#mom called an ambulance and turnes out I scratched my back on a box that was next to the shower tub combo we had

[trashyandtiredsol]

The jist of my fainting experience in the tags here!! Long as hell

Feel free to tell me more about it

[phantomrose96]

Joyrider

(Welcome to another warm-up writing piece. cw for mild body horror)

...

The mall food court doubled rather nicely as a battle-dome.

It fit the bill: a flat and circular arena, crowned two-stories up by a hemisphere of glass windows which lapsed iridescent in the maelstrom of ecto-fire.

Spectator chairs sat empty, hastily shoved back and knocked over by the Amity Park mall patrons who knew to leg it at the first sound of explosions and the first sign of the atmosphere tipping dark. Admittedly, the patron evacuation took longer than Danny anticipated, and he backed himself into a corner playing defense for the 50 some-odd people who, worn-out on the every-day mundanity of ghost alarms, took their time gathering belongings, or shutting off burners, or working in a few last bites of a burger.

So with the crowd gone and the stage their own, Danny found himself pressed back against a vat of french fry oil, hands braced against the handle of a broom he held out horizontally, which the ghost gripped with equal measure and shoved her full weight against.

“Oh, why not take a little dip, Ghost Boy? I hear the water’s nice.”

“No thanks,” Danny answered, shoving harder. “I never was much of a hot tub guy. You on the other hand—”

Danny set a foot forward and pivoted, body fueling the torque as he spun the broom, and tore the ghost with him, a pirouette to swap their spots and jam the ghost back-pressed to the fryer.

“—you seem like you’d like it hot.”

The ghost barked a laugh, jaw stretching lower and loose than Danny was comfortable with.

“Ha! You sure? Not very heroic of you to deep fry this girl I’m possessing.”

Danny faltered. His grip slipped. His blood chilled to ice as the information clicked in place – as he recognized the sensation of a ghost talking through someone. This wasn’t the ghost’s own form. This was some girl. How had he not felt—

A blast took him by the ribs. Danny doubled over, immediately kicked back. A foot found contact with his face, driving him down, until the girl’s wet and slippery fingers pinned him down by the wrists.

Danny strained. He could pivot his wrist a fraction of an inch left or right, but he could not break the hold.

“Get off me!”

And a voice answered from behind him.

“I can help with that.”

Danny craned his neck. Upside down, vantage point from the floor, he registered Sam’s combat boots slam into focus. She bent to one knee, a bazooka locked on the other. It charged, whined, and erupted with an explosion of green light.

The ghost shrieked. It took only an instant of resistance before the ghost tore cleanly from the girl possessed.

“Now if you don’t mind me—” Tucker, by the voice. Danny heard the whine of a Fenton Thermos heating up. “—I’d officially like to change my order from fries to soup.”

The beam burst forth, and the writhing, shrieking, yelping form of the exorcised ghost clawed and scratched in Danny’s direction before the thermos consumed her in full.

“Really? ‘Fries to soup’? Even Danny can do better than that.”

“Hey,” Danny answered.

“I was thinking on my feet, Sam. I didn’t hear any witty quips from you.”

The conversation fell away from Danny’s focus as the full human weight of the possessed girl dropped down on him. Gently, Danny gripped her by the shoulder, lifting her as he pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Your parents’ anti-possession gear is getting good. I don’t think I’ve seen an exorcism work that quickly.” Sam’s voice, now at his side. Danny glanced over, finding her kneeling beside him. “Is she hurt?”

Danny gave the girl a once-over. She was pale, cold, lips seeping blue. A mottled, blackish bruise spread across her temple, partially hidden beneath loose red bangs.

“I don’t… totally know. I didn’t land any hits on her, thankfully. But who knows what that ghost might have done. We should call an ambulance.”

“On it,” Tucker, from behind.

“Do you… do you think the bazooka might have hurt her?” Sam asked.

Danny shook his head. “Mom and Dad have blasted each other with that thing a hundred times. Dad got himself possessed by the box ghost for a trial run. It doesn’t hurt people. …Maybe she just needs a minute.”

“Lay her down, maybe?”

“Good idea.”

Danny eased forward, careful in his movements. Something about his grip slipped, sliding loose and rolling forward, and she fell unceremoniously from his arms, shoulder knocking ground as she lay there partially turned on her side.

“Danny!”

“Sorry! I didn’t—something slipped!”

“Well don’t leave her like—” Sam gripped a hand to the girl’s shoulder, weight behind her wrist to roll the girl fully onto her back. Sam’s hand froze, and then yanked away.

“What?” Danny asked.

“That didn’t feel right.” Sam only stared down, her hand hovering, twitching in increments. “Way too cold… and loose.”

“Loose?”

“Danny, look at her hands. What’s wrong with her hands?”

Danny looked. The skin stretched and wrapped the bones of her fingers as if rotated partway around. Her fingernails sat off-center, twisted around and bunched up like a glove. Sam’s hand came back into view, and she clamped it to the girl’s wrist.

“It’s like jelly. Danny it’s like jelly. Why is she this cold? Danny, I don’t think she’s—”

Something new caught Danny’s eye, a purple discoloration peeking out from the bottom ruffles of the girl’s shirt. His hands seemed to move on their own as he reached down, and pinched the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it back.

Black bruising consumed her torso, caving deep and bloating, pruning around the trails of heavy stitching that ran along the tracks of surgical cuts carving through her abdomen.

Danny yanked his hand away as if burned.

“Danny, she’s not breathing.”

The rest of Danny’s thoughts drowned in the swelling wail of the approaching ambulance siren.

…

Outside the Fenton Portal, green lighting doused the only part of Danny’s form not hidden in shadow, and danced with the fire of his glowing green eyes. Danny uncapped the thermos in his hand, and he trailed his thumb along the eject switch.

A new consuming green light belted forth, lasting only a moment until it vanished with a twin-braided ghost in its wake. The ghost blinked, smoothing over her hair and pulling the ends of her braids over her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s the Ghost Boy again. I thought you’d just throw me back in the Ghost Zone. Are you interested in a round 2?”

“No, not interested,” Danny answered, tone colder than ice.

“Yeesh, you’re quite sour. No more puns?”

“Why were you possessing that girl?”

“Hmm?”

“Why were you possessing her?”

The ghost blinked, green portal light mixing murkily with her purple eyes. “No particular reason. It was just a joyride.”

“A joyr—she was dead.”

Another blink. “Yeah I know. She was sitting in the morgue. She was in like a car crash or something and they already took all her organs. They didn’t need her. And I was gonna give her back, but you had to go and make it a whole thing.” The girl swooped forward, eyes wide and roving over Danny. “You seem mad. Wanna call a truce?” She stuck a hand forward. “I’m Melissa, by the way.”

Danny jolted, eyes flashing brighter. “No, you’re not. That girl was Melissa.”

“Oh for real?” Melissa let out a chuckle. ��Crazy coincidence. I like don’t even know that many Melissas. Anyway truce?”

“No.” Danny ran his fingers through his hair. “You were possessing the body of a dead girl and you made me fight her! Don’t you see how that’s—that’s so—how fucked up—that you’d even—”

“Well I mean, I didn’t make you fight me. You made that happen. I was minding my business.”

“Doing what?”

“Shopping. Why else would I take a body for a joyride? I stole some cute clothes to wear. Stole some food to eat. Oh! That outfit I was wearing when we were fighting? Yeah I picked that out. She was in like a hospital gown when I found her. Super cute improvement right?”

An ectoblast sounded and connected with the wall behind Melissa, missing her a foot to the right. Danny’s hand glowed, and his eyes focused with a razor sharpness.

“Stop talking like that, okay? It’s pissing me off. I need you to tell me you know this was fucked up.”

Melissa put a finger to her chin. “I mean I guess stealing is kinda wrong. They were all like, big box corporate stores don’t worry.”

“The. Dead. Body.”

And Melissa fell silent a moment, violet eyes probing deep into Danny’s before widening. “Oh. Oh you’re like for-real mad about that. Like actually. I thought you were like, making an ironic joke.”

“Why the hell would I be joking about this??”

Melissa cocked her head to the side. “Well because you’re doing it too, duh. Like, duh.”

A huff of air cut against Danny’s teeth, an involuntary noise, incredulous, a guffaw he didn’t consciously make. The jelly sensation of decomposing flesh was back under his fingers. “I am not—would never—I’ve never even seen a dead body before this thing with you and I’d never in a million years even think for even a fucking second that I’d want to possess a dead body. What’s wrong with you?!”

Melissa bobbed a little in the air, ends of her braids trailing over the straps of her ephemeral sundress. “See this is why I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. What are you talking about? You’re doing it right now.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “The black-haired boy whose corpse you’re possessing. Why are you allowed to do it?”

Danny froze. He laughed, heavy, with an uncomfortable force. “Myself, you mean? I’m not possessing myself. I am myself. I’m a half-ghost.”

Melissa met his laugh. “Oh what? No way like, that’s your own corpse? How’d you even get back to it in time? That’s crazy lucky like you must have died right near a portal or something.”

An involuntary shiver traced down Danny’s spine.

“…I’m not dead.” His eyes shifted around, and Danny dropped to the floor. He set a hand against the wall, throwing on the lights to the Fenton basement. Rings swept around his form, green iridescent eyes sweeping blue, white hair seeping black. “Look. Literally look at me. I’m not dead.”

And Melissa swooped closer. She set a finger to her bottom lip and hovered a foot in front of Danny, drinking him in. She swept to the side, like a swimmer in the water, sweeping around him in a full arc. She edged closer and pinched her fingers against the exposed skin on Danny’s arm. He flinched.

“Oh wow there’s like, not even any decay or anything. Your human brain even feels like it’s working it’s all like, electro-magnety. How long were you dead before you got back to your body?”

“I didn’t die.”

“Then what did happen?”

“I got shocked by the Fenton Portal, okay? It was just a lab accident and it gave me powers.”

