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raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka · 10 months ago

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My thoughts on Ep.5 - A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers, A rant (Spoilers Ahead!)

First of all, the chaos with what happened in the Arch was expected, but Annabeth seeing the Fates was not expected.

Annabeth insisting that Percy is alive, and went to find him near the water.

Percy casually greeting them hi. Like he wasn’t stung by the Chimera and fell off the St. Louis Arch. This will never be not funny.

Annabeth rushing to hug Percy and didn’t even care that he was soaked.

Me, internally: PERCABETH! PERCABETH! PERCABETH! 😍🎉

Percy just now realizing that a god could not have stolen the master bolt and might have been helped by someone. Grover and Annabeth looking at him like, seriously?

This convo:

Percy: Why are you being weird with me again? I thought we’re not doing that anymore.

Annabeth: I’m not being weird.

Percy: Yes, you are. You’ve been weird since we left the Arch.

Again, that’s their relationship.

Percy assuming it’s because of the hug. And Annabeth being like, No idiot I saw the Fates! Percy, honey, you’re the one being weird about it.

At this point, Imma give Grover some popcorn while he watches them argue.

Biker Ares casually asking 3 kids if they need help. Definitely not sus.

Percy, Annabeth, and Grover hiding behind the road barrier like, uh, no, we’re good. Idk, but that’s funny to me.

Ares snorting and saying they’re behind schedule and offering to help his little cousin.

Ares immediately recognizing Annabeth as Athena’s kid. Ares being like, Omfg she sounds just like my sister. That’s definitely her kid.

So a biker offering to help 3 minors in the middle of nowhere and offering them food. In other people’s perspective, that’s definitely sus.

Ares being a Twitter Troll is something I never knew I need.

Percy and Annabeth being so unimpressed with Ares was so funny. Like, so this is the god of war? Really?

Gabe painting Percy as a fugitive, and Percy being pissed about it. Not surprised.

Ares being pumped that there’s a war coming.

Percy and Annabeth fucking ready to fight Ares, and Grover’s just there like, let’s all calm down.

You left your sheild? Like, forgot it on a merry-go-round? Girl, you’re talking to a god.

Negotiating with Ares 101:

Ares: Okay, the satyr stays here while you two get my shield.

Percy and Annabeth: No!

Grover: Okay, sure.

Percy and Annabeth: wtf

The Waterland giving off steampunk/horror movie vibes is something I’m here for.

Percy making plans to take Annabeth to see a movie in the middle of their death quest just because she admitted to never having seen one is just so sweet. PERCABETH!😍

Annabeth being fascinated by Hephaestus’ engineering.

Grover’s therapy session with Ares to get more info is also something I never knew I needed.

The f*cking Thrill Ride O’ Love! IT’S HAPPENING!

Book fans rn:

Annabeth: Don’t you even try to tell me not to be weird about this.

Percy: I didn’t say anything.

Annabeth: I can feel you thinking it.

Oh, my babies. PERCABETH! 😍

Percy calling the Thrill Ride O’ Love a ghost ride is something I agree on.

The awkward silence while they ride the rowboat though, and then suddenly you hear, WHAT IS LOVE? BABY DON’T HURT ME... That shit cracked me up.

The light projections in the tunnel telling Hephaestus’ story.

The ride turning into a horror boat ride to a whitewater rafting ride was so unexpected. I’d pay to see that kind of boat ride rather than an actual tunnel-of-love ride.

Them having to jump and Percy unknowingly pulling Annabeth to safety with his water superpowers. He’s a waterbender and he doesn’t know it. LOL

Ares, the literal god of war, just ranting off to a random satyr he found in the middle of nowhere about his overachiever sister and her feathered pet will never be not funny.

Annabeth not hesitating to sit on the chair, and Percy stopping her.

SEAWEED BRAIN! SEAWEED BRAIN! SEAWEED BRAIN! SHE SAID THE THING! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Book fans:

[Spoiler] To non-book-readers, that's her nickname for him.

Percabeth arguing about a life/death decision. This is their relationship.

Percy giving Annabeth Riptide. He trusts her. Aww. 😍

Percy having to sit on the chair, while Annabeth gets the shield.

Annabeth nearly backing out at the last second, while Percy assures her that he’s okay while trying not to cry.

Annabeth ignoring the shield then immediately and desperately tries to free Percy.

Annabeth bargaining with Hephaestus. Maybe, I was that way once, but I don’t wanna be that way anymore. I won’t be like all of you.

Hephaestus releasing Percy was definitely his way of saying, Girl, same. You’re a good kid. Imma make sure you’re Mom knows that.

THIS PIC! THIS IS HISTORICAL RIGHT HERE! GO BACK TO THIS POST AFTER THIS SHOW HAS SEVERAL SEASONS AND MOUNT ST. HELENS ERUPTS. *wink-wink

Percy and Annabeth going back to the diner with the shield casually, and then like, we got your shield, now where tf is our ride?

Ares’ ride: The Kindness Internation truck a.k.a. illegal animals smuggling van.

Thank you for the emotional abuse and the cheeseburgers and the ride! ~ Grover Underwood. Iconic!

Grover telling Percy and Annabeth about his therapy session with Ares: I know who stole the master bolt!

Of course, it’s a cliffhanger. But nothing will beat the HoO:MoA one.

Bruh, the amount of Percabeth content in this episode is just *chef’s kiss*. It’s all coming together. I can’t even fathom how much of an emotional rollercoaster I was watching this episode. It just keeps getting better and better! 😍

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ultrajtb · 2 months ago

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Another day another arc

So after reverse is separated and the 3 steves are put into stasis so they can rest, Sabre and rainbow begin interacting with each of the 3 individually. They quickly notice that the blue Steve appears sick, his color being duller and his energy low.

They decide to use some lapis to boost the blue Steve’s energy and hopefully push out anything unnatural in his body. The process was effectively a purge of anything not naturally part of the Blue Steve. They figured whatever they were removing would be harmless, but as it turned out, they’d freed the second Dark Steve

(Quick design explanation, same stuff as the original dark but I felt full red eyes looked better than just red pupils)

So the new Dark Steve is free and escapes. Weeks pass with him attempting attacks, even at one point taking control of the three steves who were part of reverse. It became clear that whatever connection they had while all merged into reverse was not fully broken when they were split.

Before Dark could do any more with his puppets, a white blur flies into him, punching him out of the sky and breaking Dark’s control. As things come back into focus, a now healed and enhanced Light Steve is revealed

(I changed his design a bit to match Dark because I like the two of them being mirrors of one another. As for why his eyes glow, I’m just gonna say he’s soaked up a lot of energy from the rainbow tree of life and that’s why his eyes are glowing blue now.)

Realizing he’s outnumbered and outmatched, Dark flees, formulating a new plan.

A few days later, Dark is spotted again, but he quickly disappears. The trio frantically search for him before a realization hits them. They left the rainbow stone vault unguarded. They rush to it only to find they’re too late. Half the chests have been emptied of the super condensed rainbow stone supply, and dark is gone.

They track Dark down to a base in a swamp where he’s already just about completed a machine to infuse the stolen rainbow stone into himself. They can only watch in horror as Dark gets into the machine and flips the lever, the rainbow stone all instantly being infused into Dark. A new Chaos Steve is born

(I wanted to stick with the opposite half thing I did with the original. This one gets to have a reverse steve half because he was a part of reverse.)

So a newer, stronger chaos steve was created. The trio, terrified of what’s happened, go back to the rainbow town and attempt to set up defenses. They soon realize that whatever they do will likely be in vain though. Chaos, like rainbow, would only be enhanced by simply being in the town. And any defenses that even had a chance of helping would only serve to weaken their own side as well. With no options left, they opt to recreate Ultra Steve. They set up a new machine, one that’ll more slowly but more thoroughly infuse rainbow stone into light. With the process complete, Ultra Steve is reborn

(Basically the same as my previous explanations for Light, Ultra, and the New Chaos Steve)

Ultra and Chaos would have their fight, but Chaos, having absorbed a substantially larger amount of rainbow stone compared to Ultra Steve, was able to overpower him.

Luckily, due to how poorly the infusion was done, Chaos burns through his energy much faster, meaning he gets tired much more easily despite his immense strength, so he is forced to retreat.

Sabre and Rainbow follow him, finding that he’s trying to revitalize himself with more stolen rainbow stone. (Idk I like the idea that Chaos 2.0 is basically addicted to it because of how much he absorbed in such a short amount of time)

Sabre sneaks behind it, disconnecting the rainbow stone from the machine and rewiring the lock in mechanism to keep Chaos trapped. The plan works and Chaos is locked into his own machine.

With that they get to work on making an add-on to the machine so they can remove and safely disperse the energy of the absorbed rainbow stone out of Chaos.

So Chaos is reduced to Dark Steve once more and Rainbow swiftly destroys him before he can cause any more trouble. The two return to the rainbow town and do the same process as before to turn Ultra Steve back into light.

I have a headache 🥲 all done for today.

Lmk what you guys think, have a good day/night

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blooming-violets · 2 years ago

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OMG congrats on 1k followers! love the bingo writing game you came up with.

I would like to request the angstiest angst with the car accident prompt from the hurt/comfort card 🥳

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Car Accident

[tasm!peter x reader]

A/N: I am not a paramedic or a doctor. Don’t take anything I write in here about spinal injuries/car accident trauma seriously lol idk what I’m talking about i’m making shit up as i go

TW: it’s a car accident so there’s serious injuries and mentions of blood and death

“Hey, Pete, there’s some chaos going on in the subway station outside my work. I’m watching from my window. Do you know what’s going on?”

Peter swung through the city with one hand while his other held his phone clutched to his ear, “I’m on my way there now. Heard about it on the scanner. A train derailed. No clue how bad it is or if anyone is hurt but I’m going to find out.”

It was pouring rain and he was having trouble focusing with his soaking wet mask glued to his face. Twice he had almost slammed face first into the side of a building because he wasn’t paying attention. “Baby, I gotta go. I need both hands for this. You’re distracting me. Take a taxi home today. Too wet to walk that far.”

He hung up the phone without saying goodbye or letting her get in another word. It wasn’t his intention to be that blunt or brush her off but he was in a hurry. There was too much rain and his mind was already in fifty different places at once. He knew she was just curious and worried something was wrong but he didn’t need her as an added distraction. Peter turned his focus to the task at hand and swung himself in the direction of the derailed train.

He could see a handful of ambulances outside of the station. The crowd of people were being backed up and placed behind police barriers. As he swung overhead, he could sense her down there. He could always sense her in a crowd. She was the first person his eyes were always drawn to. She was standing on the edge of the street, a little ways from the crowd, in her bright yellow rain jacket. It was the one he bought her for birthday this year. Every time she wore it, she would joke that all she needed was a red balloon and a paper boat to finish the look. The hood was pulled over her head to keep the rain off her and she was about to step into a taxi. It was like she could sense him too because she turned her head just as she was getting inside and her eyes lifted to the sky to lock onto him.

Peter felt his heart lurch with love when she looked his way. Even after all these years, he still got butterflies when he caught her looking at him. He raised his hand to give her a quick wave as he swung overhead. He didn’t have any time to wait for a reply before he turned his attention back to the crowd. By the time he dropped down into the police barrier, she had already gone.

The derailment wasn’t as bad as it could have been. It could have been devastating but, luckily for everyone involved, the worst case of injury was a dislocated shoulder. There were minor cuts and bruises from people falling over but nothing too serious. The train was already slowing to a stop when it went off the tracks. The biggest challenge was getting everyone out and doing crowd control. Peter chose to spend around a half hour helping out before he decided to bail. He only caused more excitement when people saw Spider-Man walking by and would get the crowds all riled up again. He was more of a hindrance than a help at this point. It wasn’t like they needed him to move any train cars out of the way or break open any doors.

He waved goodbye to the cops helping out and jogged up the stairs. The rain was still coming down hard and the sky was dark and overcast. He was already planning on swinging by to pick up some flowers and dinner for his girlfriend. He got the impression he might have offended her earlier on the phone and he wanted to make it right. His mind was elsewhere when he picked up passing chatter from one of the ambulances still waiting at the scene.

“Base to Unit 8. You’re responding to a two vehicle accident. Three victims involved. One confirmed fatal, 73 year old male. Two incapacitating injuries, a 52 year old male, conscious but not alert, and a 27 year old female, unresponsive. Female currently trapped inside car. Need all available units to the scene.”

Peter’s ears perked up at the unresponsive 27 year old female. His stomach dropped and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It was her. He didn’t need to be told. He knew. Just like he knew when there was danger around the corner, he knew they were talking about his girlfriend.

As the ambulance roared to life, lights flashing and sirens wailing, Peter jumped onto the roof. He crouched down low and stuck on while the car carried him straight to the scene of the accident. His mind was reeling. He tuned his hearing to selectively block out the sounds of the vehicle and listen to the paramedics talking inside.

A male and a female were speaking. The man was driving and the woman was reading something from the computer installed to the dash to get more information as it was coming in.

“Alright, it looks like we have a collision between a white van and a taxi. Taxi driver was doa. Unresponsive female was his passenger in the back. The 52 year old male was driving the van. Heavy smell of alcohol on him. He’s just been picked up and is being brought in as we speak.” She read off the text she was receiving to the driver and then paused. “Oh, shit. The van is currently on top of the taxi. That’s why they can’t get her out. They’re calling in the fire department to bring the jaws of life to pry her out now.”

The man driving the ambulance let out a low whistle, “Damn. Terrible timing too. Everyone’s attention is at the derailment. We’re going to be lacking people.”

“Yeah, you better step on it.”

As the car attempted to weave in and out of the city traffic, Peter’s heart started beating faster. She was trapped. They were going too slow. Despite wailing on the horn, cars hardly inched out of the way for them. It was one of the curses of living in the city during rush hour. Add the pouring rain, terrible visibility, and a subway derailment and suddenly no one remembers how to drive. This wasn’t going to work. They weren’t going to make it in time. He had to do something.

Peter leaned over the roof to the passenger window and knocked on the glass. The woman looked over, let out a scream of surprise, but quickly collected herself and rolled down the window.

“Spider-Man, what are yo-”

“Unbuckle your seatbelt, I’m going to pull you out, and bring you to the scene. I can get you there faster. Your friend can keep bringing the ambulance but I need you there now!” His words were panicked and came out slightly slurred from talking too fast.

She tried to shake her head, to reason with him, but there was no reasoning with him now. His girlfriend needed his help and he wasn’t going to show up empty handed. He would bring the paramedic straight to her. He didn’t have time to argue. Peter crawled halfway in the window and unbuckled her seatbelt for her.

“Hey, wait!” The driver kept his eyes on the road, still weaving through traffic, and tried to reach for his partner but Peter swatted his hand away.

“Just drive the fucking ambulance to her! That’s your job! We’ll meet you there. I’m not going to hurt her. I need her. She’ll be safe.” He grabbed the woman by the front of the shirt and pulled her out the open window.

She clung to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist as he shot them both into the air.

“What’s your name?” He called out to her while he flew as fast as he could towards the accident. He didn’t even need to be told where it was. His body just led him in that direction.

