, I could have given you the blessing all along! You could have gone home-- I-- I’ll do it now!”

Her little face falls. “Papá…”

“Hush. Por favor,” he brushes the back of his hand against her cheek. It’s so small, so soft, so warm. Flesh and skin and blood-- it’s life, all hers to live. He makes an effort to smile, and reaches for her wet hair. “Go home for both of us, sí? Pass on my story. I… I'll find  way across, and you'll see me again one da--”

The flowers. The marigold flowers he’d woven in her hair before the talent show are gone.

No. Oh no. No, no, no.

Horror must have shown in his gaze, and Coco looks up at him in despair. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. Héctor shakes his head. He feels as though something had struck him.

“Th-they must have come loose when they threw you in,” he mutters, and stands, taking a few steps towards the water. “I’ll have a dive and find them, we only need a petal, they-- they must be somewhere in the wa--”

“I took them off.” Coco’s voice is so small, so regretful and frightened. “A-after we a-argued at the talent show-- I was so mad, I’m sorry, I took them all off and now--!”

“Coco…” Héctor kneels next to her, or maybe his legs give in, but it doesn’t matter. He takes her back in his arms, tight. “I’m the one who’s sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice-- I just-- all I could think was crossing the bridge…”

“To see me,” Coco sniffles, and he nods.

“Yes. Yes, mija, to see you.”

“I-- I’m sorry I lied to you. I really wanted to see my papà,” she mutters, holding him back. “... I have now. I’m so happy it’s you.”

It would make his non-existent heart swell, in any other moment, but not now and not here. Even as he smiles down at her, all he could think is how desperate their situation is: stuck at the bottom of a cenote, without anyone who’d help knowing it… and her time is running out.

It’s his fault, Héctor thinks, all his fault. How could he be such an idiot? So many details fit now that he knew the truth, how could he not realize earlier that he was looking at his own daughter? How could he be so blind not to recognize the most important thing in his world? He could have given her his blessing any moment, he could have sent her home any moment, and he had not.

Remember me, he’d asked of her, but he… he couldn’t even recognize her. His mind was stuck on the image of the small child he’d left behind, and now it’s too late. He messed up again, and in the worst possible way. He doomed her, he--

“We’ve got to look for a way out,” Coco speaks suddenly, and stands. She wiped her face and looked down at him, a scowl creasing her brow, looking so much like a general poised for battle.

So much like Imelda.

“We have to get your picture back so you can cross over! And we need to find mamá and tell her the truth,” she declares. “She thinks you left us and it’s not fair. And we’ve got to tell everyone what de la Cruz did! He murdered you and took your songs and he’s got to pay for what he did to our family!”

Yes. Definitely Imelda.

Pushing the dread - it is useless, there is no way out - out of his mind Héctor stands, and takes her hand. She’s right: they must find a way out, or at least try. He never gave up trying to cross the bridge and he won’t give up now, either. Not with his daughter’s life at stake.

“... Right,” he says, and makes an effort to smile. “Let’s find a way out of here, mija.”

Coco gives him a smile that contains all the beauty in the world, and Héctor is too mesmerized by it to hear, somewhere above them, the flapping of huge wings as something lands by the sinkhole. 

The roar, however, doesn't go unnoticed.

***

“--Grounded for your entire afterlife, do you hear me? Oh just you wait until you cross over again! Run off to de la Cruz’s mansion! What was that even about??”

Her mamá’s voice rises over the wind rushing against her face and over the powerful beats of Pepita’s wings, all anger and terror and relief and unshakeable love underneath it all. It makes her smile wider as he papá, holding onto Pepita’s tail, speaks up in her defense.

“It’s not her fault, Imelda! She thought Ernesto was her father!”

“SHE THOUGHT WHAT!” Something else enters her mamá’s voice - utter outrage - and Coco’s smile turns just a little sheepish. “If he were the last man on Earth, I wouldn’t-- how could...!”

“Well… you know, that photo, and the guitar…”

“YOU-- me, marry that cabrón! I have never been so insulted in my life and afterlife!”

“Sorry!”

“You better be, señorita!” Her mamá raves on a little more, but Coco can’t stop smiling. They’re not out of the woods yet, they still have a photo to recover and a murderer to kick very hard in the shins, and her mamá is still mad at her papá - but they can fix everything.

Her familia is together again and she believes, with all her heart, that all will be well.

***

[Here’s another thing I wrote based on this AU]

[intubatedangel]

Barista’s Bad Heart - part 10

Part 1: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183302348002/baristas-bad-heart-part-1

Other links at the bottom.

***

No body spoke in Resus 1, but it was far from silent. The refrigeration unit of the Temperature Management Vest filled the room with a baseline humming. On top of that, the high-pitched whine of the flatlined monitor screamed that the patient was still asystolic. Louder than those background noises was the occasional hiss as Kirstie, one of the nurses tending to the young woman on the table, squeezed the ambu-bag. The loudest sound came from on top of the table itself. A large blocky device stood over the patient, her wrists strapped to the side. A plunger sticking out the underside forced her chest down with a hiss and a click, beating down 100 times a minute.