“Oh. Oh.” Melissa’s eyes shot wide. “Oh you didn’t die near a portal… You died in a portal. You didn’t even have to get back to find your body at all. You must have appeared like practically on top of your own body. That’s crazy lucky. That’s so lucky. Your body was like, probably only dead a microsecond before you hopped back in. No wonder it’s so well-preserved.”

Danny swatted her away. “You’re not listening to me.”

“You’re not listening to me.” Melissa floated backwards. “What do you think is more likely? A bajillion ecto-volts somehow gave you superpowers that exactly mirror everything a regular dead ghost can do? …Or you died, and became a regular old ghost, and did what any regular old ghost can do, which is possess a freshly-dead dead body?”

“…I’m half-ghost,” Danny answered, human heart pounding in his chest. “I know what I am.”

Melissa bobbed back, feet pointed backwards until the soles of her feet skimmed the matrix of the portal. “I see you’ve made up your mind. That’s alright. But it was still pretty mean of you to accuse me like a big hypocrite like that.”

“I’ll destroy you if you ever try that again.”

“Oh I’ll try asking permission next time okay? Promise.” Melissa’s feet sank into the surface of the portal. “But, before I go, I’ve just got one more question to leave you with.”

“Go.”

“Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?”

“Go.”

“Maybe you’ll have an answer for me next time I see you. Byeee!”

A spark of white erupted from the portal, consuming, absorbing, and fizzling out as Melissa’s form vanished into the ether beyond.

…

“Hey! Yo! Danny, come check this out!”

Danny rounded the stairs, unsocked feet creaking the floorboards with each step. Danny yawned, and blinked, and rubbed at his bruised eyes with the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Still asleep? That’s fine! You don’t have to do anything. Just come over here and look at what your old pop’s been up to.”

Danny entered the living room, where Jack sat hunched on the couch surrounded by an arsenal of power tools, rags, oil, soldering equipment, and scrap metal. From beside him he hefted a bazooka into view.

“This is the Fentonzooka 3.2.17. Amped up and equipped with all the latest in ghost-busting and human-saving technology.”

Danny blinked. “3.2.17?”

“Yep. This baby’s got 17 bug patches, tweaks, and internal improvements since the 3.2.0. The 3.2.0 was the advent of the snack compartment in the side. Look!” Jack spun a dial, revealing a chamber half-filled with pistachios.

Danny only stared.

Jack hefted the bazooka onto his shoulder. “Even better, Mads and I finally got rid of the last little sting humans feel when it’s fired. It’s now completely 100% harmless to humans. It feels like the breeze from a standing fan when it hits ya.” Jack turned, and he aimed the barrel at Danny. “Wanna try it out?”

Danny stood, and Danny stared, and Danny said nothing.

What might happen when it hit him?

Would it hit like the gentle breeze of a fan? Wash over him like air conditioning? Tingle cool and pleasant against his human fingers, human face, human skin?

Would it do something else?

Why should a lethal accident do anything other than kill you?

Jack eased the bazooka a bit off center, pulling his eyes away from the sight. He stared directly at Danny. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to try it out?”

Danny stood.

Danny stared.

Danny wondered if he’d have an answer for Melissa the next time he saw her.

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch. 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. A few seconds can pass and that can be considered as the past already. That's the concept of time. Because of this, everyone does stupid things. It can be anything. After all, stupid things that a person has done might not be stupid enough to another person. It's totally different, but everyone can agree that drunk driving is stupid.

Anything can happen in a blink of an eye. One second Y/N and her parents were going on a drive then the next second, they were hit by another car. They were in the middle of nowhere in an intersection and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Their car got hit by another car, similar to their own car, and it was a strong impact. Unfortunately, due to that almost everyone died. Almost everyone. Y/N was the only one who survived. She only had scratches.

She didn't know why she was left alive. She didn't know why she was spared, but she figured the man upstairs had plans for her. She didn't know what the plans were, but she was willing to figure it out.

She quickly got out of the car and she was glad she did because after she got out of the car, it blew up. It was hard for a 15 year old to see that. The driver of the other car died too. She later found out that the driver was drunk when the ambulance came.

She was brought to the hospital for her wounds to be cleaned. Then her grandmother was called to inform her what happened. Y/N's grandmother picked her up from the hospital and drove her home.

It was odd that Y/N lived in the middle of nowhere, but she loved it. She was around nature all the time and it gave her comfort. Her parents knew she was special when they saw her manipulating the fire's flames. All three of them kept it a secret. Her powers came from an unknown source, but her parents thought of it as a gift from the gods.

"You'll be able to do great things, Y/N. I know you will."  Her mom used to say. Now that her mom's gone, she'll always keep that in mind. Since then, she wanted to use her powers for good. Y/N was a really good kid.

The funeral broke Y/N's heart because it made everything real and she didn't want it to be real. She wanted it to be a bad dream instead. If she could change everything, she would. Alas, she didn't have the powers for that.

Her grandmother kept her company for a year until her grandmother passed away. This made Y/N really sad. She loved her grandmother and her grandmother took care of her and looked out for her and loved her unconditionally. So to lose another important figure in her life really made her sad and heartbroken. She felt like all the life from her was sucked out of her and now she's numb.

She found out she could show memories thirty minutes after she found out her grandmother died; her finding out was an accident. She ran to her room and sat on the floor and cried. Her tears fell on the floor and when she put both of her hands on the floor to help herself up, her tears suddenly formed into the last moment she had with her grandmother. She heard her grandmother's voice echoing in her room.

"Good night, Y/N. I love you, sweetheart. Always remember that you're my best girl."

Y/N watched the whole thing. She took her hands off the floor and it disappeared. She gasped and it took a while for her to take it all in. She went back to her grandmother's room where her grandmother's lifeless body was. She gave her grandmother a tight hug before she pulled away and kissed her grandmother's forehead.

After her grandmother's funeral, Y/N's aunt decided to take her in. Y/N's aunt lived in the city. Y/N was excited because she's never been to the city before. So she packed her things, she didn't have much, and left. That house she left behind held so many memories, but it was time to move on. Her parents and grandmother would want her to move on. That house in the middle of nowhere was hers and she knew no one would do anything to it. She left with her aunt to live in the city and never looked back. That place and the memories there would always be with her heart and mind.

Her aunt was really cruel. Her aunt treated her like a servant and made her dress like one too. Her aunt was really rich. The only nice thing her aunt did to her was send her to school. A public school, but it was still school regardless.

Y/N loved school because she was away from the monster also known as her aunt. Her aunt was wicked. Her aunt hated her because her aunt blamed her for her sister's death, Y/N's mom. It wasn't Y/N's fault.

Y/N discovered that she could pause the whole world when her aunt was yelling at her. She closed her eyes tight and the yelling stopped. She slowly opened her eyes only to see her aunt not moving, but her whole stance was still the same. It was as if her aunt was paused. She looked around and saw that the hands on the clock wasn't moving. She went to the kitchen to see her aunt's chef also paused. Everyone in the house was paused. She didn't know what to do; she didn't know how to un-pause it. She went back to where her aunt was and went back to her previous place. She tried to close her eyes tight, but it didn't work. After several tries, she felt an itch on her throat and she cleared her throat to get rid of it. Then she heard yelling again. Turns out, when she clears her throat, everything un-pauses. It was kind of weird, but that was the only way to un-pause.

Despite all the bad things her aunt does to her, she still stayed kind. But everyone has their limits.

Y/N had enough of the maltreatment she's been getting. The now 17 year old packed up her things and left one summer night. She walked around until she reached Queens. It was a long walk and it was definitely far from her aunt's home. Knowing her aunt, she wouldn't care that her niece just took off.

Y/N had some little money but she didn't want to spend it. She passed by a police investigation that was happening. As soon as she saw this, she took the opportunity to use her secret powers for good. She approached a dark skinned police woman and asked if she could talk to her.

"This better be quick, honey. We're trying to solve this." The police woman said.

"That's why I'm here! I want to help you solve it." Y/N smiled innocently. The police woman raised an eyebrow at her and crossed her arms, "You're just a teen. You don't know things like this."

"I promise you I can be of help. Please." Y/N pleaded. "My mom told me to do good things and helping you is good. I want to do this. Just give me a chance, please."

The police woman sighed, "Fine."

Y/N smiled at her and squeezed her eyes shut. She opened her eyes only to see everything paused except for her and the police woman.

"What the fuck is going on??" The police woman asked in a panicked voice as she looked around.

"Hmm. I'm not sure how you're un-paused, but maybe it's because you're here with me and a few feet away from the others. Anyway, I can show you how it happened then you can report it to your boss or whatever and then you'll probably get a promotion for it. You're welcome in advance." Y/N giggled.

"...Okay. I'm really tired and I want to go home. Let's do it." The police woman gave in. Y/N smiled and she summoned the wind along with the stray leaves that were on the ground. She knelt down and put both her hands on the ground. With the help of the wind, the leaves were able to form the scene seconds before the person on the street died.

It showed two men slowing down from a jog. One of the men offered a drink to the other man. The other man gladly took it and drank it. As soon as the man finished drinking, he dropped the bottle and clutched his stomach. Then he fell unconsciously on the ground. The man who offered the drink ran away before anyone could see.

The police woman watched the whole thing and whispered, "He was poisoned. The other man poisoned him, but why?"

"I can't help you with that, but I hope this information is useful." Y/N said as she looked at the police woman.

"Y-Yeah, thanks."

Y/N removed her hands from the ground and the wind was gone and the leaves fell.

"Thank you for your help...."

"Y/N."

"Thank you for your help, Y/N." The police woman smiled at her. "My name is Eunice. What can I do for you in return? I can drive you home."

"I ran away from home, actually. My aunt was treating me badly and I couldn't take it anymore. I live with her because my parents died when I was 15 and my grandmother died a year later. I've been living with my aunt ever since." Y/N said sadly.