“Uhm,” She tried to catch her breath. He could imagine this was a bit of a shock to her but he didn’t have much time to mull over his decisions. Her hair became soaked to her scalp and she hid her face away from the pelting rain into his neck. “Tiana! Was this really necessary?”

“Listen, Tiana, I’m going to cut to the chase. That 27 year old female trapped in the taxi is the love of my life. I’m going to get her out of that car and you’re going to make sure she lives. Hopefully your partner shows up in time to bring her to the hospital. If not, I’m bringing her there myself, got it? Your job is to make sure she stays stable until I can get her there.” He saw the accident below them and his heart dropped. “Jesus christ,” he whispered under his breath and dropped down.

He landed directly next to the two cars, placing Tiana on her feet. The white van was entirely on the roof of the taxi. The front of the roof had been crushed down completely and Peter could see blood splatters in the broken windshield. An older man with half his head caved in was slumped against the steering wheel. The back part of the roof was crushed as well but not as badly. There was a perfect pocket where she had chosen to sit that held just enough room for a body to be saved from being completely mangled. Already on scene were two cops and a firetruck. The firemen were just getting out of the truck as Peter landed. They all looked surprised to see Tiana show up being carried by Spider-Man but there were more pressing issues to deal with than to ask questions.

Peter ran around to the edge of the taxi and knelt down. Under the collapsed side window, through the shattered glass, he could see a glimpse of his girlfriend. He could only see a part of her but he knew. There was no doubt it was her. The yellow raincoat stuck out against the dark interior. Her hand was covered in blood and lay limp against the seat. He couldn’t see anything above her shoulders from this angle.

He called out her name and watched as her fingers gave a little twitch in response. That was all he needed. She was alive. Peter started to force himself through the small hole in the broken glass window to crawl in to get her when the van above them shifted. The sound of grinding metal on the roof filled his ears.

“Stop! It’s not stable!” One of the officers shouted. “We have to get the van off first before we can extract her. If you move the taxi too much, it might shift the weight, and completely crush her. We have people on their way right now who will help.”

Peter slid back out and shook his head, “I’m not waiting for anyone.”

He climbed up the side of the taxi and, in a grand feat of strength, threw the van off like it weighed nothing. The van flew through the air and came to a rolling stop against the side of a building. Peter didn’t care what it hit. He didn’t even check if there was anyone still inside. He just needed to eliminate all the threats around her.

He ignored the commotion of people behind him. One of the firefighters was trying to say something to him but Peter didn't hear a word of it. They were trying to stop him. They had protocols to follow, ways they had to do stuff, but he didn’t give a shit. He was stronger than all of these men combined into one. He could rip their tools in half with his bare hands. They were nothing compared to him. He would rip this car apart himself if it meant getting her out safely.

And he did.

Not waiting for the jaws of life or the help of anyone, Peter pulled chunks of metal from the taxi and haphazardly tossed them over his shoulder out of the way. He tore off half the roof until there was a big enough hole for him to lower into. Every time someone came close to him to try and restrain him, he would slam his fist into their chest and shove them away. This was his job. He wouldn’t stop until she was in his arms. His eyes focused in on that yellow raincoat until it was all he could see. He just needed to get to it. Once he got to her everything would be okay. Nobody would get in his way.

Peter jumped down through the hole in the roof onto the back seat and crouched down. It was a tight fit but he was in. She was breathing. Soft, quiet breaths. Her eyes were closed. A deep laceration ran into her skull along her hairline and jutted off in a jagged line down beside her left eye. She was covered in blood. He could tell her arm was broken from the way it hung at an unnatural angle. Her hood was still on her head and his eyes filled with tears. She looked so much smaller in here than he remembered. He forced himself to get his shit together. He couldn’t lose it now. He had a job to do.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. I’m going to get you out. You’re alright. You’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

He ripped through her seatbelt and she slumped against his chest. He ran a shaky, gloved hand across her face and wrapped his arms around her in a hug to hold her tightly to him. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore. His brain felt fuzzy and his limbs felt numb. All he wanted was to get her out of this car.

“Be careful of her head!” Tiana called from directly outside. She was trying to watch everything through the shattered glass. “Don’t move her around too much. If she’s broken her spine or has a neck injury, you could paralyze her. I don’t think it’s safe to bring her back out through the roof. Can you kick out the door from where you are? If you can get the door open, I’ll help walk you through on how to get her out.”

She seemed to be the only one willing to actually help him right now so he listened. Peter looked over his shoulder, careful not to jostle his girlfriend, and called out, “Move away from the door!”

He shuffled his body around so he could aim his foot directly at the door and gave a hard kick. The chunk of twisted metal flew off the hinges fifty feet into the air and landed with a crash.

Tiana reappeared in the freshly made gap, “Good. I would feel a lot more comfortable taking her out on a spinal board but something tells me you aren’t going to wait for my partner to arrive.”

Peter shook his head, he was starting to panic, he could feel it rising and closing off his throat, “I can’t. I have to get her out. I have to-”

“I know,” she interrupted. Her voice softened so only he could hear, “I know. I understand. It’s okay. We’re going to get her out. Trust me. Can you tell me what your name is?”

Peter took a deep breath to steady his nerves and whispered back, “Peter.”

“Okay, Peter. You’re doing really good so far. Is there enough room to lay her down on the back seat?”

He looked around. The roof had entirely crushed in the other half of the seat. He thanked the fates she had chosen to sit on this side and not the other. “No. We can’t really move very much. It’s too tight in here.”

“That’s okay. I need you to hold her head up in a straight line so her spine is aligned. Don’t let her flop around. Then very, very slowly I want you to back out of the car. If this was anyone else, I would make them wait, but I just watched you throw a van like it was nothing. I trust that you’re strong enough to maneuver the two of you out of the car while keeping her head perfectly steady. Are you ready, Peter? I’m going to keep my hand on your back and help guide you out.”

“Yeah…yeah. I’m ready.” He felt her place her hand on the small of his back and one around his hips for support while he scooted backwards.

Slowly, he pulled the two of them back out of the car. Tiana helped guide him to place his girlfriend on the ground. She ordered him to stay at her head, keeping his hands on either side, and to keep her still while she worked. He watched her while she pulled the stethoscope from around her neck and got to work looking her over.

“What are you doing now?” He asked her.

“A rapid trauma assessment for any life threatening injuries. Was she conscious or say anything while you were in there?”

Peter chewed on his bottom lip. He wished he could take his mask so he could see better. The wet fabric wasn’t helping him breathe any easier. “No. She was passed out. Her fingers moved when I called her name though. That was it.” In the distance he could finally hear the sound of the ambulance as it neared closer. “Is she going to be okay?”

Tiana kept her focus on her patient while she answered, “I don’t see any initial signs of internal bleeding. Besides her arm, no bones seem obviously out of place. The worst visible injury is the one to her head. That’s going to need surgery. She’ll need testing to see if her spine has been injured. In the meantime, we air on the side of caution, and treat her as if it is. The doctor’s at the hospital will be able better assess the damage to her head. Serious head trauma is no joke and, from the looks of things, she got hit hard. They’ll run tests on her brain to see if there’s any damage. Right now, her pulse is weak but steady and she’s in stable enough condition to move her into the ambulance once my partner arrives.” She stood up to look around for any other victims of the crash. “Keep your hands on either side of her head. Don’t move her until I say. You’re doing really good, Peter. Keep it up. I’ll be back in a second. I have to make sure no one else needs my help.”

He watched her jog over to the officers to ask a few questions. Peter turned his attention back to his girlfriend. The rain was pooling on her face and washing away the blood. He leaned his body over her face the best he could, without moving his hands from her head, to keep the water off of her. Her lips were parted and bruised. She took tiny, little breaths and he could hear a slight wheeze with each one. He tried not to focus on the fact that he could see a part of her skull where her skin was deeply torn open. As the ambulance finally pulled up, Peter steadied himself. He needed to be strong right now. He couldn’t fall apart.

Aunt May was working tonight. She would be in the trauma center. She would be there when they arrived. She would immediately recognize his girlfriend but not him. Spider-Man was a stranger to her. Peter’s lip trembled. He wanted someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. He pushed away the memories of Gwen. Years ago he had been in such a similar circumstance. He’d already done this once before. He’d already held his girlfriend while she died in his arms. He couldn’t do that again. He couldn’t stand at another dead lover's grave.

“Don’t you die on me,” he whispered down to her. “Don’t you dare die. You fight and you stay alive. You hear me? Stay alive.”

Tiana placed her hand on his shoulders and bent down beside him, “This is my partner, Steve. We’re going to place her onto the spinal board and bring her to the hospital. You’re welcome to ride with us, Spidey.” It wasn’t lost on him that she switched his name now that there were other people present. “Let’s do this quickly to get out of the rain and get her inside.”

Steve placed the board on the ground beside her body. With the help of a few officers, they managed to carefully roll her onto the board and into the car. He got back in the front and started up the sirens. Tiana began hooking her up to machines as they started moving. Peter took a seat off on the side and finally pulled off his mask. He held it tenderly in his hands while he watched on in hollow silence.

Tiana chose not to mention his lack of mask when she glanced back at him, “She’s a strong girl. We got to her in time. I have faith that she’ll be okay. She’s lucky to have someone like you. Not many people would be able to rip apart a car to get to someone they love, no matter how badly they wished they could.”

Peter gave a deep sigh. It was hard to make any words come out. Everything felt numb. He just wanted to get to the hospital. He wanted to see May. He wanted his girlfriend to be okay. He wanted to start over the day and do it differently. Why had he been so rude to her on the phone? She was just worried about what was going on outside her work. All she had wanted was to be reassured that things were okay. She wanted to be told she was safe.

He told her to get in the taxi. He should have told her to wait a little longer at work and they could go home together. Now she was fighting for her life and all he could do was stare silently at her. Incapable of giving her what she needed.

A flurry of beeping erupted in the back of the ambulance. Peter’s head shot up and he stood up in a panic.

Tiana ran to her side, her voice was filled with worry, “She’s crashing! Drive a little faster, Steve!”

The car lurched forward as they sped up. He was forced to helplessly watch while she started doing chest compressions. His eyes scanned over the monitors. He had on idea what they were saying but the noises they were making didn’t sound good.

“What’s happening?” He shouted to her.

She didn’t reply. She was counting her compressions under her breath while she performed CPR.

“How much further to the hospital?” He shouted up to Steve.

“Two minutes!” He shouted back. “I just radioed them. They have a team on standby ready to grab us the second we pull up.”

It was the longest two minutes of his life. He had half a brain cell left to remember to tug his mask back over his head as the doors burst open. He was shoved out of the way as a team of people rushed to lower her out of the back. Peter followed behind them helplessly. There was nothing for him to do. No one for him to save. She was in their hands now. He was useless.

He trailed into the hospital behind them and watched as they took her away from him. He felt his heart disappear with her.

“Oh, poor thing.”

He heard May’s voice from across the room. She had caught sight of the group rushing past. There were too many people surrounding the bed for her to get a good look at who was on it. She wasn’t a part of the team assigned to her. She was in her green scrubs and standing by a desk with a file in her hands. Her eyes followed the group of people as they wheeled his girlfriend away and she placed a hand over her heart.

“I hope they’re alright. I hate when we get car crash victims. Breaks my heart every time.” She smiled at the woman behind the desk and handed her the file.

It took everything in him not to run over to her and beg for her comfort. She didn’t know him. Not like this. But just seeing her here was enough to bring him to his knees and break him down. She was his safe person and the sound of her voice alone could tear down his walls. Peter sank to the floor as the quiet sobs started and he gripped at his head like he was trying to pull at his hair through the wet mask. He couldn’t do this. If she didn’t make it…

He wasn’t strong enough.

May took notice of the suited up hero hiding to the side of the room. She quietly walked over, not wanting to draw attention to him, and bent down in front of him. She placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered. “Did you know the person who just came in?”

Fresh sobs bubbled out of him but he shook his head no. She couldn’t know. Lying to her about not knowing his own girlfriend only twisted the knife already plunged into his heart.

“Were you there on the scene?” She asked. “Did you help bring them in?”

He silently nodded and she gave him a soft smile.

“I don’t know what you saw out there, or how bad it was, but I know it’s always traumatic anytime someone’s life is put in your hands.” May rubbed her hands up his arms. “I’m going on my break now. Why don’t we go sit out of the way for a minute? I know a quiet place.”

Peter let her help him off the ground and lead him to a darker corner behind a curtain. He collapsed into a seat and held his face in his hands as he cried. May wrapped her arm around his shoulder and pulled him against her side. She had comforted him like this so many times before in the past. He wanted to pull off his mask. He wanted to tell her that it was his girlfriend they brought in. That she was in trouble. That he was hurting so badly for her. He wanted her to know everything.

But he couldn’t.

He let her hold him, humming sweet and soothing melodies in his ear, while he broke down. He couldn’t speak because she’d know his voice. He was almost certain she’d recognize the sound of his sobs too. It wasn't like she was unfamiliar with the sounds of his breakdowns. But he held onto the hope that it was too outlandish of an idea for her to even put two and two together.

“I can’t even imagine how hard it is to be a hero like you,” she whispered to him. “You must hold so much weight on your shoulders. No one is meant to do that alone, sweetie. It’s okay to lose it from time to time. I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.” She pressed a quick, motherly kiss to the side of his mask. “Would you like me to go check on the person they brought in? I’ll let you know how they’re doing.”

Peter nodded. He knew the second she went to find out, she would see who it was in the accident. She’d start to panic that Peter had been in the accident too. The very first thing she would do would be to try and call his cell. He couldn’t be here for that. He had to change. He had to get out of this stupid suit. He didn’t want to be Spider-Man. He just wanted to be Peter Parker and be by his girlfriend’s side.

May stood up, “I’ll be right back. You hang in there, honey. I’m sure you did great today. I’m so proud of you.”

Peter put his fingers to his chin and signed “thank you” with his hand. It was the most he could give her for her kindness without speaking.

By the time she turned her back on him to collect the information, he had already slipped out the door and was running back out into the rainy evening.

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stealingyourbones · 2 years ago

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*hands you an emu skull* an idea

Small au? Promt? Idk, but brain dead + Dami at rich kid summer camp. The absolute chaos these three would rain down soon the camp, especially if Danny couldn't have his legal name changed yet and so he was forced to be in a girls cabin.

Some things I have worked out already are that the Waynes are important enough to give the boys private 'cabins' that are made for two people normally so Danny would probably be invited by Tim to bunk with him.

After a week or so Danny is probably head over heals for Tim and absolutely goes full on flirt mode, Tim is very flustered and had no idea what to think about the cute boy who sleeps in the same cabin as him that flirts with him constantly.

Dami rocks the shit out of anyone who deadnames/misgenders Danny, Danny has no idea.

Eventually Danny sneaks out to stargaze and Tim sees and they end up falling asleep on the cabin roof.

Also there was a canoeing trip and the three got paired together and they kept tipping over constantly.

- Icarus

Ty for the skull Homie. Icarus this is just wonderful.