 There was little other activity in the room. Two paramedics, Dave and Lucy, stood in the corner, flanking a young man, George who had ended up sitting on the floor, his head in his hands. Nearby, Zainab, a junior doctor who was only observing, kept herself out of the way but took in every detail. Roger and Jessica were stood by the crash cart. Roger was behind it, unobtrusive as he recorded every drug administered, every procedure tried and a minute-by-minute list of the patient’s vital signs. Jessica was ready to work the defibrillator at a moment’s notice.

 Sarah had the drug drawer of the crash cart laid out on a counter. She silently prepared another round of epi, ready to give it when ordered. The lead doctor, Carl, was stood across the bed from the crash cart, gaze on the monitor, ready to react as soon as something broke through the flatline. The last person standing in the room was Anna Swift, lead nurse, who stood at the foot of the bed, gripping the bottom rail of the trauma bed. She breathed slowly and deeply, paying off the oxygen debt from the near 7 minutes of chest compressions she had administered.

 Anna was the only one not watching the monitors. She was staring at the young woman who was laying lifeless on the table. Amelia Preston looked eerily similar to Anna, to the point the Anna couldn’t help but picture herself on that table, totally naked, wrapped in the special vest that cooled her body, ecg tabs and defib pads visible through the clear plastic. Her abdomen bulging rhythmically as the Lucas thumped her chest over and over.

 A chill ran down her spine, mostly dread at the thought of being in full cardiac arrest. But there was also a thin undercurrent of arousal. Having so many people working to bring her back from the brink of death. It was not the first time such thoughts had come to her mind. But it was by far the strongest occurrence. Her grip tightened on the rail as she forced the thoughts away, there would be time to explore them later, when a young woman’s life wasn’t in the balance.

 The wide door of Resus 1 swung open as Trish returned from the lab. “No drugs and her white cell count is normal so no infection.” She stated, her voice sounding loud from the lack of talking in the past two minutes.

 “So, we’re left with a purely cardiac diagnosis.” Carl said sighing. “I’ll chase them up personally. Anna, call the shots.” He said as he stalked towards the phone in the corner.

 Anna released the end rail, stepping around the bed to get a better view of the monitor. It still showed asystole. “Where are we on time?”

 “31 minutes.” Roger stated, not even having to read off the chart.

 “Sarah, go ahead with that Epi.” Anna watched her colleague push the drug into the central line. “Let’s give it a minute to circulate, then do a pulse check.”

 While everyone waited, watching the Lucas squeeze Amelia’s heart with mechanical precision, Anna glanced over at Carl. He was frowning. “Just put her on.” He growled through gritted teeth.

Anna’s attention was pulled back to the monitor as the whining alarm cut out, replaced by a rising and falling tone. The flatline had changed, waving slightly over and beneath the baseline. The peaks and throughs were random and unorganised. “That’s fine V-Fib. Jess.”

 “On it, charging to 360.”

 “Come on Amelia, time to come back.” Anna whispered as the charge indicator raced up the defib’s screen. She checked to make sure everyone was clear, Kirstie had let go of the amub, leaving it sat beside Amelia’s head, and had reached up to pause the Lucas. The defib indicator flashed. “All clear Jess.”

 “Shocking!”

 Amelia spasmed, her chest held in place by the plunger of the Lucas. Her legs twitched aggressively squeaking slightly as she rubbed against the inside of the plastic cooling vest. Her arms, strapped to the Lucas, shuddered as much they were able, her fingernails clicking against the hard shell of the Lucas.

 Anna watched the monitor for a moment, but the fine Vfib returned. She didn’t need to ask Kirstie to resume the Lucas, the nurse had already reached up and with the turn of a dial the device returned to pressing down on Amelia’s bruised and battered chest. “Get ready to shock again in one minute.” Anna told the team. She looked back over to Carl.

 He was quickly explaining the main points of the case. That they’d ruled out other factors, that she had been wearing a monitor and the resus team needed to read it. “She’s been down for 32 minutes, but pupil response is still present. Ok. See you in 5.” He sighed, hanging the phone back on the wall.

 “Charged to 360.” Jess stated from the defib. Anna nodded, as once again the Lucas was paused and everyone stepped back. “Shocking.”

 Amelia spasmed again, with the same squeak of plastic and clack of fingernails. Her head fell to the side, her open, sightless eyes staring right into Anna’s. Anna felt a sudden spike of discomfort that cast aside any erotic thoughts and shattered her focus. Amelia’s eyes were exactly the same colour as her own. Anna was momentarily trapped, staring into those chestnut lined pools. Then Amelia’s head began to shake gently, the Lucas had resumed its work.

 Anna tore her gaze away from her doppelganger, back to the monitor. It continued the same alarm, but it sounded strange, muffled. The fine VF had become even finer, the erratic movements of the line barely discernible. “Still no response.” She heard someone mutter, before realising it was herself.