"Oh. How old are you now?" Eunice asked, genuinely worried and concerned.

"I'm 17 years old now. I figured it's okay to run away at this time because it's summer. I would really love to continue schooling because it's my escape." Y/N sighed.

"You can live with me, then." Eunice smiled. "And I can help you find a school."

Y/N smiled, "Thank you. Also, can you keep this between us? You know, my powers?"

"Of course. You have my word." Eunice promised.

"Thank you so much." Y/N said before clearing her throat. The whole world was un-paused again and it went on like nothing happened. Eunice was impressed.

Sticking to her word, Eunice didn't say anything to anyone. She told her boss that she 'guessed' that the man was poisoned. Eunice's boss told her that she can go home now and that they'll continue the work tomorrow. Y/N went home with Eunice that night and Eunice was happy to share her apartment with Y/N because she was living alone and it was kind of sad.

The next day, they received the autopsy report and the man really was poisoned. Eunice was amazed and she knew she had to celebrate with Y/N. Later that night, they celebrated with a box of pizza.

Eunice became Y/N's guardian. Although, she was more of a best friend than a guardian. Eunice told her about school options and they arranged to go to each one. In the end, Y/N chose Midtown.

-

"So do we have any news on the new and pretentious bad guy?" Tony asked as he ate a cookie made by Wanda.

"He gave himself the name 'The Violent Swine'." Steve said as he leaned back on his seat.

"He sounds like a swine flu or something." Sam chuckled to himself. Bucky heard this and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Or like an uncultured swine. Like, seriously. Who names themselves that?" Scott giggled.

Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head, "Now's not the time to make fun of this swine flu guy. What else have we found out about him?"

"Apparently, his real name is Herod Brennan. His 6 year old daughter was killed two years ago." Rhodey said with a straight face. "I think he wants revenge or something. I don't know what this guy wants or what his agenda is. All I know is that he's angry. Really angry."

"Angry enough to kill innocent people, apparently." Steve sighed.

"So, you think we need help?" Tony asked.

Rhodey shrugged. Tony looked at the rest of the team and they all just looked at each other.

"We can take him down on our own." Natasha said. "But maybe a little help won't be so bad."

"If you're thinking of the young spider boy, that would be wonderful! I have missed him dearly!" Thor exclaimed with a smile.

"Spider boy is on his way here as we speak. I was thinking of someone different." Tony said with a sly smile.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "Who?"

"Well, I legitimately don't know her but I think she's going to be a great addition to the team." Tony said.

"You don't even know this person!" Rhodey shrieked.

"Who?" A voice asked. They all turned to see Peter entering the room. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Mr. Stark. It's just that we had a lot of things to do and I kinda got held up at school because my teacher wanted help and-"

"Kid, just stop talking and sit down. We get it." Sam said. Peter's face blushed in embarrassment. The 18 year old boy made his way to the last vacant chair and sat down.

"Okay, what were you saying, Tony?" Wanda asked.

"So the other day Happy was driving me back here from an old friend's house and we drove by the park. The traffic light turned red and of course we stopped and I got a good look of the park. Children were playing and stuff like that. Then there's this little boy whose balloon just flew away from his tiny hand." Tony told them.

"Where are you going with this story?" Natasha questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. It seems out of place or something." Scott huffed. "I feel kind of sad for the little boy, though. He must really love his balloon."

"Trust me, it gets better." Tony chuckled. "The girl I was talking about earlier saw the whole thing and guess what."

Everyone looked at him but chose to stay silent. Tony refused to talk unless someone asked. "Um... what?" Bucky asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"She moved her hands like Wanda and I shit you not- the wind FOLLOWED her. It's like she summoned them. Of course, I thought I was tripping so I opened the window and it was REAL. She SUMMONED the wind and she manipulated the movements of the wind and made sure the balloon reached the little boy. Of course, it did. She did it without fail; she did it effortlessly and smoothly. She must've thought that no one saw because she went back to reading her book under the tree." Tony finished. "I think she's been doing that for years. Based from what I saw, of course."

"I'm sorry. I'm kind of lost and confused." Peter spoke up.

"Of course you are. You just got here." Bucky said.

"To sum it up," Tony started. "There's this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she's a great addition to the team. Let's recruit her."

"How old is she?" Steve asked.

"Younger than you, grandpa." Tony joked causing everyone to be in a fit of giggles. Steve rolled his eyes.

"It's funny because Steve is old enough to be a grandpa." Thor chuckled.

"Hey, you're old too!" Steve argued. Thor just shrugged, "I'm an exception because I'm a god. You're a human."

"Tony, knowing you, you already researched about her or something." Rhodey snorted. "You probably already have a plan."

"You know me so well." Tony smirked. "I know that she's 17 and she has powers. I also know that I want Peter to recruit her."

"W-What?? Why me?!" Peter asked in shock and confusion. He didn't want to do it. He was jealous of the girl even though he didn't know her yet. He could see that everyone was already amazed by her and he selfishly didn't want that. He didn't want to be an outcast around the team because he was already an outcast at school.

"Because you guys are the same age and I think it'd be creepy of me to do that. With you, it was fine. Your aunt was there and stuff, but this is different. And because both of you go to the same school. Her name's Y/N Y/L/N. Do you know her?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow.

Peter shook his head, "I don't know her."

Lies. Of course he knew her. She was friends with MJ, his ex girlfriend. Peter kind of despised her because she was just as smart as he was and he kind of felt threatened. His only escape was being with the Avengers and now he had to share it with her? Fuck that.

'Fuck my life.' Peter thought.

"Huh, well start getting to know her and then recruit her. I don't care how you do it, but just recruit her. The sooner, the better. Good luck." Tony smiled. "Okay. Meeting adjourned."

Everyone left the room leaving Peter by himself. He truly didn't know what to do now especially when he didn't like the girl already. But it's an order from Mr. Stark and he's got no choice but to comply. He's only wondering how he'll do it without acting like an asshole.

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A Box of Chocolates (Febuwhump Day 7: “Poisoning”)

For today’s @febuwhump​ prompt: Poisoning

Fandom: JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable

Synopsis: After a mysterious box of chocolates shows up on Josuke's desk, he decides it would be funny to pass them to Rohan. That is until he realizes that someone has it out for him…

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Josuke stared down at the unsolicited box that sat on his desk.

Okuyasu stood behind him, scratching his head. "I wonder who put it there? It's not even valentine's day."

"Yeah…that's why I'm wary," Josuke said slowly.

Okuyasu grinned. "Come on, Josuke, it's probably just a girl, a secret admirer. You know you have lots of them."

Josuke looked around the room and saw a lot of girls casting disparaging looks at the box of chocolates, but none ignoring it completely or blushing when he looked their way.

"Yeah, but most of the time they don't bother with the secret part," Josuke mused. "I don't know, man, it's just weird."

"Well, if you don't want them, I'll eat them!" Okuyasu said eagerly, reaching for the box. "I doubt anyone will ever leave me a box of chocolates."

Josuke snagged the box away from him. "No way, man! Someone could have spit in these for all we know! No one should eat them."

Okuyasu pouted, folding his arms over his chest. "So you're just going to let good chocolate go to waste because you're afraid someone might have spit in them?"

Josuke opened his mouth to reply when an idea popped into his head that he just couldn't find it in himself to ignore. He started to grin.

"What?" Okuyasu demanded.

Josuke chuckled and lowered his voice. "What if we passed them on to Rohan? Then if they're prank chocolates, he'll be the one to deal with it?"

Okuyasu grinned. "Yeah! That would be hilarious! Especially if they were filled with toothpaste or something!"

"And it would make up for when he bought the last of my favorite mini cakes right in front of me at Owson's last week."

Okuyasu chuckled and Josuke tucked the chocolates into his bag for later.

After school they swung by Rohan's house, hoping he wouldn't see them.

Josuke took the chocolates from his bag with a grin. "All right, I'll just run up to the porch and put this in the mail slot or something."

Okuyasu frowned suddenly. "Josuke, are you sure we should do this? I mean, what if there really is something wrong with the chocolates?"

Josuke snorted. "Come on, Okuyasu, there's probably nothing wrong with them at all. Besides, it's Rohan. He deserves it."

Okuyasu shrugged and Josuke snuck up to the porch and slipped the chocolates into the small mail slot by the door before running back to the sidewalk with a grin. The idea that Rohan would unwillingly eat chocolates someone spit on—spit meant for Josuke—really made his day.

"Come on, I've got to stop by the store and pick up a few things for mom before heading home," Josuke told his friend. "Want to come with?"

"Sure," Okuyasu replied as they walked off, the deed done.

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Rohan held his grocery bag in the crook of one arm as he dug for his keys. He really hadn't wanted to go out today but he was out of both tea and coffee and there was no way he would be able to finish the new script without something to drink.

He finally found the keys in his pocket and went to unlock the door when he saw something sticking out of his mailbox.

Curious, Rohan reached over to pull it out, but instead of a package, it was a box of chocolates.

He snorted. Probably left by a fan. He really wished that snot-nosed brat Hazamada hadn't found his address because he had blabbed it to anyone who would listen and now it was an unlikely day when Rohan could actually work without someone coming to knock on his door for an autograph. Most of the time he just pretended he wasn't home. He'd tried erasing it from the brat's head but somehow he just seemed to find out about it again.

However, he was actually craving something sweet, so this couldn't have come on a better day. He'd certainly enjoy a few of these while he worked.

First order of business was making coffee, though.

Once Rohan had made a cup of coffee and retired to his studio, he started to work on the script for his next chapter of Pink Dark Boy. It was due tomorrow and he'd been stuck on a couple parts, but the walk to the store that day had helped him to figure out where he wanted to take it, so now it should only take him a couple hours to write it all out.