I’m a very big camping person myself. I love the outdoors and going to overnight summer camps was a big part of my childhood. I’m gonna go on a lil ramble for a tad but I promise there’s a point to it.

One of my favorite camping trips ever was when we had to canoe roughly… It was either two or seven miles of river. Genuinely can’t remember which. Either way it was meant to take four and a half hours total to canoe. It took us two. Reason being was because it started raining a half hour into our canoeing. Fifteen minutes later it started thundering. Lightning could be seen in the distance. What you’re SUPPOSED to do is immediately get to the shoreline and wait for the rain to stop. Yeah that didn’t happen. The rain was forecasted to last the entire rest of the day and there nearest camping site was our current destination.

And so we paddled. We laughed and sang Disney and Christmas songs in the middle of summer at the top of our lungs. We all were soaked to the bone and yet we were having the time of our lives as thunder boomed overhead. We paddled our asses off but we eventually got to the camping site. Like at the moment being cold and wet and staying in a tin boat while lightning flashed across the sky wasn’t very fun, but in hindsight? That was the most memorable experience I’ve ever had during an overnight summer camp.

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I need there to be a similar situation for Tim and Danny. Just something that’s like “oh this fucking sucks.” But they make the best out of their situation. They go sailing on a 420 and suddenly the wind dies directly in the middle of the river they’re on/really far away from shore? They just sit and wait and happily chat until their Camp Councelor tows them back with their motorboat.

The girl cabin issue is honestly a pretty big problem. A lot of girls will go immediately “yeah. Fuck that.” And immediately find a different solution for Danny. Tim offering his cabin cause there are extra bunks would have the camp staff would no question put Danny in there if they’re still part of the same camping group.

Idk those are my two cents from going to camps a lot as a kid

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

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theatlasrealm · 2 years ago

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Kai and Nya VS Kai and Lloyd VS Lloyd and Nya

i’ve lately been seeing a lot of people comparing the rgb siblings relationships from one another... so I’m here to give my thoughts. before we begin I just want to clarify that I do NOT believe one relationship is more significant than the other. kai loves nya and lloyd EQUALLY, lloyd loves kai and nya EQUALLY, and nya loves kai and lloyd EQUALLY. ok! point made! jolly! also just a quick read on the image: colors correspond to each ninja (green= lloyd, etc), and the arrows work like this:

kai-----(kai’s relationship with image the arrow points towards)---> nya

Kai and Nya:

now, in their childhood, I believe kai played the parental role more than the older brother role (this still remains unchanged). nya simply played the roll of a little sister. HOWEVER. as nya got older, i believe her relationship with kai changed. instead of playing the little sister, she ALSO slowly accustomed herself to a parental role with kai, and before doing so playing the role of an ‘older sister’. Im thinking until around the age of 12 she played little sister, maybe after 12 and until she became samurai x an ‘older sister’ and then after samurai x she accustomed herself into a parental figure toward kai. Also, I do think as nya got older kai slowly eased himself out of ‘ parental’ and into ‘older brother’, but parental is and will ALWAYS be the default relationship with nya. Naturally, both are ‘parental’ in different ways: kai focuses much more on emotional support for nya, offering approval, comfort, nurturance, and love. nya focuses on self-affection, meaning supporting kai in terms of accepting himself, showing that she loves him (not directly, but through gifts/actions), etc. both ‘parent’ eachother in ways the other needs it

Kai and Lloyd;

this one is easy. kai was an obvious father figure/older brother figure to lloyd since day one, and we’ve seen him rotate between them both frequently. kai’s ‘parental’ style remains the same as it was with nya, he offers lloyd approval, comfort, nurturance, and love. and as an older brother, protects him and teases him (just like he does with nya). lloyd played the role of a younger brother, even considerably a son throughout the show. he looks up to kai as a role model, etc

Nya and Lloyd:

both are younger siblings. thats it. THATS ALL. because nya protects lloyd and loves him, lloyd loves nya and they spent lots of time (DEF DOING MISCHIEF.) when the others were out on missions (when lloyd was a kid and nya was not a ninja). they have a rlly mischievous bond, and definitely a lot of chaos when together

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first off, the BIGGEST similarity when it comes to how kai treats nya and lloyd (two slightly different relationship) is: parental LOVE. kai openly loves them both and always SHOWS it.

now, the biggest ‘difference’ is kai. nya and lloyd both have a more ‘respectful’ relationship with kai. yes, if nya got the chance she would soak him in water and if lloyd got the chance he would pour flour on kai. yes, kai and lloyd are double trouble and kai and nya are partners in crime. which is why im not talking about chaos, bc all three relationships have equal heaps of it. im talking maybe that nya and lloyd wouldnt curse in front of kai as often, and maybe listen to kai more than they would listen to the other (for example, if kai said to do ‘x’ then nya and lloyd would probably do it, but if nya/lloyd told lloyd/nya to do ‘x’ then theyd be stupid and ‘fight’ abt it). idk. just thoughts.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #kai smith #kai ninjago #ninjago kai #smith siblings #kai jiang #nya smith #nya ninjago #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #lloyd ninjago #lloyd montgomery garmadon #rgb siblings #atlasysis

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whump-me-all-night-long · 3 years ago

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Vampire Royalty Story - Chapter Three

alright y’all it’s time for the next installment. this one is a bit shorter than the previous ones but i didn’t want to write the next chunk because i felt like this was a clear stopping point. anyways...

CW: intimate, royal, vampire, lady whumper, human, royal whumpee, aftermath of whipping, painful wound cleaning, whumper as caretaker, creepy comfort, blood drinking (dubcon?), begging, listen idk what happened here

taglist: @freefallingup13 @kim-poce @panic-and-chaos @susiequaz12

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At some point during the whipping, Adelio had passed out. He wasn’t quite sure when; all he knew was that one moment he was in agonizing pain, the cold sun beating down on him and the next he was laying on his stomach, on something incredibly soft.

Blinking a few times, Adelio let out a soft groan, attempting to sit up. Immediately, fiery pain coursed through his back and he grunted, falling back down.

“Oh, princeling, don’t do that,” the queen said in a saccharine tone. Focusing his gaze on her, Adelio could tell he was laying on a bed and she sat in a cushioned chair next to it.

Drawing in a breath was a struggle. “What- what happened?” he asked hoarsely, throat raw from screaming.

The queen reached out a pale hand and began to softly stroke through Adelio’s hair, plastered to his skin from sweat. “You passed out, darling. The pain must’ve been too much for you.”

Adelio hated how nice the touch felt and shook his head slightly. “No,. why did you do that to me?”

She smiled at him like he was a child or a cute pet. “Why? Because I wanted to. And I need to make sure we start off on the right foot, of course. You need to know who’s in charge and what happens if you disobey.”

He couldn’t help but flinch at her words, sugary sweet despite the threat in them. He thought about begging but he knew, deep down, that it wouldn’t change her mind. If anything, it would make her want to hurt him more, probably.

“Now,” the queen said, picking up something from the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up and bandaged.”

Adelio could only watch with wide eyes as she unloaded various medical supplies on the small table next to the bed. His back was on fire; every small twitch amplified it and even breathing sent aching waves through his body.

Once everything was unloaded, the queen resumed stroking his hair. “I won’t lie to you, darling,” she said. “This will hurt. But just remember that I’m doing this for your own good. We wouldn’t want these to get infected, would we?”

Adelio didn’t have time to answer before she dampened a cloth and pressed it to his back.

Immediately, it felt as if he was dying. He gave a bloodcurdling scream, his back arching against the bed. After a few seconds, she lifted the cloth, still petting him softly.

“You’re doing so well, my golden prince. So, so well.”

Adelio gasped into the bed beneath him. “No more,” he pleaded. “I can’t take any more.”

“Yes, you can.” The queen’s tone left no room for arguing, and it was all Adelio could do to not black out from the pain of cleaning his back.

After what felt like an eternity, the queen finally lifted the cloth, setting it aside. “All done,” she murmured. “We’re all done with the hard part. You did absolutely perfectly, my princeling.”

Adelio just sobbed, tears flowing out of his eyes and soaking the bed beneath him. Around him, the room was spinning violently, and he felt like he couldn’t get a full breath of air in. He was too breathless to even beg.

The queen picked up a roll of clean white gauze and easily maneuvered the limp human so she could wrap it around his wounds. Once all the welts and cuts were covered and she was sure the wrappings were secure, she knotted the end of the gauze and put the rest of the roll away.

“We’re all done, princeling,” she said, stroking back his hair. “We’re all done.”

Adelio’s lip trembled and he let out a soft whimper, “It hurts,” he breathed. “Hurts so.. so much.”

The queen nodded sympathetically, and in his pain-addled state, Adelio couldn’t see the gleaming look of hunger in her eyes. “Would you like me to help with the pain?”

Adelio stared up at her, his golden eyes wide and foggy as he nodded slightly.

She smiled, baring her fangs, but Adelio didn’t notice them. “If you want help with the pain, all you have to do is ask me. Can you say please, darling?”

Adelio vaguely remembered her asking him something similar while he was being whipped raw. He remembered his hesitation, and her anger at his hesitation. Now, with breathing even a struggle to do painlessly, he didn’t let things like pride or reputation hinder him.

“Please,” he begged, voice rough as sandpaper. “Please, Ma-Majesty, help me with, with the pain. I.. I need help, please.”

Obviously pleased, the queen sat back raising her wrist to her mouth. “Of course, my golden prince. I’m so glad you asked.” She bit into the tender underside of her arm, fangs easily puncturing skin. Once she was sure the blood was flowing properly, she lifted Adelio’s head to her bleeding wrist.

At first, Adelio didn’t comprehend what she was doing. He resisted, weakly, as the blood was forced against his mouth. Then, the first drop of it hit his tongue, and he let out a moan, beginning to drink deeply.

The blood was delicious, sweeter than the finest wine, savory and warm like mulled ale. It easily slid down his throat, warming his body and creating a wonderful tingling feeling throughout his body, as if he were floating. Almost immediately, the pain eased and then disappeared from him, leaving a soft warmth encasing his body.

Once Adelio’s eyelids started to droop, the queen pulled her wrist back, swiping her tongue over it to close the puncture wounds. She continued stroking his hair, admiring the way a few stray droplets of blood stained the corners of his mouth.

“Sleep, princeling,” she gently commanded, allowing a bit of her compulsion to seep into her tone.

Immediately, his eyes closed and his breathing deepened. The queen remained sitting next to him, petting him and admiring him, long after he’d fallen asleep.

#vampire royalty story #adelio the second son #lilith the vampire queen

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spinster-sisters · 4 years ago

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Crush. PSH, JYN

TW: dom! Seonghwa, sub! Yunho, sub! Reader,threesome, exhibitionism, degradation (use of the words slut and whore), bondage (male receiving), Sir kink, overstim (kinda, idk how much counts as overstim but im putting it here anyway), excessive use of the word wet, panty kink, buldging, k so heres the deal, in this thing yunho has a crush on both the reader and seonghwa and seongwha is probably also attracted to men based on the way i wrote this but there is no actually mxm interaction PHYSICALLY, also fun fact at no point anywhere in this is there the letters Y/N cuz i have decided i hate that shit and istead u get excessive pet names.

WC: 4k

AN: this is 4k words of pure smut, like plot if you SQUINT right at the begnining but even that is pretty smutty. ngl its prettyy shit. im sorry lol. also this isnt specifically idolverse or nah, it could kinda go either way so thats that i guess.

Yunho had always had a crush on you, that much everyone knew, but when you and seonghwa began dating Yunho had decided to put his own feelings aside out of respect for both you and seonghwa. Maybe it worked for a while, a few months of being genuinely happy for his two friends finding love. Yeah, it was hard seeing one of his best friends get to touch you and talk to you in the way he wanted to, but the smiles that never left either of your faces were well worth it.

But then that night came.

He hadn't meant to see it. All of your friends had gone out to a crowded club, there was dancing and a lot of drinking. But with all the chaos of the night, nobody noticed when you and seonghwa slipped into the bathroom. A while later Yunho found himself needing to pee and made his way to the back of the club as well, but when he pushed open the door all thoughts of his original plans had left. There you were, spread out on the counter, chest heaving, tiny drops of sweat making their way down your neck. And there was seonghwa, standing between your legs slamming his hips into yours and a brutal pace, absolutely RUINING you. His back was to the door and your eyes were screwed shut, Yunho had only opened the door just far enough to see in so neither of the two of you had noticed him yet.

Yunho's first reaction was to close the door and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't move, not once he heard the filth spewing seonghwas lips.

"My baby girl got so needy she needed me to fuck her with all of her friends around? What a little slut"

That was the first thing Yunho heard, and then whine that the words pulled out of you was damn near-pornographic, and it went straight to his dick. He only stood there for a few more moments before closing the door, but the damage had been done.

Did you guys fuck like this all the time? It felt so wrong, the perfect lovey-dovey couple Yunho had come to know were hiding such a dirty side to themselves.

Ever since that night, nothing has been the same. Yunho's thoughts of you turned more and more sinful than they had ever been, but there was something else. At first, Yunho thought it had just been the embarrassment of seeing such a private moment, but Yunho was now having the same amount of trouble meeting Seonghwas eyes as yours. Every time Yunho's mind drifted back to that moment Seonghwas figure was just as clear as yours, and although he didn't want to admit it, it was seonghwas words in the bathroom that made Yunho hard.

And that is how Yunho had come to discover that he had a crush and not one, but both of you. And almost every time Yunho took time to relive himself all he could image was seonghwas sharp and defined features manipulating your soft and supple ones into increasingly compromising positions, his calm voice eliciting those same desperate whines from you.

He knew this was fucked.

Yunho doesn't know at what point seonghwa became aware of his infatuation with himself and his girlfriend, maybe he had noticed him in the bathroom and chosen not to say anything, maybe mingi had told him one night in a slip of the tongue, maybe Yunho had told seonghwa himself while drunk. Either way, it all lead him to this moment. He was sitting in your bedroom with his back pressed into a wooden chair with seonghwa standing behind him binding his wrist together with a soft scarf you had lying around.

You sat on your bed observing the scene. This had all been seonghwa's idea, but you were more than willing. That being said watching your perfectly composed boyfriend secure the taller boy who had been stripped down to his boxers to a chair facing your bed was enough to have your face burning in the chilly room.

Seonghwa finished with the restraint and made his way in front of Yunho, who was already damn near star-eyed. Seonghwa reached out and clenched the man's jaw, forcing his eyes up to meet his own.

"Remember Yunho, you are here to watch. Not to touch. No matter how much you want to," seonghwa spoke in that calm domineering voice he reserved for moments like these. Yunho nodded eagerly as well as he could while his face was still in seonghwas grasp, his cheeks puffing out a little at the pressure.

Seonghwa let go of his face and ran his hand once through the younger boys' hair approvingly before both of their gazes fell on you.

You had been waiting patiently in the sweetest little lingerie set you could find. Seonghwa was still fully clothed, but he had a thing about having you look as pretty as possible before fucking you so hard you cried. With both of their attention now firmly on you, the cold of the room couldn't seem any further away, and with every step, seonghwa made twords you, you couldn't help but clench your thighs together in anticipation.