 “Anna. You ok?” She turned her head slowly, to see Carl standing next to her, a hand on her shoulder that she couldn’t feel. “You with us?” He asked again, his concern clear in his voice.

 Anna realised she’d been holding her breath. She breathed out slowly, fighting to find her centre. It had never been this difficult before. She could feel her own heartbeat as she took a deep breath. There seemed to be a moment where her heart just stopped. But then her mind kicked back into gear. Everything sprang back into focus. With a shake of the head she dismissed the skipped beat as a figment of her imagination.

 “I’m fine. Sorry, I just spaced out a little.” The other nurses looked at her, also concerned.

 “I know she looks like you.” Carl said quietly. “You can step out if you want.”

 Anna shook her head. “I’m fine.” She repeated. “I’m focused.”

 Carl nodded, dropping the matter, then turned back to the resuscitation efforts. “Charge again, be ready to shock her on the minute.”

 Amelia jerked, her heart struck for the 10th time. And likely the last. The monitor began to whine as her heart stopped completely. Anna felt the sensation of defeat, and she could see it on the faces of the rest of the team. She hesitated for a moment, then reached up and restarted the Lucas.

 Two minutes passed with no response. The monitor showing nothing but the perfectly flat line despite the Epi that had been pushed in. The cardiologist arrived, a silver haired woman pushing towards her 60s. She apologised to Carl, then set up a laptop, connecting the pocket monitor. It took another minute to extract the data recording, and a further two for her to study the data. The whole time Amelia remained asystolic, her abdomen bulging as the Lucas slammed her ribs down.

 The cardiologist waved Carl over. “Long QT syndrome.” She told him, pointing to the distance between the small dip before the spike and the little bump after the main heart beat waveform on the screen. She scrolled it on. “Complicated by 1st degree AV block. Inciting incident induced Torsade de pointes.” She pointed at the sawtoothed V-tach and the way it became larger and smaller in a pattern, taking on the appearance of a twisted ribbon.

 She progressed through the recording, to the point where shocks were being delivered. “See the way the defibs barely even touch the rhythm. There’s not enough depolarisation.”

 “Would a dual-sequential shock do the trick?” Carl asked, looking at the girl on the table.

 “It’s possible, but…” The cardiologist sighed, glancing at the asystolic monitor then the clock. “It’s probably too late. Getting a shockable rhythm at this point....”

 Carl looked like he was about to argue, then sagged with defeat. He walked over to the table, looking at Anna, making sure that it wasn’t her lying lifeless before him.  He seemed to hesitate, that heroic, determined part of him wanting to make a final stand. To battle every inch for one last attempt. Anna knew what she had to do. She squeezed his shoulder gently as she passed him on the way to the head of the bed. She took out her penlight, softly opening Amelia’s eyes.

 She saw her own eyes again, but her focus held this time. She passed the light across the pupils. They remained wide, dark, unmoving pools, with a chestnut ring around the edge.

 “Pupils fixed and dilated.” She announced, watching as Carl almost visibly deflated. She was almost glad. She didn’t want to be cruel, but she’d seen what happened when he threw everything in. When it still didn’t work. It would crush him, leave him with a dark cloud over him for weeks. It was a mercy, in a way, to save him from that. But it meant declaring a young woman dead.

 “She’s been down for 45 minutes, no pupil response and no cardiac activity. Are we all agreed?” The rest of the room seemed to be averting their gazes from Amelia’s body, still shaking and shifting from the brutal compressions of the Lucas. Anna reached up and turned off the machine. Sarah did the same with the monitor, and Kirstie disconnected the ambu bag. For the first time in the best part of an hour, Amelia became still.

 “Time of death, 16:22.” Carl stated with a flat voice. He signed off on the clipboard.

 The team stood in silence for a few moments, processing the loss as Dave and Lucy escorted a weeping George from Resus 1. Then they carefully, gently, began to clean up the body of their young patient.

***

Part 2: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183345519857/baristas-bad-heart-part-2

Part 3: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183380872877/baristas-bad-heart-part-3

Part 4: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183471507287/barristas-bad-heart-part-4

Part 5: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183491865107/barristas-bad-heart-part-5

Part 6: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183594682567/barristas-bad-heart-part-6

Part 7: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183658697742/baristas-bad-heart-part-7

Part 8: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183678245687/baristas-bad-heart-part-8

Part 9: https://intubatedangel.tumblr.com/post/183733501567/baristas-bad-heart-part-9

[tawneybel]

I forgot that I had finished that Ravenna-disguised-as-William reader insert. After I post this, I’m going to proofread it again before uploading it to AO3 and Wattpad. Then I’ll put in the queue so it’ll get posted on Monday. Sorry about that. This weekend I’m planning on watching The Huntsman: Winter’s War. 

Life... Mostly good. I told myself I’d avoid the caffeine trap but in the mornings I’ve been drinking black tea. But the only coffee I drink is decaf. There’s not so much ice on the roads so I can go out with my friends now. 