He scribbled a few notes then turned to open the box of chocolates. They smelled delicious, all of them with different fillings. Rohan popped one into his mouth and instantly had to eat another one. Maybe it was just because he was craving chocolate, but these seemed particularly good.

Before he knew it, he was just working on the last scene for this script and he looked over for another chocolate, realizing that more than half of them were gone.

Rohan pursed his lips. He probably shouldn't eat any more, and yet, who was here to tell him no? He took one more—okay, two—and finished up the script, sitting back and feeling satisfied with his progress.

Now he just had to call his editor and let him know that the script would be on the way.

He got up to refill his coffee and grabbed the phone in the kitchen after pouring a fresh cup. As he dialed, a pang in his stomach made him wince and he rubbed his middle ruefully. Okay, maybe he had eaten too many chocolates. He could sometimes get carried away when he was writing. It had been a long time since he'd given himself a stomach ache from sweets though. Really rather childish of him.

When his editor picked up, he leaned back against the counter to talk, watching the steam rise from his cup of coffee as he tried to ignore the increasingly irritable pangs in his stomach. He was really starting to regret his greediness right now.

"I'll have it faxed to you within a few hours," Rohan promised and ended the call. He took his coffee and sipped it, but just a swallow made his stomach feel a little nauseous. Maybe he needed some water instead.

He grabbed a bottle from the fridge and went back up to the studio to start reading over the pages for a quick edit, making a few notes and then, once he was satisfied, he went over to the fax machine.

As he stood however, he felt suddenly dizzy and his stomach protested so much that he had to nearly bend double as a cramp lanced through him. Rohan grunted a curse. Was it too much to ask to be able to enjoy a few chocolates? Okay, he had eaten more than just a few, but still, this was a little ridiculous.

He started faxing the pages when the dizziness and nausea got so strong, Rohan was sure he was going to throw up. He hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth and rushed to the bathroom, panting. Nothing happened, but a sudden, tearing pain, ripped him in half and he collapsed to his knees with a cry, vomiting into the toilet.

Stomach cramps assaulted him, forcing him to bend double even after he finished vomiting. He curled up on the bathroom floor, breaking out into a cold sweat as he trembled, arms wrapped around his protesting stomach. He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut. This wasn't normal. Was something wrong with him? Were…were the chocolates poisoned or something? No, that was ridiculous. Why would anyone give him poisoned chocolates?

Rohan got his breath under control and sat up slowly, crawling to the door, deciding he would lie down in bed until this passed. Maybe if he could sleep off his stupid mistake of eating way too many chocolates, he would feel better.

Another agonizing cramp tore through his belly and Rohan cried out, tears of pain springing to his eyes as he doubled over, head pressed against the floor. Medicine…should he take something? What should he take? Actually, should he be calling an ambulance right now? That might actually be a more logical idea.

As he tried to shakily pull himself to his feet to go back downstairs to use the phone, he felt a wave of nausea and dizziness overtake him again along with even more agonizing stomach cramps before his body seemed to simply quit on him.