Finally, he stood before you, looking so beautiful it was unfair, close enough you could reach out and touch him. But you didn't, you knew better.

Seonghwa gave a wicked smirk at your sweet expectant face. The stage was finally set, and it was time for the show. He looked contemplative for a moment, before deciding on his first move.

"Lay back for me, baby"

You did exactly that, allowing your head to hit the soft blankets. Never breaking eye contact, however hard it was as your boyfriend looked ready to absolutely devour you. Careful not to block anything from Yunho's view seonghwa slowly climbed onto the bed on top of you using his hips to keep your legs in place and his arms coming down to cage your top half. He moved his head to your ear and spoke in his smoothest softest voice.

"Remember to be good sweetheart, we have a guest and I don't want to waste time punishing you tonight."

You whimper out a quiet "ok" before seonghwa placed a soft kiss on your temple. And he didn't stop there, your boyfriend only pulled back for a brief moment to observe your flushed face before diving back in.

Seonghwa was organized and neat in most aspects of life, but kissing was not one of them. His kisses are hard and wet. His exceptionally plump lips forced yours to follow his lead, prying your mouth open, nipping, and sucking at anything he could. Wet was the perfect word to describe it. Wet and amazing. Normally you would have waited for permission to touch him before swinging your arms around his neck pulling him closer but when his tongue found its way into your mouth toying with your own you needed someone to ground yourself.

To your surprise seonghwa had no objection to this instead threading his left hand through your hair pulling your head close as well, letting out a deep grunt in the process. His lips began to travel down to your neck and jaw, and now the sloppiness turned a little rougher. Seonghwa took a small break to speak, barely lifting his lips off your body but his voice still carried loud and clear.

" Don't hold back your sweet little cries, I'm sure Yunho would love to hear them"

Your mouth now free to cry out little by little at the way the cold air made contact with your now burning skin every time he moved. He was covering your skin in small red patches that would surely turn dark purple by tomorrow. You braced yourself on his shoulders when his lips came to rest of the swell of your chest. Seonghwas right had found its way under your knee lifting it a bit and caressing the underside of your thigh. You had finally become used to the sensation of his mouth on your body when he bit down. Hard.

You damn near choked. You threw your head back as a deep whine spilled sinfully out of you much louder than you intended. But it wasn't just you that was making noises, a deep guttural groan could be heard in harmony with your own from across the room. It was only then did you finally dare to turn your head to where Yunho sat. And you almost wished you didn't. The tall boy sat as hunched over as he could be, positively panting with desire his eyes staring, unblinking, and where you and your boyfriend were tangled together. Your eyes locked, Yunho was staring at you with so much hunger your heat throbbed, and your thighs clenched together. Seonghwas words cut through the tension bringing your attention back to him.

"My baby is so eager, looking so pretty as wrapped up for me. Just waiting for me to pull her apart."

You instinctively nodded.

"Yes, please. I'll be good I promise" you pleaded vacantly, still gripping your boyfriend for support. Seonghwas's right hand began to slide its way up the underside of your leg before moving around till he was palming the inside your leg.

"I know darling, I know you will"

A knowing smile graced his lips before he unhooked the clasp on your pretty bra, sliding it down your shoulders. You held your breath as he pulled himself back to sit on his heels still caressing your leg dangerously close to where you were currently making a mess of your nicest panties.

Seonghwa would never admit that he had a panty kink, but seeing you laid out for him in nothing but the thin little soaked scrap of fabric was scratching an itch that he didn't even know he had. He just had to take a moment to appreciate it.

Seonghwa turned his head twords Yunho. And speaking in that same clear strong voice.

"Yunho"

The boys eyed shaped up to meet seonghwas. Yunho, aside for the occasional moan or groan and been relatively silent up until that point. He looks at seonghwa expectantly. Your boyfriend sighed. Shaking his head for a moment.

"Yunho, when I talk to you I expect words." As he spoke seonghwa tightened his grip on your thigh, you let out a tiny moan. Yunho's eyes flashed to your thigh for a moment before realizing his distraction then flying back to seonghwas face. It was like he couldn't get the word out fast enough.

"Yes?" The word tumbled from his lips haphazardly.

"Yes, what?" Your boyfriend responded, clearly unamused, a scowl making its way onto his face.

Yunho visibly panicked, eyes darting around the room quickly. He didn't know what he missed. He looked at you for help. You knew what he missed, but you had no way of telling him.

"Umm," he began, still searching for the answer. Just when seonghwa looked like he was about to cut in a look of realization hit Yunho. He remembered the night not too long ago that he had come home from dinner, expecting the house to be quiet only to hear a specific word scream from your lips as he passed seonghwas room.

"Yes, sir?" Yunho asked, his eyes wide and pleading.

Seonghwa couldn't help his look of satisfaction.

"Good boy,"

The words made Yunho's face light up.

"Now Yunho, what would you like to see?" Your boyfriend asked. This question clearly took Yunho by surprise.

"Come on, I know you have been imagining me and my doll doing all kinds of things," as he spoke his hand finally slipped inside your panties. Two cold fingers sliding between your folds. You shudder out a gasp. You were wet, unbelievably so. It took so little for his fingers to slip through your slick, toying with you like he had done so many times before.

Yunho momentarily lost his focus on seonghwa instead looking at the imprint of his hand through the fabric. He looked starved. But his eyes returned to seonghwa once again.

"So, what is it. What was your favorite thing to imagine when you touch yourself." As he spoke his fingers began to make slow tight circles to your clit. You moaned out again and grasped wildly for a moment to ground yourself against the blankets.

Yunho once again looked at a loss for words, this time unable to peel his eyes away from the dark stain in your panties and the forearm connected to the hand in them.

Yunho licked his lips slowly before tearing his eyes away to look at seonghwa. He spoke slowly, his words were shaky but certain.

"Please, just fuck her. Hard, like you, always do." He looks embarrassed by his choice, but your heart leaped at the idea, you wanted seonghwa inside you right at that very moment. He was slowly working you into an orgasm and he had barely even done anything yet.

"Really? Is that all you want?" Your boyfriend asked. "No special requests?" The circles on your bud speed slightly as he spoke. Your legs began twitching with every stroke. You had been so wound up this whole time that along with every jerk a small whine was seeping past your lips.

"Please, just," Yunho took a moment to gather his thoughts " please, I just want to see what you both look like when you ruin her."

Seonghwa looked at the boy pensively for a moment.

"Ruin her?" Your boyfriends intense gazed finally made its way back to you "that I can do" and almost exactly as his sentence finished your first wave of orgasm crashed over you. You were now spilling whines freely and rocking your hips into your boyfriend's large hands. You closed your eyes tight for a few moments. Before thinking about the exchange that just took place. Ruin you? Seonghwa was a serious man when he wanted to be, and if he promised to ruin you, you knew he would. And honestly, it was a little scary.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Your boyfriend had been watching you through your high, not stopping his hand and now that you were coming down a dull pain replaced began to radiate up from your core. You reached down to grab his wrist

"Wait. Please-" you began to plead, looking into your boyfriend's eyes, but your words were cut off.

"Well, Yunho. If I'm going to ruin her I'm going to have to prepare her. Wouldn't want her to break" you whined at his words as his hand began to speed up once again over your extra sensitive nub. He then glanced over at the boy who seemed just as transfixed by your pleasure-filled face as seonghwa. "unless you want that"

"Please," was all Yunho could force out "I just want to see"

Seonghwa finally pulled his hand out from the ruined fabric. Despite the numbing pain that came from his handy work you were already missing the sensation and your hand on his wrist tightened again.

Seonghwa let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart, how am I supposed to let Yunho see what I can do to you if you still have these panties on," he asked in a disappointed tone. You reluctantly released his wrist.

Seonghwa finally found the time to pull his sweater over his head, tousling his hair in the process. Now it was both you and Yunho gawked. It was something both you and Yunho had seen a thousand times, but there was still something awe-inspiring about the way he looked kneeling over you with his bare golden honey skin on display.

If seonghwa noticed the stares he didn't address them as he moved to pull your ruined panties down your legs. The anticipation was clear on Yunho's face as the wet fabric slowly made its way down your legs. Finally, he pulled them off the tip of your toes. Because of you and seonghwas position, Yunho still couldn't see your heat. To your surprise, seonghwa stood up quickly from the bed. Your panties still between his fingers. He looked at Yunho.

"You want them?" He asked letting them dangle from his hand that was still glistening with your juices. Yunho choked out a "yes, sir"

Satisfied with his answer seonghwa walked over to the man, leaned over him, and slipped the fabric into his bound hands.

Your boyfriend then returned to you on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he sat down beside you.

"Open up baby"

It may be a bit late in the game, but you were finally coming to terms with what is happening. Yunho, one of your closest friends is about to watch you get fucked by your boyfriend, you had to look away from the man at the sudden realization. Slowly, you opened your legs and you heard the sharp intake of breath that could only be from Yunho.

"What do you think?" Your boyfriend asked pulling your legs apart even more. You shut your eyes tight, feeling embarrassed.

"It's pretty" was all Yunho could Say. You flushed even deeper.

"I know, isn't it? My baby has such a pretty pussy" you choked.

"Open your eyes sweetheart, I want to look at you"

Slowly you opened them, still keeping your gaze firmly on your boyfriend's face.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. You look so cute" seonghwa said in a coo.

Seonghwas hand slipped further between your legs, spreading you open for Yunho to see. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man. He was almost drooling, as he licked his lips.

"She tastes amazing," seonghwa says dipping a finger into your still sensitive heat. You felt yourself twitch.

"Normally I would spend hours eating her sweet little cunt, but that wasn't what you wanted to see" seonghwa spoke with false regret. Honestly, Yunho looked right now like there was nothing else in the world he would rather witness but everyone knew he had already made his choice.

Your boyfriend finally decided to push 2 fingers into you all at once. You whined out at the sudden intrusion.

"I have to get her ready first, I hope you don't mind" seonghwa spoke with a chuckle. Because no, with a view like that how could Yunho mind watching your boyfriend's two long fingers push in and out of you over and over again each time bringing a little more wetness out of you.

At this point you were gone, the pleasant stretched of the familiar fingers moving inside of you was like a mantra pulling small noises from you like a song. Seonghwa was brushing the inside of your walls oh so perfect if was unfair.

"She is always so wet, pulsing around my finger with so little work. What a little slut." Your eyes shot open with a moan at his words. His pace quickened. With your still heightened sensitivity, you already felt your stomach tighten.

"Oh. Do you like that? Like it when I call you my slut?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you like being a little whore for me?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you want me to fuck you in front of our friend, just so he can see how much of a slut you are?" At that, you locked eyes with Yunho across the room.

"Yes please sir, please show him how much of a slut I am for you" Yunho lurched forward for the first time, his dick straining so hard against his boxers it must be painful.

Seonghwa leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead,

"Good girl"

Finally, seonghwa focused all his energy on bringing on your next orgasm. Pressing deliciously against that special spot inside you while his thumb returned to your pulsing clit. You were already so far gone that it only took a few more direct strokes for you to come tumbling down once again.

This one lasted much longer than the first. And once again seonghwa prolonged it as long as possible by not stopping his hand once throughout the whole time. The pleasure came on waves, washing over you with so much intensity it was all you could do to keep moaning so loud the neighbors could hear you.

Finally, when he pulled his fingers out you took a moment to catch your breath. But it wasn't long before it was stolen again by seonghwa sticking each finger in his mouth one at a time a sucking them clean, never once breaking eye contact with the boy in the chair.

"Hmm, sweet" was all he said, before standing from the bed once again and undoing his belt. Seonghwa pushed his hair back before undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs. At last, he stood in nothing but his black boxers. If you weren't struggling so hard to keep your eyes open after your climax you would have ogled but Yunho's hungry eyes were wide and fixed on the impressive size of the tent in your boyfriend boxers. Seonghwa spared him a glace before chuckling.

Your boyfriend turned completely to Yunho and pulled down the boxers as well. You knew what was there, so you understand the feeling Yunho was having to lick his lips like that. Yunho's arms once again lurched forward.

"Remember, no touching" was all seonghwa said before turning back to you. He says down on the bed beside you once again

"Come sit on my lap baby,"

You almost groaned. You felt like you could barely move and you would much rather he take you just as you are, but you know better than to fight him.

Seonghwa positioned you both facing Yunho, so he could have the perfect view of you both.

You tried to keep your self as steady as possible as lined himself up under you. Your muscles protested as you held yourself up. Finally, seonghwa took hold of your hips and pushed you down onto him all at once. The two of you both let out a satisfied groan. Your pussy felt used and abused but at that moment all you could think about was how nice it felt to be full. Your head fell back onto your boyfriend's shoulder almost immediately.

"Awe, do I make you feel that good, baby? You like it when I fill you up that much?"

"Yes, sir, I love being full. Love it when you fill me up." Your words were slurred together but loud. Seonghwa, using his grip on your hips. Helped you lift yourself only to be pulled back down again.

"Holy fuck" Yunho spoke in a quiet tone, watching where your boyfriend's dick was now disappearing inside of you.

"Don't use that kind of language" seonghwa spat out while staring to set a fast and deliberate pace, his focus instead on fucking you to tears.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just-" he seemed to be at a loss for words. " I can see you in her tummy"

At that seonghwa chuckled again. He took your hand and lead it to the spot on your stomach you could feel him inside you.

"I know, my baby is such a slut she isn't satisfied until I fill her up this much."

All of these words were filtering in and out of your ears but all you could focus on was the feeling of seonghwas dick moving inside of you. You were so sensitive after two orgasms not so long ago that your body felt utterly spent but every single time seonghwa trusted up into you felt like you could cry at how good it felt. It hurt, yes it hurt, seonghwa was big, that's why he spent so much time working you up, but even with that, you could still feel him stretching out your wall in the most delicious way. Every time he pushed all the way into you could almost cry at the sensation, not to mention how he rubbed against every spot inside of you in the perfect way. You were a mess of whines and cries and tears.

"She's crying" Yunho spoke in a shaking voice.

Seonghwa brushed your hair away from your face, looking at the tears streaming on your face. Your boyfriend placed feather-light kisses against your cheeks where the tears streamed down. A stark contrast to the brutal pace he was drilling his hips into your cunt.

You were clenching madly against him and he couldn't help but chuckles, though it was now somewhat airy as he was nearing his own climax.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asked.

"Mmhmm" you whined, head still rolled back as he fucked into your relentlessly. You were so close, every time he pushed back into you you cried out wanting him to make you come so fucking bad.

Seonghwa took told of your chin with one hand and forced your head forward making you lock eyes with Yunho. He looks almost as fucked out as you probably did. Forehead sweating, chest heaving, dick twitching. The sight made you clenched down hard.

"Who knew my sweet little baby, want people to watch her get fucked like a whore." you clenching tears streaming down faster than ever. The hand not holding your chin found your clit and once again began rubbing slow but rough circles onto the bud. You were so full and so close, and knowing that Yunho was seeing you like this, looking him in the eye while seonghwa fucked you almost made you come.