Uh, I’ve had to read Edmund Spenser’s The Faerie Queene and even though it’s basically pro-Elizabethan propaganda, it’s really interesting. As much fun as literary analysis is, don’t study Renaissance literature unless you’re an English major. Just reading the first four chapters took about four hours. Early Modern English, yo.

Other media I’ve been consuming below. 

“After watching Overlord, I realize I might really love seeing men all bloodied and bruised and on the brink of de*th.” -anon from the old blog 

This movie was pretty great from the get go. The integration surprised me but I’m glad Boyce was the main character. He’s precious. That cinematography of Boyce falling in the parachute. The way it resembled a jellyfish when he was coming up for air out of the water. I had to rewind that. Sending that one Nazi back on his bike was explosively brilliant.  

I used to think that I didn’t like war movies, aside from Inglourious Basterds. I’m sensing a theme. Ooh, and there’s also a bit of body horror transformation with Chase.

Kim Possible was like my favorite childhood Disney Channel show. Live-action Drakken and Shego’s appearance gave me higher hopes than I should have had for a DCOM. Dementor’s design is kind of bland compared to his cartoon counterpart. I’d need to go back and watch the show but it seems like Kim relied on Wade too much. I was sad Rufus didn’t appear at first. Nana Possible was a nice touch. The one thing that really pissed me off was the whole soccer team thing. That was bullshit. XD

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I felt like Athena had the potential to be cool. It’s not the like the secret robot thing hasn’t been done before in a KP movie.

After watching The Purge: Election, I think it’s safe to say The Purge is one of my fave horror franchises. The message is loud and clear. Now I just gotta watch the prequel. Aaand do that Harmon James request. I still don’t trust people whose first and last names are both surnames. 

Those Russians were whatever the Americophile version of a weeaboo is. Laney is a badass. 

The 100: Holy sh!t, I love “The Red Queen”. Such a brutal episode. I watched it in the dark so it was really badass. Octavia! Hell hath no fury like a bl00dy woman. 

IMO, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 was better than the first. Uhhh... Mantis is my favorite character. I ship Nebula and Kraglin. 

Good Faeries, Bad Faeries by Brian Froud: I’ve had a weakness for fairy boys for a looong time. (Started in preschool with Cicely Mary Barker’s artwork.) Sadly, attractive n*des in Mr. Froud’s book tend to be ladies. Thanks for portraying my body type, though lol. Really flat b*tt in comparision to thick-ish thighs.

The Bad Section had more interesting designs. The Bully Bogey’s not bad looking. There’s also a love talker but the pic didn’t appeal too much to me.  

Like I said, I’ve only read the first four chapters of Spenser’s The Faerie Queene so far. If it wasn’t for the background information I’ve read on the poet and Elizabeth I, I would be lost. Also, SparkNotes and Shmoop. Plus I was listening to an audio recording while reading it. You don’t want to know the amount of notes I took for this poem. But it’s fun.  

There’s cool monsters and transformations. Error is a lamia-esque brood mom. A sprite turns into Una and tries to seduce her boyfriend, the Knight of Redcross. An enchanter disguises himself as an old man and then the knight. A witch disguises herself as a pretty lady in order to get boyfriends. She also transforms a couple into trees. And look:

“Much like, as when the beaten marinere,/That long hath wandred in the Ocean wide,/Ofte soust in swelling Tethys saltish teare;/ And long time having tand his tawney hide/With blustring breath of Heaven, that none can bide,/And scorching flames of fierce Orions hound ;/Soone as the port from far he has espide,/His chearfull whistle merily doth sound,/And Nereus crownes with cups;/his mates him pledg around.”

My name appears in the third canto. :D 

[mik0a]

What hurts the most is how during my episodes I don’t speak and barely do much cause I’m scared of what I’ll do or say but when I start getting better and start going out and trying to talk more my parents “don’t recognise me anymore” would you rather I was on the brink of de@th and hiding away ?

[baconwaffle2016]

[NNT Sin Week, Day 1: Meliodas] Firefly AU: “No Power in the ‘Verse”

So, it was basically a tie between the Hogwarts AU, something canon, and the Firefly AU. The Firefly AU won.

If you don’t know about Firefly or Serenity, just think cowboy/pirates in space. Who also intermingle Mandarin with their speech, because of backstory reasons. There’s a wiki out in the ‘verse somewhere, it won’t be hard to find.

Some glossary on the Mandarin phrases that are used here. Most are from the television show, one I picked up by looking up Chinese profanity on google. That being said, it is likely very inaccurate and I apologize in advance.

Ta ma de – basically, “damn it”

Go-se (or just go se) – “dog crap/shit”

baobei – “sweetheart”

goo yang – “motherless goats”

chi shi – “eat shit”

dong-ma – “understand,” usually in a question

And my favorite one, so far…

Cào nǐ zǔ zōng shí bā dài – “fuck your ancestors to the 18th century”

I hope you enjoy!

