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#zeno's art#ocs#reassassination#octavia krankenstein#dr rigor krankenstein#got some questions for you guys#1. what do you think of this slightly updated color pallete for tavia...#her colors change based on lighting but i wanted to experiment with a darker toned red rather than her usual pinky red#2. what do we think of the speech bubbles + font#is it readable? i think it looks cool but i don't want my comic to be unintelligible lol#and 3. what do we think of that logo....#also octavia will prob wear masks most of the time when doing her assassin work tho#def not the same mask all the time i want some fun variety#like her having to grab some random shit in an emergency and use that
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Operation: Shut Down
『♡』 fem!reader x bakugo ╰➤ ꒰ Senior year of UA | Characters are all 18 ꒱ ♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡ summary: during their senior year of UA, midoriya, bakugo and todoroki return to endeavor's agency for senior internships. while on a supervised patrol, bakugo experiences his first 'failure' as a hero-in-training and takes it extremely hard. reader makes an attempt to care for his fragile state when he returns to the dorms. tags & warnings: failed mission, ptsd/trauma, mentions of blood/gore/violence, depression & anxiety, mild angst, emotional comfort, semi-fluff, bakugo and midoriya hug!? a/n: similar to the "tidal wave" story, but this one is a bit grittier and heavier subject matter. hopefully this also isn't too OOC for bakugo! i figure at some point during their time at UA, or in the field, they’ll have to go through something similar to this on their own. ꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 2,671 ꒱
Ahh, Saturday mornings - one of your favorite times of the week! There's something refreshing about being free from classes, surrounded by all your friends as you laze around the dorms. Yourself and Bakugo are usually the first two awake, often bumping into each other in the kitchen for breakfast. Midoriya and Kirishima are typically next, followed by a random assortment of the rest of the class. One thing's for certain, though, Kaminari is always the last one awake. Jiro swears it annoys the shit out of her that she needs to have an extra alarm to get him up, but he never fails to make her smile when she does.
Today, the dorms are on the quieter side as most of the class are off at their senior internships for a long weekend. You completed yours a few weeks prior, leaving yourself and Kirishima, Kaminari, Ashido and Yaoyorozu hanging around this weekend. Meandering toward the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal, you run into Midoriya, sitting at the small table - alone.
"Hey! I thought you guys were gone 'til Monday?" you ask, confused as to why he's back early. As you approach the table, you see the somber emotion painted across his face, the usual radiance in his eyes dulled.
"Oh, hey y/n. Yeah, we got back late last night."
There's something unsettling about the way he said "late last night." He still hasn't looked up at you. You place a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention.
"Everything okay?" He jumps a bit at your touch, startling you. He's not typically this jumpy. "You look like you've seen a ghost, Zu."
You can see he swallows nervously, his eyes glued to the table.
"Christ, Izuku! You're scaring me, spit it out already!" you urge, growing impatient with his evasiveness.
Midoriya finally turns to face you, his face not able to hide the fact he didn't sleep last night, the darkness growing under his eyes.
"It's Kacchan...," he starts, stopping for longer than you were comfortable with before continuing quietly. "He's in his room and hasn't come out since last night. He won't talk to me or Shouto."
Your stomach cartwheels with a sour feeling.
"You can't just say that and not give me more background on what the hell you're talking about."
He shifted uncomfortably in the diner chair, placing his head in his hands on the table.
"We were on a supervised patrol with Endeavor after dinner last night. The three of us were responsible for escorting a family across the city when Endeavor received an emergency call, taking Kacchan with him and leaving myself and Shouto responsible for the original task."
Midoriya paused, letting out a soft exhale.
"While on the emergency call, Endeavor ended up getting hurt -," he puts his hands up, waving them as he quickly interrupts himself to say he's fine before putting his head back down. "- due to a fall. Supposedly, the villain they were pursuing took advantage of that as a distraction. Kacchan was able to subdue him..."
Again with the damn pauses.
"...but?" You try not to sound too annoyed, but can't help it. You loved Izuku dearly, but he really needed to learn to get to the damn point.
"...but the civilian he captured wasn't so lucky."
What the hell does that mean?
Something in your gut tells you to sit down for whatever it is he's going to say next. You take the seat next to him, placing a hand on his thigh for reassurance.
"You...don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Zu," your tone shifting from your previous annoyance to concern.
He puts a hand on top of yours and gives it a squeeze. "T-thanks, but it's okay. Maybe you could try to talk with him? I had Kirishima try, too with no luck."
"Okay, sure. Do you wanna tell me what happened, then?"
You're not really sure if you should know, at this point. If Bakugo's locked himself in his room and refuses to speak to anyone? Some serious shit must have happened. He's not one to completely shutdown and isolate himself, let alone from Midoriya and Kirishima.
"The...civilian didn't make it. The villain planted a bomb inside of the civilian as, uh...a backup plan, I guess. It went off as Kacchan was escorting them to the ambulance for evaluation."
Your stomach stirs a second time, afraid to confirm what you think happened. "...so, you're telling me he saw someone...explode?"
He hesitates. "Y-yeah. Endeavor told us he went into shock, which isn't like him at all but completely normal, all things considered. He went non-verbal until we got back last night. He didn't even yell, told us he was going to bed, walked off and slammed the door."
"Fucking hell...do you know if he at least got some sleep on the drive back?"
"Funny enough, yeah. He fell asleep on my shoulder." He smiles faintly, trying to look at the positive in this situation. You can't help but smile, too, imagining Bakugo passed out on him without a care in the world.
Midoriya rubs two fingers against his temple - he's intensely fighting to stay awake. But who could blame him? His best friend just went through something extremely traumatic and he doesn't know the best way to help him.
You rub his back, attempting to calm his visible anxiety.
"Alright, I'll tag in. Please Izuku, go to bed. You need to rest," you assert, knowing that he would keep himself up until he physically couldn't stand if it meant helping a friend - especially Bakugo.
"Yeah. Thank you, y/n," Midoriya says wearily. As he stands, you jump up from your own seat to wrap him in a tight hug. He accepts, sighing into your shoulder as his body deflates into yours.
"Come on, I'll walk you back to your room."
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After you walk Midoriya back to his dorm room, you go inside with him for a few minutes to be sure he actually gets into bed. He lazily crawls under the sheets, letting you tuck him in as his eyes are fluttering closed. You pat his head and mutter a 'night Zu' as you tip-toe to the door, carefully shutting it behind you.
Jogging up to the 4th floor, you make your way down the hall to Bakugo's room. You stand outside for a moment before knocking twice.
No response.
You give him a few seconds before knocking again.
Nothing. You don't hear any movement on the other side of the door, either. Maybe he's asleep?
One final try before you give up and resort to calling him.
Thudding footsteps are stomping on the floor from inside his room after the third set of knocks. The sudden sound shocks you as the door flies open, Bakugo's scowling face emerging from behind it, the whites of his eyes faintly pink in color. Has he been crying?
"God dammit, nerd! I fuckin' told you -," He doesn't notice it's you right away as he's shouting in your face. Once the realization sets in, he visibly recoils at his mistake. "...sorry. Thought you were Izuku."
"I could go dye my hair and draw freckles on if you wanna yell at me," you joke.
He doesn't laugh - not even an eyeroll.
Your heart sinks.
Neither of you say anything, standing there awkwardly as the air thickens between the two of you. Bakugo audibly exhales and you can't tell if he's annoyed, angry or...sad.
"Can I come in?" you ask humbly.
He says nothing, retreating back into his room - but, he leaves the door open for you. You take that as an accepted invitation, coming inside and closing the door behind you. He sits on his bed, knees tucked up to his chest as he scoots back to the wall.
Seeing Bakugo like this tugs at your heartstrings, despondent and detached, the opposite of any emotions he'd usually carry. You follow him to the bed and quietly ask permission to sit with him.
"Do you want me to sit with you, Kat?"
He doesn't move, just answers with a muted 'whatever.'
As gentle as you can, you climb onto the bed and shimmy next to him, back against the wall. You'll take this as a win, especially since Midoriya mentioned him not answering anyone else. You're about to say something as you hear a sniffle, confirming your suspicions.
Bakugo was and has been crying.
You reach over to put a hand in his hair in an attempt to comfort him. Instantaneously, he smacks your hand away - hard - and a spark jumps off his palm. Normally, he'd let you touch him without an issue - to an extent, of course, but right now? You understand why he wouldn't want any physical touch.
"Okay, I'll sit here as long as you want," you affirm, retracting your hand and pulling your own knees to your chest. "You don't have to say anything."
With that, the flood gates busted wide open. Bakugo whips his head in your direction, his nose red and eyes swollen, and frantically scrambles on to you. The two of you fall sideways into the pillows at the head of the bed as he wraps his arms around you into an awkward embrace. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, latching onto the back of your shirt with an ironclad grip as he begins to sob.
You have never heard him cry this hard over anything, not even after his fight with Midoriya back in their first year.
You don't wait for Bakugo to say anything before you're cradling him against you, one hand delicately stroking his hair while the other massages light circles on his back.
"I've got you, Katsuki, it's okay," you whisper soothingly while trying your damndest to stop yourself from crying along with him. You wish, more than anything in the world, that you could physically remove the memory from his brain to free him of this trauma.
"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay as long as you want."
He doesn't respond, only pushes himself deeper into your embrace. You can feel the material of your shirt sticking to your skin at your collarbone from his snot and tears, and you're definitely going to have bruises on your back from his fingers digging into you for support. None of that matters though in the moment, what matters is that he's getting the initial shock out of his system.
You're not too sure how long you both lay there, but with time, you can tell Bakugo's calming down by his sobs mellowing out. His body begins to loosen up, the tension melting from his tightened grip around you. And then you hear it - a low snore.
He'd fallen asleep.
You tilt your head back to get a look at his face. His features have relaxed around his puffy eyes and pink nose. Without thinking, you run a hand through his bangs, exposing his forehead and press a tender kiss to it. He doesn't stir and continues to take deep, sleepy breaths.
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Bakugo wakes an hour later, dazed and exhausted. When he starts to shift in your arms, you open your eyes. You give him a hearty smile as he releases his hold, rolling onto his back next to you.
"Mornin' sunshine. How're you feeling?"
He snorts as his eyes focus on the ceiling. "Like shit."
He pauses before looking back at you. "But less than before. Thanks. I'm just fuckin' tired."
"You scared me, I've never seen you that upset before," you admit. "You don't have to talk about it now, or ever, just know that I'm here for whatever you need."
"I don't even know what to say about it. Shit sucked, but it's what we signed up for." He's very monotone, but at least he's talking.
You roll over to face him. "I'm sorry you had to see it."
Bakugo sighs. "'S what it is. I'll get over it. Endeavor told me the first one is the hardest, better to get it outta the way before becomin' a pro."
Damn, that made your heart ache.
"Just 'cause we wanna help people doesn't mean we can't also ask the same for ourselves. Heroes need a hero, too."
He lolls his head to the side and stares at you, a gleam in his tired eyes. "...yeah."
The room is silent as the two of you take a break from the rough conversation. If he doesn't want to continue talking, you don't push it. Instead, you offer a distraction.
"I'd love to take you hiking today, if you're up for it," you say with enthusiasm. "I know how much you love that one trail nearby with the overlook of the city."
Bakugo felt his heart flutter at the proposal, confusing the hell out of him, but offered a sense of comfort that he needed. He loved that you remembered something so niche about his interests.
"Maybe tomorrow."
"Sure! You tell me how early you wanna go and I'll get my ass out of bed. Just for you," you tease, jokingly smacking his arm. "We can get lunch on the way back from the hike, too. Wherever you wanna go!"
Between the swirl of emotions from earlier and how sweet you're being to him now, he's overwhelmed with a feeling he can't quite place.
"Y/N, can I ask you something?" he asks abruptly.
Well, that came out of nowhere.
"Always, Kat. What is it?"
He stalls his follow up, seeming to think a little longer on how he wans to phrase his question.
"Why...are you here with me?"
His question baffles you. "Because you're my best friend?"
Best friend, he repeats in his head.
You notice the pondering look in his eyes as he turns to face you, shifting to lay on his side.
"It's because I care deeply about you, Katsuki. Nothing'll ever change that."
"...promise?" His voice is shaky, a nervousness to his tone.
You reach out and touch his cheek, stroking it lovingly with your thumb.
"Is that even a question? Yes, I promise. You're stuck with my ass forever, like it or not. I’ll be cheering for you every step of the way."
He laughs - genuinely.
And then he smiles. Your heart soars into the heavens.
"There's my favorite firecracker!" you boast, squishing his cheek in your hand.
Bakugo huffs at the sudden affection, a dusting of pink on his cheeks and nose.
"Th' fuck?!" he curses, playfully poking your forehead. "I'm not a firecracker!"
“Coulda fooled me, Mr. Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”
The two of you play fight, cackling like children as the tension melts from the room.
Even if it’s just for a little while, Bakugo forgot about the agonizing dread from hours ago.
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Later on in the dorm lobby, you’re sitting on the couch with Bakugo, feet in his lap watching TV as he’s reading a book. Midoriya comes prancing into the room, fresh faced from his nap. His eyes brighten when he sees Bakugo on the couch.
“Hey guys! Kacchan, how are you feeling?” he asks cheerfully, taking a seat on the couch next to him.
Unexpectedly, Bakugo wraps an arm over Midoriya’s shoulder, tugging him into his side.
“Fine, nerd. Thanks.” He lets go, puts a hand on his head and roughly fluffs his curls - just like when they were kids. Midoriya is so taken aback that he doesn’t say anything, he just smiles and relaxes next to him.
“What are we watching?”
You lean sideways to catch a glimpse of the boys together on the couch, co-existing without any negativity. Even after all the shit life throws at them, they still find ways to shove it all away to enjoy each other’s company. Sometimes, they just need a little help getting back to that mentality.
A silent huff escapes you as you lay back into the couch.
These boys are going to be the death of me.
i love these goobers and wanna buy them a lifetime’s worth of ice cream and take them to disney world to make them happy :’)
#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#bakugo angst#bakugo x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugo x y/n#katsuki bakugo#my hero academia#bakugo katsuki#dynamight#bnha#mha#☆.rei writes
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For any of your cryptid batfam AUs. We know Batman thinks criminals are superstitious and cowardly. So how superstitious should most Gothamites be? What are some of the superstitions and things they do because of that? And what random BS do the Bat kids do to actively encourage the superstitions because they think it’s funny?
Vibrates in headcanons.
Okay, so, this is less just the criminals of Gotham- a lot of goons are just trying to put food on the table after all- and more of, Gothamites in general. Like they have good reason to be superstitious.
Like everyone already knows about the Court of Owls, if nothing else then from the Rhyme they use to get children to behave. But Gotham? Is Weird with a capital W even in canon. There are literal streets that disappear and only reappear on certain days, areas where on specific days gravity just doesn't work right, several portals to hell have been opened just in Arkham alone, and there's enough curses and cults to smother any other place.
Funnily enough I am actually currently working on a story that focuses a bit more on the superstitions of Gotham lol. Like a lot of this stuff? Not shit you're going to see in the more tourist-esque spots, but those are death traps already.