"What do you think Yunho? Should I let my little slut come?" He asked pinching your bud and delivering a particularly hard thrust. You gagged on the drool spilling from your mouth.

" yes, please sir, please make her cum!: Yunho almost shouted, looking crazed.

"You heard him slut. Cum."

And that was all it took. You were shaking and writhing on top of your boyfriend, head and eyes rolled back and your eyes saw stars. Waves don't even being to describe the way pleasure was moving through your body.

"Sir, it feels so good" was all you could say between the cries, and yes you were crying for real now. Short of losing consciousness, you were gone to the world. Lost in the feeling.

It took you several minutes to realize that seonghwa was still fucking you. But once you did you jerked painfully.

"No, no please" fell past your dry lips. As you moved to sit up. But seonghwas had kept you in place.

"You're not going anywhere baby, I still haven't cum yet and I am going to right in your little pussy."

It hurt, and you were crying, but all you wanted to do was be a good girl for seonghwa so you stayed put, letting him use you. You looked up at Yunho, your eyes glossy, mouth hanging open, probably covered in bruises as you always were when seonghwa fucks you.

Yunho moaned out, straining against the fabric keeping him tied to the chair.

At that moment seonghwa finally came. You could hear his groan through his chest and feel the cum spilling into you. Nice and full.

With a few more thrust seonghwa finally stopped. Allowing you to rest a moment before pulling you off him. You collapsed into your blankets. Feeling moments away from sleep, but you kept your eyes open. Seonghwa took a moment before standing pulling up his own boxers before moving over to where Yunho sat panting. He looked down at the boy and laughed.

"You came untouched?"

"Yes sir"

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #yunho smut #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez au

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myenterpriseisparked · 3 years ago

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Hi! I see from a while back that you did a hogwarts house analysis for LOTR characters and I wondered if you would be interested in doing it for the Voyager crew?

Sure! Lemme just *dusts Harry Potter part of brain off* clean this thing up. It's been awhile since I've thought about Hogwarts houses but this should be fun!

Captain Janeway - Honestly, she's a little tough to pin down. On one hand, her risk-taking habits and self-sacrificial attitude in the name of saving her crew make her seem like a Gryffindor. On the other hand, so much of her character is defined by curiosity and a desire to gain knowledge, which would make her a Ravenclaw. I think she could go into either house, but I'm going to stick her in Gryffindor because I think her Gryffindor traits slightly outweigh her Ravenclaw traits. Also she made the physical embodiment of Fear itself feel afraid and if that ain't the most Gryffindor thing you've ever heard IDK what to tell ya.

Chakotay - Hufflepuff, but a VERY CHAOTIC Hufflepuff. A lot of his character is defined by loyalty to the crew and Kathryn and caring for the crew and Kathryn. While he shares some of Janeway's recklessness and they both serve a parental role on the ship, Chakotay's character seems to rely a lot on connections/relationships with other people and this makes him feel more Hufflepuff-y. That being said, he's the Hufflepuff who will literally punch you across the face if you're talking shit about his friends and make a few dad jokes along the way (gosh I love him).

Tuvok - Hot take, but I think Tuvok is a Gryffindor. Dude literally broke the rules of being a Vulcan so many times as a youngster and then decided to become a security officer for Starfleet. He's got a level of chaos to him and it feels very Gryffindor-y to me. Though he's driven by logic, his logic is used to calculate acceptable risks and to tell fear to buzz off. Very Gryffindor.

Tom Paris - A Hufflepuff who's trying really hard to look like a Gryffindor. Dude's been chasing the desire to feel something his whole life. He's a himbo hotshot pilot. Underneath all of that, though, is a desire to prove himself to his loved ones and keep them safe. He's a history geek who just wants to curl up with his wife on the couch and watch cartoons. His desire for deep connections with people is another classic sign of a Hufflepuff.

Harry Kim - Hot take, but Harry is a Slytherin. While he has a lot of traits that would let him fit in any house, I ultimately put him here because so much of his story is about Harry striving to reach something. He's reaching for a promotion, he's reaching to make their sensors/engines/shields better. He's reaching for good relationships with the crew. He's reaching for home. His character is centered around a desire to keep being better in every area of his life. He's also very clever; he comes up with so many solutions to so many problems and a lot of times it's because he thinks differently from a lot of the other senior officers. Very Slytherin.

B'Elanna Torres - Ravenclaw. She doesn't like rules set by other people, she's constantly seeking new knowledge, and she likes to have her own space. It takes a lot of time to earn her trust and a deeper friendship takes even longer to build.

The EMH - Slytherin. He's ambitious and he's very clever. Need I say more?

Neelix - Hufflepuff. Seems like an obvious answer, but Neelix's character is all about hospitality, loyalty to the crew, and building relationships with people.

Kes - She could fit is a few houses, but I think I'm going to put her in Ravenclaw. Like Neelix, a lot of her character is centered around building relationships with other characters, but the difference is that her relationship-building is the result of carefully studying people's behavior. She's also very clever, even in her more "nurturing" moments (like when she suggests that the Doctor might need to experience being sick to improve his bedside manner and then proceeds to infect him past when the "sickness" was supposed to clear up to prove a point). She also soaks up knowledge and experiences like a sponge. Part of it is because her species are naturally fast learners, but she also has a true love of learning that causes her to go to the surface of her planet at the risk of never seeing her family and friends again just so she can see the sun and to later leave Voyager in pursuit of understanding the new kind of being she has become.

Seven - Seven is also hard to pin down because she's a complicated character, but I'm going to put her in Ravenclaw. The Borg in general are driven by a pursuit of knowledge, which is something Seven carries over into her life after being severed from the collective. She's a stickler for efficiency, wields logic like a weapon, and studies the life around her.

Thanks for the ask! If I missed any characters you want me to analyze lemme know!

#star trek voyager #captain janeway #chakotay #tom paris #harry kim #the EMH #seven of nine #Neelix #Kes #Tuvok #harry potter

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goodlucksnez · 3 years ago

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S/ero fic

I must have delated the ask but it said something like s/ero is sick and the b/akusquad helps. i only wrote b/aku cause idk i did I hope you enjoy this

Like any other day, Sero was hard at work in his Quirk. He had something in the works in terms of a special move. It was a simple concept if he vaulted his body out the window while staying anchored to a single point inside the building, he could gather speed and allow his attack to be stronger. An assortment of broken tape and measuring tools littered his desk and the wall was covered in his failed attempts rustling in the breeze from the window that was still open. Both on paper and written directly on the Pro himself were notes on how to improve. However, no matter how hard he worked the Pro could not get this new move to work. So, he found himself at another desk, hunched over as he took another look at the Physics book his friends got him.

“Let’s see… If I connect the Tape itself at a 45-degree angle inside of 90 then it would prevent the tape from splitting down the middle, but it might cause the tape to not have even coverage on the wall to secure and anchor…” mumbled and tapped his forehead with his pencil. The sound of the pitter-patter of a rainstorm interrupted his thoughts. While the Pro had fought in the rain before he never considered the risk of water interacting with his Quirk. Now that he was trying to make an effort to increase the power a simple experiment would be a good idea. He stood from the desk ignoring the dull pain of a headache and began to set up for his attempt. When he finished securing an anchor, he took a few breaths and then vaulted out of the window. As he flew through the air the rain soaked his t-shirt and he squinted his eyes as rain decorated his face. When he reached the end of his tape, he activated his quirk to yank himself back into the room. Whether it was the rain or something he did not account for he felt the beginning of a tear so he slowed his descent and when he reached the threshold the tape broke. He scrambled to grab the window ledge.

And now here he was hanging out of the window in the rain. Using the last bit of his energy he managed to pull himself up and into his room. He coughed into his fist before he shook his head like a dog to get the water off. He rubbed his throat, grimacing at the persistent scratchy feeling that had not left him since he woke up this morning, regardless of how much water he drank.

When the coughing subsided, Sero sat back against the still open window and sniffled. He looked towards the cage in the corner and saw his pet iguana was staring at him. “What?” The green-tailed reptile just gave him a pointed look, tail flicking when the Pro sneezed.

“Hh'TshShhHuuu! Hcksh’sh! Hacksh’uh! Hcksh’EW!”

“Don’t give me that look—” His voice caught in his throat, surprised by how hoarse he suddenly sounded.

“I’m fine,. There’s just… A lot of dust in the air, that’s all.”

Pompom was completely unconvinced, his tail swishing from side to side with what could either be agitation or annoyance. But it’s fine. He’s worrying over nothing.

Sero didn’t get sick. He didn’t. Sure, once in a blue moon he’d get a minor case of the sniffles, but they were never so bad as he had to stay in bed or take medicine. But he didn’t get sick.

Besides, he had work to do. He couldn’t get sick.

Sero cleared his throat and stood up. “Now, let’s get back to work, huh buddy?”

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The scratchy feeling in his throat did not subside as the morning went on. If anything, it was worse now and it actually hurt, especially when he swallowed. It must be from all the coughing he’s done… He really ought to dust in here more often, since he clearly has developed an allergy.

Or maybe it’s hayfever… It is the time of year for it.

Either way, it’s nothing to worry about. It can all be explained… The coughing and sneezing were due to the dust, his sore throat due to the coughing, and the dull, throbbing pain in his head can be due to several things. So can that slightly sore feeling he has all over. He does a lot of heavy lifting, after all, it’d be weird if he weren’t stiff or sore sometimes. He’s fine.

“Hey, Office Supplies!” His head throbbed even worse when Bakugou called out for him. “Close that damn window.”

“No can do Bro I’m working,” he shot back, mildly annoyed. He coughed into his fist and then cleared his throat. “Why does it matter?”

“It’s raining shit head all your shit is going to get ruined” Bakugou retorted. He then sauntered up to the Pro and used his shoulder as an armrest while he looked at his notes. “What’re you working on?”

“I’m drawing up blueprints for a new sniff move,” Sero answered. “This should allow me in a city dense area get from building-to-building quicker a—” He broke off into a sneezing fit.

“Heh… Heh… He-ISHtexxt! HeXXtsh! Heh… HehxXNTsh! HeSHHXt!

Thankfully it was short-lived, but oh, did it hurt. “And sniff act as a scout,” he paused again to wipe his nose on his sleeve.

Bakugou nodded. “That sounds a lot more efficient… And safer than what you normally do,” he frowned when Sero started sneezing again.

“Heh… HenxXTShh… HnhHXTShuh… Really that’s act- Heh heh so kind of y Heh you… HnnxTsh!!”

It did not sound good. When Sero was finished, and he sniffled with a groan, he asked, “Are you okay office supplies?”

“It’s dusty in here,” Sero told him dismissively.

Bakugou pressed his lips in a thin line. Dusty? The Pro may not be organized, having a similar sense of ‘organized chaos’ as Shitty Hair, but he was meticulous when it came to the room being clean and dust-free. He wordlessly removed one of his gloves and pushed up Sero bangs to press his palm to his forehead.

“You’re warm…” He hummed. “Okay, come on, you’re taking a break.”

“Wh—”Sero grabbed at the edge of his desk when Bakugou tried to pull him away. “I told you, I’m fine!”

“Well, I disagree!” Bakugou said nothing more and easily picked the Pro up in a fireman’s carry.

Sero’s world spun from the sudden movement and it made him feel nauseous, but he ignored it. “Put me down!”

“I will! In your bed! Where you will be taking a nap!”

“Bakugou!”

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Sero lied against the headboard, arms crossed with a pout on his face as Bakugou tucked him in with his blanket.

“This is unnecessary,Bro.”

“Come one, tape for brains, humor me, would ya?” Bakugou pleaded before fluffing his pillow. “Sit up.”

Sero rolled his eyes but did as he was told to allow Bakugou to place the pillow behind him. “You’re overreacting,” he leaned back against the plush pillow as he sneezed again.

“HhhH! Hha'TChhHew! Hh'TcHhh 'TchSHhh Hh'TshShhHuuu!”

Bakugou felt his forehead again and hummed. “I don’t think I am…” He looked at him with concern. “But, even if I am, just take today off, and if it turns out to be nothing you can rub it in my face.”

The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is the sound of a text being sent off and hushed voices talking.

#Vic writes #sneeze fic #sneezefanfic #sneezefic #sneezefanfiction #bnhafic

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batfoonery · 4 years ago

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Tim is Sick on a Saturday....

.... idk. Make this part of the flower crown au if you want. This is just a nebulous existence bc I'm Tired.

Tim is pretty sure everyone is overreacting. He's got a very slight fever and just feels a bit nauseous and lethargic. It's not even a proper cold. But the late winter/early spring nights of Gotham are still freezing (and well below) so he is Benched.

Dick and Damian keep him company in the morning. Tim wishes they wouldn't. They're both really overwhelming. Dick fusses and flutters and lectures. Damian isn't as bad. He disappears while Dick tries to smother Tim in blankets and pillows. When Dami comes back, he brings with him hot lemon water, with a touch of honey. Tim hadn't realized his throat was scratchy until he takes a sip.

Damian is then plopped down on top of Tim ("he's like a mini space heater! he'll keep you warm!") and chaos ensues. Dick and Dami are promptly kicked out by Bruce and Alfred.

Duke is next. After he's done with patrol, his curls up next to Tim on the bed, and they nap for a while. When they're both awake again, they play Mario Kart, and both screem into the void at not getting anywhere near Cass's high scores on Rainbow Road. How is she so good at it?!

Jason comes in to shoo Duke downstairs for food and to finish that homework Tim hadn't realized he'd been procrastinating on. He takes the now-empty place on the bed, harumphing and complaining as he proceeds to mother-hen at levels that rival Dick's. Tim's temperature is re-taken, he's essentially tied into his bed by how tight the blankets and sheets are tucked around him.

But afterwards, he does sit down and read to him. Tim doesn't really pay attention to what it is he's reading (something by Hermann Hesse, maybe? or Tale of Two Cities again?) but his voice is nice and low and that pleasing scratchy that comes with overuse. Before Tim knows it, he's asleep again.

When he wakes up, the windows are dark and everyone is out on patrol (except Duke, who is stuck in the purgatory that is an essay due at midnight). Tim sneaks out of bed and down to the sitting room, where he pulls an afghan around himself and flicks on the television.

He just channels surfs for a while before realizing that he's actually home on a Saturday night! He can watch a new Saturday Night Live as it airs!

Literally the moment the opening theme plays, Kate, Cass, and Steph come out of nowhere and volley themselves onto the couch. He lands on the floor, thoroughly startled, before relocating to the loveseat. Well. Now they know why the girls go MIA every weekend.

Cass gives him more hot lemonade with honey, but witholds snacks so he doesn't get nauseous again. They're all good company, until Kate McKinnon comes on, at which point they all burst into screams and "YASSSSS" and general wlw mating calls. Tim feels like he's having a fever dream, but this makes absolutely all the sense when he thinks about it.

He falls asleep just after Weekend Update ends, and comes to to Kate carrying him up to bed. She plops him down with absolutely 0 care, but pats his head lovingly and runs her fingers through his hair, allowing him to doze, in and out of consciousness.