Meliodas was brought from his thoughts when a rag was put to his back, damp with cleaning alcohol, and he hissed as pain seared through him. It hadn’t been long since the last battle on-world, so the knife wound was still fresh and bloody, but he’d live. The bastard that done this to him didn’t though, heh—

He let out a groan he couldn’t bite back or muffle as the rag pressed into him again, agony fraying his nerves. He closed green eyes and sharply inhaled a breath, then hissed it out. When he opened his eyes again, he glared ahead.

“Ta ma de, woman,” he growled, his gaze shifting to nearly glare behind him. “You tryin’ finish the job?”

The hand holding the rag still rubbed at the wound, but at a lighter touch, hinting at apologetic. But still, she said, “Please, you’re fine. You’re just being a baby.”

“Are you always this charming with your patients, or am I just that gorram special?”

“You’re one of the few soldiers in this damn platoon who’s on my slab the most. If anything, I have to question how highly you regard me.”

Meliodas snorted, his mouth quirking into a smirk. He rolled the shoulder that wasn’t wounded, but still aching from atrophy, and then sat up straight from his previous cringing position. Raising a brow, he said wryly, “Maybe I wouldn’t have to see you like this if you let me visit you.” 

She sighed out a near laugh, sardonic but musical. She patted the knife wound again before removing the rag, and then rubbing in a salve to heal the damaged tissue. Then she took out a needle and thread, and began to gently suture the wound; she placed her free hand on his unwounded shoulder for leverage.

“This is where I work, Mel. It’s not exactly a place for a rendezvous,” she told him. 

Meliodas smiled and placed his hand over hers, his fingers gently stroking her skin. Her hands weren’t as smooth as they were a year and a half ago—these weren’t just hands that healed anymore, they’d learned to harm others too, with guns and knives and even by curling into fists that slammed into jaws like lightning cracking rock—but he still reveled in the softness that remained. He turned and tilted his head to lay kisses along the back of her hand. When he heard her soft intake of breath, hardly a gasp, he smirked and lingered his lips on her wrist bone. 

“We can meet in my tent,” he offered. 

“I-I, that’s, I mean,” she stammered before clearing her throat and saying, in a tone that carried the authority of a soldier, “Absolutely not!”

“It wouldn’t be any trouble, I can just kick Ban out.”

“Th-that’s not the point!”

“There’s also a pretty decent inn back in town. Roaches don’t even look that big—” 

“Oh, gorram it, Meliodas!” 

“—and maybe eat a meal that isn’t canned beans, for once,” he added with a dry chuckle, even as his stomach clenched in longing.

(Damn it, he just wanted this war to end already, and finally be free to live without the rutting Alliance holding him and everyone else down.) 

She sighed and nearly bit out, her Londinium accent beginning to bleed through, “Meliodas, I have to stitch this up properly so you can heal.” 

“Eh, you always do it shiny-like, no matter what.” 

She said nothing to that, instead seemed to focus on finishing the stitch. When at the end of the suture, she snapped the thread and tied it off. Then she let out a sigh that sounded satisfied and then dabbed the stitch with another salve to clot the wound. After a pause, Meliodas rolled his shoulders experimentally. The wound would smart for a few days, but it was more or less good as new.

He finally turned to look at her, to watch as she washed her hands in the sink. She was dressed in a loose purple button down with a brown leather vest clasped tight to her and a pair of beige pants that were pulled taut to her body in a way that made heat tingle up his spine. When she turned around to face him with those eyes, big and blue like the ocean but bright like a star, and that slight curve of her mouth—Meliodas won’t lie, it made his heart go a little wild. Someone like her had no right to look so shiny, not during a war like this.

No star in the ‘verse could shine as bright as her. 

As if she’d read his mind, pink rose to her cheeks, the blue in her eyes flaring self-consciously.  

“What?” she asked, then glanced down at herself. “What’s wrong?” 

Meliodas leaned back on his elbows, regarding her with a warm smile. “Nothing. Just thinking about what I’ll be doing after the war.” 

She scoffed, then while rolling her eyes, she placed her hands on her hips. Those same hips rolled to the side, cocking in a gesture that read irritation, but made Meliodas grin regardless.

“And what exactly will you be doing after the war?” was her question, her right brow giving a wry quirk.

Meliodas smirked and spun around to face her, legs hanging over the slab, and reached out to loop his index and middle fingers through the loops of her trousers and tug her to him. She kept frowning, even as the blush on her cheeks darkened to red, but stepped closer.

“I actually want to set up a bar somewhere on the outer planets. Maybe on Whitefall, or Persephone,” said Meliodas, while settling one hand on her waist and stroking his thumb against her hip. His smile towards her turned warm. “I was thinking maybe you could join me.”

She laughed, then placed her hands on his shoulders, drawing close enough to nearly brush her forehead against his. Her smile was wistful, as if in memory. 

“That does sound nice,” she said. Then she smirked. “But what would I do? Wait on customers in my scrubs?”

Meliodas cringed, mocked a gag. “Oh, ew. No way, that’s not nearly sexy enough. Nurse uniform or bust.” 

“I’m a trauma surgeon.”