Now a lot of the habits and myths of Gotham start out as a thing about Survival. It started less with things about the Bats and more about the Rogues and how to survive.
Tiny plant boxes meticulously cared for, after one noticed how plants react when Ivy is around. They line the windows of almost every home despite the smog, and some even pray through them for their Mother to not attack today.
Small scarecrow dolls, made of grass balls and cloth hang from overhangs on roofs with rope like a hangman, a charm in hopes that the one walking the streets will leave them alone. It ends with some claiming that if you rip the head from the body of cloth, the Scarecrow will come for you.
Small candles and lanterns begin to appear on the windowsills of children, their own homemade batsignals. Some say if you're very good, gifts will appear beside it, while others claim that if you're very bad, the Signal will appear and take you away.
Tiny shrines appear on rooftops over the years, meticulously carved statuettes within. It started with one for the Second Robin, and some whisper about how the Red Hood emerged from it, was reborn through their prayers and gifts. Now there are more, offerings ranging from snacks to child's drawings to figures of clay. No one dares take things from it, the last time someone tried... well, let's just say it didn't end well.
The thing is? The Bats don't even have to do much to encourage this, and don't usually even do it on purpose.
Everyone knows what happened to the ones who tried to be a vigilante. They know of the first Batgirl, humanity slowly dripped away the longer she huddled in the Bat's shadow until she was twisting around just like it. Any child who had been making their own costumes, their parents burned it that night, terrified that the Bat would take their children to be its own next. The small child, everyone knew about him, a wee little thing with a camera clutched against his chest. They all saw him run after the Bats despite the protests, saw him run towards the Bat as bodies crumbled before it. They saw him grab its arm with such tiny hands, and the Bat, grieving, stopped. They all saw the Bat whisk him away, and once more whispered to their children to never follow the Bats into the shadows. They know of the girl cloaked in amethyst cloth, who chased after them despite the warnings and pleadings of others. She disappeared, and the faceless thing of chittering laughs that raced the Robin that appeared in her stead... Everyone knows what happens to those who offer themselves to the Bats, knowingly or not.
Robin can mimic voices, their own childish giggles and clicks echoing across the stone slipping into another's words. What is merely a game to them is horrific for anyone wandering the streets in the dark of the night. Some say that it can steal your voice permanently if it so wished.
Everyone in Gotham knows that the Bats aren't human. Oh they might mimic and pretend to be as such, or even had been at some point, but they're confident they aren't. Even if they put on an act outside of Gotham, corpse-like skin gaining hints of color like blood is actually rushing through veins, everyone knows that's what it is. An act.
The Bats themselves? Well, it keeps their civilian identity safe- and the shrines have helped them get children out of bad home lives and to safety, so they're not going to just... not encourage it.
#ask answered#gotham#cryptid batfam#cryptid batfamily#cryptid batman#batman#batman au#gothamites#gotham city#headcanons#i have so many more#though some depend on the timeline & like where you live in Gotham
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Just Can't Hack It Pt.2
Pt.1
Request: so this is part two to a story. The original request was reader dealing with substance use. I had a few folks wanting another part and I was feeling inspired to add a second part so I did!
Pairings: Leighton Murray x female reader
Warnings: TW!!! I would say this one is more triggering than the first. Mentions of opioid use, accidental overdose, use of narcan/naloxone, difficult discussions around the topic of addiction, needles. This is a super heavy story. Read with caution, take a step back if it's not for you. I have many other stories you can check out if you want something more light hearted. Nobody dies, but it's a pretty realistic scenario about addiction/loving someone with addiction. Could be triggering in many ways, so please be aware.
Authors Note: here I go again adding more chapters to stories I've been saying imma leave as one shots lol. This story is super depressing, I'm so sorry. If you're into that tho, welcome lol. I apologize for my lack of posting. Ive had a lot of life changes happen recently and my mental health hasn't been the greatest (maybe writing this depressing ass chapter will help). I do want to clarify, I am not a drug user. Just a social worker that reads, does research lol. Thank you all for your patience, thank you so everyone that's read my other work while waiting for me to post again. I love you all. I love you for reading, for sharing opinions and engaging in discussions with me and I love you for existing. I hope you like this next chapter
**if you have any questions regarding Narcan/Naloxone, fentanyl test strips, or anything like that, feel free to reach out**
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You woke up with a loud gasp, some random girl rubbing circles on your sternum. You rushed to sit forward, accidentally shoving her back.
The air was flowing back into your lungs and you felt like you couldn't get it in there quick enough. Your teeth were chattering and you were in that same fucking basement DJ died in.
You grab her wrist with shaky hands and she talked to you calmly, asking you if you were okay and all you could do was shake your head no. Your chest was heaving and it felt like you were inhaling razor blades or something.
What the fuck?
"Sit up slow." She tells you, helping you sit up and you notice her hands are also shaking. "You should probably go to the emergency room." She tells you and you're confused because you don't know why.
"Did something happen?" You ask, your throat dry. You cough to clear it and when you reach forward to grab a cup of whatever off the table, you see an oddly shaped object discarded on the table. You pick it up, your hands still shaking and you run your thumb over the pink 'Narcan' written on the label "Fuck." You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, did...?" You turn your attention to her and she kind of just shrugs.
"I'm not sure honestly. Maybe? But I didn't think it could hurt. You didn't look great, like at all."
You continue to stare down at the small nasal spray, your hands still shaking like never before. You blinked hard a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything.
"I'm so sorry." You apologized to this stranger for most likely traumatizing the fuck out of her.
"Do you have someone to call? You probably need to go to the emergency room." She ignored your apology and something about that made you feel like shit.
"Emergency room? What? That stuff worked. I'm fine." You say, tossing the bottle back onto the table.
"Yeah, but it wears off in like thirty minutes, more or less." She points out.
"Wears off?!" You ask in shock and she nods at you, looking at you like you were stupid.
"And I'm not using my other one on you so I suggest you go." She said with a slight attitude, no longer giving off that friendly vibe she had before. "And maybe get your own for next time, yeah?"
"Fine, Jesus." You say, no longer feeling as indebted to her the more bitchy she got toward you.
You take a few moments to gather yourself, still feeling not the greatest. The girl next to you that potentially saved your life was now injecting something between her toes and if that wasn't enough motivation to get the fuck up and go, you don't know what is.
You grab your things and thank her again. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't say anything back.
Your legs feel weak and shaky. Getting up the stairs and out of the house took way more effort than it should've. You hated this fucking place and you felt disgusting for even coming back.
Your intention was to take an Uber to the emergency room on campus, but when you checked your bank account you were almost certain a ride request wouldn't even go through.
You physically just felt too weak to stand so you sat on the curb, knowing you were going to have to call Leighton and just fucking hated yourself for it.
You pulled out the pills you had taken from your pocket and investigated them. You got them from Liza instead of your normal dealer. She told you they would be exactly the same pills you were used to buying from Angel, just less expensive. Your lack of funds sold you on them immediately. Except now that you actually took the time to study them, you realize they looked nothing like the other ones.
You had no idea what you took.
What you do know is you took two of them at once. It was less than what you normally would've taken. You can't even remember why you decided to only take two instead of your usual four, but clearly sober you was looking out.
Well...semi-sober you.
You called Leighton and it took three tries for her to answer. She was mad at you again because you bailed on her the other night on dinner plans that you made.
"Hello?" She finally answered. You could hear laughter in the background so you knew she was out with friends or out doing something and it made you feel even worse to ask her for help.
"Hi, Leight." You say softly, pushing your fingertips into your eyes trying to build up the courage to ask her. "Can you help me, please?"
"Help you?" She sounds concerned and you hear a door close behind her, all of the noise fading away. "What's going on?"
"I need-I need, fuck!" You try, the words feeling almost impossible to get out. "I need to go to the emergency room, I think." You finally get out, blinking hard to keep your brain working.
"Emergency room? What's going on? Where are you?"
"Please, Leighton. I'm at the blue house on the edge of campus. You know the one." You rub your palm against your forehead. "Can you please just come get me."
"Yeah. I know the one." Of course she did. Everyone knows the blue fucking house. It's literally nicknamed the druggie house on campus. There's only one reason people went there. Her voice sounded monotone and she was definitely connecting some dots. "I'm coming, I'm not far away." She hangs up on you before you can even tell her goodbye and you just feel her disappointment radiating through the phone.
It was less than ten minutes when you saw a familiar car pull up.
Leighton stepped out of the passenger side and as soon as the door closed, the window was rolling down to reveal Whitney in the drivers seat.
"Are you kidding me, Leighton." You complained as she rushed over to help you.
"Shut up." Whitney said from the driver's side, rolling her eyes at you.
"Fuck you!" You spat at her, letting Leighton help pull you to your feet.
"No, fuck you! What the hell is wrong with you?" You stayed silent because you didn't have an answer to her question. "That's what I fucking thought. Now get in the car."
Leighton sat in the back with you, letting you lay your head on her lap. She hasn't said a single word to you since she picked you up and you don't know if it was the drugs or the anxiety caused by her silence that was making your heart race the way it was.
Your body was sore and your head ached. You turned so you could bury your face in her sweater, inhaling the smell of her. She massaged your scalp, pulling you closer to her body.
Whitney dropped you both off at the front door and said to call her when you needed to be picked up. She sounded a lot nicer now, but she was also talking to Leighton.
You weren't feeling great at all and you definitely had the fear that whatever dosage that girl gave you was wearing off and you were going to die in the waiting room of this fucking hospital.
Leighton helped bring you to the front desk. You declined her offer of a wheelchair because something about that just felt degrading. Having to have her push you because of something you did to yourself?
Falling to the ground and crawling would be less embarrassing.
The woman at the desk greeted you and asked what was going on and you hesitated. Because even though Leighton probably figured shit out by now, you never said it out loud.
Saying it out loud would finally be admitting that you had a problem, which is why you've avoided it for so long.
"I-um-I-" both Leighton and the lady at the desk with the patience of a saint watch you fiddle nervously with the pen attached to a chain. "I am not feeling too great. I was given narcan maybe thirty minutes ago." You were blinking rapidly trying to get through your sentence, the fluorescent lighting and the pounding headache was making your brain short circuit.
The lady at the desk sat up quickly, asking you for your ID and insurance card, asking someone behind her to call for a nurse. You pulled your wallet from your pocket and Leighton had to help you pull the cards out because your hands were shaking and you just couldn't do it.
A male nurse appeared out of nowhere with a rolling blood pressure cuff and asked you to follow him to the triage area.
"What about my stuff?" You ask, letting this man escort you to a little area.
"I've got it, baby." Leighton said calmly, a few steps behind you, shoving your ID back into your wallet that she was still holding.
You sat down in a chair with your feet planted firmly on the floor like instructed and you felt like this firm wooden chair was consuming you.
He slipped the blood pressure cuff on your arm, the stethoscope planted firmly in the center of your arm. His eyes never left you while he asked you some questions.
"Do you know how many doses of the narcan you received?"
"Just one." You say and he nods.
"What did you take?" He asks, making eye contact with you and waiting for your response.
You swallowed and looked up at Leighton, who was waiting at you expectantly to answer.
"I don't know. It wasn't from my usual person. My friend that got it for me said it would be the same and it wasn't. I took less than what I normally would." You admit and it sounds embarrassing to even say something like that. You just hope he doesn't ask you-
"How much do you normally take? How much did you take of these?"
"Um, four to five 10mg Percocet. I only took two of these."
"Okay." He nods and the machine starts to beep. He removes the cuff from your arm and motions to someone behind you. "We are going to take you back now, okay? Your blood pressure is too low." He said while he and Leighton help you stand up and you were mortified to find them leading you to a wheelchair.
"Yeah, okay." You nod and when you sit you look back between Leighton and the nurse with a panicked expression. "Can she come back with me?"
"Of course." He takes hold of the wheelchair and takes you to a double door, pressing the button and leading you and Leighton through a maze of curtained rooms before bringing you to an open bed.
As soon as your butt hit that bed, two nurses were rushing in one was hooking you up to different machines and pulling down your shirt to stick electrodes on your chest to monitor your heart.
Before you could even process anything, your bed was being lowered and you were laying flat on your back and the second nurse was giving you a second dose of narcan up your nostrils while the first nurse finally explained to you and Leighton what the fuck was going on.
She said that narcan is usually done in two or more doses and that it often wears off before the effects of the pills do. That because you only received one dose, you were already showing the signs of the first dose wearing off and going into another potential overdose.
You didn't even have time to panic or freak out. They had the narcan up your nose and had you sitting back up like it never even happened. Leighton nodding with wide eyes from the chair next to you and trying to absorb what the nurse was saying.
You gripped the bridge of your nose and squinted your eyes while the nurse finished speaking, already starting to feel better.
"We are going to keep you here for a couple of hours just for monitoring." She rolls a little tray over to your bed that has a needle, test tubes, and a tourniquet. All the makings for getting your blood drawn. "We are required to do a toxicology screening on you, especially since you do not know what you took." She slips on a new pair of gloves. "These results will not be shared with the university." She reassured when she saw your face drop. "Arm out."
She cleaned your arm with an alcohol pad and tied the elastic tourniquet around your arm, pressing on your veins to find a vein. She inserts the needle in your arm and you watch the multiple vials fill up. She removes the tourniquet, has you hold a cotton ball where the needle went in and slaps a bandaid over it. She cleans up the area and says she'll be back shortly and walks out without saying another word.
Leighton had been silent the entire time. She was holding your things and sitting on the chair next to your bed watching the monitor with all off your vitals. Her eyes looked glassed over and you didn't know what to say or how to even begin to say it.
"Thanks for coming with me." You say pitifully and her eyes dart from the monitor to look over at you.
"I feel so stupid." She says, shaking her head. "Everything is like, making sense now, you know? The missed dates, the weird behavior, the angry outbursts." She nods her head, almost like she was agreeing with her own thoughts.
"I'm so sorry."
"And then you take shit that you don't even know what it is and- and you fucking overdose? What if you fucking died, Y/N?" She sounds so angry, but you can see she's on the verge of tears. You reach for her, touching her arm and she yanks herself away from you. "Don't fucking touch me."
"Then fucking go if you don't want to stay." You say, staring up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.
"Stop."
"I should've just let myself die on the curb of that stupid fucking house." You slammed your head against the pillow, the machines beeping like crazy for a brief moment.
"Can you just shut the fuck up with that self deprecating shit?" She spits, crossing her arms and legs.
She's very closed off and distant now. It almost felt like you could feel her distancing herself from you in real time. There's an awkward silence between the two of you and you reach for her.
"Leighton..."
"Mmmh mmmh." She shakes her head no, keeping her attention focused on her phone
"Baby." You try again and when her fingers pause over the phone screen you know you're getting somewhere. "Please, baby."
She rolls her eyes and sighs, giving you her attention.
"What."
"I'm really sorry." You say sincerely, playing with the edge of the flimsy hospital blanket.
"For...?" There was no hint of emotion to her voice. But in scenarios like this, Leighton was always good at shutting down and putting her walls up.