At some point Kate switches with Steph, who climbs under the blankets and wraps him in a comfy comfy hug. He tells her that her boobs are the best pillows, and it makes her laugh as she feels his forehead and decides he still has a temp.

She makes him sit up and take his meds. When he does, she lets him slump back onto her, soaking up the soothing presence of one of his closest friends. Although he's comfortable enough around all of his family to let them take care of him, there's a certain degree of awareness he unconsciously keeps with them. But Steph, Steph he trusts completely, and his body finally releases the last vestiges of tension, and he slumps into Tim Jelly.

The last thing that registers before he succumbs to sleep again for the rest of the night is light spilling from a slowly opening door. A shadow slips into his room, and a warm, rough hand gently brushes his bangs off of his forehead.

Bruce gently presses a kiss to the fevered skin and whispers a gentle "sweet dreams," before his son drifts off back into dreams

#He's fine again the next day #leslie scolds them all for fussing so much #mostly wrote this bc I was amused by the idea of Kate pushing Tim off the couch in her quest to thirst over Kate McKinnon #It's me every Saturday ngl #batfam #batfamily headcanons #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #duke thomas #jason todd #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #kate kane #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batman #dc #dc comics

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foilfreak · 3 years ago

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BEAUTY AND HER BEAST: Chapter 9 (temporary 1-2 week hiatus being taken from his fic, click ao3 link and read end notes to find out why. I WILL BE COMING BACK!!!)

WARNING PLZ READ BEFORE CONTINUING: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(AO3 link below)

Despite the shrill echo of Nadine’s terrified voice being something Salvatore has prepared himself for since before the young woman even arrived in the reservoir, the real thing was still somehow 100 times worse than he could have ever imagined it being.

Chaos followed as Salvatore frantically left his hiding spot, crawling across the floor as quickly as his mangled body would allow, as a loud crashing sound vibrates the whole room once Nadine’s body finally lands, quite uncomfortably I might add, on the hardwood of the floor. The sudden frantic and terrified swinging of her arms following Salvatore’s verbal slip knocked the poor woman off balance, sending her right back down to the floor for a second time.

Staring at the writhing figure of Nadine from the other corner across the room, Salvatore sniffles pitifully to himself as tears cascade down his face. Oh how appropriately cruel, that the universe wouldn’t even give Salvatore the decency of a proper meeting with Nadine, much less a chance at friendship and even less at anything past that. It makes perfect sense that this would be the way Nadine found out how disgusting and pathetic he is. Sitting alone in a dark and dingy room, watching old romance films because he has no one of his own to hold and love like the men in the movies do, and eating entire blocks of cheese all on his own, because nothing pairs with unending loneliness like the tang of sharp cheddar and the horrible stomach ache that follows it.

Putting his hands up to cover his face, a final effort to hide himself away from the beautiful woman’s gaze, Salvatore merely sat in his new corner, his shoulders shaking with sobs of agony and his body trembling in fear as Nadine’s gaze finally locked on to him, and him alone this time, in the dark silence of the room.

“H-Hey… are you alright? I’m sorry I yelled like that, I didn’t mean to startle you like that, but you suddenly spoke up out of nowhere and it scared me half to death” The soft voice from across the room asks, causing Salvatore to pause in his moment of self-loathing. Did… did she just ask him if he was alright? Wasn’t he the one who was supposed to ask her that?

“W-what…?” Salvatore chokes out, peering out slightly from behind the cover of his hood in confusion. The sight he’s met with is one that steals his breath away, much like the first time he laid eyes upon the stunning beauty this tiny woman held. However, unlike their “first” meeting, that took place back in Mother Miranda’s lab, this time there was no metal pod separating the two, Salvatore realized, as the sight of Nadine, slouched tiredly on the ground barely a few feet away from where he cowered in the corner, registered in the mutant man’s mind.

Next, of course, came her actual appearance. Black strands tousled messily across her forehead framed her round face and golden eyes perfectly. Her long white dress bunched up around her upper thighs, revealing the curves of her large, but muscular legs, that had previously been obscured by the material of her dress. Slouched shoulders and heavy breathing caused the material of Nadine’s nightgown to slowly inched its way down the front of her chest, not exposing her necessarily, but definitely revealing more and more of her lusciously plump breasts with every harsh up and down of her shoulders.

Tears continued to fall from Salvatore’s eyes even as saliva began to fill his mouth and his fear and self-loathing slowly gave way to the growing fire beginning to kindle in the pit of his stomach. The sound of his muffled sobs of anguish and arousal escaping from behind his hands causes Nadine’s face to immediately fall, agony replacing the previously wild look her face held.

“N… N-no. No no, please don’t cry. It’s alright. I-I-I’m not going to hurt you… I mean it… see… I don’t have any weapons on me” Nadine says hurriedly, standing up and doing a spin to show that nothing that could pose potential harm to Salvatore was hiding between the folds or frills of the thin garment. “See! Nothing to hide.”

Salvatore merely closed his tear soaked eyes and shook his head, the motion moving his whole body along with it. “Nooooooooooo… y-you d-don’t… under-s-stand…”

“What do you mean? What don’t I understand?” Nadine asked, kneeling back down to the ground, moving slightly closer to Salvatore than she was before, a terrifyingly genuine look of concern and worry etched into her beautiful features.

The mutant man fought back a wave of nausea and choked on a sob at the angelic sight. Hoards of hormones equating to despair and arousal battle within the hellish confines of Salvatore’s brain. The mutant man was filled with so many mixed emotions that he genuinely couldn’t tell if he wanted to tear himself apart until not a scrap of evidence of his existence remained, or if he wanted to just spring forward and consume the delectably dangerous morsel that sat so prettily before him, like an octopus latching itself upon the almighty great white shark as it just passes above their home, pulling the now helpless and unsuspecting predator down into the depths of a true monster’s domain.

“Hey, come on now. It sounds like you’re having a hard time breathing. Why don’t you come out of the corner where the air’s a little fresher, ya?” The young woman coaxes gently, moving ever so slightly closer to Salvatore as she speaks. The movement does not go unnoticed by the hooded man, nor does the way it pushes her dress even further up her already decently exposed thighs, but with little ability to stop Nadine’s incremental advances, Salvatore merely buries his face into his hands, blocking as much of his disgustingly bloated maw as he possibly could, even as the young woman attempted to change her angle to get a better look at him.

“P-p-please… jus-just stop!” Salvatore commands, suddenly filled with a wave of confidence that abandons him just as quickly as it arrived. “j-j-j… j-just… g-go… please…”

A light mist has become visible in the light reflecting off of Nadine’s eyes, the young woman looking truly saddened by the strange man’s utter rejection of her. Whether it was out of pity for Salvatore’s sake, or fear of her own impending isolation should the likes of Salvatore even reject her company, the hooded man could neither tell, nor did he really want to know.

“Well that’s not a very nice thing to say to someone trying to be your friend now is it? I might not look as normal as I used to but I’m not here to cause any trouble” Nadine scolds lightly, her voice strong, though even Salvatore can detect a slight wobble. “But… if you can give me a valid reason why I should leave, then… then I’ll do it, no questions asked.”

A valid reason? What other reason did she need than to get away from him?

Salvatore takes a moment to wipe away some of the tears that coated his face, slightly peeking out to look at the younger woman once again before speaking. “Y-you… you can’t… s-stay here… th-this place… it i-isn’t… isn’t g-good enough f-for you… it’s… i-its not w-worthy… I-i… I’m… n-not worthy… of you…”

Nadine shifts slightly closer once again, a pained look cut into her face like a raging storm cuts through large waves out in the open ocean. Her whole body was a sea of turbulent waters as she gingerly reached her hand forward, slowly but surely inching her way closer to Salvatore, until her wine dark fingers just barely brushed against the thick, rugged fabric of his overcoat.

Silence befell the two mutants, permeating the room with tension so thick and heavy Salvatore thought he might suffocate.

The cornered man could not bring himself to look up as Nadine’s delicate fingers gently latched on to the article of clothing covering his wretched and disgusting form. Salvatore shuddered as he prepared himself for what was inevitably to come once Nadine removed his overcoat: the biting cold of the surrounding area pinching and nipping at his thick, but sensitive flesh; another shrill shriek of fear and terror that would pierce him to his very core; the sound of Nadine, beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, immaculate Nadine, fleeing not just the underground tunnels that had lead her to discover this place, but also the reservoir, never to be seen again.

Salvatore wouldn’t blame her for this choice, of course. After all, it’s what he would do if he found himself trapped with a wretched creature as grotesque and pitiful as he himself was. Death wasn’t an option Salvatore had the luxury of entertaining, but he never blamed others if they chose it over him.

He would too, if he could.

Despite his earlier expectations, the hand on his coat never moves to take the garment off the trembling man, instead, moving to gently run along the side of Salvatore’s head, down his shoulders, before resting itself softly, but firmly, along the area of growths that covered the small of his back. After taking a moment to allow the violent trembling of Salvatore’s body, in response to the young woman’s gentle caresses, to calm down to something more manageable, Nadine slowly lifts her left hand and rests it on the opposite side of the hunched-over man’s head, yet she makes no move to try and take his cloak off or remove his face from his hands.

Stillness and silence return for a brief moment, almost as though Nadine were waiting for Salvatore to raise objection to her advances and stop her, as if he had the power or control to do anything but cower in the corner and cover his growing excitement in shame. With no explicit objections voiced, the hands resting gently around Salvatore began to slowly pull him toward Nadine’s body.

“Come here” Nadine’s soft, heavenly voice commands lightly, as Salvatore’s body does as instructed with no resistance whatsoever. A broken sob of humiliating arousal escapes the hooded man when he gently falls forward into Nadine’s lap, her arms quickly moving to wrap around and hold the hooded man against her soft, warm, and strong body.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. There’s no need to be so worked up. You have nothing to be afraid of, here” Nadine coos soothingly, as her hand gently caresses his thin, leather covered arm.

Salvatore cries pitifully as the painfully comforting words and actions make him want to vomit from overjoy. “Y-you… you d-dont unders-s-stand…” the hunched man weeps, his voice slightly muffled by his knees as he continues trying to hide his face by shoving it as far between his legs as he’s physically capable.

“What don’t I understand? Could you explain it to me?” Nadine asks, patiently holding the sobbing mess of a man firmly against herself as he collects himself enough to answer.

“I-it isn’t… you… th-that I f-fear…” Salvatore begins, trailing off as another wave of cold dread and fiery desire collide violently somewhere deep inside the hooded man’s chest.

“What is it that you’re afraid of then? If not... me?” The young woman’s angelic voice questioned, the slightly fearful and worried tone of her voice toward the end of her question, as if what Salvatore thought of her was even worth her precious time to worry about, made the mutant man’s stomach wretch sickeningly.

“I-I… I f-fear… oh god-” Salvatore began, before promptly shutting up and shoving Nadine as far away from him as he could from that angle, throwing himself to the floor, on his hands and knees, in the opposite direction just as a wave of acidic bile forces its way from the confines of the man’s mouth and out onto the floor in front of him. His own hideous reflection stares back at him in the growing puddle of stomach acid once he’s done.

A spiteful reminder from the universe of what he was and why he lived the way that he did.

Drunkenly reaching his hand forward to smear the vomit puddle around so he at least didn’t have to look at himself AND sit in his own filth while he gathered the energy to get up and wash off in the lake, Salvatore missed the way Nadine’s eyes narrowed in confusion at the man’s clumsy movements, before suddenly widening as she realized what the hooded man was doing.

“No, wait! Don’t touch that, it’ll only make you feel worse if you fiddle around with that nasty stuff” Nadine says hurriedly, as she rushes forward to take Salvatore’s moving hand in her own and presses it firmly against her bosom to prevent the man from playing around in his own throw up. She gasps in shock and her grip tightens around Salvatore’s hand, as though she’d suddenly remembered something important she’d forgotten about and Salvatore’s hand had brought it back to her conscious mind, before shaking her head and pulling herself from her thoughts.

“Oh, you poor thing! Here, let me wipe your face for you, and try to take deeper, slower breaths while you’re at it. You’ve managed to work yourself into such a panic that it's no wonder you’re throwing up all over yourself.”

The room is spinning far too fast and in far too many different directions for Salvatore to really be sure what’s going on, however the feeling of Nadine’s skin pressed against his own as she tenderly raised the edge of her pristine white dress to wipe away the lines of green acidic bile that had been left on Salvatore’s lip, was a sensation of euphoria unlike anything the hooded man has ever felt before in his entire life.

Not even Mother Miranda’s own embrace felt quite as… ‘brutal’ wasn’t the appropriate word to use based on its true definition, but in that instance it's the only word that Salvatore can think of to describe how intense everything around him, Nadine especially, feels at the present moment. Her touch, her scent, her warmth, her weight, her firm grip around him, the constant rhythmic thrum of her heart beat against his cold, bony hand, all of it was so intensely brutal that it was a wonder how the combined effect didn’t beat him into the floor. It was too much for Salvatore to handle all at once, and yet he knew that if the kind angel sitting next to him retracted so much as a single one of those sensations, he’d lose himself to insanity like careless swimmers lose themselves to sudden rapid currents.

Salvatore threw up 3 more times before his stomach finally allowed him the relief the hooded man had desperately been craving. The floor was an absolute mess by this point, but thanks to Nadine, who’d managed to keep his upper body upright the whole time, Salvatore hadn’t made nearly as much of a mess of himself as he normally did, though that still didn’t fix the primary problem that had resulted in all that vomiting.

“There we go. That must feel a lot better, huh?” Nadine asks calmly, pulling Salvatore in to rest against her chest once again, his face still turned downward and away in avoidance.

Although Salvatore does not grace her question with a response, the hooded man has long since given up trying to get away from the young woman, at this point just allowing her to move him however she pleased, taking in as much of her kindness and affection as he possibly could, before she inevitably hightails it out of here, of course. It was only a matter of time, at this rate.

“You know… you’re a lot bigger than I expected you to be” comes a sudden declaration from Nadine, breaking the silence that had permeated throughout the room and immediately pulling Salvatore from his dejected whimpering.

“I mean… I suppose I should have expected that, especially since most middle schoolers are taller than me, nowadays” the young woman continues with a lighthearted chuckle, “but you looked so small and stump-like from all the way up in that stupid pod that I couldn’t help but be a little surprised when I felt you had arms and legs. You could have very well had a snake for a body for all I knew and I still don’t think I’d have been as surprised, though this huge coat you're wearing certainly doesn’t make getting a good look at you very easy.”

“Th… that’s th-the point…” Salvatore mumbles, though seemingly more to himself than anyone else.

“Really? And why is that?” Nadine asks curiously, clearly having heard the older man’s muttering.

“I-if… if you k-knew me… you’d know… th-the answer to that q-question” Salvatore replies sadly, fresh tears beginning to prickle along his lower lid, threatening to spill over as the depressing reality of his meaningless existence makes itself more than obvious.

He was a filthy monster who deserved to spend the rest of his life alone and miserable, because why would something as unholy as him ever be worthy of anything else?