Rohan's eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed at the top of the stairs.

~~~~~

Josuke and Okuyasu finished with the shopping and were heading back to Josuke's house.

"You want to stay for a while to do homework?" Josuke asked him.

"Yeah, I didn't really understand the lesson," Okuyasu told him sheepishly.

"It's okay, I'll help you out."

"Josuke Higashikata."

Josuke frowned and turned around to see another student standing there, glowering darkly at him.

"Yeah?" he inquired, wondering what this guy wanted.

The other student clenched his fists. "I bet you don't even know who I am, do you? Well, you'll remember now. I know your secret. I know you have a Stand!"

Josuke's stance turned wary, and Okuyasu also tensed beside him. "Oh yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because I have one too!" the guy said smugly. "Which means I'm just as cool as you now."

"Good grief," Josuke muttered under his breath.

"So I guess you didn't fall for the chocolates?" the student asked darkly.

Josuke frowned. "Chocolates?"

Okuyasu made a sound of surprise. "Wait. Josuke, this is your secret admirer?"

The other student clenched his fists and stomped angrily. "No, you idiot! The chocolates were poisoned to give me an advantage! However, now it looks like I'll just have to face you myself. It doesn't matter anyway. When I beat you into a pulp, the girls at school will think I'm the cool one. My Stand—"

"Wait, poisoned chocolates?" Josuke demanded, cutting the guy off and turning to stare, wide-eyed in horror at Okuyasu. "Rohan!"

Okuyasu's eyes widened in understanding and they raced away, pushing past the other student.

"Hey! Wait a minute! Come back and fight me, Higashikata! You're just a coward!"

Josuke ignored him, really, really hoping Rohan hadn't eaten the chocolates.

"Crap, crap, crap," he breathed as they sprinted back toward the mangaka's house. "He's gonna kill me for this. He's actually gonna kill me this time."

They got to the house and Josuke gulped as he saw the chocolates were no longer in the mail slot. He threw the bags of groceries onto the porch and pounded on the door.

"Rohan, hey! It's Josuke and Okuyasu!"

They waited a few seconds but there was no answer. Josuke pounded harder. "Rohan, come on, this is seriously important! I mean it!"

Still no answer.

Josuke bit his lip and brought out Crazy Diamond to break through the door and reassemble it.

"Rohan?" he called. If the mangaka was here, surely he would have come out by now to yell at them.

Okuyasu started looking around, and Josuke went for the stairs.

He found Rohan as soon as he got to the top.

The artist was lying on the top of the stairs, twitching and moaning softly, sweat glistening on his skin.

"Okuyasu!" Josuke shouted to his friend as he leapt up the last few steps and crouched beside Rohan, gripping his shoulder and shaking him. "Rohan! Rohan, come on, wake up!" He slapped the mangaka none-too-gently across the face and Rohan's eyes fluttered, spearing Josuke.

"You…" he croaked. "Damn you, Josuke Higashikata." He then gasped and curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach. "It—It hurts, gah…"

"Hey, Josuke!" Okuyasu shouted as he pounded up the stairs. "Can you heal him?"

"I—I don't think I can do anything about this," Josuke said helplessly as he watched Rohan writhe on the floor, in obvious agony. This was really bad. "Rohan, where are the chocolates?"

The mangaka made a weak gesture to his studio and Okuyasu ran to get them.

"You…did this…" Rohan growled at Josuke.

The teen paled, feeling genuinely awful. "No, it's not like that, Rohan, I promise! I didn't know! I would never have—"

"Josuke, he ate almost all of them!" Okuyasu said as he came back with the box.

Josuke's eyes blew wide. They didn't even know what the kid had used. "Okay, we need to call an ambulance. I don't think Crazy Diamond can do anything about this. Stay with him."

Josuke rushed to the kitchen and grabbed the phone, calling for the ambulance. It was a rush of action after that. He and Okuyasu carried Rohan down to the couch to make him as comfortable as possible before the paramedics arrived, then they all piled into the back of the ambulance, not knowing what else to do.

At the hospital, Josuke paced the waiting room, chewing his fingernails. Why the hell did he think it was a good idea to give the chocolates to Rohan? This was all on him. What if Rohan wouldn't be okay? It would be Josuke's fault. It was so stupid, what had he been thinking? Well, for starters, he never would have expected the chocolates to actually be poisoned. Who did that?!

He and Okuyasu waited in tense silence for what seemed like hours. Then finally a familiar figure turned the corner.

Josuke glanced up, surprised. "J-Jotaro! How did you…?"

"Speedwagon Foundation," Jotaro said tersely, glowering at Josuke as he folded his arms across his chest. "Caught the kid who was going after you. Found him ranting in the street."

"Is Rohan…?" Josuke asked quietly, dreading the answer.

Jotaro glowered at him for a long moment, making Josuke feel even smaller than he usually did around the tall man. "He'll be fine. They were able to pump his stomach to flush out the majority of the poison. Luckily it was plant based instead of an acid."

Josuke felt sick. He wrapped his arms around himself.

"So he'll be okay?" Okuyasu asked quietly.

"He'll make a full recovery but he'll be weak for a few days," Jotaro said, his eyes darkening. "So, you wanna tell me what the hell happened?"

Josuke slumped into a chair and explained the story to Jotaro. The older man was silent the entire time, just glowering at them and when finally Josuke trailed off, looking down at his feet, Jotaro sighed and tugged his hat over his eyes.

"Good grief," he muttered. "Well, it's up to Rohan whether he wants to forgive you. I don't know that I would."

Josuke and Okuyasu hung their heads. "Can…can we see him?" Josuke asked.

Jotaro was silent for a long moment but finally nodded. "If he's awake."

They followed Jotaro through the hospital hallways and to a room. Jotaro knocked on the door before opening it and stepping inside.

"You have visitors."

Josuke and Okuyasu slinked inside and Josuke was shocked to see how bad Rohan looked lying in the bed. He looked almost worse than when Highway Star had stolen his nutrients.

The mangaka's eyes were half open and practically spearing Josuke.

"Hey," the teenager grinned. "Um…glad you're gonna be okay."

Rohan grunted, lip curling.

Josuke sighed, shoulders slumping. "Rohan…look, I'm…I'm really sorry. It was stupid. But I swear I didn't think there was anything wrong with the chocolates."

Rohan continued to glower. "You're an idiot."

Okay, Josuke would take that. "I know you probably hate me even more, but…I really am sorry."

Rohan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes. Though I do suppose you also found me, so…I guess we're even."

Josuke blinked and nodded quickly. "Okay, I'll take that."

Rohan speared him again. "But if you ever think of coming near my house again, I will have Heaven's Door give you a very embarrassing tick. And I can be creative."

Josuke laughed nervously. "Copy that. Okay, we'll let you rest now."

He and Okuyasu beat a hasty retreat from the room. Josuke felt a bit of relief flow through him though. Even though Rohan would probably never trust him again, at least he would be okay.

They ran into Koichi on their way back to the waiting room.

"Guys, there you are! I just heard about Rohan-Sensei! What happened?"

Josuke and Okuyasu shared an awkward look.

Yeah…now…they were gonna have to tell Koichi…

[dumpy-fire]

The Potato

Oh, what a wonderful Christmas it would be. Tasty treats, exchanging gifts, and of course, time with the family. Grandma would bring the pies: Pumpkin and cherry. Mom had been cooking a turkey all day, basting in special brine she made every year. Crazy Aunt Chloe would be bringing her “world famous” macaroni, which she claimed to have made from scratch, but everyone knew it was Kraft. Then again, Crazy Aunt Chloe claimed to be psychic, so maybe she thought it was made from scratch. And of course, I would be bringing the potatoes. 

“Hey, it’s me,” I said into my phone. “Do you think I could possibly use your stove? Mine broke.”

A long sigh from my mother, followed by: “You know we’re having Christmas dinner in two hours, right? Your Aunt Chloe’s already here, and grandma and grandpa are on their way.”

“I’m sorry that I didn’t know my oven was broken, mom. I put them in, went off to get ready to leave, and then I came back out only to realize that the oven hadn’t even started to preheated.”

“You know, you’re not supposed to put food in before the oven’s preheated, right?” Mom said. 

“Fuck off, I was in a hurry. Can I use your stove or not?” I implore.

“Fine. The turkey’s almost done. When are you getting here?”

“Give me like five minutes. Almost there.”

Five minutes later, I was pulling into my mom and dad’s driveway, my Crazy Aunt Chloe’s old VW Beetle was parked behind my parents’ newer, much less hippy-looking SUVs. Grandma and Grandpa must not have been there yet, as Grandpa refused to allow anyone else to drive him.

I parked next to Chloe’s car, and reached into the back seat, grabbing the sack of potatoes. Once I had secured my hold on the bag, I pulled it into my lap, turned off the car, and got out. I walked up the path to my parent’s front door, and heard the dog barking and scratching at the door.

As I pushed open the door, Klaus, my parent’s German shepherd, went to jump on me. I braced myself for impact, but, seemingly in mid-air, Klaus flinged himself backwards. Whining, he tucked his tail between his legs, and bolted away from me. I found it odd, as normally, he wouldn’t stop clinging to me until I gave him a treat. I wondered what was wrong with him, but before I could try to follow him, I heard the booming voice of my dad.

“Honey, the child’s here!” He shouted to my mother in the kitchen, before getting out of his chair, and walking over to give me a hug. He wrapped me up in his usual crushing hug, before holding me out at arm’s length. “So, what’d you get me for Christmas?”

I held up my sack of potatoes. “Well,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “I’m a poor college student, so congrats, you get a potato.” 

“Just what I always wanted.” He said, holding his hand out.

I plopped a potato into his hand as my mom walked out of the kitchen, on a bee-line to give me a hug. “Merry Christmas.” We both said, in almost perfect synchronization, before embracing each other. My mom smelled like turkey and the usual Christmas peppermint perfume she wore.

“Just got the turkey out, so the oven is still hot. Get those potatoes in.” My mom said, letting me go and moving aside for me to get to the kitchen. 

I moved to the kitchen, where my Aunt Chloe stood at the stovetop, stirring her macaroni. 

“Hey, Aunt Chloe. How are you doing?” I asked as I went to grab a cooking sheet out from the cabinet. 

“I’m doing wonderful, sweetie. I’m getting the feeling you’re having a bit of a rough day.” She said, clearly trying to show off her powers of ESP. 

Naturally, I responded with astonishment, “How’d you know?” As if my mom hadn’t complained to her about how terrible I am at being an adult. But it’s rude to shit all over your Aunt’s profession, especially on a holiday.

“Oh, honey, come on. You know that I can see beyond the beyond. Your aura’s so obviously frustrated.” She said, still stirring away at her homemade Kraft mac ‘n cheese.

“It always amazes me how you know. How’s the business been?” I regretted it before I had even said it.

“I hardly consider it a business. I’m helping people to reach closure with their lost loved ones. It’s a passion.” She said, her voice filled with pride and emotion.

We continued to talk about different subjects, as I made the potatoes. After about twenty minutes, the door opened, and I heard my grandma’s soft voice floating into the kitchen, “Hello, everyone! Merry Christmas!”

I and Aunt Chloe exited the kitchen in order to greet my grandparents. Grandma hugged me, and handed me a small, gift wrapped box. I then turned to my grandpa, who gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Did you change your hair? I hardly recognized you!” He said, giving me that sweet, grandfatherly smile he always did. 

“No grandpa, I’ve had the same haircut for like...Two years now.” I responded, knowing full well he was just fucking with me. He opened his mouth to retort back, but was cut off by a sharp gasp by Aunt Chloe.

I followed her gaze to the potato I had given my dad, which rested on the table beside his chair. Chloe had a look of absolute horror on her face. I had never seen anything like that from her, and I had seen plenty of weird shit from Aunt Chloe. Like that healing crystal she swore would fix my acne in high school.

“Aunt Chloe, are you oka-” I began.

“Did you bring that in?!” She shouted, taking an apprehensive step towards the potato. She looked like she was about to defuse a bomb.

“Uh...Yeah, why? Is something wrong with it?” I asked, starting to actually worry about her.

“It...It is...She…” She began to shudder violently, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

My mom rushed over to grab her shoulders, clearly not knowing what to do. My father reached for his phone, clearly going to call an ambulance. But before he could even turn the screen on, my Aunt Chloe began to speak, but not in her voice.

“I will kill you all...I will burn you all...In the fire of my wrath…” She whispered softly, her voice replaced with a raspy, Irish brogue.