"For how I've been treating you. For a lot of things."
"If that's all you're going to say, that's a really shitty fucking apology."
"No! Of course that's not all. I-fuck. Okay. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts."
"Well, maybe if you weren't high on god knows what you'd be able to give me a less pathetic apology."
Maybe it was your high wearing off, maybe it was just the drugs in general, but man for the briefest moment you wanted to cuss her out.
You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose in an attempt to remain calm.
"If you let me fucking finish talking maybe you'll be more than the pathetic apology." You say through gritted teeth and she just raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. "I fucked up, okay? I know that. I didn't mean for it to get this bad." You admit and she tilts her head, her gaze visibly softening.
"What do you mean?" She scoots the hospital chair closer to your bed.
"I got the meds originally when I messed up my knee. It freaked me out about if I would get to play again or not. When I got back into it, it was great, but I fucking sucked and there was this insane amount of pressure to be as good as I was before my injury. There still is that pressure. My knee just felt tight all the time. Like it was about to snap at any moment. I did the physical therapy, the ice baths, I did everything. Well, everything but admit that maybe it's just straight up fucked." You look down and begin to pick at on your fingertips. Leighton reaches forward to stop you and instead you press your thumb against one of her manicured nails, enjoying the feeling of the pinpricking pressure against your fingertip.
"Keep going, baby." She encourages softly and you could feel yourself relax.
"I refilled my final prescription for my meds right before I started playing again. I would ration the bottle and take them after games and stuff. Then I took them during a game and realized I could play pretty damn good and my leg felt fantastic. Well, until afterwards when it felt worse than ever. Turns out if you take meds to prevent pain, it's really difficult to gauge when you're pushing yourself too far. So I would take some meds before the game, during the game, then again after the games..." Leighton opens her mouth to speak, but you continue with your thought. "...And then one or two more before bed."
"Jesus Christ, Y/N." She says, sounding both shocked and horrified. "I don't even...how long-how many? I don't know! I'm trying not to ask my question without sounding like a dick." She admits and looks to you for some guidance.
You don't know her exact question, but you can guess where she was going with it.
"It was supposed to be refill that lasted three months and finished it in like a month. Maybe a month in a half if I want to be generous. They were a low-ish doses, so I would take more."
"How many were you supposed to take a day? How many did you take?" She asked her questions in a quick succession.
"I was supposed to take one, max two, a day." She nodded and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I was taking like four to six."
"I-what?! You know what," she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "Let me approach this in a non-judgmental way. I just, I really want to know what happened to escalate the situation and bring us where we are now." She squeezes your hand reassuringly.
"So my prescription runs out and I find a connect when I go to one of the parties at the blue house. I got pills from him for a while, but you would not believe how expensive opioids are." You tried to joke, only when you looked up to see Leighton was not laughing, not even cracking a smile, you quickly cleared your throat and got serious. "After DJ died in the house, I starting using more and it was just getting more expe-"
"Wait what? The guy that overdosed in the house, you were his friend?"
"I, well, yes. But I was also...there. I called the ambulance when I found him." You could feel everything else coming out like word vomit. "I introduced him to Liza, who introduced him to drugs." You clenched your jaw, trying to swallow down the breakdown you've been keeping at bay for over a month now. "I killed him, Leighton. It's my fault he's dead." You look up at her tearfully and when Leighton frowns and calls you 'baby', you fucking lose it.
She stands up and pulls your face from your hands. The machines attached to you are beeping rapidly for who knows what fucking reason and it was pissing you off.
"Get these off of me." You say mid sob, attempting to pull the electrodes of your chest, yanking at the wires and your shirt blindly. "Get these fucking off!"
Leighton was fighting your arms at this point, doing her best to keep your arms still. Your brain could comprehend that you were smacking her unintentionally, hitting her arms, her hands, and her chest. You felt like your body was stuck between fight and flight right now. You felt out of control in every aspect, mentally and physically. You wanted to stop, you wanted to calm down, you just literally could not.
Within seconds two nurses came in and Leighton held your arms until one of the nurses took her place. Her absence felt more upsetting and agitating, so you attempted to reach for her. Your throat felt raw from crying and now you were screaming for Leighton, begging her to help you.
You gripped a nurses arm tightly, your face smushed against her scrubs while you watched Leighton's horrified expression as the two nurses turned you on your side. One of them pulled your pants down on one side and inject a tranquilizer into your ass cheek.
You gasped and squeezed the nurses arm, mortified about what happened and that it happened in front of Leighton. You were also both shocked and impressed at how quickly your heart rate was going down.
You also felt absolutely terrible for the tears and snot you were getting on this poor nurse's scrubs. Going back and forth between pitifully apologizing to her and to Leighton while the meds kicked in.
You could feel your arms getting heavy and the nurses began to lay you on your back again. The one you were gripping for dear life was covering you with a blanket and you can over hear the one that injected your ass trying to talk Leighton through what she just witnessed.
Something about it being normal behavior when coming off a lot of drugs so suddenly. You don't fucking know.
What you do know is Leighton looked pale and traumatized and that it was absolutely your fucking fault.
You reached for her. Desperately trying to tell her that you loved her. That you're in love with her and that you were so fucking sorry.
She looked at you confused, holding your hand and telling you she couldn't understand what you were saying. You could feel yourself getting riled up mentally, but your body felt stuck. Like gum to the bottom of a fucking shoe you were stuck and locked into this bed.
The nurses left and she pulled her chair close to your bed again, her hand never letting go of yours while she did. She sat in front of you, calling you baby, pushing hair from your face, and telling you that it was okay and to just close your eyes for a little bit.
You moaned and whined, tears sliding down your cheeks. They matched the ones streaming down Leighton's and you wanted you kiss them away. Instead she wiped your tears and begged you not to cry, her lips pressed against the side of your head.
You closed your eyes, Leighton's lips against your temple while she whispered calming things in your ear.
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You woke up confused. You had a hospital gown on over your shirt and pants, and you were also pretty sure you were in a different room.
"Water?" You croak, your mouth dryer than nothing you have ever experienced before.
"Here." Came a voice next to you that was most definitely not Leighton.
You turn your head to the side to see Whitney holding a styrofoam cup with a straw and you push yourself to sit up straight, blinking and wiping away the dried up tears and sleep gunk from your eyes.
You hesitate at first, but you take the cup from her. You drink the cool ice water down like your life depended on it.
"Thank you." You tell her when you finished drinking, breathing heavily like a toddler after they downed some juice. You look around the room for any signs of Leighton, finding none. You try not to panic, but the machine measuring your hate rate gives you away.
"She'll be back. I sent her home a bit ago to change into different clothes and get something to eat." Whitney informs you, setting the water on the little table. She stands up and goes to the sink, wetting a small stack of those thin paper towels with warm water and wiping your face and mouth. You could feel your dried spit and snot come off with ease. You closed your eyes while she wiped your face, too tired to feel embarrassed. "Better?" She asks you, patting your face with a dry paper towel when she was done.
You nod your head yes, settling further into the bed.
"How long was I out?" You stare at the analog clock on the wall, but it doesn't help much since you didn't even know the time you came in or were knocked out at.
"Maybe seven hours? It's been a while. They said it could range from like six to twelve hours." You nod, staring at your covered feet. You can feel yourself checking out mentally, but Whitney talking again brings you back to earth. "Leighton filled me in, I hope that's okay."
"Mhmm, yeah." You shrugged and nodded, trying to hide your shame over the fact that another person knows this about you now.
"Why didn't you say anything to anyone?" She was soft with her approach, but there was a thin layer of assertiveness underneath.
"Well, Whitney, the thing about having a drug problem is you don't really fucking realize you have a drug problem until you end up in a hospital and get a needle shoved into your ass cheek. Or, maybe it's when a girl that injects meth between her toes gets pissy for using her Narcan on you. Gee, I just can't decide." You say sarcastically and Whitney's face hardens slightly.
"Okay, I get it." She says defensively, sitting back in the chair to lean away from you. You sigh and attempt to run a hand through your hair, but it's all matted and sweaty.
"Sorry, I'm sorry." You say quietly. "I thought I had a handle on it, okay? I didn't think it was a problem." You admit, nodding your head as you thought to yourself. "Clearly." You vaguely gesture to yourself laid up in a hospital bed and Whitney nods.
"Everything is starting to make sense though. Your behaviors, your angry outbursts, the way you treated Leighton."
You wince at that last one. You treated her horribly the last like eight months and you knew that.
It was such a weird feeling. To love someone so deeply and be unable to stop yourself from absolutely wrecking them and treating them like shit.
"Yeah, I've been told already things are adding up. Glad I could provide some clarity." You give her a tight lipped smile and a weak thumbs up.
"You're awake!"
You look up to see Leighton coming into the room, a little visitor badge pinned to her hoodie. You nod, looking up at her with a smile. Your eyes start to water, something about seeing her just hitting you with the overwhelming urge to cry because you were so fucking happy she came back.
You open your arms for her and she sets her purse down to rush to your side and give you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tightly, pressing your lips wherever you could.
A knock at the door caused her to pull away. She took the extra seat on the other side of your bed as the doctor came in and greeted you, washing his hands.
He did an overall exam on you. Checked your mouth, your eyes, listening to your heart and lungs. He pulled his stool up to your bed and rested a folder of paperwork by your feet.
"So, we got your blood results back. It's routine to drug test in these situations. The school will not be informed of the results." He reassured you like the nurse did previously. "Now," he opens the packet of papers to a specific page where numbers are highlighted. "You have a decent amount in your system. I'm sure that's something you're aware of." You nod and he continues. "We do not think you overdosed on the pills themselves. Not to say that means you should go out and keep slamming them back."
The three of you made a face at him, unsure if his comment was meant to lighten the mood or if he was just a dick.
"So what's the problem then?" Whitney speaks up and he clears his throat.
"Well, you have a dangerous amount of fentanyl in your system. Whatever you took was most likely laced. Had you taken the four pills you said you normally took, you would probably be dead. Here are some packets about fentanyl as well as some inpatient and outpatient treatments for opioid addiction, and some information about methadone." He sets about five pamphlets in the open space between your legs and stands up, pushing his chair back in. "The nurse is going to come in with your discharge paperwork. Schedule an appointment with your PCP. Have a good day ladies." He sanitizes his hands and leaves the room, leaving the three of you looking confused and dumbfounded.
"That was it?" Leighton asks after he leaves, clearly frustrated. She reaches forward and grabs the pamphlets off your legs and thumbs through them furiously. "You almost fucking die apparently and that's it? You go the fuck home? What the fuck."
"Leighton, please stop." You say calmly, but she was pacing the room now while she read.
"This methadone seems good. I can call my dad and get you into a good rehab. Inpatient or out." She says while reading through the pamphlets and you start feeling overwhelmed.
Of course you wanted to be better and to stop taking the pills.
But the thought of actually doing it scared the shit out of you.
"Can I please just go home first and figure this out later?" You ask, scratching your eyebrow.
"Yes," Whitney says and looks up and Leighton sternly. "Yes, you can." She says, answering for Leighton.
"I have one request." Leighton says, shoving the pamphlets into her purse before sitting at the edge of your bed. "Please stay with us for a bit. A few days, a week. However long. Just please do it, okay?"
You nodded your head. You knew you scared her, no, fucking traumatized her. She was looking at you right now like she wanted to cry. Like if you told her no she would probably burst into tears.
You couldn't tell her no. You couldn't do this to her again. You definitely couldn't do anything to risk losing her.
"Yes, I'll stay with you. Can I stop at my room at get some clothes?"
"Absolutely. Can I go in with you when you do?"
You hesitated. You thought about the state of your side of the room. You definitely weren't as clean as you used to be. You most definitely had been slacking on doing your laundry and the thought of her going in there and seeing your gross, crusty underwear made you want to flip.
You still agreed though and she kissed your cheek. She went to kiss your lips and you turned your head.
"My mouth feels disgusting. More kissing later?"
"Deal." She nods, sneaking a quick peck onto your lips anyway.
There was a knock on the door and a nurse stepped in holding some paperwork.
"Alrighty, Y/N. Let's get you outta here, hun."
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You rushed into your dorm, quickly picking up dirty clothes from the floor and tossing them in your hamper, picking up trash and shoving it aside.
"Sorry, I'm sorry." You apologize profusely for the state of your room.
"No, don't. It's okay." Leighton says, taking in the space.
She hadn't been allowed into your room for a while. Usually when she would come over it would be spotless and smell like air fresher. It was a complete 180 from what she was used to.
You could almost see her absorbing in the gravity of your addiction. As if almost OD'ing on laced pills, blowing off her dates, and having frequent mood swings weren't enough. She was getting a first hand view of how little you had been taking care of yourself because of it.
Something about that felt more shameful than anything. You felt vulnerable and exposed. You had been caught putting on a show and now all the curtains were being pulled back to expose the complex layers of your addiction. Exposing problems that you didn't even realize were becoming problems until someone you love is watching you scramble to clean it up.
"I just need to get some clean clothes." You say, opening your drawers and finding them to be pretty bare. "Fuck." You whisper to yourself.
"Why don't you bring some dirty clothes with you and we can do laundry at my dorm. Okay, baby?"
"Um, y-yeah." You blink hard, slamming your drawer shut. You open another and are thankful to find a handful of clean underwear. You pull them out and shove them into the bag Leighton had set on your bed. "Can you get me some shirts from my closet? I'll gather my dirty clothes."
"Of course." She turns around to look through your closet.
You grabbed a garbage bag and began picking clothes off the floor, plucking clothes from your hamper and other various surfaces around the room, shoving them into the trash bag. When a bunch of change falls out of one of your pockets you sigh, going back into the bag and digging through the pockets of any pants and shorts you shoved in there to make sure those were empty before you continued.
You picked up a pair of sweatpants, digging your hand into the pocket and freezing when you felt something sharp-ish poke your fingertips.
It was almost like you could hear angels singing when you pull the item from your pocket. A small baggie with three little blue pills in it. Three pills that you most definitely recognized and knew they would be safe. You traced your thumb over them, licking your lips.
"Do you want this sweater, babe?" Leighton asks from the closet behind you and you briefly turn around to face her.
"Yes, that's perfect, baby." You tell her. You weren't even looking at the sweater.
You had look at her face. Feeling guilty about everything that went down. Feeling guilty about all the time and energy she was probably going to put in to taking care of you.
You knew the best thing to do right now would be to hand the pills over. It would be the responsible thing.
You wanted to be responsible.
You grip the small baggie in your hand tightly and scratch under your nose with the back of your hand, thinking of the way you were going to hand the baggie over.
You open your palm again to stare at the pills, your hand shaking. You look around the room one more time, turning to smile at Leighton while she had a few shirts and sweaters draped over her arm for you.
You wanted to be responsible, just maybe not today.
You clear your throat, shoving the pills into the deepest corner of your front pocket.
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Just read Miko going feral (absolutely loved it btw) and now I have a question. How would the bits react to adrenaline?
For example: In the middle of dealing with decepticons, Jack breaks his arm but is the only one who doesn't notice it because he's too focus on getting Miko and Rafael out of harms way.