“Ruttin’ good one too. But if you’re gonna be my waitress, you gotta wear somethin’ to show a bit of that skin—y’know, for tips.” 

“Yeah, because it’s not for your benefit or anything.”

“Absolutely not,” he claimed, already thinking of what hot number she’d look best in. “Customers’ needs gotta be met first.” 

“It’s nice to know that this future you picture of us has me retaining such dignity,” she replied flatly. 

Meliodas snickered and hugged her close enough for him to turn his head and leave kisses along her neck. She giggled but then tried to push him away.

“No, stop, I’m still mad at you, you piece of go-se!” 

“Yeah?” He smiled and trailed kisses up to her jaw, then around to her mouth. “What can I do to make you happy?” 

“How about not getting knifed in a fight with the Alliance?”

“Oh, haven’t you heard? War scars are the new tattoos, baobei.”

She let out a groan and tipped her head back. Then when she faced him again, despite her scowl, she grasped the sides of his neck and leaned in to kiss him. Her mouth was soft and moved over his in a way that implied everything but anger; he groaned and answered the kiss with his own, one hand moving to rest on her back while the other went to thread through her short hair (silver, like starlight). 

Before the kiss could deepen, she parted from him and looked at him with watery blue eyes—a vulnerability she rarely showed anymore, since she joined the Independents—and bit her lip. 

“Just promise me you’ll come out of Serenity Valley in one piece,” she said. 

Meliodas paused, unsure what to promise. In a war, even one on the brink of ending, the future was always uncertain. He didn’t want to open either of their hearts with pretty promises, only to pierce them with regrets. But he hated it when she felt unsure, when she felt scared. In the time since they’ve known each other, which many will argue had been short, he had grown incredibly in tune with her. Sometimes, when they were sharing a bed and whispering secrets beneath sheets, Meliodas swore even their hearts were in sync.

(Stupid. So fucking stupid…)

“I promise that I’ll do my best to, that we both leave here alive,” he decided. Then after a thought, he added, “And maybe Ban, because we could use a family pet.”

She snorted, then began giggling so hard her nose pinched cutely. Meliodas smiled back and closed his eyes. She had such a beautiful smile…

 …

 …

 …

 …

 There was a daze, a vision of black—blacker than the vast cold, some might argue—and with that came the sounds, that of gunfire, explosions, cries of pain, and yells to “Fall back, fall back, gorram it!” and of course, the sound of ships touching down. The sounds were muted, and with the darkness overwhelming his mind, it felt like he was drowning. But there was one sound, one voice that rang out clearer than the others—just like always. 

“…Mel.” 

He clenched his eyes tightly closed. No. 

“Mel? What’s going on…?” 

Please. 

“—Meliodas!” 

Just be quiet, for once, he prayed, even as his mouth opened to rasp, like a scripted line he’d long memorized, “…I’m so sorry, baobei. We lost.” 

“…Captain?” 

Meliodas woke with a gasp, his green eyes snapping wide open. He blinked, put his vision into focus, and he realized he had fallen asleep atop the kitchen table while using his folded arms as a makeshift pillow. His mouth tasted sour, his throat was dry, and his head throbbed in a way it hadn’t in a long, long time. Groaning, he ran his hands through his hair and grasped the side of his head. What happened last night?

A near snarling snore from across the table. Meliodas glanced to see Ban leaning back against a chair, empty bottle still in hand. Then, it all came back. 

(“To Unification Day!” Ban slurred, his grin bitter and eyes red from lack of sleep—neither he nor Meliodas ever slept well in the days leading to the end of the War—and his right hand (no longer flesh, but metal, because most of his arm had to be amputated to let him live) holding an amber bottle of a liquid that could probably shrivel the paint on the ship. “May those gorram goo yang chi shi for the rest of their days!”

Meliodas snickered, then held up his own bottle as he claimed, “To the Alliance, the biggest sons of bitches on this side of the ‘verse. Cào nǐ zǔ zōng shí bā dài!”

“Ooh, that was a good one, Cap~”

“I try.”

Sharing sardonic grins, they clinked their bottles together and drank to their defeat, their misery, and those they lost in the War. They continued to drink and talk into the night, probably keeping up many members of the crew but not really caring, emptying bottle after bottle—except one, which stood at the end of the table, in front of an empty chair.

That bottle was for—) 

“…Elizabeth.”

Meliodas snapped his head around to face the doorway into the dining room. There stood Elaine, her expression blank and her gaze clouded; the dress she was wearing was a loose sundress, likely something she borrowed from Diane, and on her feet was a pair of combat boots. She was a young woman of at least twenty-one, with wide caramel eyes and a baby face that made her look younger than she was, along with her petite form. He stared at her with wide green eyes.

“How do you know that name?” he asked, his voice cold and holding a danger he couldn’t hold back. No one should know that name, much less anyone on his crew; no one except Ban. “How—?”

“You were calling for her, all night,” said Elaine, her voice calm, almost in a daze. As his eyes narrowed, she lifted a hand to poke her head with her finger. “From in here.” 