And all of a sudden, it was over, Aunt Chloe stopped shuddering. Her eyes returned to their normal positions in their orbits. And she stood there, her face a mask of absolute horror, and her eyes locked on the potato.

Grandma was the first to speak up, “Chloe, dear? Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?”

“The potato…” Aunt Chloe began. “The potato is...It is no potato...It is evil.”

Everyone, excluding Chloe, traded glances. In those glances, we swapped a hundred different unspoken words.

And of course, I was the first to laugh. And then everyone, again excluding Chloe, joined in.

This went on for roughly five minutes, until we finally got ourselves under control. But Aunt Chloe was still serious.

“You had us scared there, Chloe.” My dad said, wiping a tear from his eye. “You really did. Potato’s evil...That’s a good one.”

Chloe opened her mouth, only to be cut off my mom, “Oh, I think the potatoes are burning!” She said, rushing into the kitchen.

“You don’t understand, we all must leave, we all must leave now! It will kill us all, it wi-”

FWOOM!

Screams from the kitchen. The smell of meat burning.

I was the first to move, rushing in to find my mother engulfed in flames. More flames spewing from the open oven door. My father was close behind me, and as I was frozen in shock, he rushed in, going to save his wife. Ultimately sealing both their fates.

My mother, spastically waving her arms as she was consumed by the flames, managed to swat my father in the face, catching his eye, and sending him stumbling a bit. Just enough to slip on a flaming potato that had landed on the ground. A horrible, disgusting SNAP reverberated through the kitchen, even over my mother’s slowly fading screams, as she ran out of oxygen in her lungs, and was unable to suck in any more, due to the flames. 

My father hit the floor after catching his neck just right on the edge of the counter, his body twitching. My mother followed shortly after, collapsing to the floor as the flames finally consumed her, and began to spread. I fumbled for my phone, dropping it from my shaking hands. I attempted to catch it, but only managed to slap it into the slowly spreading fire which had began to devour the kitchen.

I rushed out into the hall, and was about to go for the door when I saw it. Sitting there. Biding. Blocking the door. I don’t know why I didn’t go for the door. It was just a potato, right? But it was something my Aunt Chloe - who stood continuing to stare where the potato had once been - had said. And it shook me to the core. 

“Someone call 911!” I screamed, before remembering my Aunt Chloe refused to own a cell phone, and that my grandparents weren’t tech savvy enough to use one. And the only landline was in the kitchen.

My grandpa, moving as fast as he could, went to the landline, which had yet to be engulfed in flames. I followed. He pulled the handset from its holder, and as he stepped out of the kitchen, unable to breath due to the smoke, his foot hit a flaming patch of hardwood floor. He panicked, and his legs got tangled with each other, and he went stumbling, right into the flames.

I let out a scream, as he had the oxygen ripped from his lungs, and the flames began to cocoon him. I rushed out of the room kitchen, determined to open the door, only to find myself slipping on...The potato. I hit the ground hard, felt my shoulder pop out of its socket. My grandma already lay on the ground, blood pooling around her head. And Aunt Chloe stood there. Still in shock.

The flames began to spread into the rest of the house, smoke filling the air. I struggled to push myself to my feet, unable to use my fucked up arm. The potato lay dormant, unmoving from where it had been kicked as I fell. As I finally got to my feet, I raised my head to see Aunt Chloe, staring through me.

“This is our pain. This is our suffering. This is the pain that was caused...When we lost our crop. The crop you take for granted.” She said, in the Irish brogue from before. It was still a woman’s voice, but completely different from my Aunt Chloe. “The famine took my family. So I shall have yours.” 

I ran. I pushed through the door, tears streaming from my eyes. I vaguely remember seeing Klaus bolting up the street, but I can’t remember for sure. I collapsed on the lawn, shaking and crying. I watched through the wide window which looked into the living room of my parent’s house. I watched as flames engulfed Aunt Chloe. I was still crying, frozen in my paralysis of shock, as the fire department showed up.

I know you’ve been through a lot, the psychiatrist said. But you have to realize that this...Potato...It’s not real. It can’t hurt you.

I was committed against my will. They said for my own safety. I was drugged up. I was forced into a straitjacket. I was placed in a padded room. I was almost convince that the potato wasn’t real. Until…I heard the door...

Creeeak…

[dark-and-twisty-01]

Discussion time;

so.. when I was around 8 I believe my moms ex boyfriend was really weird with me and I had a gut feeling that something was wrong and I did try to run away but it didn't work and eventially it lwd to the point of me being hit so badly on my bum that I couldn't sit down on anything other than a pillow. This person also used to make me eat a soup that would make me gag and my mother knew about it, if I refused to eat something it would be poured over my head including my own vomit which at one point I was forced to eat. I couldn't really explain it very well to my school nurse at the time why I was in so much pain because he told me to not tell anyone so I tried not to but the pain when I tried sitting down at school was unbearable.

The only way I could explain it to my school nurse was that my bum looked like a dalmatians spots. And before I knew it I had social services around me and police it was crazy, I had to go to hospital to have photos taken and the machine was so loud that it scared me so I put my hands over my ears. I was terrified. I couldn't sleep unless I had the light on and I used to repeatedly wet the bed. I had to have a recorded chat with a police officer in a room for court not that I'd be allowed to attend which I wish I could have.

So, I had lost trust in men completely because I was petrified of it happening again so I only used to date women until I met my current boyfriend who showed me different.

Me and my mom don't get on very well as she is friends with one of my abusers and she used to chase me up the stairs and hit me repeatedly if I annoyed her. She used to lock the kitchen up so I couldn't eat and would lock me in the house so I couldn't get out. She also would lock up the living room so I couldn't watch tv. The only rooms I had access to were mine, the bathroom and her room. In the end as gross as this is I used to eat frozen food, and now I eat so fast that I have actually chipped my teeth because I never know when my next meal is. I always eat really fast even though I know I can afford to get myself something to eat even though I don't know how to cook much stuff.

So when I was 15 my moms friend asked to see me naked when I was upset about a horse who was dying of colic and I didn't know if she would survive or not. I immediately said no but I was pressured to getting my breasts out and I remember crying and he later apologised when bringing me cake. No one at school believed me, my mom didn't believe me and because she wouldn't leave the room when the police officer was there I told them I had lied. Which made me angrier to do. So I hatched a plan to catch him out which I did when I was 19 and the situation was far worse and when it all came out no one gave a shit.

When I was 17 I was depressed but I never knew I was, I would of had moments where I'd sit and cry and then I'd be okay. My teacher who was 28 at the time committed suicide and I blamed myself for it. Me and my classmates were not very nice people and I wasn't a very nice person when I was 17. We used to mess around all the time when she was trying to teach us and right before we knew she had died I remember saying to her I hate you, see you after half-term. I never hated her but she would annoy me but I never in all my life expect someone to be dead the next time we hear about them. I blamed myself to the point of self-destruction. I went to her funeral to say goodbye and then my life spiralled out of control.

I felt very suicidal and I messaged a friend about it and she told me "I don't care if you fucking kill yourself" so here I was offing myself to a whole pack of paracetamol at 17. I thought fuck my life, I've had so much shit and I've had enough. So i took the whole box of 500mg paracetamol and then went toilet as I had a urge to go to the toilet. Then I left the house and got on a bus but had no idea where I was going but needed toilet again which I thought was strange not realizing it was the overdose. I was walking around and I messaged my mom saying that I was ovbiously a disgrace and that's why she didn't love me and that's why she allowed all the abuse to happen to me including abusing me herself. I refused to tell her where I was because I wanted to die. Someone else that I was talking to was trying to tell me how good of a person I was but I didn't listen. And then I was calling and texing people telling them I'm sorry for being a horrible person or of I ever said anything horrible to them. I was a mess, a real mess.

I remember sitting down and then not gettint back up, I lost the feeling to my legs and this then set in.. fuck, I'm actually going to die. But I still didn't really care, I had a police officer texting me whilst my phone was dying and I was arguing with her, she had found my diary of how I'd spoken about my abuse and all the other crap and I told her. You're properly a man, you don't give a shit about me and you'll probably use me like they all do. Referring to my abuse as a child and when I was 15. I kept telling her to leave me alone and eventually I turned my phone off. I just wanted to die and I wanted it to hurry up. In the end I was losing my vision,

I couldn't see straight and I sat crying, I had some drunk call me a retard and a woman gave me some tissue because I was crying. But then I started to panic, I was losing control of my body and things got worse and worse. I ended up calling a friend and telling her what happened and she wanted me to go to her and I told her I couldn't. My friend and her mom rushed to me, I kept crying because I wanted to die but I also wanted my pain to stop and I couldn't make it stop. My friends mom sat behind me screaming to keep me awake whilst my friend called my mom and told her she found me and that I was in a really bad way.

No ambulance came for me, I had 3 police cars and they dragged me to the car and the second they pulled off I puked everywhere on my friends mom. Then I somewhat looked up at the police officer I was arguing with was indeed a woman and she was quite distraught from what she had read and wanted to help me. I ended up being on drips and then being sectioned in a mental institution.

I was out cold for 2hrs and woke up barely remembering my own name, I lost a lot of memory and I woke up being someone else. It was an experience that I thought I'd never do again but I was wrong. I got an Addiction to overdosing and have overdosed 7 times, I have BPD which stands for Borderline Personality Disorder and makes it worse when I'm depressed as the suicidal thoughts are a lot worse.

The last suicidal attempt was back in June last year and it was when I scared the absolute shit out of my boyfriend who blames himself. I was feeling quite depressed but I never spoke to anyone about it because I'm a type of person who holds everything in and that's what I used to do all the time. I had an allergic reaction and I was scratching my stomach and then my throat was closing up so I had to have oxygen.. I puked everywhere when the ambulance pulled off and I panicked because I couldn't breathe. When I eventually got seen by a doctor I had liver failure and had to have drips again. My liver levels were 3x over the limit. They were at 250.

Thankfully I haven't felt suicidal in a long time and I'm somewhat mentally doing okay, I try and talk to people if I feel depressed or suicidal and I always try to help other people who have been in the same situation as me. I hope to never do anything like that again because one day it could kill me. And to my current boyfriend, I'm sorry, I love you and thank you for being patient with me. You have shown me so much kindness througuout my trauma and I don't know what I'd do without you.

I hope this story has helped someone in some way.

[fanficsandfluff]

Emotions Get the Better (14)

The night before the gala at Wayne Hall, you made sure to get to bed early so you’d be well-rested and have your best attitude in front of the patrons at the theater.

Your phone rang in the middle of the night and you shot up in bed, startled, “Mmm... shit...” you mumbled and stood up, going to the ringing phone in your living room, “Hello?”

The line was quiet on the other side until you heard a faint, “Hi, Y/N.”

“Arthur? What’s wrong?” you yawned.

“My... My mom’s in the hospital, I just... would you mind---”

“Oh my god, Arthur, is she okay?”

“They think so, she had a stroke--”

“I’ll come by. Is she at Gotham General?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” and you hung up. You had your own history with family members being admitted into hospitals suddenly, so you knew how important it was to have support in times like these. And since Arthur was still living with his mother, you could only imagine how nervous he must be to have her in the hospital, suffering from a stroke no less. 