“Oh, now I don’t think that’s true at all. After all, I’d like to think I know you pretty well, and I still want to see what you look like” Nadine counters, her words shocking Salvatore beyond belief.

She… knew him? How? When? In what ways? What?

The only other time they’ve ever interacted was back in Mother Miranda’s laboratory. While the hooded man supposed his gifts could be aiding in Nadine’s surprisingly positive impression of him, he hesitated to call receiving a dress and a necklace from a random stranger “knowing” someone. How on earth could she say she knew him when, for all intents and purposes, they’ve only just met?

“B-b-but… h-how… how d-do you k-know… m-me? Y-you have… t-trouble… seeing… d-dont you? D-did… did y-you see me… b-back in the l-lab?” Salvatore asks, tears belonging to an unspecified emotion once again beginning to fall as a hand moves to gently grasp at the bones lining the top of his hood.

“Unfortunately no, I wasn’t able to get a good look at you before, hence why I was trying so hard to catch a glimpse of you earlier. You are, however, right in the assumption about my eyesight. I have severely impaired vision, yes, but it's manageable with a strong enough prescription; not that I see myself getting to an eye doctor anytime soon for a new pair of contacts. But even without my contact lenses, I can still make out general movements, as well as general shapes and colors, pretty easily from far away, it's just fine details from a distance and darkness that give me the most trouble. My vision is actually perfectly normal so long as whatever I’m looking at is within a few feet of me. If I looked down right now, I’d probably be able to see your face normally. Do you hide your face away from everyone around here?” the young woman asks curiously, gently pulling the dark fabric of the hood back, slowly revealing Salvatore’s face to the dim light of the room, even as her gaze remained locked on the wall behind them.

“N-not… e-everyone… th-there’s a f-few… who… who I sh-show my f-face to… regularly” Salvatore chokes.

Really?” Nadine asks, “like who?”

“M-my… siblings.”

“Oh, so you’re not the only one around here then? Are your siblings here in the reservoir?”

“N-no… th-they live… in o-other places… of th-their own… a-around the v-village.”

“Wow, so there is more of this place to explore, then!” Nadine states excitedly. “I’d love to get out and see more of the area for myself at some point, though I doubt that’s very wise given the amount of howling I’ve heard the past few nights and the fact I don’t know my way around this area... though, even if I did, that memory is probably long gone along with the fucking rest of them… not that I would have wanted to hold onto them anyways, I don’t think.”

Salvatore’s attention is caught by the last bit of Nadine’s statement, confusion filling him over what the younger woman could possibly mean by what she’d just said. “‘G-gone along w-with the rest o-of them?’... W-what… d-does that… what d-do you m-mean?”

Nadine remains silent for a moment as she continues to absentmindedly stroke the side of Salvatore’s head, the hooded man unable to tell what she could possibly be feeling right now without risking exposing his face to her.

Thankfully, Nadine resumes speaking before Salvatore loses patience and gets too risky. “My memory of the life I had before waking up in that damn pod is foggy at absolute best, but I don’t need my memories to know that I wasn’t very happy with my previous life and that I was actively trying to get away from it somehow. What exactly was I even running from and where was I going? Who knows, and frankly I don’t care to relearn it either. I do think it's quite funny that you were talking about me needing to go somewhere else because this place isn’t good enough for me though, because honestly, even if I could somehow get the hell out of here, it's not like I’d have anywhere else to go. Getting away from the shitty life I had before is probably how I ended up here to begin with, though if I’d known this was how things would end up I might have reconsidered throwing it all away so suddenly.”

Had it not been for Mother Miranda being there for him throughout the years, Salvatore would probably think much the same way as Nadine about the whole situation, but having Mother meant he always had a purpose and a goal to work towards, so it didn’t matter that Salvatore couldn’t return to his old life. What shocked the deformed man the most however, was the fact that Nadine appeared to not only already accept the fact that she couldn’t go back to her former life, but seemed to actively be searching for something, anything new to try and fill the void that had been left behind by the life she’d, more or less, willingly gave away to come up here.

Could… could this mean…?

“Thankfully my ability to make new memories doesn’t seem to have been fucked up at all, which I’m quite happy about since I'll be needing to make a lot to fill in the empty spaces in my brain. We met for the first time in the underground laboratory I was being kept in, though I suppose it was less ‘meeting’ and more ‘seeing’ for the first time, but… still. I don’t know why you were there, or who was with you at the time, but I remember waking up just before you were about to leave. There were a couple others who’d come, before you, to look at me and a couple others for some reason, but you were the one who stuck out the most, to me. You were… special!”

Shock and dumbfounded awe nearly choke the life right out of Salvatore. He could barely comprehend a single word the young woman was saying to him, yet he clung to every heavenly syllable she uttered like they were the foundations of the word of god itself. The pain and agony he normally felt due to his cadou mutations momentarily paused, slowly weaning from its usual constant thrum to a dull numbness that felt surprisingly euphoric in all it’s nothingness.

“S-special? Me?” Salvatore breathed, almost unable to believe the words, even as Nadine hummed in affirmation of their truth. “B-but… how…?”

The giddy chuckle Salvatore’s mundane question pulled from Nadine shook the deformed man to his very core. Her girlish laughter rattles violently around inside the deformed man’s head, playing the sweet, holy tune over and over again, like a broken record that Salvatore would happily go insane listening to for the rest of eternity if he could.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’d have assumed you knew exactly what you were doing with how sweetly you talked back there, why it's almost criminal how suavely you stroked and tugged at the strings of my delicate heart. All the others were so rude, boring, and/or annoying that I thought I might die if I ended up stuck with one of them, but then you came in and swept me right off my feet. It was like nothing else I’ve ever felt before and immediately told me that you weren’t like all the others, you were a kind man and if I ever ran into you I could tell I’d be able to trust you…” Nadine trails off for a moment. “When I learned that we were being moved out of containment and onto our “permanent homes”, I hoped and prayed that I’d be lucky enough to end up wherever you were, but I didn’t want to get too excited until I found out for certain.”

“Th-then how did y-you know… it-it was me?”

“How could I possibly not? You set yourself apart from all the others right out of the gate. I'm honestly shocked you don’t remember it yourself. But there's not a single doubt in my mind that I know exactly who you are… er- well, I suppose a more appropriate way of putting that would be “I know exactly who you are to me”, not that what other people say or think has ever really been something I’ve taken with more than a grain of salt” Nadine giggle beautifully, smiling kindly as she cradled Salvatore’s hoodless, tear soaked face against her, like he were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes upon and wanted to hold and protect him until the end of time.

Unable to look away any longer, Salvatore allows his head to rise from his knees until it settles upon the face of the woman currently cradling him in her arms. Her gaze remained turned away from Salvatore for a moment, though for some reason the hooded man had a feeling that it was more out of respect for him and his boundaries than a lack of desire to see his face.

What a strange thing, to be treated with more kindness, love, and respect from a complete stranger than from the majority of people you interact with.

Salvatore wanted to cry when Nadine’s golden eyes finally lowered to him, her face slowly shifting downwards until their noses were little more than an inch apart from one another, though whether his tears were from agony or ecstasy, even he couldn’t properly tell at the present moment. Only one question was on his mind and the deformed man would stop at nothing until he got an answer for it.

“W-who… who am I-I… t-to y-you?” Salvatore asks, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces himself to stare directly into the endless pool of honey yellow swirling around in her irises, wanting-no… needing to know, to see with his own two eyes, what exactly he was to this woman, and whether that answer would spell endless disaster for him and his deep seeded desires, or be the key that unlocks a world of possibilities almost as endless as the spheres of gold that Salvatore finds himself unable, or rather unwilling, to tear his gaze from, lest this be the first, and last time he ever be blessed enough to see them from this close.

A long moment of silence passes as Nadine returns Salvatores gaze, the fondness of her expression only growing as she lowers her forehead to rest against his, a soft, almost breathlessly enamored expression that he’d only seen on black and white screens cast toward men eons more pleasant to look at than he was, slowly spread across her perfect face as she finally answers Salvatore’s question.

“You’re the lovely man who held my hand!”

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stayinzencity · 4 years ago

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check out the other works written for The BBH Day Event hosted by @supermwritersnet ♡

member: birthday boy baekhyun (yes he's 29 now- it's for the alliteration)

pairing: none

genre: humor (idk what else to call this)

word count: 1.3K

warnings: sehun doesn’t wear a seatbelt (car safety is important!!), kpop references galore, suspension of disbelief is required to read this, there is no actual plot

summary: baekhyun doesn't remember what day it is. then he does. chaos ensues.

a/n: i sleep wrote half of this. idek what this is. please don't take this too seriously.

He only has one eye open, his head propped up by his hand and it's too early in the day for Baekhyun to be sure of anything, but he's pretty sure he isn't sitting with his friends.

He'd walked into the lecture hall and flung himself into what he'd thought was his usual seat, but he was sitting next to someone he'd never seen before.

On second thought, perhaps he did know him. Wasn’t it Chanyeol’s friend? Kim Myungsoo?

Speaking of Chanyeol… Baekhyun twists around to check if the rest of his gang was seated somewhere, laughing at him. Yet they were nowhere in sight. Was this even the right hall or had he gotten that wrong too?

"Excuse me." Baekhyun makes an attempt to get Myungsoo’s attention, however he’s too absorbed in his work to notice. Baekhyun tries again with a louder voice and waving a hand in front of him. "Excuse me!"

This time Myungsoo turns towards him, taking out an earbud and giving him a questioning glare.

"Sorry to bother you,” Baekhyun says with an awkward laugh. He runs a hand back through his hair. “Could you tell me which class this is? I think I might be lost." He apologises again. Just to be safe.

The student sighs and pushes his book towards Baekhyun so that he can read the title. Baekhyun rubs his eyes and tries to focus on the words. Oh. His name was Kyungsoo. And Baekhyun was in fact in the correct class.

Maybe today was bunk day, and that's why there weren’t as many students. Or maybe for once Baekhyun had arrived early.

This morning he'd woken up, noticed his roommate had already left, and hadn't checked the time as he rushed to get to class. He wasn’t even sure what day it was. Was it the third day of May? Or was it still April?

Suddenly, his friends pop up from the benches in front of and behind him. “Happy birthday, Baekhyun!” Oh right. It was May 6.

They place the ice cream cake before him. Twenty nine candles were arranged haphazardly on it. His face was on the cake.

At least the cake wasn’t on his face. Yet. There’d by cake flying soon if this went anything like the usual birthday celebration.

However they were still in the lecture hall. Which was equipped with cameras. That were (un)fortunately working. So maybe the caketastrophe wouldn’t happen. For now. It was always possible that they had something else planned for him outside. Maybe he should stake out in the campus until it was safe.

Someone screams. Soda splashes over him and soaks his clothes.

Kyungsoo hadn’t escaped either and if looks could kill everyone around him would be dead. Especially Chanyeol who was behind the spill.

It wasn’t entirely his fault since someone had tripped and bumped into him which had sent the cup in his hand flying. But Kyungsoo did not seem to be in the mood to debate technicalities.

Baekhyun wakes up when the alarm ring ding dongs.

He checks the time and the day. It was May 6. And he’d be on time to class if he hurries.

But did he really want to be there? His so called friends were waiting for him to arrive so that they could sacrifice him to the birthday demons. Maybe it be wiser to sneak away while he could.

Also how did he forget his friend? Does Kyungsoo already know somehow? Is Baekhyun going to live to see tomorrow?

With these thoughts racing through his head, he runs out the door, straight into Jongdae. Literally. Head banging, air knocked out of his lungs, man on man. Jongdae shoves him off. His sinister smile makes its appearance.

That was Baekhyun’s cue. He doesn’t wait for whatever Jongdae was about to say and tunes out the screeches as he runs for his life.

At one point he realised he was heading towards the campus. Was that the right choice? He’d be found there, for sure, but maybe the cameras would give him the protection he needed until the day ended. Or would it be better to hide somewhere they had less of a chance of finding him?

“I’mma shake it, shake it, shake it, like it was my birthday.” A car comes around the corner blasting a song at an obnoxiously loud volume.

The front window rolls down and Chanyeol pokes his head out. “Get in,” he shouts.

Kai sports his evil grin from the driver’s seat and Sehun lays asleep in the backseat. Which was definitely not safe. At the moment Baekhyun did not have the time or will to point that out.

Of course, Baekhyun doesn’t get in. He sprints into the woods. Which almost seem to appear out of nowhere. Wasn’t there supposed to be a park there?

When he finally stops to catch his breath, there was no sight of his pursuers. Also he was off trail, and very lost. Plus it was getting dark.

He slumps against the tree and slowly slides to the ground. He was going to perish all alone, he thinks as he becomes one with the soil on the ground.

Someone sticks a flashlight in his face. A security guard peers down at him. “Hey! What on earth are you doing here?” It definitely isn’t a judging look he’s giving Baekhyun. “The park is closed for the night.”

Oh. So Baekhyun hadn’t wandered into a forest where the wild would chew him up and spit him out. It was a park like he'd first suspected.

The light was getting awfully bright. Soon all Baekhyun could see was white. He closes his eyes.

When he opens them, he found himself in a laundromat. There was a woman doing aerobics? Zumba? Where was the door?

Baekhyun walks out and finds himself in front of an apartment complex. There’s a group of boys serenading and dancing. He’d take the time to appreciate their performance, especially since they were being nice greeting everyone hello, however he didn’t have time to spare. His friends were after him. Who knew where they’d come from this time?

Somehow Baekhyun wanders into a warehouse. It’s raining inside even though there isn’t a cloud outside. A group is performing some kind of angsty interpretive dance. There’s mud, sweat and rain. One of the guys rips his shirt open and starts laughing diabolically.

It’s definitely time to leave. One of the doors leads to a room where what seems to be a sing/dance off is taking place.

“Tell me your wish. I’m genie for you, boy. Tell me your wish. I’m genie for your wish. Tell me your wish. I’m genie for your dreams,” the girl group sings.

Meanwhile, the boy group sings, “It’s your birthday. It’s your birthday. It’s your birthday. It’s your birthday. Now make a wish.”

Slightly flustered, Baekhyun contemplates making a wish. Getting the day to end sooner so he doesn’t have to endure this?

The performances are fine- he hasn’t forgotten his friends are still after him though, even if he hasn’t seen them since he run run run himself into the woods. He is currently convinced all of this is a fever dream.

“Cheer up, baby!” A cheerleader cheers. Baekhyun has no idea how he ended up in a gymnasium.

Someone hands him a paper, he signs his autograph and hands it back to them, before he hurries out.

He finished high school years ago, and he did not want to go back to those times.

There was a group of five boys performing outside on the lawn with sprinklers on. Baekhyun was once again felt the temptation to stay.

How much longer until the day ended? He might actually escape this time.

Hands grab him from both sides.

“I don’t think so.”

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toruhalo · 4 years ago

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Psychotic (3/?)