Thanks for the love ❤️ I did do a post about this already but this scenario is too juicy 🤭😋
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A Boys Rage
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It was chaos.
The children got kidnapped yet again by the Decepticons. Team prime found them and now they’re duking it out by some random mountain.
But Jack doesn’t care about that. All he cares about are the other that he would be proud to call family out of harms way.
As he ran past bots and cons alike he tried not to curse Miko’s name. Although she was the cause of this mess she couldn’t help that she was found by Starscream when her host parents took her to a concert and decided to camp out instead of staying in a hotel.
He tripped over a rock. Miko and RAF stopped to look back.
“It’s okay you guys-! Ahh!”
A rock from a scuffle above fell on his arm while he was down. The other humans rushed to him before both getting scooped up by a vehicon.
As the con started to walk away Jack saw red. He ripped the rock off his arm like it was nothing and he took off.
The con noticed him too late as Jack dug his hunting knife into the con’s inner working of his ankle, sparks and blue glowing energon flowing.
The con shrieked and dropped Miko and Raf. Jack Grabbed the arms and took off running. Bulkhead saw that they headed to safety into the forest and commed Ratchet to open the bridge.
When they finally were safe in the base Jack thought he would pass out, he felt giggly and wobbly.
Ratchet came over and leaned down. He looked annoyed but also concerned. So normal Ratchet behavior.
“What in Primus’s name happened. How you three attract trouble will forever be beyond me. Let’s get you three checked up.”
Jack scoffed, “D-don’t worry Ratchet. I’m good.” He said with a thumbs up.
He put his thumb up only to be confused by Ratchets shocked gasp and Miko screaming her head off.
“Holy shit Jack! Your arm!” She said pointing to the arm Jack was using to give a thumbs up.
He looked down and saw that his forearm was bent. It looked at it and instead of feeling pain he just felt grossed out.
“Huh”
Ratchets eye twitched before he grabbed Jack and sped walk to the medical area.
“”huh” that’s all you can say!? For primes sake you broke your arm.” He said as he was gathering supplies to set his arm.
Although he spoke harshly Jack could tell he was confused and concerned. “Don’t worry Ratchet I’ll be fine. If you can’t fix me Mom can and besides I don’t feel anything yet.
At that Ratchet stopped. His face showed how he was cycling through emotions before slowing turning to Jack. “You…can’t feel it? Jack this is serious. You don’t need to lie to make me feel better.” He said has he continued to gather things.
Jack shook his head, “I’m not lying. I’m just high on Adrenaline.” Ratchet dropped the small human anatomy book he was holding and sharply turned to Jack, “High on what!?”
“Adrenaline, it’s the chemical that helps us with survival. Raf and Miko were in danger it just happened…….ow…Ok now it’s starting to hurt.”
At the last part of Jack’s sentence Ratchet snapped out of it and got everything ready.
“Are you sure that you should realign my arm Ratchet? N-not that I don’t trust you it’s just…”
Ratchet sighed, “Jack, your arm is broken. It’s an emergency that needs to be dealt with now.” Jack looked up at Ratchet as he practically pleaded Jack to let him treat him. However, Jack wasn’t sure if Ratchet could tell how bad this situation was.
“Ratchet I do trust you, but it’s not that I want my mom it’s that I want to be sure that whoever treats me sets my bone right. That and I am almost positive you don’t have any morphine or strong pang killers. My bone won’t heal wrong or fall off in the 45 minutes it will take to get me to a hospital.”
There is a moment of silence as Jack can see the gears turn in Ratchets head. Ratchet leaned down close to Jack and spoke softly, “Jack, are you 100% positive that you will be better if I were to take you to a hospital? That your injury is dire but that it does not need complete immediate treatment?
At Jacks reassuring nod Ratchet sighed and transformed for Jack to get in. After Ratchet drove out of the base stopping to tell Miko and Rafael were he was going. He turned on his sirens and sped away to the nearest hospital, the one June worked at.
On the way Ratchet couldn’t help but ask, “Jack, what caused your adrenaline to kick in?” There was silence before Jack answered, “A con grabbed them….he was going to take them…I couldn’t let that happen…I was angry and it just…happened…” Ratchet did not say anything else until they arrived.
“Make sure you tell your mother exactly what happened.” As Jack walked inside Ratchet wished with all his spark that he could go in with him.
An hour later after parking June went into the parking lot to thank Ratchet and to tell him that Jack would be spending the night.
Ratchet would have loved to return to a quiet and calm base…..he instead arrived to chaos.
He first heard Arcee yelling, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY JUST LEFT!?
Followed by a distressed Bulkhead, “Jack’s arm broke Miko! How could he possibly be okay?!”
“I understand how Jack perhaps would rather be treated by his own kind. But to disregard such a serious injury is unlike Ratchet. There must be more to this situation than we know.”
It was at this moment he walked in and made his presence known, “Optimus is right; however, even I don’t completely understand.”
He held up his hand before the bots could make any assumptions, “Despite the seemingly obvious severity of Jack’s injury he assured me he was better off being treated by human doctors who could give him what I couldn’t.”
Arcee furrowed her brow, “That makes no fragging sense Ratchet.
Raf spoke up, “Ratchet do you know how to tell the difference in bone fractures? As in how bones can break?” He shook his head. “Then Jack probably knew that he could be better diagnosed by one of our doctors.”
“I don’t know nothing Rafael, I know that you need a splint to help the bones heal straight.” He huffed. “But that’s only for some fractures, what if he needed a metal wire in his bones or what if the bone broke into a lot of pieces? You wouldn’t know and Jack wouldn’t be treated how he needs. Plus he probably needs strong painkillers and I know we only have ibuprofen.”
“I’m confused.” Bulkhead mumbled, “Is this or isn’t it a bad injury? How couldn’t Jack feel it if it was so bad? Was it that bad?”
“Because we were running from those crazy cons Jack got supped up on adrenaline so he didn’t feel it that much.” Arcee spoke in a concerned tone “Why would humans possess something that would make them not feel pain? Seems kinda of counterintuitive.” Arcee said utterly confused. Miko had tried to explain the unknown phenomenon to the bots. So she looked to Raf as if asking to continue for her
“Adrenaline makes it so we can survive, if we weren’t in that situation Jack would have noticed. A broken bone is a bad injury but it is not life threatening. It’s just really painful.”
The bots looked as if they were trying to decide whether they understood or were still confused and concerned.
“Thank you for explaining Rafael and Miko. I believe I speak for the rest of us when I say we will look into the affects of adrenaline and make sure we are more prepared in case any of you receive any injuries. Bulkhead, Bumblebee, please take the children home. I will tell Agent Fowler why Miko is not with her guardians.”
As Miko and Raf were driven home they couldn’t help but worry for Jack and the bots. They had no idea what they would find while exploring the internet.
To Miko’s dismay she had to try and convince the bots that “No I’m not and adrenaline junkie and I don’t follow you guys just to feel high.” While Raf and a casted Jack laughed their asses off.
#Ratchets gonna look into what adrenaline does#He doesn’t know what to think of what he finds#miko nakadai#jack darby#raf esquivel#tfp ratchet#ratchet#maccadam#transformers#humans are space orcs#humans are weird#transformers prime
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tuesday again!
many problems … turning on the gravity check box did not, in fact, fix my simulation. woe.
listening: I saw Sammy Rae live last weekend and it was. fucking phenomenal. thank you random stranger from [redacted] who sold me her tickets. literally one of the best shows of my life. I am still reeling from it. they did a cover of Amy Winehouse's 'Valerie' as part of the encore and it was so good too.
in other news, Cascada has released a new album and it's a cover album and it bangs.
Call Me - Cascada: a brainworm of the week for sure.
I also listened to some The Reign of Kindo because they're an opener for The Dear Hunter tour rn and while I'd listened to them before I had forgotten what they sounded like. (wanted to go to one but it didn't end up working out, that hurt to miss, I'll have to do their next tour for sure)
Sing When No One's Around - The Reign of Kindo: just noticed the comments on this video are turned off ?? weird.
reading: Break-up of Steinger, Iscoe & Greene reads like a Grisham novel: GOD I love weird hyper-local drama.
agnito by Raxheim: tlt fanfic. symbolism, TM.
watching: newest monster factory … some Stephanie Lange who mostly does, like, beauty standards bad style content but makes for good background noise
The Men Who Promised the Impossible: Unlimited Energy by BobbyBroccoli: academic drama!!!!!!!! this one is truly wild, I had heard of it before I think but I love a video essay about shit like this.
We Get Grabbed By A Ghost At Trans-Allegheny Asylum by Watcher: I mostly stopped watching buzzfeed unsolved after their whole streaming service debacle but this got put on as crafting background and I enjoyed it! might start watching more of their stuff again. (I just noticed that I called it buzzfeed unsolved still even though they're their own thing now, oops,)
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playing: fallowwwwwwwww. unless we count french horn. I got a new mouthpiece (it was half the price of the futon I got) (it's a cheap futon and a slightly expensive mouthpiece) and I am shocked and embarrassed by how big a difference it is making in my playing. you're telling me the dogshit no-name mouthpiece I stole from my band teacher in high school isn't cutting it??? crazy.
making: I made my cat a cat bed :) it's just two rectangles sewn together with a long rectangular strip as the side. I used some random canvas that I bought at some point for ? tote bag purposes ? I don't remember. the best part is I was FINALLY able to utilize the frankly ridiculous amount of fabric/thread/yarn/etc scraps/old clothing that's too fucked to get donated/etc that I've been saving specifically for stuffing pillows. worked really well, also put some plastic bag scraps in there because she loves lying on plastic bags and so far she definitely likes the crinkles of it. pictured in the photo is the weird I-think-polyester that was wrapped around my walmart futon when it was mailed that I shredded and used as stuffing.
my bird bowl emerged mostly victorious from the kiln!!!! I say 'mostly' because there's a weird spot on the rim where the clear glaze just didn't stick? so I daubed a little more on and put her back on the shelf. but yay. glazed two shallow planters that I'm not super sure what I'll put in yet because they are quite small but we'll see.
eating: made this NYT recipe of sheet pan miso chicken with radishes and lime but also added sunchokes with the radishes and no lime because I forgor. very yummy. will sustain me for the week and now I have more raw chicken thighs in the freezer for future cooking.
after the Sammy Rae concert we stopped for bubble tea for the drive home and I got a "mango pomelo sago" that was really just a smoothie with boba bits in it, it was very very tasty.
misc: speaking of academic drama: one of my friends is dealing with some frankly insane academic drama rn that I am soooo popcorn dot gif over. I can't ever say anything specific about it on here because it will immediately doxx me but if you want tea send me a DM it's so wild
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Alix Kubdel?
Here you go!!!
If you want more about this au, feel free to just send in the name of a character and I’ll give you a ficlet/oneshot about or in the pov of that character.
Warning:the story is told in Achronological order. The order of THIS chapter would be around early to mid season three.
Alix didn’t expect to spend her Sunday fighting her brother.
But alas, Hawkmoth seemed to have the power of picking the worst time for everything, so of course her brother got pissy at some guy calling out his piss poor knowledge of Egyptian culture.
“Thoth, give me time!”her brother yelled.
“He’s a scribe you idiot not Chronos!”she screamed”and he’s not a baboon either!…or at least not most of the time.”
Jalil turned to her, taking his attencion off the poor guy who just corrected him about Nefertiti“You all know nothing of the gods!”
“Well clearly “nothing” is more than you, dimwit!”Alix started to run at this point. it’d be better that Jalil target her over anyone else. Hell, she was fast. maybe she could buy Nath or Marc some time to get over here so they could deal with him.
She scrambled for her phone, hastily dialing Marc.
“Hey! Anciel! Get over here!” She yelled into the speaker.
“What is it K-oh shit”they hung up, leaving alix to outrun her brother.
At least she knew her way around.
For about ten minutes, she ran laps around the museum, up until she reached one of the statue exhibits. Which was a dead end. Dammit.
Hey at least Nath or Marc could probably bust her out of those time bubbles, didn’t ladybug do that-…wait, was that statue hollow?
“I have you here…now you will have no choice but be a sacrifice for my Nefertiti!” Oh shit.
“…isn’t sacrifice an Aztec thing-?”
She was interrupted by the sound of running and a scream.
“Alix, Run!” a particular void eyed rooster yelled as they smashed a vase on the Akuma’s head.
“Look at that!”she remarked.
“Book it!”Rooster bold said as they turned around, lifting an old statue and grabbing it as if to use like some kind of bat.
“Be careful with that!”Alix hid behind a few other statues, making sure she wouldn’t waste too much time running from and to the fight scene“Fluff, Clockwise”
She was engulfed in a blue light as she switched quickly changed to her superhero outfit. As soon as the transformation was finished she started running back.
“Bunnix is on the scene!”she yelled out as soon as she was in view”and ready to kick ass!”
“Good,now please help me!”Roo yelled out, nearly dodging a time bubble.
“On it, Roo!”she said,hitting her brother right in the head.
“Ooh!nice shot!”they remarked as they once again hit him with the statue.
The pharaoh didn’t seem to find this too amusing, however, As he broke out of the two’s reach and started booking it to the exit.
“Damn you!I’m gonna go search for Ladybug!”he yelled.
“Yeah go get your ass kicked somewhere else!”Alix yelled back.
He flipped her off, that ba-oh look a bus dropped on him. She saw that from the wreckage arose a certain last member of their team.
“Hi there!”Nath -or Caprikid- said.
“Cap!”Marc smiled.
“Roo!”Caprikid grinned.
“And me!”Bunnix added.
“Horus, give me flight!”the dipshit said, completely disregarding that Horus is a kingship god.
“Genesis!”
…Oh look. another bus. That ought to shut him up for a few more seconds.
“Hey Roo, Genesis!”Caprikid yelled, handing Rooster bold a Crobar before Alix’s brother emerged once again from the bus, immediately getting his face trampled as Caprikid made his way towards the other two heroes.
“You…”Jalil said”you little…ANUBIS, WAKE MY MUMMIES!”
“ITS OSIRIS YOU DUMBASS!”
A giant beam came out as the Akuma sent the two busses flying, nearly hitting Alix.
“Rude”
He turned around, turning random civilians into mummies.
“Double rude, Jackass!”
“Looks like we’ll need to get up on his level.”Caprikid remarked.
“Hey!”Roo screeched, making the pharaoh turn around before promptly getting hit by a flying crowbar, causing the pendant to shatter on impact, releasing the Akuma.
“…or just some plot armor, I guess”
She walked over to him, poking the now normal Jalil in the chest”I think you broke one of his ribs”
“Cool. Didn’t think I could do that”
She glanced over to the Akuma,which was escaping the scene of the crime.
“Oh, no you don’t!”Nath yelled, making his way to the butterfly before snatching it mid air”we’re waiting here till Chat Noir comes in.”
He jumped down, glancing at the unconscious Jalil.
“Should we get the paramedics?”