Meliodas remained silent, except for the deep inhale and exhales he released to keep his calm. It’s not her fault, he reminded himself with clenched teeth. The Alliance did this to her.

It didn’t make him feel any less hurt though, which he hated. Once upon a time, her name brought joy and hope for a future; now, just hearing her name felt like shrapnel embedding into his chest. Like a war wound that flared up occasionally, a reminder of what had once been. And knowing what had happened to Elaine didn’t make her piercing stare any less unnerving. Meliodas quickly turned away and got up from his seat, walking around to where Ban was still sleeping.

“Don’t ever say that name again, dong-ma?” He ordered her. “And please, try not to read my mind. You won’t like all you find in there.”

Elaine kept staring. He didn’t turn to see her, but he could feel her stare. 

“Brother needs to see you on the bridge. He says that we got a wave from Gowther, who got some information from a client,” she said. “Says that we have a job.” 

“…Tell your brother I’ll be there in a bit. Thank you.” 

She stared at him some more, making Meliodas’ neck tingle with discomfort, despite knowing he shouldn’t feel this way.

(Go-se, though. What did those bastards do to her?) 

Meliodas wondered for a moment before shaking his head. That question wasn’t for him to ask, let alone investigate. She’s not his sister, after all; as captain, his responsibility over her only goes so far.  Honestly, if her brother wasn’t such a skilled pilot, Elaine and Harlequin probably would have been marooned on a dusty moon somewhere. Meliodas placed his hand on Ban’s good shoulder and shook him awake.

“What, what, what’s going on?” Ban cried out in a panic, his eyes for a moment in a furious daze, forgetting where he was. Then he blinked at Meliodas and calmed down, his shoulders slumping like he was holding the world. With an exhale, he leaned forward and threaded his metal hand through his hair. “Shit…probably shouldn’t have drunk so much.”

“C’mon,” Meliodas said, patting his shoulder again. “Gowther’s on the Cortex. He’s got news ‘bout a job.”

“Oh, awesome~” Ban giggled rather madly and rubbed his hands. “Money, money, money—”

“—Which you’ll be sharing a percentage of with the rest of the crew.”

“Aw, Cap’n!” 

“That’s how it is.”

“Fine,” Ban groaned and walked out of the kitchen/dining area.

Meliodas began to follow but paused when he passed the untouched bottle from the night before, the bottle that should have been hers. After some thought, he reached out and took the bottle. He stared at it for a moment before reaching for it and taking a swig, then another. Once the bottle was empty, he nearly slammed it back down on the table and went off to run his ship.

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8/04/2017 DAB Transcript

2 Chronicles 35:1-36:23 ~ 1 Corinthians 1:1-17 ~ Psalm 27:1-6 ~ Proverbs 20:20-21

Today is August 4th. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It’s great to be here with you today as we move forward with the next step in our adventure through the scriptures this year. We will be concluding Second Chronicles today and beginning First Corinthians in the New Testament. But first we’re reading from the Names of God bible this week. Second Chronicles chapter 35 verse 1 through 36 verse 23 today.

Ok, so, we have arrived at the doorstep of Paul's first epistle or his first letter to the church at Corinth, also known as first Corinthians. And Corinth was a was a pretty big hotspot. It was a city of trade and commerce. It was a destination place to go in the Roman Empire. It was the fourth largest city in the entire Roman Empire at the time of Paul's writing. And, so, being a trendy city, it had all of the things that go along with a trendy city, even today. It was a melting pot of spiritual ideas, idolatries, sexual exploration and immorality - all of the things to go with a large secularized society. And Paul writes this letter as a response to some of the things that he’s hearing that are going on in the church. So, its central theme is unity, church unity. And, so, that makes it no less poignant now that it was then. Paul talks about a lot of topics, from the way that we should behave toward one another, to the way husbands and wives should behave, to the way you should behave in church. And some the most quoted portions of the New Testament will be found in this letter, this first Letter to the Corinthians. Things like - through a glass darkly, or when I was a child I spoke as a child, and then, of course, the thirteenth chapter of first Corinthians, which has been known for a long time as the love chapter - beautiful, beautiful, beautiful work on what love is, what it looks like, and what it does. So, Paul’s first letter to the church at Corinth echoes through time all the way to us today. It’s like we just received it in the mail and we’re going to open this letter. And it has just as much meaning now as it did then. And, so, we begin. First Corinthians chapter 1 verses 1 through 17.