Pairings: Ledger!Joker x Female OC

Wordcount: 1622

Warnings: blood and injury, self-destructive thoughts, threats, manipulation?

previous chapter: 2

A/N: I hope people still read this lol and idk if it’s even good but writing Joker makes me happy

Tranquility. The dense humid air sweeps through the forest floor, leaving behind droplets of water in its wake. She can feel the nearby leaves brushing her calves and fingertips as Violet observes her surroundings. She feels comforted, as if she was surrounded by people who cherished her. In the distance rests a foggy view of a waterfall, glowing green from underneath. Vines begin to entangle and caress her as she walks towards the source of the light.

"Violet?" the voice whispers.

"... You okay?"

She elevates her head from her hands to see Sharpener looking at her with furrowed brows. She blinks to regain her eyesight and leans back in her chair.

"I-I didn't realize I fell asleep. Sorry..."

Sharpener chuckled, "It's okay, if my story was so boring you could've told me."

Violet smiles and begins to daintily pick at her food in her tray. Her thoughts begin turning to the dream she just had. The environment she recalled made her ache to witness it once again, as it conveyed a feeling of belonging. A feeling Violet isn't familiar with.

"Blonde Barbie, two o'clock," Sharpener snickers.

Violet looks up at the cafeteria counter to instantly see the one and only Doctor Harleen Quinzel. She quickly grabs two trays of decent looking food from one of the workers and makes her way out of the room. Violet huffs and takes a bite out of her bland, discolored lasagna. She knew that Joker was currently having a session with Harleen, so was she getting lunch for the two of them? A date?

"Woah there, what'd that spork do to you?" Sharpener slides the plastic utensil from her deathly grip. Flecks of blood followed the movement and pooled in her palm. Sharpener grimaced and handed her his leftover napkin.

"T-thank you. I wasn't thinking," she mumbles.

"Clearly..."

The two fell into mutual silence while the rest of the cafeteria continuously grew louder. Violet's thoughts instantly began to swarm her mind while mindlessly finishing her lunch. She recalls the time Joker reassured her that he was only using Harleen for his own gain, but as days passed she began to consider, what if he was lying to gain her trust? She didn't know him very well, but she suspects no one does. Why would J like her out of all people, if he could even like anyone that way.

“You gonna tell me why you got so angry when you saw that doctor?" Sharpener inquires.

"I-I don't l-like her very much."

Sharpener laughs, "I can tell that much. Is she your psychiatrist?"

"No... She's my fr-" Violet stopped herself. Was J even her friend? What was he to her? A silly crush at the most, she thought. "Someone I-I talk to is her p-patient."

"Hmm. And here I thought I was the only one you talked to..." Sharpener jokes. "Who is it? You don't have to tell me, I wouldn't care much."

"The J-Joker," Violet mumbles. She figured it might help to talk about him to someone else, other than Doctor LeLand who clearly doesn't perceive him in a good light.

Sharpener furrows his brow, "Are you sure it's him?" Violet nods. "Huh. You're the last person I would think who would have enough balls to even look at him, let alone hold conversations with him."

Violet freezes and slowly picks up her tray. "And y-you're the last person I would think to say t-that to me." She stands up and makes her way to the trash cans, leaving a stunned Sharpener behind.

The bed frame squeals loudly as Violet harshly sits down on top of it, not even bothering watching the guard lock her cell door, as she routinely does. She could feel her eyes start to burn with fresh tears as she tried calming herself down. Yet to no avail, one leaks as she's overwhelmed from her deteriorating self-worth. The more she thought, the more she agreed with what Sharpener said. Joker was the one who started talking to her, Joker was the one who prompted the conversations. She had nothing to give to J. She was worthless, and she can't even talk without stuttering. Her parents were right about everything; she realized. J had to be manipulating her, she couldn't think of another reason why he would talk to her so much.

The sound of a door creaking open swayed her out of her manic state. She shifts to unfortunately see Joker standing in her cell, same as the day he lied to her about Harleen. He smiles slyly and holds up an ID card of an Arkham employee in his stained hand.

"Here's the secret to the magic trick. Figured I might as well, uh, show ya."

Violet quickly wipes away her tears and turns her head opposite of him. She could already feel his attentive gaze burning a hole in her head, which made her heart rate increase from merely thinking about it. As she didn't respond, Joker took a seat next to her, tapping the card against his palm in frustration. She could still feel his eyes roaming her and even heard his breaths coming out of his nose. He suddenly huffs and stands up, walking to the toilet sink combo in the corner of the cell. He promptly tears off toilet paper, wets it in the sink and walks back to the low bed. J stops in front of Violet and crouches on one knee, causing them roughly to be the same height. Violet's heart is now pumping furiously in her chest now, and she's sure Joker can overhear it from how close he is.

Still refusing to look at him, she jumps when he grasps her injured hand and turns her palm upwards. Joker glides the water soaked toilet paper onto her hand, gently cleaning up the dried smeared blood.

"You don't, uh, belong here, doll. You and me both. We belong out in the city of darkness. Causing chaos. We can't be restrained. We're like, uh, wild animals. If we're kept inside a... cage, we'll itch to get out, so we can live." He threw the bloody wad of toilet paper over his shoulder and grabbed Violet's other hand in his own.

"That's why I'm getting us out of here. I can see it's, uh, eating you up inside."

"Why me?" Violet whispers.

Joker laughs through his nose, "Because, my porcelain doll. You have yet to live up to your full potential." He slowly retracts his hands from hers and stands back up. Violet already feels cold without his rare touch. "We'll, uh, talk more tomorrow."

Weeks pass until the two decide to put their escape plan into action. Violet had forgiven Sharpener the day after he insulted her, as he sincerely apologized. Now, she was trying to convince Joker to bring him with them during their escape.

"He can't come," Joker almost growls.

"W-why not? He's nice to me and he's been in here a w-while."

"I don't care if he's the nicest guy in the world. He's not coming."

"What if he a-agrees to work for you?"

J sighs and cracks his neck. Violet continues to look at him with her puppy dog eyes, never looking away. Joker chuckles and leans towards her, entangling his hand in her long hair.

"How about... I, uh, come meet him...and decide for myself. Would you be happy then and, uh, stop nagging me?"

Having J with Violet during lunchtime is a strange sensation. Him being next to her, causes all eyes to be on them at all times. He's a notorious criminal, who has never stepped foot in the cafeteria. That would make anyone stare at him. However, Violet seems to be the only one affected by it. J is humming to himself while eating her pudding, not bothered by the dozens of gazes on himself and his companion.

"Aren't ya... gonna eat that?" He points at her breadstick.

"I-I don't like to eat when p-people are staring."

Joker hums and sets his pudding cup down.

"They're harmless. Just a bit... looney," he chuckles. That doesn't seem to ease her worries, so he stands up at the table. "If you, uh, keep staring at us like the creeps you are, I'll, uh, cut your tongues out of your mouths in your sleep," he exclaims with malice.

Instantly, everyone looks away, no set of eyes are locked on the pair anymore. Violet smiles and picks up her breadstick she was craving.

"T-thank you," Violet says before taking a bite.

"...It was becoming, uh, irritating."

Sharpener finally shows up at the table, setting his tray down next to Violet's. His brows are furrowed in confusion at the intruder, nudging Violet to get an answer.

"O-oh, hi Sharpie."

"Sharpie?" Joker questions.

Sharpener coughs and sits down, "I guess that's a nickname of my nickname."

J turns back to his pudding and eats a spoonful. Violet can tell Joker doesn't like Sharpener already, but it won't hurt to try harder.

"S-sharpener has e-experience of working for someone. I-I think he could be h-helpful to you, J," Violet takes a deep breath after finishing her sentence.

Joker eats another bite and talks with his mouth full, "For who?"

"Sal Maroni. He died in a car crash, so I lost my job and eventually ended up here."

J laughs and swallows the last of the pudding, "How, uh, unfortunate... But, I work very differently from Mister Maroni."

"I've noticed... But I don't care who or what my boss does, I just do what they ask of me."

Joker looks at Violet between the two men who's staring at her food, "If he screws me over, I'll screw you over, dollface."

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 4 years ago

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A Painful Discovery//Obi Wan X Reader Forever Series: Part 8

Summary: You discover the truth about who you ended up on Courscant.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Whole lotta angst! like, alot. tiny bit of fluff, typos, messy plot.

A/N:So.....This is the last official chapter in the series! There will be an epilogue wrapping everything up and I know that this is kinda....messy? idk. I’ll make a longer post about this but writing this series has been a wild ride and my writing has improved SOOOOOO much! Also, the name of the series is finally gonna make sense! Thank you to everyone who as been reading this!

Your hands laid tightly clasped in your lap as you looked out the ship’s window, into a world of seemingly endless stars. The sound of your foot tapping against the metal floor echoed through the otherwise silent ship. Your wide eyes stared at the book that sat in a nearby seat. It looked unassuming, as if someone dropped it there without a second thought, but truth be told it was the most honored and feared passenger aboard the ship.

Your mind wandered back through time. To ignorantly picking up that book a lifetime ago, finding yourself in a strange space place, learning, growing, falling in love. Realizing that there was a possibility of going home again and knowing, deep in your heart that you had to figure it out what happened.

Behind you, you heard the heavy footsteps of Obi Wan retreating from the cockpit.

“Hi.” You said quietly, eyes still focused on the blue glow of the window.

“How are you feeling?” You bit your lip as you contemplated your answer.

“Scared.” You decided finally. “I know that’s not very...Jedi of me.”

His warm reassuring hand found its place on your shoulder. “There is no shame in ‘scared,’ darling.”

You looked up at him with grateful eyes. He moved to sit next to you, letting his hand come to rest protectively on your thigh. “We, um, we haven’t talked about some stuff yet.” A thick tension crawled between the two of you. It had a name, but you could place it at the moment.

“I know.” The two of you both had been regretting this conversation. You took a deep breath, before diving headfirst into the difficult.

“If I figure out how I got here, figure out… how I can get home. What do we do?” You stared up at him, tearful, “I love you Obi Wan, but I also have a home. I...I know I can’t have both. If I leave, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find my way back. I can feel that this is my only chance.”

“Do you truly want my advice?” You nodded. “When the time comes, let go. Feel the force run through you, be one with it. You'll know what the right choice is.”

Without a word you wrapped your arms around Obi’s neck and pulled him in a tight embrace, letting your tears dampen the shoulder of his robes. He cradled the back of your head, praying to whatever was out there that he would get to hold you like this a thousand times more. A lifetime more. But he wasn't going to hold you back if it was what you desired.

“I am very concerned for your safety, you know. The book's warnings seem...quite dire.” In unison, your eyes fell on the ever ominous book.

“I have to try.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. A silence once again filled the ship. “Whatever happens, I am so fucking glad I met you.” Obi Wan smiles before placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“I love you too.”

The fear of saying goodbye. That was the name.

***

Your limbs felt heavy as you walked off of the ship onto the planet, the book dragging you down as you cradled it in your arms. The planet was lush and green with mountains, fields, and a never ending downpour of rain assaulting from above. Obi walked down the ramp to meet you, carefully placing his cloak upon your shoulders.

“Thank you.” He nodded solemnly.

“I’m hoping that you have read about what we are to do?”

“Yes, you see that hill.” You pointed towards a small hill a mile or so off. Even from where you stood you could see that it was surrounded by mammoth trees in a perfect circle. “We go there.”

“The book said this?”

“No. I did.”

The quiet trek towards your destination was grueling. The two of you were soaked to the bone when you arrived at the top. It was the best you could do to keep from shaking, from the cold or nerves, you knew not which. You stood there next to him for a moment, taking in the sight of the perfectly symmetrical circle of trees that towered above you, the branches reaching out, covering up any type of light with the exception of the center, which was clear, allowing the rain to pour down in sheets.

“What does the translation say now?” You looked back down at the book in your hands, slightly damp from being hidden under your soaking robes. Pulling it close to you, you flipped through the pages to find the translation note.

“Meditate. Just sit wherever I’m drawn too, here, and meditate”

“Really?”

“Yeah, seems a little anticlimactic.” You laughed nervously. You turned on your heel to look up at Obi, unsure of what to say. He softly brought his hand down to stroke your check before leaning down to press your lips to him. You closed your eyes and let yourself be enveloped in the tender embrace. It seemed that no words were needed. Reluctantly, you pulled back, staring up at him and his breathtaking blue eyes, wondering if it was the last time you'd ever see them.

Pushing that thought from your mind, you turned and walked out into the center of the clearing, letting the rain pour down on you as if it didn't exist. You sat yourself down on the grassy floor and let yourself simply be. You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to let everything go, to connect with everything and be one with it all. Instead it felt like you were standing on the edge of an empty void. Calling out impossible questions that it refused to answer.

After an eternity, or at least several hours spent in the chilling outdoors, you broke your concentration to look at obi who was silently watching you from where he sat by the base of one of the trees.

“This is taking a lot longer than I expected.” You said sheepishly.

“That's quite alright. I am very familiar with the difficulties of meditation.” You smiled.

“You can wait with the ship if you want, it is pretty nasty out here.”

“Darling, don't think for a second that I’ll leave your side.”

“I could be hours, and I might not actually find out anything today.” You told him playfully. “You say you’ll wait but how long are you actually willing to stay out here with me?”

He looked at you with a gaze that pierced right through your heart. “Forever.”

***

A few more hours had passed. The grey light that had once barely lit the sky transformed into an all-consuming black that even with the rain was somehow laced with the gentleness of the shining stars. Your fingertips lightly rested on the soft grass, letting you feel your energy connect with them, channeling it all the way down through the planet and up to the sky where it danced with the stars. Once again you were faced with that infinite void looming over you, holding the answers you so desperately needed. But instead of yelling, of trying to force your way in as you had been trying to do for hours, you tried something different. You took a deep breath and simply let it in as opposed to fighting it.

It was as if a switch had been flicked. With that simple action everything was unveiled to you. You gasped out in pain as it all flashed through your head, almost too fast to comprehend. Obi Wan jumped up, knowing, feeling through the force that something had changed. You stood up as images filled your mind, overwhelming you. Destruction, chaos, and you? You were saved, by what, from what? There was something missing, a piece the universe still had to show you.

“No, no no no.” You cried under your breath. It was too much. It hurt, it couldn't be possible, it wasn't. Tears streamed down your cloudy eyes as you screamed. Obi Wan ran towards you. He caught you as you collapsed under yourself, your eyes a strange milky white as if you were in some kind of trance. Or nightmare.

You slowly recovered in his arms, wailing and clinging to him, unable to believe what you had witnessed.

“What is it, What’s wrong?”

“It's gone, it's all gone! I-I don’t know how.” You shook in his arms, the rain pouring down on the both of you. “Oh my god, I’m alone.” It was as if you simply broke. He held you, (For what else could he do?) as you fell apart in his grasp, your sobs blending in with the pitter patter of that rain.

Obi Wan could feel it too, In the force that surrounded you. He pieced it together as he held you tightly. He figured out that all this time, everything you knew, everything you fought to get back in your life, had been gone, obliterated, simply lost. And that you, by some miracle were different. He didn't know if it was the book or your force sensitivity but something had saved you. But could it really be called “saved” if everything you knew was gone?

His heart ached for you as everything inside you collapsed. it was all he could do to hold you as the rain poured down.

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