“Yeah…”
“Probably”
#ladybug miraculous#miraculous ladybug#miraculous lb#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous au#miraculous fanfic#miraculous rewrite#mlb fanfic#mlb#mlb au#mlb rewrite#alix kubdel#bunnix#bunnyx#nathaniel kurtzberg#caprikid#marc anciel#rooster bold#coq courage#sky’s the limit au#mlb stl au
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PSA
Please make sure you have something with you that can be used for help or emergencies. At times I truly hate having my phone on me. It’s a deep seated love hate relationship. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. This could be as simple as walking to your mailbox, going to the neighbors, getting something from your car. Please just remember to grab your keysfor the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷
(And yes, I do feel like one of those people who have the most random and rare thing happen to them but then make it their life mission to inform EVERYONE.)
TLDR; I got my thumb stuck in my car door with no keys or phone. Got helped after about 10 minutes.
Trigger warning: Finger injury, blood, shitty writing
Car 1 Me 0
I came home after shopping at 11 PM. I went inside for the first time and accidentally locked my car with the audible arm chirp going off. (My father heard this and recognized it as “okay she’s home”) I then went back outside to grab things out of my car. I set my phone and my car keys on the bannister next to my front door.
I walked off of my porch, passed my father’s car, and arrived at the driver side of my car. As I was locking up I turned off my car lights and went to shut the door. I manually locked the door, this is where it’s fuzzy I don’t remember how I shut the door if I gently pushed the door shut or slammed it with my hip - I frequently do both.
By the time I saw what was happening it was too late I couldn’t move my hand. My left hand had been turning the lights off and locking up and my right hand was on the side of the car where the door shuts on. Again, a bit fuzzy but I feel like my whole hand was there and for some reason I didn’t move my whole hand in time just my main 4 fingers. Maybe that bits wrong. Either way, the next thing I know my thumb is stuck in the door and that’s when I realized I’m utterly screwed. I’m screaming for help, blood curdling screams. I’m begging, pleading for anyone to help me.
Visible representation of mwah
I tried my best to stay calm and think of different ways I could get out.
- [ ] Even though my phone was out of reach I was desperate for Siri to work. This MFer wants to work if I say something stupid like SERIously but not in this situation. I’m assuming she was too far away or didn’t recognize my voice. It sucked though because, while I assumed she was too far away, I couldn’t be sure. There’s plenty of times where I’m in my house in a completely different room, I call her name. No response but I continue with my request of “play music” and she does. I was hoping that I just couldn’t hear her response this time. This was in fact not the case, she definitely couldn’t hear me or didn’t recognize my voice. I think the reason it sucked the most was because each time I tried I had this hope bloom in my chest, lingering thinking that I couldn’t hear but it was working. Each time I was crushed because it kept failing.
- [ ] I tried slamming on the car to see if the alarm would go off. Apparently, it doesn’t cause I was beating the shit out of this thing with no response.
- [ ] I also tried breaking the window to no avail. As I jokingly said later, sad day to learn I don’t have super strength. I was looking for anything that could break the windows, not a single rock in sight. I attempted to reach the tire to see if there was anything, even the tire pressure cap, that could come off and break the window. Because of how I was positioned in the door it wasn’t even remotely possible.
- [ ] I tried prying the door open for even a little bit of room but alas still not she hulk. Bummer. Thumb part but mostly no she hulk part.
- [ ] I even attempted to just pull my thumb out. That was definitely a no go. I can’t find a visual representation but I feel like I’ve seen it in a movie. It felt like the skin was going to just rip right off my thumb…which duh
Me when I explain this to everyone:
Finally, I hear my dad’s voice but it sounds angry and startled. (At this point thank you sweet baby Jesus to my dad but also to my OCD for making me have to keep shut doors slightly cracked open which is probably one of the main reasons he was able to hear me) And now back to our regularly scheduled program. I’m screaming, pleading, begging for him to help me. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. He’s trying to rush to me but I can barely get the words out. He has to turn around to get the car keys off the banister. He said he thought people were outside fighting. I can tell he’s scared, understanding finally that something’s wrong with me. He got the key, comes around the side of the car and finally sees my hand. He’s hesitant to open the door, later saying he didn’t know if somehow it would be worse but that either way the door had to be opened. The door opens and I’m still howling. He brings me inside but now I’m feeling it, reaaaaaally feeling. It. In reality though, while the physical pain was present that’s not what was making me the most upset. I was so thankful I had been heard.
Don’t get me wrong at times I was cursing everyone like “why can’t anyone hear me???? You’re telling me you’re that heavy of a sleeper? Your walls are that thick? Etc” but then when I sat there I was realizing if my dad, who is a LIGHT, sleeper couldn’t hear me for that long how could I expect anyone else to in a way? People are heavy sleeps, are deaf/HOH, have sound machines, TVs, fans, etc. I get it, it was still a scary realization.
Later as he’s talking to me he says something about “well I’m assuming you weren’t screaming the whole time”. I couldn’t lie. I told him I was. That I had been screaming as loud as possible and that’s why I was scared. No. One. Was. Hearing. Me. He looked so sad, like he let me down. I felt so bad, it broke my heart. I feel kind of silly, it’s not like he saved me from dying but I kept/keep saying it anyways “thank you so much for hearing me dad”, “thank you for getting me”, “thank you”. I truly mean it because if he hadn’t I don’t know if anyone would have.
And while I get that 10 minutes is no where near 7 hours and a thumb can seem inconsequential ….while I was experiencing the first 5 minutes I didn’t know it wasn’t going to be 7 hours. It’s so crazy to think about now.
At times I truly hate having my phone on me. And while I did make this post so that I could get my thoughts and feelings out I also made this so that the next time someone does something they bring a “safety net”. Keys for the car door, flashlight for the dark, phone for emergencies, etc. and if you do what I’ll end up doing on many nights which is not listening to my own words either way do your best to stay safe 🩷
On a funnier note,
A few days after turning my car into my own personal torture device I’m seeing my niece. She’s said once or twice “I’m so sorry that happened”, checked on me, made sure I was okay, etc. Later in the evening it gets brought up and at one point my sister says to me “god, that’s so crazy. I can’t even believe that happened” to which my niece then says to me “yeah how did that happen? you’re an adult aren’t you?”
My response but with more giggling
#sweet baby jesus#talladega nights#be safe#accident#scared the shit out of me#injury#storytelling#roasted#ascarytimeforthisspookyseason#catchmeoutside#actuallypleasedont#ineverwanttogooutsideagain#this has been a psa#important psa#ocd#dad#dark humor#ihadtoaddsomegifspostwritingsoitwasntsodepressing
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Derek wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Fox’s…strange fanbase. He didn’t mind stripping naked for his unhinged chat members, it fed into the pride he has for his body further really…but being forced to slice his wrist open?!
These people are fucking INSANE!
Good thing the beastkin kept an emergency first aid kit in his streaming room, as the blonde quickly grabbed it and tore into it as he took out some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and gauze.
He got to work on patching up his wound, not wasting ANY time so he wouldn’t potentially bleed out. Thanks to Derek often being on babysitting duty for his siblings when he was younger, he’s got some decent first aid knowledge…
He sighed in relief after the treatment worked, despite the rubbing alcohol making him hiss and swear under his breath. But…
God, his wrist still hurt like a BITCH.
“You…you mother FUCKERS…” Derek spat at the chat, grabbing his scattered clothes as he sloppily threw them back onto his body “You’re all fucking PSYCHOTIC! Yeah…I’m fuckin’ done here. Thanks for the money though, assholes!~ Might get myself another car since my last one got totaled…stupid fucking cunt didn’t use her turn signal…”
He went to open the door to make his way back to the elevator, and to the waiting room and act like nothing EVER happened here. “Just make up some shitty excuse for the cut, sliced myself on the chair or somethin’…”
Before the bratty man could make his great escape, a silhouette had already opened the door and was glaring at him from the doorway, making his blue eyes WIDEN as his heart sank to his stomach. Judging that the shadowy figure was VERY short with noticeable fluffy ears on the top of his head…
There’s no doubt this was Fox. He’s been caught red handed.
Oh shit.
“U-Uh…h-hi!!” The bottle blonde stuttered out “I was just…c-checking this place out because I was bored! That’s all!”
“Hmm…” Fox’s voice BOOMED across the room “Really now? Because…” He started to walk closer to the other, effectively backing him up against a wall as he held up what appeared to be his cellphone in the boy’s face “I have evidence that says otherwise, Goffard.”
The older man’s clawed finger tapped on a random app icon as Derek’s activities on the stream are revealed to be archived, he quickly scrolled past everything he’s done including the forced self harm, the stripping game…everything. He turned pale, his pupils dilating, sweat beading down his face…
Oh, he’s SO FUCKED.
“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” Fox put his phone away and crossed his arms, looking unamused at the others actions. “Are you just going to stand there and cry like you ALWAYS do when you get caught pulling your bullshit? Hmm…or maybe…you’ll actually act like an adult take some responsibility for once?”
“Um…I…g-Well…” Derek stuttered before his flight response kicked in “Uhhh…THINK FAST!” He used his tanned fingers to pull back the beastkins suspenders and let them SLAP harshly against his nipple areas, making him let out a loud groan in pain and grab onto his chest as the other FLED into the hallway, the stench from the cells not even bothering him anymore as he was just focused on getting the HELL out of there as he ran and ran…
Before he felt a strong, familiar hand tightly grip onto his shoulder that made him stop in his tracks. When he turned, he found out that hand belonged to his father, Mr. Goffard.
Oh…
OH GOD NO.
“H…Hi dad!!!” Derek stuttered “U-um…I wasn’t doing ANYTHING!! Don’t listen to w-what that old fuck says to y-yo-“
“Can it, boy.” His voice was gruff, stern, you could tell he wasn’t having ANY of his sons bullshit today. “I already know what you’ve been up to in there. I’m not believing anything YOU tell me this time. Care to explain yourself?”
“W-WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN SO GODDAMN LONG IN THAT MEETING! GOD, YOU ALWAYS DRAG ME HERE THEN EXPECT ME TO DO NOTHING! I’M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT DA-“
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEREK!” He grabbed the boy by his shirt collar “YOU THINK THAT’S A DAMN PROPER EXCUSE TO STRIP DOWN AND SHOW EVERYONE YOUR-“
“GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE!”
Fox SHOUTED from across the hall, making his way to the arguing father-son pair as he tried his best to diffuse the situation to an extent. “I believe you’ve scolded your son enough, Mr. Goffard. Let’s calm down…” Derek’s father sighed and put him down, his son taking in deep breaths due to how his shirt collar choked him as his dad turned to the other “You’re right, sorry about that. You know I get…frustrated with him easily.”
“Mhmm, I’m very much aware of that. Let’s focus more on…
Deciding what his punishment shall be for making a mockery on MY livestreams, shall we?”
“Mm…good idea.”
The two towered over Derek, their eyes piercing into him as a nervous smiling formed on his lips.
“H…hah…oh I’m fucking SCREWED.”
EVENT END.
((I’ll let you all use your imagination on what Derek’s punishment is! I think it’ll be much more fun that way. Any asks that mention your own interpretation on his fate will be correct ;] ))
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who wants to hear the insane dream i had that im gonna write a drabble based off of
tw murder, gore, wacky dream stuff
i was at my grandma's with the two dogs, in front of her house, and suddenly i see blood on the little one's paw. and i'm like holy shit there's a little cut. it's bleeding. it's all over the place. and then somehow i follow the blood trail and my gaze lands on... guts. guts by the door. and blood all on the wall. and i follow it up. and there's a fucking corpse on the roof.
i tug on my mom's shirt and tell her holy shit there's a corpse on the roof. what the fuck what the fuck. we quickly try to get the dogs away from there. we grab them and go to another place away from grandma's. we distantly know it's the neighbour's doing because he's mad that we moved away and wants to kill our dogs.
we're inside now somewhere. i see the neighbour walk through the front door like he's a visitor, all smiles. i point and scream IT'S HIM IT'S HIM and no one really listens. they say they can't do anything because he's being friendly. then he walks past my mother and stops behind/hovering over me (i'm lying on the couch) and then leans down and tries to strangle me. someone gets him off me while i flail and try to hit and scratch him. when he's off me i hit him so hard that i actually knock him out cold. i hurt him some other way too but he's not dead just battered.
my mother is calling 112 (hungarian emergency number). i'm crying and saying he's still alive and if the police come and protect him then he'll stay alive and come after us again. parents don't listen and leave with the dogs in hand. i see the ambulances and the police arrive. i think to myself "i have a few minutes. they don't need to know what happened, it's just me here."
i start choking him but realise it'll take too much time. i think back to what i read abt snapping someone's neck but because of dream mechanics i can't gain enough momentum. so while grabbing his hair i push him face down onto the floor and step on the back of his neck/upper spine so hard i hear it crack. my shoe goes through the soft part at the bottom of his skull. there's brains and blood on my shoe.
i stumble out of there. i leave bloody footprints everywhere. i'm going insane, i just killed someone. i pass the police on the way down, they ask me "miss? miss? is everything ok?" they bring me outside in a blanket. i'm in a trance. i say it was self-defence. i know there's no way they'll believe that with how i brutalised the body. i get into an argument with a random old lady who makes fun of my mother for doting on the dogs. i tell her i just killed someone and i will do it again because it doesn't matter anymore. the police drag me away as she runs.
i wake up in a hospital next. its huge. no one tells me where anything is and i get lost immediately. i'm stumbling around in my hospital gown trying to find the room a nurse told me to find. no one gives me directions. i feel like i'm going in circles. i can't even find my room anymore. i wander into areas i shouldn't. i'm so fucking anxious. i just killed someone. why am i in hospital. where are my parents. where am i. why isn't anybody helping me.
i woke up without finding the room
#irlshaped#im not gonna say anything irl disturbing but lets just say it was difficult to live next to him#and my dream was a little warranted given how paranoid i was abt stuff he'd do lol#im glad we moved#murder#gore
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Whumptober day 7 - Only for emergencies(“It’s us or them”)
I drew a thing for day 6, so im still good on days, yippee!!
Summary: making a desperate escape, Cassidy has James use his clairvoyance
cw: Nausea, dissociation, injury(mostly to knees) if there's anything else please let me know
CLUNK!! Cassidy swung her bat again. It connected with someone’s chest. She was panting by now, but she grabbed James’ arm and dragged him down the hall. “Goddamnit, man! Move!!”
He stumbled, that same blank expression on his face. She yanked him forward, “You wanna fucking live, right??!!”
“Y-yeah…” His voice was hoarse and he blinked rapidly, trying to pull himself together.
Cassidy shoved him to the ground as a bolt of energy whipped overhead. “Son of a-“
She turned to its origin, another security officer was charging them from down the hallway. They were yelling something, the words didn’t matter, only the magical energy that twisted around them as they cast another bolt at her. She caught it with her bat and charged them, letting it fill the runes carved all over the weapon’s surface, though it still jolted her for a moment, sending a static-like shock into her hands. She winced and kept running, angling the bat so that the ice rune was facing the officer as she swung it into their legs. They tried to dodge her, but the rune activated and an icicle spiked from the wood, piercing the officer’s knee. They cried out and collapsed with a satisfying CRUNCH!!!