You threw on clothes and took the train a few stops to the hospital. You were lucky you got a train at this time of night. When you arrived, you realized you forgot to ask what his mom’s first name was. You didn’t see him in the waiting room, so you went up to the front desk and put in the name Fleck, asking if they could get Arthur to come down and bring you up.

You waited a few minutes and soon Arthur rounded a corner. You walked up to him and hugged him tight, rubbing his back, “How are you doing?”

“Thank you for coming.”

“Of course. I’m sorry this happened. Was it sudden?”

Arthur looked at you and he started walking, “I’ll explain upstairs.”

By the time you got to the hospital room, Arthur informed you that it was unexpected. It happened while he was out and when he came home, they were carting her off in an ambulance.

Arthur couldn’t look at Y/N while he told this lie. He couldn’t implicate himself by saying cops showed up and wanted to ask Penny questions about the subway murders. He was still pissed at those fucking cops. 

You walked into the hospital room with Arthur and saw Penny lying on the bed, unresponsive. 

“What’s her name?”

“Penny.”

“Hi, Penny,” you went over to the bedside and touched her arm gently, “Arthur’s making sure the doctors are taking good care of you.”

Arthur took a seat on the bench in between the window and the bed. He ran fingers through his hair. You saw his leg bouncing again and you went over to him, sitting directly next to him. 

“She’s gonna be okay,” you reminded him and leaned over, placing a kiss to his temple. 

Arthur seemed off in his own world. You didn’t blame him for being distant, this was a catastrophic event in his life. You leaned back in your seat and crossed your legs, letting him have his silence. You merely rested your hand on his back and gently scratched your nails back and forth. 

“Why’d she call you Happy?” you asked after a few minutes.

“What?”

“When I stopped by your place a few weeks ago. She called you Happy.”

Arthur looked at you and he opened his mouth to speak, first running his tongue over his dry lips, “She’s always called me that. Since I was little. She said I never cried when I was a baby. I was her happy little boy.”

You smiled softly and rubbed his back before folding your hands onto your lap, “She’s lucky to have you as a son.”

“Yeah.”

You yawned behind your hand, trying to make it as quiet as possible. You could tell Arthur’s mind was swimming with thoughts. What thoughts, you couldn’t possibly guess. There was never any way you’d figure out he was thinking about how he was the illegitimate son of Thomas Wayne and Penny, how he met his younger brother at Wayne Manor, how close the cops were to suspecting him in the subway murders, how they scared Penny and gave her a heart attack and she fell so hard she hit her head and now she’s here.

“I’m gonna get a coffee. You want one?” 

“Yeah.”

You gave him another kiss on the top of his head before leaving to go to the hospital cafeteria.

Arthur had put on the channel with the Murray Franklin show on before you had gotten there and Murray was just about to start his opening set. Arthur scooted closer to the edge of the bed and held his mother’s hand, looking up at the TV. The next thing he knew, he was up on the screen.

“Oh my god,” Arthur sat back in shock, staring at the screen with an open mouth. There he was! It was his standup routine! And it was on the Murray Franklin show!

When it cut back to Murray after they played one of Arthur’s jokes, he said, “You can say that again, pal.” The audience erupted in laughter. 

Arthur had stood up in front of the hospital bed to fully watch the segment. His face fell when he realized Murray was making fun of him and his condition. That made something deep inside him boil up into anger. He could feel it rising to his chest and then a laugh burst through. 

You were down the hall with two cups of coffee when you heard Arthur’s piercing laugh, “Shit,” you cursed and walked a little faster.

“Hey hey,” you said the minute you entered the hospital room, putting the drinks down. You went to him and wrapped your arms around him. 

He seemed thoroughly surprised to see you, and he let out one more big laugh before it trailed off into smaller chortles.

“I’m here, Arthur, it’s alright,” you felt like you were calming a child. Arthur gave a big exhale and then hugged you close to his chest. 

“I thought I imagined you...”

“What?” you looked up at him, puzzled.

“This whole time. I-I thought you were part of my imagination. You weren’t real. No one has ever cared for me the way you do... it seemed too good to be true.”

“Well, I’m real. Just like you’re real, and she’s real,” you gestured to Penny, “Don’t doubt that.”

“My imagination is... well, it’s always been...” 

“Something?” you finished his lingering sentence with a grin, “That’s what makes you such a good clown. You have a lot of imagination and creativity.”

Arthur looked down at you and his whole face softened. He wanted to tell you he was on the Murray Franklin show. He wanted to tell you how he looked up to Murray like a father figure most of his life. How Murray made fun of him. How Murray was just like everyone else in Gotham. 

“Thank you,” was all he actually said. 

You handed him his coffee, “I’m gonna get going soon, Arthur. I have work tomorrow.”

“O-Of course. Modern Times, right?”

“Yeah, it’s finally here,” you smiled and sipped your own drink, “I wish you could come.”

“Well, it’s not meant for people like me. And I have to take care of my mom.”

You nodded, “Yeah, I know. Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. I wasn’t saying you’re--”

“I know,” Arthur put a finger over your jabbering lips and he was smiling softly at you. You really liked that smile. 

“Goodnight, Arthur,” you leaned up and pecked his lips with a kiss, “Goodnight, Penny,” you looked toward the bed, “Keep me updated on her.”

Arthur nodded. 

You turned around and left to finish sleeping for the rest of the night best you could. 

~~

You woke up surprisingly not feeling that groggy. You did your hair and makeup with care, wanting to look like you belonged with the elites of Gotham this evening. Maybe they’d even tip you. You rethought that because funnily enough, rich people were the worst when it came to tips. You had more of a chance getting tipped by the average joe. 

You headed to work with jitters. Even though your call time was hours before the event was to start, you already saw protestors grouped out front behind barricades. You went up the back route to avoid the crowd, cheering “Fuck Wayne” at the moment. 

When the time came, you had put your red uniform on and the guests started to pour in. Things went relatively smoothly and you were shocked, having every guest seated by the time the opening chords of the orchestra began playing. You took your place at a box on the lefthand side of the theater. 

The audience was laughing at every Chaplin shenanigan. The guy really was a genius. Watching this film now after all that’s happened to you in the past month, it made you think of Arthur. He shared similarities with Chaplin and his work. God, he would’ve loved to be here for this. 

You spent the time watching and enjoying the production as much as everyone in the audience was, lighting your flashlight when a guest stood to use the restrooms. You’d let your eyes drift over the crowd every now and then, and you saw one of the ushers standing towards the front of the mezzanine. They were not in position at all. Maybe someone was acting inappropriately? The longer you looked, even from your position across the way, you could see that was...

“Arthur?” you said aloud despite yourself, clearing your throat quickly after to not disturb the patrons. What in the hell was he doing here, and dressed in one of the usher uniforms no less? You told him you would’ve tried to get him in if he wanted to see the show so badly. Was he crazy!? You saw him turning around back up the stairs and you stepped out of the box, looking around for another usher.

“Hey, Jack?” you saw him standing in the hallway, “Can you cover for me? I have to use the bathroom.”

And you rushed around to the back of the Hall to make it to Arthur. You saw him duck into the men’s bathroom right after you rounded the corner, “Shit...”

He would have to come out eventually, so you waited in between the two restrooms, acting like this was part of your job as you smiled at the men and woman coming in and out of the bathrooms. 

You knew you heard Arthur’s voice after a good five minutes, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. He sounded angry, if that was even possible for the guy. You hadn’t seen him angry once. And who was he angry at? Then you heard the laugh and you wanted to run in there and stop him. You clearly heard a “Dad!” and then there was more laughter, then cut off, and then Thomas Wayne himself stormed out of the bathroom, as you heard the end of the sentence, “... and I’ll fucking kill you,” before he burst through the door and headed back to his seat. 

You didn’t care if there were other men in there, but you went into the bathroom and saw Arthur leaning over the sink, sucking in air and hiccupping as he held his nose. 

“Arthur, what the fuck are you doing here? And why were you arguing with-- oh my god,” and you ran to his side the minute he looked up in surprise at you and you could see blood running from his nose. 

He was still getting over his laughing fit, but this sounded so much more painful than ever before, as his hand was squeezing his bloodied nose. 

“You got fucking punched by Thomas Wayne...” you said incredulously, instructing him to clean the blood off his face with the cold sink water. 

You looked at him when he’d cleaned most of the blood off and you handed him a hand towel to keep there. 

“Well, I know why your nose is so huge,” you cracked a joke, “You’re always getting pummelled in the nose.”

Arthur actually chuckled at that as he held the towel to his nose. You stared at him, “Arthur, you better start talking. What’s going on?”

Arthur stared at you and he faltered, “I-I... My mom... I’m his son.”

“Huh?”

“Thomas Wayne is my dad. My mom wrote him a note talking about their son, and it was me. But everyone’s confusing me, so I wanted to talk to him. And I could only get to him here. But then he started calling my mother crazy a-and saying that I’m adopted and he was.. he was so rude!” Arthur hung his head and you could tell he was trying not to cry. 

That was a hell of a lot of information to take in, and immediately you didn’t believe it. Thomas Wayne wasn’t that much older than Arthur, and you didn’t even know how old either of them were. 

Someone came into the restroom then and eyed you and Arthur suspiciously before going to one of the urinals. You took Arthur’s arm and headed toward the door, “Arthur, you have to get out of here. Go home, take care of yourself. I’ll come to your place after I finish this shift, okay? You can explain everything to me then because I’m really confused right now. Come, I’ll show you where you can exit from--”

“I know how to leave. I’m sorry, I didn’t think of how this would affect you and your job.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s fine. Go home,” you gave his arm a squeeze and started back towards your position inside. You didn’t look back, hoping he’d listen and just leave. You sighed when you got back to your place, rubbing your hands over your face. This man came with so much baggage, you didn’t even know if you were able to share the load with him. It would crush both of you.

[myhauntedsalem]

911 Operators Describe the Most Disturbing Calls they’ve Ever Taken

1. “Daddy’s Eye Fell Out”

“Had a call for a brother who killed his other brother with a hammer (the pick part) while the victim’s little daughter was watching. The daughter called us from another room and told us her daddy’s eye fell out.

Perp was apprehended, daughter taken by relative. Had to smoke after that one, and I don’t even smoke.”

– rainbowbrite0091

2. “I Need your Help”

“There was an old couple who lived on a run-down ranch house about 20 miles east of town. When the husband passed away, the woman would call 911 at least three times a week, asking for assistance with very mundane tasks not normally dealt to first responders. “I need help turning the thermostat up”, “I need help boiling water for my tea”, etc.

The woman developed dementia, and eventually, it progressed to the point where she believed she was calling 911 to ask her deceased husband for help. All of the dispatchers would recognize the address immediately, even though all she could say was “(husband’s name), I need help. Please come home and help me”

One day she called, and again was only able to repeat her husband’s (I’ll call him “John”) name. “John, I need help. Please come home and help me John.” By the time the first responders arrived on scene, they found the woman lying dead in her bed. The first unit on scene called dispatch to confirm that it was the woman herself who had called 911, as rigor Morris had already set in. We wrote it off as the fact that the heater in her house wasn’t working, and the ambient temperature in the room was about 50 degrees.

We continued to receive 911 calls from that woman, at that address for just over a year after she passed away. Even after her home was vandalized, and burned to the ground, the phone calls did not stop. “John, I need your help. John, please come home and help me.” We were obligated to send a response each and every time, but not once did we find anyone on or near the property.