Prayer:

Father, we, like king David, share the same desire, that we can remain in Your presence all the days of our lives, that we might gaze upon Your beauty. And we realize that when this is the posture of our heart, when this is what we are seeking primarily - to be in your presence, to feel your presence wrap itself around us like a warm hug, to feel your intimate awareness of us, that You want to be in fellowship with us, in friendship with us, in collaboration with us, in union with us - we seek this. This is what we want. And, so, when we seek Your beauty and Your presence everything else in our lives is automatically put into its proper perspective and we realize that some of the things that have been so deeply consuming to us shouldn't even have a hold over us, perhaps shouldn't even be a part of our lives. So, Holy Spirit, we invite you to lead us deeper into Jesus, to lead us on the pathway that leads to life, the narrow path, deeper and deeper. And as the world recedes into its proper alignment, we ask You to reorder our lives so that we can consistently and continually, for all of the days of our lives, walk with You in Your presence, in Your will, following Your ways on the narrow path that leads to life, guided by Your word that illuminates our paths before us. This is our prayer. This is our desire. Come, Holy Spirit.  We pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayers and Praise Reports:

 Hi my DAB family. This is your sister Julie. My heart is full of gratitude for all of you and I love you. Brian, my brother, to God be the glory, the great things He has done through your family and your ministry. Thank you for making your faithfulness in making the word of God come to life for me again. This family has helped to resurrect my soul from a shipwrecked life. I felt the need to call and reach out to all my DAB family members who are silent and empty. I know that there are lots who call on a regular basis to encourage us and I’m very grateful to them. But to the silent loved ones, your situations and circumstances are not silent to God. I pray that the river of living waters wash over you and give you peace in the middle of the storm and may you have strength to look up into the face of our Father and know that you are dearly and wonderfully loved by your brothers and sisters in this family and you are a part of it. And I just want you to know that I love you and I think about you all every day because I’ve been a silent one too. And I’m reaching out to you and letting you know that you are prayed for every day. Even though we may not know your name, you are still our brothers and sisters in Christ. So, keep sneezing everyone. And I love you. Bye-bye.

Hi family. Drew from the bay area. Listen, I’m just calling in today because the Holy Spirit wants me to. I only have a second because I’m going to be late to work. But this call is for Asia and for David and for Rebecca and for Daniel J. Jr. and for Blind Tony and for sinners and for many that are struggling. The Holy Spirit wants you to know that He has you. Did Sarah doubt that she was going to have a child in the wilderness when she was an old lady? Yes, she did. Did Elijah doubt that God was going to protect him and take care of him when he was running away from Ahab and Jezebel? Yes, he did. Where is Elijah now? Did Jonah run away from God and did God take care of Jonah and bring him back? Yes, he did. Did God come through on all the promises that He made to Hannah? Yes, He did. Did he come through for Elizabeth? Yes, He did. Did he do all the things that he promised to? Yes, He did.  Yes, He will. He loves you. So, take your eyes off yourself and realize God's plans are bigger than all of us. But together we can have strength. And our lives are like a flower that just wilted this past spring and died. But the seeds that spring up the next year will even better than before, even more numerous. So, don’t doubt what God’s plans are. Just pray and worship Him. That’s all He wants from us. I love you family.

Yes. My name is Mark N. I live in Davie, FL. I’ve been a listener for about nine years. I would desire everybody’s prayers right now. I’m going through a lot and my family. My mother is in the hospice. I just got a call. She’s got 73 hours left. She’s going downhill quickly. So, please keep us in prayer. We’re losing my mother. There’s five of us. And I’ll be flying back home in the north. So, I would desire everybody’s prayer. Again my name is Mark N. Just pray for the N. family. And I thank you for your prayers.  

Hi. Brian, I wanted to say thank you so much for your readings, always, but especially Romans. I appreciate how you emphasize, slowly, things in Romans. And it’s just beautiful and so important for us to understand Jesus’ love through all of this with us. And these are the tenants of our faith being read to us. It’s so exciting. And I just wanted to also say hi Pastor Gene. I just love you. And I just think of you, not only as a prayer warrior but a warrior as a testament of Jesus Christ. You know, when you're dealing with all you're dealing with, with kids, and you’re on that brink of dealing with depression because it’s something that you just have and it’s a thorn in your side, like Paul. And you’re such…you’re strong through it all and you are so able to help other people through that. And I just so appreciate you. And I just want to give you a quick update on my daughter. She's healing well from the C-section. The baby is just amazing and beautiful, nursing well. And my daughter-in-law, she’s the one that lost the baby, she's doing well. She loves God and she understands His sovereignty. And Asia, I just want to say I am praying for you and praying for the God of comfort to bless and keep you. I'm running out of time, so I just want to say I love you all and praying for you all. We all have similar…while I pray for Asia…I know there’s other people with that exact same thing. So, I'm praying for you all, in Jesus’ name I pray all these things. Amen.

Hi family. This is Charles in Ohio. It’s been a while since I’ve called. I just...I was calling with both a prayer request and a praise report. My wife and I are still not together. She’s still with this other man. But today my wife and I were able to go together with our kids to the beach today. It was the first time we were able to spend time together without arguing since we separated. And while we were at the beach we found out that her father was found dead yesterday. And on the drive back from the beach, for me to take her to her grandmother’s house, God used me in the situation to minister to her and I feel that a good part of the drive was just Jesus speaking through me directly to her. But I just want to ask that everyone would keep her in prayer, that she’d be comforted in this difficult time, and also for our family as a whole, just that we would figure out some sort of new normal out of all this.