James cried out behind her, covering his ears. Cassidy didn’t wait for the call officer to recover their wits and attack again. She sprinted back towards him, grabbing his shoulder and forcing him back to his feet. They ran through the next door, the cramped halls opened up into the main warehouse. Shouting and alarms echoed in the space, only dampened by the shelves of various random goods that Cassidy didn’t stop to examine.
She could feel the exertion catching up to her. She was sweating hard and breathing harder, James looked like he was about to pass out. They needed to hide. She weaved through rows of shelves until the security lost her, then clambered over a pile of boxes, pulling James into a little hollow that could hide them. She knelt, pulling him down with her and slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything. He nodded, getting the message and she let go.
Footsteps pounded by, they held their breath. They passed into the next aisle. For the moment, no one knew where they were. Cassidy tried to make a plan, they were surrounded on all sides and it was only a matter of time before the security noticed their prey’s footsteps were absent from the cacophony. There were too many for Cassidy to fight off. She was good, but also they’d gotten lucky that no one had pulled a gun yet, she had a feeling that wouldn’t last. They needed a big distraction, something to draw everyone away. She was awful at aerial runes and verbal incantation was a no go right now, not like she was good at that either. James was good at aerial, but he wasn’t in any state to cast. Even if he had any energy to use, his hands were trembling too much to use as a focus.
She cursed under breath, wishing Mel was here. They were the only person(well, half-person) she knew that could cast magic at a distance, something to do with their deity heritage. She looked at James, he was half-deity as well so he had some kind of special ability.
She got up to his ear and whispered, “Remind me, what’s your freak-magic?”
It took him a few seconds to respond, struggling to process her words. It was hard to hear his rasp over the din, “cl-clairvoyance… -ish… I can… see or- or know… stuff… that I- I shouldn’t be able to…” he trailed off.
“Fuck.” She tapped on her thigh, trying to come up with something to use that for, “I was hoping you’d have the same shit as Mel.”
“sorry….” He looked genuinely apologetic, she flicked his forehead.
“Shut up with that. I need you to help me out here.”
Clairvoyance would be incredible to use, but that entirely depended on their reaction time to avoid getting caught and James wasn’t in any state to stay on top of a well armed security force. They needed to even the field in some way. “Can you see where the security is, or find us a way out?”
He shut his eyes tightly, then a soft glow started flickering under his eyelids as he focused. Cassidy had seen something similar with him before, his eyes sometimes glowed when there was danger he didn’t know about. But the light was weak now, and it seemed to take all his focus. He reopened his eyes, breathing a little heavier from effort, “I… I can- but…”
She cut him off, a plan coming to mind, “Could you see them if the warehouse was obscured?”
“M-Maybe…?”
“Okay. I have an idea. I flood the place with as much fog as I can, then you keep us away from the bastards and lead us to an exit-“
He grabbed one of her shoulders, though his grip was so weak it was kind of pathetic. “I don’t know- I don’t think I can… it….” He tried to think of a description of the sensation of seeing outside of his body, that weightless, numb feeling that started to nauseate him after only a few seconds. Especially when he had to move or talk at the same time, “I wouldn’t… I- I couldn’t keep up…”
She caught the desperate look he had, “We don’t have much of a choice- it’s that or I die and you get caught…”
He shook his head, trying to get across how impossible it would be, “…I’d have to k-keep m-my eyes closed…. I…”
A shout echoed through the warehouse, “They’re here somewhere! Start checking the shelves!”
Cassidy grabbed his shoulders and shook him a little, “All you have to do is direct me. I’ll keep us moving, so you can keep your eyes closed, but we have to go now.”
She pulled a black marker from her pocket without waiting for his response. There wasn’t any time left to convince him. She started drawing the overlapping circles and symbols to force the water vapor to weigh itself down into fog. It was already stupidly humid, so she hoped it would be enough. When she was done, she slapped a hand in the center, focusing as much magic as she could into the rune, the ink started to flake and separate, replacing itself with pure energy.
The air started to cool and drops of water started beading on the metal shelves, condensating and running down. You could almost feel the air sink, and fog started pooling around their feet. The shouting got louder and more frantic as people started noticing the fog. Cassidy kept pushing until it was as thick and tall as she could get it, a wall of white that towered overhead. She could barely see James less than a foot in front of her. He was shivering and had his jaw set to stop his teeth from chattering. His eyes were shut, and that slight glow had returned. She stripped off her hoodie and handed it over to him, he jumped in surprise and stared at her, then muttered a quiet “thanks…” and slipped it on over the ratty tank top he’d been forced to have on for the past few weeks. Despite his height, the sweater was massive on him.
He pulled the hood over his head and tightened the strings until most of his face was obscured. He looked stupid, but Cassidy suppressed her urge to say anything.
She grabbed his hand and her bat, then aimed her leg to kick over a box and run, “You ready?”
“N-no… but… there’s no one in this row right now… we sh-should go left-”
“Great!” She kicked the box as hard as she could then sprinted out into the aisle, James followed along, using his free hand to cover his eyes even more.
“How far?” She hoped he would understand the question.
He bit back the lightheadedness as best he could, “r-right at the next intersection-“
She ran harder, angling right as soon as the turn came into view. James stumbled, then yelped, “Two of them!! B-Behind!”
Cassidy heard the crackle of energy and flattened them against a shelf, a bolt shot past, inches from her nose. She swung her bat in their direction, filling the ice rune once more and launching a small volley of hail back at them. She heard a few pieces connect and kept running.
James switched between holding his breath and panting, trying desperately to keep his footing while sight switched rapidly around the warehouse, focusing on every noise and relating that to the floor plan in his head. “L-Left! Now!”
Cassidy veered left, dragging them down a different row. Footsteps passed by through the fog, she was unsure how many. She was pretty sure they were almost to the wall before he told her to go right. Then a series of rapid turns until she was sure they were going in circles, but she put that out of her mind, trusting James to find them a path. She was the workhorse, she was the warrior, the machine to take them where they needed.
“GET TO ANOTHER ASILE- NOW!!”
They weren’t at an intersection, but Cassidy could hear the panic in his voice. She half dove, half rolled into a shelf, throwing them both through a shelf. They tumbled out the other side just as a hail of gunshots tore through where they were moments ago. James gagged and covered his mouth, then pointed to the left with a shaky hand, “SW-SWING!!”
Cassidy swung as hard as she could, not bothering to stand, no time to charge a rune. Her bat connected with something and it collapsed with a scream. She was running at the thing before it hit the ground, almost tripping over the guard’s broken leg. “Jump!”
James leapt over the fallen guard, though his legs gave out when he landed, forcing Cassidy to catch him under arms and started dragging. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, theoretically, the signal that Leena had arrived with the car. She couldn’t check to make sure.
“I- I can’t!” James tried to get his footing, but he was moving too slow, too out of breath to keep up.
“It’s fine!!” Cassidy growled and all but threw him over her shoulder, barely slowing down. He was lighter than she thought, which was especially considering he had been skin and bones before he’d been taken. He yelped again and grabbed her t-shirt as tight as he could, trying to refocus on the warehouse layout and push down the spots that were dancing in his eyes.
“Right!!”
Her shoulder clipped the corner of a shelf and she stumbled for a moment. More rapid directions, then he had her swing again, clobbering another guard, but not before a high speed jet of water cut a gash into her hand. She winced away, dropping the bat with a clatter.
There was no time to go back for it. They were almost there. Three more turns, before James told her to go straight until they hit the double doors. She bolted into the blinding daylight, slamming into the doors and flinging them open. Leena’s convertible was idling a hundred feet away, but they made it. Bullets and spells riddled the doors and they all had to duck as she stepped on the gas, roaring through the field and making the sharped u-turn possible.
James slid down into the footwell, covering his mouth with both hands. Cassidy flopped on the seats, trying and failing to catch her breath. Leena didn’t bother saying hello, just sped along until they hit the road.
Eventually Cassidy could breathe enough to speak, “Where’s Mel?”
Leena’s voice was tight, “Busy. Check your texts.”
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~The Planet of Nexzrion~
Hello again my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful day! I wanted to give you a random sci-fi story about a planet full of men and no woman in sight until one day a woman and her AI companion crash landed on it. Who knows what might happen and who they might find on this strange planet? :3 :3 Thank you for taking the time to read my story and enjoy my lovies! And thank you again for all your love and support!
>Chapter 1: The Crash Landing<
"Beth, I'm trying everything in my power to circumnavigate the ship safely, but brace!" the AI shouted.
Hearing the word 'brace,' Beth ducked under the center console, shutting her eyes tightly and protecting her head from a concussion. Suddenly, the ship crash landed on hard soil, Beth only recieving minor cuts and bruises.
"Shit" she groaned as she slowly got up from under the console, pushed some of her curly black hair out of her face, and then looked around her ship, seeing most of the materials had fallen lose, electrical wires were exposed and running hot, everything was just a disaster. "Alpha, damage report?" "Alpha?!" Beth turned around to face the console and saw that it was not powered.
"My apologies Beth, I can not connect to the ship, so I had to eject myself into the android" A robotic voice spoke behind her.
Beth quickly turned around to face the womanly robot that Alpha had taken refuge in. "Oh damn, I'm sorry Alpha that you have to be contained in such a small space."
"No need to fret Beth, it is better that I am here and not somewhere else unwanted." "The damages to the ship are quite extensive, but can be repaired."
"Good, thank you Alpha." "We have to repair this ship fast before Johnny finds out that I left the group" She sighed as she slammed her fist on the console to get the view in front of her. "A-Alpha, is this planet atmospheric levels okay to breathe in?"
"A moment, scanning-yes, the atmosphere has a steady supply of oxygen, perfect for breathing." "However I do suggest that you bring your BBCS (biometric bionic containment suit) in case of an emergency, it has everything you need in case you are infected, injured, or hungry, as you like to call it."
"Ha, ha, don't make fun of my eating habits okay" Beth chuckled as she rushed over to her biometric locker and opened it, pulling on the suit. "Okay, let's see if we can find something or someone to repair my ship."
As Beth headed towards the back of the ship, she stopped in her tracks, "Alpha?"
"Yes?" Alpha responded.
"Do a scan to see if there is any life on this planet?" Beth worriedly said.
"Scanning, a moment-I'm sorry Beth, but I am unable to verify how many lifeforms are on this planet, there seems to be more than a hundred."
"What?" "Shit, better be careful then" She spoke softly, grabbing the latch that opened the hatch door and pulled on it, the back of the ship opening to view a beautiful sight of trees and funny enough, a lake. "Hmm, well, we have a water supply in case I get thirsty."
"A word of caution, filter out the water first before you drink it, who knows what organisms could be floating around in this body of water" Alpha warned Beth as she slowly walked out of the ship.
"Yes, thank you Alpha, I know" Beth rolled her eyes, pulling up the holographic display on her arm, trying to see if she could find suitable materials to repair her ship. "Huh, it says here there is a cave not too far from here that has cobalt, lithium, and other materials we can use to repair the ship."
"Sounds good, lead the way Beth, and don't roll your eyes at me next time" Alpha snickered, giving her a light slap on the back of her head.
"Hey!" Beth grasped the back of her head, making a funny face at her and then headed into the dim lit forest.
As the two walked, Alpha cautiously scanned around her, making sure that nothing dangerous was around that could potentially harm Beth.
"You see anything Alpha?"
"No, but keep your guard up, who knows what rare organisms are on this planet."
Beth nodded as she held her guard up, making sure she used all her senses to look around.
Without warning, a strange arrow shot in their direction, "Watch out!" Alpha warned as she tried to block the arrow from hitting Beth.
With quick thinking, Beth pulled out her shield and blocked the incoming arrow. "Get behind me Alpha" she ordered, Alpha obeying and going behind her.
"Show yourself coward!"
"What are you, and why are you trespassing on our lands?!" A masculine voice spoke from beyond.
"I am not trespassing, I crash landed on this planet, and require materials to fix my ship!"
"Beth I don't think you should converse with this person" Alpha whispered.
"Quiet Alpha please, let me talk to him, maybe we can come to an arrangement of some kind."
Within seconds, the masculine voice appeared from behind a tree, holding a bow and arrow, "Women?" he gasped, not believing his eyes.
Beth and Alpha both looked at each other in a confused manner, unsure as to why he was shocked to see women before? But as Beth adjusted her sight, she saw how the man was dressed, in primitive clothing, some sort of paint on his face, and weapons that couldn't possibly stop her (bow, arrows, spikes, etc).
"What the hell is your problem, have you never seen a woman before?!"
"Beth I do not suggest approaching this man with such a threatening tone of manner, maybe he simply has never seen technologically advanced people before?"
"Alpha please" Beth sighed as she made her shield disappear and slowly walked towards the man. "I mean no harm, but why are you shocked to see a woman?" she repeated herself in a less threatening manner, according to Alpha.
The man quickly checked around him to make sure no one else was around him and rushed towards the two, "Not here, follow me, and quickly" he spoke as he signaled them to follow him.
"Alpha?" "Calculations?"
"A moment, calculating-our chances of survival following this man is 95 percent."
"Hmm, good enough for me, I guess" Beth gulped, not liking this idea one bit.
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how could my day be bad when I'm with you?
university!au
gf!winter x reader
prompt - you've been wanting to go the aquarium because you need your jellyfish-sight-seeing-fix! and so your girlfriend minjeong does it for you
content - fluff! (facefullofsadness NOT writing smut? YES), a little rushed? like I fr forgot how to write chat..., time-skip, not entirely proofread, short! (kinda bad...)
wc - 1422
a/n - mid-writing, I realized this is literally just miss perfectsunlight's fic but with minjeong and jellyfish instead of aeri and seals... so read that one too cause it's veryvery cute and lovely
god, how I love minjeong.
but she is so goddamn stubborn! I told her not to get nor do anything for my birthday coming up because we'd both be way too busy with school to celebrate it, but the glint in her eyes whenever either of us bring it up is distracting. for the past few weeks she's been like this, and I know she's plotting.
and so when I woke up this morning, day of my birthday, and she wasn't lying next to me, I already knew something was up. she strolled in with a sweet grin on her face and a tray of food in her hands.
"good morningggg~~~!!!" she greeted, kissing my forehead.
"jeongie, what are you doing?" I grumbled.
"not even a good morning back? rude!" she huffed before having placed the tray of food on my lap, "eat!"
it was an arrangement of different breakfast food she had cooked up just before I had awoken. I couldn't stop the small grin emerge onto my face as I looked up at her expression, minjeong nibbling at her lip a little as she observed me.
"well, I know you don't really like breakfast foods, but it was all we had..." she nervously explained.
before I grabbed her hand to pull her closer and thank her, she slipped away and perked up, "oh! wait!"
she ran out of the room and I heard rummaging in the kitchen before her small impactful steps were heard stomping back to our room. her hands were behind her back as she dragged her feet back to me, shit-eating grin on her face.
"whatttt???" I rolled my eyes.
she pulled out a candle and stuck it into the pile of pancakes, other hand lighting it with a lighter. she snuggled up next to me and looked at me with that glint in her eyes.
"happy birthday y/n," minjeong smiled.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. she tasted sweeter than the sugary breakfast she prepared for me, maple syrup and pancakes unable to overtake the sheer taste of minjeong on my tongue. however, she pulled away before we got too passionate.
"as much as I would love to indulge in you, we have such a busy day ahead love! so hurry, eat up!" she excitedly stated.
I rolled my eyes at her, but her energy was so endearing even as she got up from my side and ran around to pick outfits for us.
"jeongie, what are we doinggggg?" I grumble as her hands cover my eyes, her standing behind me.
she giggles near my ear, filling my stomach with butterflies at the sound of her laugh, "if I told you, it wouldn't be much of a surprise, would it?"
"but I don't even like surprises!"
"and I like doing stuff for you but not all of us can get what we want!" she sighs and places a kiss on my cheek, "just trust me y/n-ie, mkay?"
we walk together some distance after getting out of the car, minjeong having driven us to a random location. I had absolutely no idea where we were and it was a little unsettling, the unknown making me uneasy. she must've sensed my discomfort, whispering sweet reassurances into my ear.
"it's okay baby, don't worry, it'll be so worth it." her voice was so soft and comforting, making me lean further into her relaxing touch.
the surroundings got quieter and it felt a little more chilly, realizing we had entered a building, hearing out footsteps slightly echo throughout the seemingly empty room.
"where the actual fuck are we jeongie?" I nervously chuckle, hearing my own laugh reverberate against the walls.
"well, why don't you find out for yourself hm?" I hear her say with a smile in her voice, gently dropping her hands away from my face.
"open up."
and when I opened my eyes, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. behind a huge glass pane were sections of jellyfish separated by species as they swam gracefully through their tanks. I felt my body float, the warm feeling of love swell in my chest it almost hurt.
I felt minjeong's warmth come closer to my body, her face against my shoulder as I feel her lips form a smile, "how'd I do?"
my eyes water as I reach for her hand, not tearing my sight away from the beautiful view in front of me, "I love you."
her soft giggles against my body make a tear fall down my cheek. she shifts herself in front of me, coming into view and cupping my face.
she kisses the stray tear and coos, "I didn't want you to cry!"
the pout on her lips disappears as soon as I smash my own against her's. I immediately melt completely against her hold, her hands holding my face so tenderly and precious, making me feel like I was the only girl to ever exist in the universe. she felt so good against me, our mouths moving perfectly against each other, like it was meant to be just our lips to touch one another's forever.
and we kiss, we kiss until I can't breathe, we kiss until minjeong smiles cockily against my lips and I pull her away annoyed.
her smirk makes me roll my eyes, "I love you too princess."
"c'mon, there's so much to see!" she swings my arm excitedly.
"baby, don't tell me you rented this whole fucking aquarium..."
she looks around and scratches her head with her lips pursed. "are you actually insane kim minjeong?"
she giggles, "maybe, for you."
she grabs my hand and drags me through the various exhibits. the more we tour, the more I realize, it's a specialty aquarium for jellyfish.
"well, I know how much you love them! so why wouldn't I make your birthday special? for my bestest girl?"
she pulls me in for another kiss, leaving it at a simple peck and smiling at me.
"but I think you're missing the best part..." she points towards the tank behind me.
turning to meet the exhibit full of crystal jellyfish, one of my favorite species.
"come, let's look at them," minjeong drags me to the window pane and I watch them, mesmerized.
there we were, watching the jellies dance through the water, maybe for minutes turned hours. I had blocked out all noise, completely in love with the beautiful creatures swimming about in front of me.
"jeongie... did you know that these jellies can expand its mouth when feeding to swallow jellies more than half its size?" I begin to ramble mindlessly.
she hums next to me, "wow, I didn't know that. tell me more love."
"well, when they're disturbed, they give off a green-blueish glow due to their light-producing organs in its' outer bell. there are like more than 100 of them in there."
"fascinating. a shame they shine so prettily when they get disturbed, no?"
"it's true, they must shine brightest just before harvestation of luminescent aeqorin which they use in neurological and biological experiments to detect calcium."
"oh no, I guess such a thing is necessary right?"
"mhm, it's important for research and helps us know how to take care of these species. they're so pretty aren't they?"
"yeah, so so beautiful... you're so smart y/n-ie," I turn towards minjeong, her eyes fixated on only me, a serene smile on her lips.
I blush at her gaze, "how long have you been staring?"
"I've never stopped to look away from you."
I try to look away but she catches my chin, facing me towards her, "and I won't ever stop looking at you. I love you, you're all mine."
she leans her forehead against mine, "got that?"
I hum in response. "I got this for you, before I forget."
she reaches into her small bag and pulls out a card, a cute little illustration of a jellyfish on it.
"jeongie..."
"open it cutie."
flipping open the card to see a stupid little message that read:
you make me go all squishy inside, so don't be jelly, you're the only fish in the sea for me!
and next to it, a little keychain of a moon jellyfish, another one of my favorites.
"okay yeah it's fucking stupid but I love being a little silly you know-"
"it's perfect," I interrupt her.
she sighs out a breath of relief, "good."
we lock eyes, "you're perfect. happy birthday y/n."
god, how I love minjeong.
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‘ Softly Glazed ‘ - KiriBaku x Fem!Reader
TW: Angst, Screaming, Fighting, Lovers Quarrel
( The boys notice how down you seem, they seemingly make things worse. )
As you pulled into the driveway, a string of curses came flying out as your car stalls and gives you more grief than it ever has in the past. Turning the car off, you rest your head on the top of the steering wheel as you hold back a swarm of tears. Almost everything and anything that could’ve possibly gone wrong today, did. First, a random man bumped into you on your way to work, spilling coffee down your newly bought silk shirt. Then, you endured an extremely tough battle with a villain whilst on patrol. Not to mention the heaps of paperwork at the office, the difficult new sidekicks who couldn’t comprehend even the simplest moves, and the jerk who wouldn’t leave you alone once your shift finally finished. The last reason made you grimace at the thought of it. Nothing upsetting or scary about a random man stood in-front of your car waiting for you to leave your workplace, refusing to let you get into your OWN car until you give him his number. The part that scares you the most was when he attempted to grab you, luckily Pro Hero Hawks was just around the corner and came over to prevent the man from advancing any further.
Pulling your keys from your purse, you opened the front door and slammed it shut behind you, kicking off your shoes into the nearest wall. A sigh made its way past your lips, as you headed into your kitchen, eager to find a snack to finally purge your hunger. As you stepped into the kitchen, your shoulders tensed once again as you scanned the room for a single clean spot. There was not a single place on the counter that was not covered in dirty dishes. Your head turns towards the hallway, where you watch your two boyfriends emerge from the back of the house, whom were both covered head to toe in what seemed to be flour.
“Y/N! Your home! Would you mind helping us clean the dishes?” Kiri flashed his beamy smile, which would usually make your heart melt. Not this time however.
“No.” You deadpanned, as a slowly deepening glare made its way onto your face. Kiri’s smile quickly dropped, as it was replaced with a frown. “Jeez, who put a stick up your ass huh?” Katsuki deeply chuckled, unaware of your freshly watering eyes. “Now get over here and help us clean up, we’ve made a mess.” Katsuki smirks, as he looks over towards you.
“I’ve had the fucking worst day ever. I’m hungry, cold, tired, my body aches, and all I want is some ramen and a fuckin’ bath. That is YOUR mess that YOU TWO MADE. I DON’T EXPECT EITHER OF YOU TO COME HOME AFTER A SHIFT AND FUCKIN’ CLEAN THE KITCHEN DO I? NO.” Your hands pull at your hair as you scream at the boys, one whose’s face grows more and more guilty, and the other’s who gains a harsher scowl.
“We just asked for some help cleaning the fucking kitchen. Don’t get your panties in a twist. Hah, I mean your day wasn’t that bad, I can guarantee it. Did someone not put enough sugar in your coffee? Oh! Did the wind ruin your hair whilst on patrol?” Katsuki bursts into a fit of laughter, gripping his stomach with one of his hands. “Katsuki! Don’t say that! Y/N we’re really so-“ Before Kiri could finish his sentence, the harsh sound of a door slamming broke Katsuki from his laughing fit. He looks towards his other partner, who has a disappointed look on his face. “Suki… didn’t you see the coffee stains on her shirt? And don’t you remember Hawks messaging us about asking if Y/N is okay, we never asked what that was about? Or what about the fact her face was puffy and red, she was clearly crying before she came home..” Kiri’s voice trailed off, as Katsuki’s face turned red from embarrassment. ‘How could I of not noticed all that shit. Fuck.’ Both boys turned to their phones and began bombarding Y/N with messages, begging for the girl to return home.
“May I have a single room for one night please? I’d like to check-out late as well. Ah, do you still have room service running? I know it’s late but I’m just so hungry and-“ The woman in-front of you waved her hands, giving a soft smile as she did. “Please, I can tell you’ve had a rough day my dear. We know who you are, your Pro Hero Y/H/N. The room will be on us, I’ll get room service to arrive to your room once you’re settled in. Thank you for all the service you do for us. Please, stay as long as you need.” Tears welled up in your eyes, as you endlessly thank the first person who showed you any type of kindness throughout the whole day.
After polishing off your food, and finally settling into bed, you glance at your phone, mentally arguing with yourself on wether or not you should message the boys. You had turned your phone off when you had left the house after the argument. All you wanted, was to come home to your boys, be smothered with love, and doze off into a peaceful sleep. Instead, you felt as if your feelings had been completely disregarded, and that they only viewed you as a woman who gives affection, then cleans away as soon as she’s finished her chores. After what felt like hours, you finally rolled over and decided to turn in for the night.
As you thanked the hotel staff for their kind gestures (and heavily tipped them all), you sat in your car, anxiously tapping the wheel. Finally, after turning on your phone, you watched as hundreds of calls and messages bombarded your phone.
Finally, you pulled back into your home drive away and pushed all your pride aside. Deciding to go in with a stoic face, you entered the house, and was met with blissful silence. They aren’t home. Quickly, you ran upstairs into your room and changed into the comfiest pyjamas you owned, heading back downstairs and plopping down on the couch with a blanket thrown across your body. Turning on Y/F/S, you snuggled into the blanket and relaxed into the soft couch.
As you snuggled into the warmth that covered your entire body, you blissfully let a sigh of relief out. You felt so warm, almost to warm. As your eyes fluttered open, you was met with a tray placed on the coffee table in-front of you. A mug of hot chocolate, and your favourite flavoured donuts was laid out infront of you. Turning to your side, you saw a face full of regret. Katsuki. To your other side was Kiri, whom radiated of his regular comforting vibe. “Hey Y/N.” Katsuki mumbled. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, refusing to look at either of them. “Look Y/N I know we fucked up. Mostly me. I’m sorry, and I love you. I should’ve cleaned up my own mess. I know you had a shit say yesterday, and we’re here to listen.” Katsuki gave a soft, but very awkward smile. As you turned to face Kiri, he took your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to face him directly. “We’re here when you wanna vent Y/N. And we always will be. We both love you a lot. Katsuki and I even made your favourite donuts! I know it’s not much but we wanted to make it up to you with more than just words.” You gave a soft smile, as you looked towards the homemade treats laid out for you. “We went out looking for you earlier, and when we came home we saw you passed out of the couch. We ran you a bath as well, it’s got all that smelly shit you use in it. And.. we got you some new fluffy pyjamas since we know how much you love them.” Katsuki spoke softly this time, his hand edging closer to yours every so often. You turn to face Katsuki and give him a soft kiss, then turn to Kiri to give him the same treatment.
Katsuki wiggles himself up closer towards you, and puts his arm round your shoulder as he encourages your head to lean on his shoulder. Kiri leans down and lies across your lap, taking your hand and playing with your fingers. This is what you wanted yesterday. But now is better than ever.
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“Good girl.” you smiled as the yellow feathered Chocobo ate from your hand. “Eat up, you need your energy.” you scratched the top of her head as she squawked gratefully.
“Y/N are you still here?” the farmhand, Faye emerged from the stables to find you. “Do you not have any other plans?”
“Trust me.” you began to laugh. “I’d much rather scoop up giant bird poops than deal with my personal life right now...or lack thereof.”
“Well isn’t that somethin- Is that the crown prince I see?” she looked past you which made you follow her eyes. “It is?! Prince Noctis on my Chocobo farm. Quick! How do I look?”
“Like a farmer.” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps get the shit off your boots.”
“Damnit! I should have worn my new ones.” She began wiping the bottoms of her shoes against the grass.
“Faye, he’s just a prince. I don’t know what’s so great about him anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “He seems like an asshole from what I’ve seen of him.”
“You’ve never even met him.” she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll like him!”
“Sure, whatever you say, Faye.” you laughed. “That’ll happen.”
...
“Ugh why are we here anyways?” Noctis rolled his eyes as Ignis pulled up to the famous Chocobo farm.
“Because!” Prompto snapped in reply. The blond male didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out. “The eggs are supposed to be hatching today and I want to be the first to capture a picture of those featherless faces!”
“Of course.” he scoffed. Noctis liked Chocobos, sure. He just didn’t think an idea of a good Saturday morning was to spend the day at a bunch of dirty, smelly, stables, for a bunch of unhatched eggs no less. “Great.”
“I suggest you fix your face, the farmhand is here.” Gladio grunted, hopping out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”
“Whateve-” Noctis turned his head towards the loud squawking when his eyes landed on you. You were feeding a random Chocobo while talking to that farmgirl who ran the stables. “Woah.” he felt his heart flutter. Who were you?! He heard you laugh from where he was and felt his heart stop. Your laugh, it was beautiful.
“Yo? Who is that girl?” Noctis scrambled out of the car, nearly falling on his face. He tried desperately to fix himself up. “Specs?”
“I believe she frequents the shops not too far from here.” Ignis replied in his usually cool manner. “I believe she is also a friend of that Dino character we run into from time to time.”
“No way. Her?! Friends with that-” Noctis shook his head in disbelief. He found it impossible to walk forward. Gravity was stopping him. He didn’t even notice everyone else walking ahead of him. He had never seen you around before but he wished he had. “Woah....”
...
You were still chatting with Faye when a group of guys ran up. One of them held a camera and looked as if he were about to explode. You had no time to register the camera flash. Good think he captured your good side.
“I AM HERE FOR THE EGGS!” he declared. His abrasiveness surprised you. Was he talking about the new hatchlings?
“Ummm-” Faye looked scared. “You here to volunteer?”
“Heck yeah I am!” he explosive blonde looked as if he was about to piss himself from excitement. “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR CHOCOBOS!”
“Alright! Keep your pants on. Follow me. Y/N, you’ll be good here right?” Faye asked, seemingly frightened by the giddy young man.
“Yeah.” you stifled a laugh. “I’ll be just fine here.” you shook your head as the man ran full force for the stables. You were about to go about your business when a black haired boy stumbled up to you. “For a royal, you’re pretty clumsy.” you stifled laughter.
“Huh?!” he looked taken aback. “You know who I am?”
“...I mean aren’t I supposed to?” you turned back towards the Chocobo. “Prince Noctis?” you tried to hold in your distaste, but he caught up on it instantly.
“Is there an issue with me-”
“As a matter of fact there is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you were making when you pulled up with your friends.” you cut him off. “Big and bad prince man can’t be seen around a few Chocobos?”
“Oh, no that’s not it at all.” Noctis tried to explain himself in the best way he could.
“Then what exactly is it?” you turned towards him again. “I mean really?”
“Okay so I admit my attitude isn’t the best-”:
“So you admit it?” you held back harsh laugh. “Hm, It’s a start.” you shrugged.
“I mean, you aren’t really giving me a fair chance. You only know me from the papers.” he explained. “You don’t really know me as a person. For all I know you could be a stalker.”
“I am no a stalker!” you looked him up and down.
“I wouldn’t know that.” he winked. “So maybe we both have it all wrong.”
“And what do you wanna do to fix that, go on a date or something?” you scoffed.
“Yes!” he replied honestly. “Let me prove I’m not some asshole!”
“Is it that imperative that you go out of your way to prove to me that you aren’t an asshole?” you raised a brow.
“Yes!” he nodded quickly.
...
You boredly sat at the restaurant table. He was late. 15 minutes to be exact.
“I knew this was a load of-” you prepared yourself to stand up when a man frantically rushed in.
“I’M HERE!” Noctis yelled, grabbing the attention of the other patrons. He practically fell into the chair right across from you.
“Nice of you to show.” you sat back down. You decided to humor this guy. “Care to explain?”
“Sorry! Stupid Prompto gave me the wrong address and...woah...” he nearly drooled all over the place seeing you in your tight black dress. “You look...amazing.”
“Sure I do.” you scoffed. “I’m sure I still have dried up chocobo shit in my hair,” you turned away from him, feeling your insecurity creep up on you, tons more than usual. “But thank you.” you relaxed in your chair.
“No I mean it! Even when I saw you...I thought you were beautiful.” he expressed.
“Really?” you paused to look him in the eye.
“Really.” he smiled. “You’re the best looking girl here.”
“I definitely don’t believe that...but thank you.” you said shyly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
....
“What about that one?” you pointed to a random star.
“That one, there’s a legend that it’s a parallel version of this world.”
You both sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the moonlit sky. After dinner, Noctis had taken you to the docks on Galdin Quay.
“No way. “You stared at the star in wonder. “How many worlds do you think there are?”
“Infinite, my dad says so.” Noctis replied. “All different versions of us doing different things.” he smiled to himself. “Maybe there’s a version of me that...is actually proud to be a prince.” he glowered.
“Maybe there’s a version of me whose the royal instead.” you nudged him. That made him chuckle a bit.
“If that’s the case...I’d be happy to bow down to you.” he flirted. He looked back at the sky. “Try that one.” he pointed.
“I know that one.” you beamed a little. “There’s a legend called the Lover’s Star, if a couple sees it on their first date...they’ll be together forever.” you mused romantically. It was only then you had realized your fingers had laced into Noctis’s.
“Maybe today was our lucky day.” he winked. After a second of silence, you decided to confess.
“I was wrong about you.” you said honestly a while. “I think you’re pretty amazing, Noct.” you chuckled.
“So...” he smiled deviously. “Are ya gonna say I’m sorry?” he mocked.
“You wish. You’re still a stuck up prince to me...you’re just not an asshole prince.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re not like most guys around here.” you shyly looked away from him you dug your toes into the sand.
“Well I’m not from around here.” he replied. “You’re different from everyone around here. You’re not all into me because I’m The Prince Noctis- that’s all I want. I want someone to see me for who I am...not what I am.”
You shyly kicked your legs in the water, looking at the ripples in the water.. “I’m glad I could be that person for you Noctis.” you smiled.
“Guess this means you’re gonna be part of my team now?” he bit his lip. “You’ll be my...ummm...I’ll think of something.”
“I look forward to it.” you giggled.
“Hm for now...come here.” he winked, gently holding the side of your face. Noctis kissed you. You felt your senses go off. You instantly grabbed his face, kissing him back.
...
You fell back on the hotel bed, refusing to disconnect from a feverish prince throwing himself at you. He kissed you with urgency, as if you would disappear before his eyes. He tore a rip up your dress hastily.
Your tongues clashed together as you kissed, the air was getting heavy. You helped Noctis out of his jacket. Your dress had turned to ribbons and your panties weren’t too far behind.
“N-noctis..” you hissed, feeling his hands explore every inch of your body.
“You feel even better than I imagined you would.” he kissed your bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” he moaned. It was like you were the goddess, the royal, and he was the peasant.
You felt shy under his gaze. He stared up at you, biting his lip. “I don’t think I can wait...” he groaned. “A-are you okay with this?”
“God, yes.” you mewled as he kissed your thighs.
“I wanna worship you.” he moaned, ghosting his lips over your center. You shyly stared down at Noctis who looked up at you with a shit eating grin.
He sunk his tongue into you, lashing against your pussy. You instantly grabbed a fist full of his hair. You and him both were a mess. Hisses and prolonged moans escaped your lungs along with his name. You were sure the people in the next room could hear you.
Noctis crawled over you again, a predatory glare in his eyes. He bit his lip, staring down at you. “You’re so fucking cute...”
...
“I’d do anything for you.” he moaned against your lips. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” he whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppily. He bucked his hips rhythmically, your bodies moving and grinding in sweet friction. His cock twitched inside of you as he grew near his release, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to cum to the sounds of your cries and screams. ”Gonna make you my queen and w-we’ll rule together until our hearts give out baby. F-FUUUCCKK.”
“Noctis.” you croaked. Hearing his words in your ear made you hiss in delight. This alone caused him to dig his nails into your sides and thrust even deeper into your heat. You didn’t know what else do you but let a stream of cries escape your lungs.
“I love it when you say my name.” he grunted. “Say it again.”
“N-noctis.” your insides lurched as you tightened around his length. “I wanna- I’m gonna-”
“Again.” he barked. “Never stop saying my name. Never say another man’s name!” he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.” he growled.
“Noctisss.” you arched your back. “F-fu-” you whimpered, at the impact. “S-shit!”
Noctis yanked himself from you, spraying his cum all over your stomach. Shortly before, you came too, feeling your water run down your leg. He fell forward, burying his head into your neck. “Baby, I’d fucking do everything for you.”
You shook under his body, whimpering at his gentle touches. You felt him kiss your need lovingly as you both drifted off to sleep.
...
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That ending was a stab on the heart from beginning to end I'm gonna steal bob 🏃🏾♀️
The One That Got Away
Shigaraki x GN!Reader
Warnings: Angst, cheating, death
A/N: Don’t threaten Bob
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The bed felt different after that night.
2 months ago you had caught Shigaraki cheating on you with someone random woman. You stood in the doorway just watching, trying to find the words to say but nothing came out. It’s only when you dropped your groceries and your present to him is when he noticed your presence.
*flashback*
“Shit! (Y/N) it’s not what it looks like-” He tripped over his words. You said nothing as you just looked at him, knowing that no matter how much you loved him that there was nothing that could ever make you forget this.
“Fuck just say something!” You were still silent as you dropped the groceries you were holding. It just wasn’t clicking for you. How could he do this to you? what had you done wrong?
“What did I do wrong?” Your voice seemed to echo throughout the room. Nobody said anything. Until she spoke up.
“Oh my god, Im so sorry! I didn’t know he was taken! Please forgive me.” The girl spoke as she jumped outta bed and started putting her clothes on.
“It’s okay. I forgive you.” Those words spilled from your mouth before you could actually say anything you meant. The girl had hugged you before saying she was so sorry a final time. Flipping off Shiggy on the way out.
“(Y/N)...i promise we can talk about this.” You just kept looking at him. Those eyes seemed to burn into his soul. He doesn’t think you noticed the tears spilling from your eyes. He was about to say something to you but you started to walk towards him. Thinking he was gonna get hit he just stood still before feeling your part of the bed dip.
He turns around to see you laying there, eyes still open with tears rushing down your face, your clothes of the day still on your body.
Shigaraki tried to put his arms around you but you had hit his hands back. and used your feet to push him to the edge of the bed while you laid clung to the wall.
*flashback over*
Thinking back on it you don’t know why you didn’t just walk away. Maybe you were to tired from being busy and running errands for him all day? Did you want it to be a bad dream and hope to walk up to realize nothing ever happened? Whatever the reason was, you weren’t sure but a part of you wishes that you left that night.
Now you sit at the bar, sitting far away from what use to be your boyfriend, not even taking a glimpse of him and he knew it. You just sat in the corner drinking and looking on your phone until a familiar smell approached you.
“Oh hey Dabi.”
“Hey there (Y/N), why aren’t you hanging out with crusty over there? He keeps staring at you and the tension in here could be cut with a knife. It’s been two months and apparently everyone said i should ask what's going on.”
“Im not going near him at the moment. We’re on a break per say.” this seemed to peak Dabi’s interest as he leaned closer.
“Oh? Did crusty do something? Your secret's safe with me, i swear on my soul.” What did it matter if you told Dabi? He already doesn’t respect Shigaraki so why not, plus, so what if that fuck didn’t want anyone knowing, he shouldn’t have cheated when everyone else was sleeping in the base.
“Don’t tell anyone I told you but, 2 months ago I caught Shigaraki cheating on me...” You felt small tears prickle the corner of your eyes. Bringing your hand up to your face you rub it away, hoping to ignore the pain that was banging against your chest.
“What a dick, wanna make him pay?” You look up at Dabi who had a huge grin on his face. You thought about it for a good few seconds before shaking each others hand.
“Once Shigaraki goes out on that mission today, we’ll talk more.” Dabi said before getting up from his seat and grabbing a drink from the bar.
You didn’t know what Dabi had planned but you hoped it would bring Shigaraki the same pain you felt that fateful night 2 months ago.
~~~
You sat on the ground in Dabi’s room as he paced back in forth, coming up with revenge plans. All of them sucked or ended up with you guys might going to Jail.
“New plan, everytime Shigaraki wants to hang out tell him you had plans with me and leave the room. You can go somewhere and i’ll go somewhere with you. Effectively ditching him.” Thinking, you try to come up with all the pros and cons this proposal Dabi shared with you. But soon your hurt over ruled the logical side of you and you agreed to it not a moment later.
“Great! Now all we need is for Shigaraki to ask to hang out with you. Don’t know how long that’ll take though...”
“I usually ignore him after what happened but sometimes he asks to hang out with me whenever its a slow day at the base or if he’s bored.”
“ Well guess we have to wait tell then huh?” Nodding your head, you get up before putting a thumbs up in his direction. You walked out of his room and see Shigaraki sitting at the bar. He must have finished his mission early. You rolled your eyes before sitting on the other side of the bar counter. You could feel shigaraki look at you through father.
“Hey....”
“.....”
“Look im sorry, a-and i know that doesn’t excuse what I did but please-” You got up before he could finishing his sentence as you walked towards your shared bedroom. Going in there use to give you comfort but now everytime you step into that room you see that fateful night over and over again.
You sat on the bed before hearing Shigaraki’s footsteps coming towards the room. Furrowing your brows, you ignore him as you put your shoes on. You needed a little bit of fresh air so you were planning on going to the local park to relax a bit. You weren’t a villain like the rest of them, you were just a simple civilian. Not that you minded really. It was peaceful not fearing for your life everyday and having the fear of failure not on your shoulders.
You didn’t really have a quirk so you just ignored the questions when people asked you if you had one.
“Can I talk to you?” You were dragged back to reality when Shigaraki’s voice rang through your ears. Annoyed you just answered hoping that the conversation would be short.
“What do you want?” You voice was snappy and you could feel the venom dripping from it.
“I understand that your mad. And you have every right to be but your not even giving me a chance to redeem myself and-”
“Redeem yourself? Why the hell would I do that? YOU cheated on ME. LIke hell im gonna forgive you so easily.”
“It’s been two months! What happened was in the past!”
“It was in the past my ass. How would you like it to see your lover in bed with another?!”
“I-”
“I felt like my soul died that day. I thought I was your only one! Only to find out that you slept with her! Was she a one time thing or were there more hookups?!” You stood up from the bed as your fists turned white and your anger slowly erupting.
“.....”
“TELL ME DAMNIT!”
“Three...there were three different occasions...” Now the tears were kicking in. You were hoping that it wasn’t true. What if there was more and he was only saying three just to ease your heart?
“Why? Why would you do this to me? What did I do to deserve this?” Your questions were like knives stabbing into Shigaraki’s heart. He wanted to tell you the truth, but he didn’t want your heart to hurt more than it already was.
“Im not going to ask again Shigaraki. You either tell me the truth or I will walk out of this base and never come back.”
“The...the first time it was a drunk accident, the second time Dabi had brought her to the base and one thing led to another. The last one was the same as the second one.”
“Did...did Dabi know about the affair?” You were begging, no pleading for him not to have known. You didn’t know if your heart could take it.
“Yes...” That was it. That was the thing that broke you. Walking up to Shigaraki you pushed past him before flipping him off and saying one final line.
“I would rather die that ever be with you again.” And with that, you left the hideout. You speed walked through the alleys to get to you parked your car. Your friends house was pretty far and you didn’t feel like walking in the dead of night were criminal activity was more active.
Getting in your car, you turn on the radio and start breaking down. Your tears were blurring your eyesight as you put the car in drive.
The streets weren’t busy except for the occasion car with some college students. Or drunk people walking along the sidewalk. The sound of the radio blasting songs that were supposed to be happy barley brightened up your mood as you drove down the dark highways.
All of a sudden a bright light hit your eyes from the right side. Some fuck must have had their brights on. But you had the right away so you went. All of a sudden a huge crash rang through your ears and the world became dark.
~~~
A ring came from Shigaraki’s phone. Looking at the clock he noticed it to be 2am. Annoyed he just decided to answer it.
“Hello, this is (hospital name). You were listed under a emergency contact for (Y/N) (L/N).” Shigaraki jolted awake as his hands reached his neck, standing up and already begun to pace the floor of his room.
“Yes did something happen?!”
“At 12am tonight miss (Y/N) was in a car crash. A hit and run to be exact. Their car was totalled after it rolled about 3 times from the speed that the driver hit them. A bystander of the accident called 119. They were in need of surgery immediately once paramedics noticed that they were crushed and bleeding out quickly due to a shard of glass that was stabbed in their chest.”
“Are they okay?!” The doctor on the other end went silent.
“Im deeply sorry for your lost sir. They died during surgery trying to remove the glass that was lodged in their skin. The police are on the look for the suspect. if you wish to see them were on (blank street). Once again, im sorry for your loss. Goodnight sir.” The phone went silent as the doctor hung up.
Everything seemed to stop as the feared villain feel to his knees. Tears fell from his eyes as his body shook. He realized that now it was impossible to even try. And the last words you had ever said were ‘ you’d rather die than ever be with him again.’ Crying into his hands as his tears made a puddle on the floor.
I guess you took your words seriously.
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