Multiple calls to the phone company confirmed that the phone line had been disconnected, and the call was not coming from another address.”

– Nevadadrifter

3. Glass Breaking

“1979 NYC. Got a call from a crying child – a little boy – saying his mom and dad were fighting and his dad said he was going to throw the mom out of the window. I could hear a terrible fight going on in the background – woman screaming, things breaking, man yelling, etc. The poor kid didn’t know his address. We didn’t have the technology for call ID and would have to use reverse telephone books. A trace would take forever. Anyway while I’m trying to get the address I hear a horrific scream and glass breaking. A few seconds later the other operators in the room are getting calls about a woman lying in the courtyard who came out of a window. Very sad.

Worst of all is that I am sure someone else in this apartment building must have heard this fight but no one called for help until it was too late. Poor kid. Working 911 in NYC during the 70s/80s was a nightmare.”

– Mizcreant908

4. Alone in the House

“The single worst call I’ve ever taken though was a woman who was calling in that she was hearing weird noises in her house. While walking through her house she started screaming and told me there was someone in her house. There we a couple soft pops followed by a gargling sound. After the officers had cleared the house and found her, it finally came out during the investigation that her adult son had killed her while high and freaking out.

Gunshots don’t sound like you’d think on the phone, they’re rather soft. It’s an eerie sound, something so violent being so soft that if you aren’t paying attention you can miss it.”

– 4x49ers

5. Static on the Line

“My uncle works for dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he’s ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID. When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for 5 months.

The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn’t, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.”

– Zombie_Dance_

6. A Long Raspy Exhale

“Christmas Eve night I answered 911 for a hysterical lady who was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. I asked her what was going on and she told me these exact words “my boyfriend and I… we were watching a movie… I fell asleep. I woke up and he wasn’t here.”

I thought this was a little odd so I said, “okay ma’am, do you know where he may have went?” she wasn’t done. She said, “I found him.. in our closet, he hung himself.. with our bed sheets.” I walked her through cutting him down and starting CPR. when in the middle of it, he starts making this long raspy exhale that sounds exactly like something from a horror movie, it’s the rest of his air leaving his lungs. She starts getting hysterical again begging him, “oh my god, he’s breathing, please breathe baby, please breathe..” But I knew that’s not what he was doing.

Police/fire/ambulance got there and of course, the guy was way dead. I felt so bad for that woman. That’s really the only call that has ever stuck with me.”

– JeCsGirl

7. Halloween Night

“My mom was a 911 dispatcher in the early 90’s (I was 5 years old-ish) in Washington State. When I got older, I remember asking her about some of the calls that she could still recall. One in particular was pretty bad. She was working one year on Halloween night and around 10 or 11pm she had a call come in that a couple guys were driving around town with a dummy or something dragging behind their truck. The dummy was falling apart and pieces of clothing/plastic were being torn off and scattered around the city.

Being Halloween, it seemed like a prank but she had a patrol car try to find and stop the truck. As time goes by more and more people started to call in about it. Eventually the patrol car caught up with the truck and it turns out that it was a person.

The guys had gone to a store earlier and when they left, they had backed their truck into an elderly man whose clothes got caught in the rear bumper or whatnot. The two guys never even knew that they were dragging around another human being all across town, for miles.

The elderly man had passed away and those pieces of clothing scattered around town, was his clothing, flesh, and body parts. Still gives me chills.”

– Turkeyshoes

8. The Man in the Attic

“I worked dispatch for a total of three months, and in that three months I only received one call I would call creepy. It was the voice of a little boy, and I was trying to be calm because it felt like he was having a hard time breathing. I asked him if he was in danger and he said no, not anymore. I asked him why he had called and he said “well, the man in the attic finally killed my mom. I asked him if he could still see his mom and he said “no, the man took her to the moon” I asked him if he was alone in the house, to which he replied “no, I still have the mans dog here” I asked him what the doggies name was in the hopes I could keep the boy calm, the boy replied “his name is shaitan” I asked him to say it again thinking he said “satan” but he clearly replied “its shaitan”. By the end of the call, the police showed up and I still don’t know what ever happened with the boy and his mother.

But years later I was researching the Djinn/jinn and according to ancient texts, evil spirits like djinn are able to manifest themselves as a dog or other animals and guess what the djin were known as? Shaitan.

I still have a hard time sleeping at night when I think about this call.”

– Mr–Night

9. Possessed

“I was a 911 call taker 10 years ago when I received one of the creepiest calls ever. It was freezing that night, which usually equaled a calm, quiet shift due to even the criminals not wanting to go outside. Around 3am my call box popped up green and as usual I asked what was the emergency. A man starting frantically screaming that his still was possessed by a demon and tried to cut his heart while he slept. He had ran when the attack started and locked himself in his bathroom. I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

I ask him a series of questions trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Everytime he tried to answer I heard what sounded like scratching and banging on the bathroom door. He whispered “There is a demon in my sister’s body, it has been battling me for days. It got free from the chains…” I swear what I heard next chilled me to the core. This unearthly voice began taunting my caller through the door. It didn’t sound like a 20-something woman. It was low and guttural, like she had gargled razor blades before speaking. She continued to growl and speak in a strange sounding language until police arrived. She let out a terrifying scream when the officers broke in, then dead end.

The call was over, I was shaking and had to know what happened? Even my supervisor (who had been listening to the call in real time) was pale and speechless when the line abruptly ended. Before my shift ended the commanding officer on my creepy call called in to tell me what they found. He told me he would have nightmares for the rest of his life.

Apparently, when my caller said his sister got out of her chains, he wasn’t joking around. She still had a chain tied to a bloody handcuff when the officers came in. Her whole body was covered in self-inflicted scratches, her one eye had popped a blood vessel and was bright red. Most of what she was wearing was also shredded and her skin looked like she had been drained of her blood. She was taken in for a psych consult and as you probably guessed, stayed there for a long time. The brother was okay except for deep gouges in his chest. His sister literally tried to dig out his heart.

There was some talk about arresting the brother but nothing ever came of it. I still can vividly remember that voice, it still makes my blood run cold.”

– QueenoftheNorth82

[svucarisiaddict]

Love the idea of the Autumn series! 😍 could you start right back at the beginning with how Sonny and the reader first met and started dating??

“Seriously? You’re canceling on me again? You promised me you’d watch Breakfast at Tiffany’s with me today. I know you’re not on call.” you fumed. When Daniel gave you his excuse you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck like that. “Your mom’s dog got hit by a car? That’s funny since your Mom is allergic dogs, you dumbass!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man obviously listening to your conversation. A smirk crossed his face at your outburst. Pulling the phone away from your ear you said, “Hi. How are you? Something I can help you with?”

He held his hands up. “Sorry,” he said. The smirk remaining.

“So rude,” you murmured. Putting the phone back to your ear you continued, “Daniel. Promise me the next time your Mom’s dog gets hit that you’re walking it.” Pushing the end call button just didn’t have the same effect as slamming down a receiver.

Another Saturday by yourself. Really you needed to rethink your taste in men. That was the last doctor you would ever date. Maybe if you didn’t basically live at the hospital you would have time to cast your net farther into the ocean. As it was all you were catching were piranha.

At least you had Reece’s Pieces, butter-drenched popcorn, and Audrey Hepburn to look forward to. You tapped your foot impatiently while waiting for your turn in the concession line. Mr. Nosy was in front of you. He was looking around the lobby not paying attention that the line had moved.

“Wanna move it along, buddy?”

The man turned around to face you. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Again.” He smiled. “Looks like I got stood up.”

“Shocker.” You winced as soon as you said the words. As he turned back around you grabbed the sleeve of his coat. “Wait. I’m sorry. That was rude.”

He nodded. “That’s okay. Stood up should be my middle name,” he responded. He put his hand out. “Dominick Carisi. Friends call me Sonny.”

Shaking his hand you introduced yourself. “Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’m not usually a bitch.” Sonny raised his brows. “Or have such a potty mouth.”

He laughed. “No judgment here.” He stepped up to the counter. “Can I get a large popcorn, extra butter, large Coke and a box of Reese’s Pieces. Can I buy you a snack?” he offered.

“That’s not necessary-”

“I know.”

You bite your bottom lip. “Thanks.”

A woman ran from the theater. “Someone help! My husband collapsed!”

“Call 9-1-1! you directed to the person behind the counter. “I need you AED!”  Running toward the woman she waved you to her husband.

The man was on the carpeted floor. You placed your fingers to his neck. No pulse. Placing your hands on his chest you started CPR.

“AED is here,” Sonny announced. He powered the machine. Taking scissors from the pocket of the bag he cut the shirt then put the pads on his chest. “I’ll take over.” The machine analyzed then indicated no shock needed. Sonny started pumping the man’s chest.

The two of you took turns with CPR. After what seemed like an eternity the squad finally arrived. They took over the care of the man, loaded him up and left.

“Hope he’s okay,” Sonny sighed as you watched the ambulance speed away.

“Me too. EMT said they’re taking him to Bellevue. I can check on him there.”

“You work there?” Sonny asked.

“Nurse in the ER. Not many people know how to use an AED and do CPR.”

“Had to for the job. Detective for NYPD,” Sonny informed you. “Used it more than I’d like.”

“Tell me about it,” you agreed with a chuckle.

“Okay. Why don’t we talk over coffee?”

You cocked your head slightly and smirked. “I’d like that, Dominick. Or can I call you Sonny since we’re practically best friends.”

He scratched the back of his neck a slight blush crossing his cheeks. “I like to hear you call me Dominick.”

“Well, Dominick let’s get that coffee.”

[insatiabletc]

This is Henny Scott, a 14 year old member of the Cheyenne people. She lived on the Northern Cheyenne Reservation in Lame Deer, Montana. Henny was very well loved, and it appears adored by all in her community. Here are some things that the people who knew her have said:

"She was into everything…There was nothing she couldn’t do. She could do it all. She started taking up beading, which I was proud of, she started learning Cheyenne. And her teacher commented on how well she was doing and how well she was saying the word, and that made me proud.”* - Her Mother, Paula Castro-Stops

"She was a sweet loving girl. Her smile, you could just go into a room and she’d light it up, and her hugs were the best, her laugh.”* – A friend and classmate, Tonielle Shoulder Blade.

From an interview with the Billings Gazette:

“Scott was a girl who made an effort to acknowledge people when she saw them, often times crossing the room for a hug, her mother said. She was always "jamming" to music, Stops said, bringing a brief laugh from the two of them as they stood outside Muddy Hall Saturday morning before the convoy of vehicles arrived.

‘She'd always be changing my '80s (radio) station,’ Castro said, mimicking her daughter saying ‘Jeez Mom, you're just old,’ before putting on one of her favorite R&B or hip hop stations. 

She was athletic and played basketball at Lame Deer, her mother said. Scott had ambitions to become a doctor, Stops said. An EMT with Northern Cheyenne Ambulance, Castro said she would sometimes talk to her daughter about treating injuries or let her flip through her medical books."** – Journalist Ryan Welch quoting Henny’s mother, Castro-Stops.

"Henny was something else, she was always outgoing she would always try to make people happy even when she wasn't happy herself,"*** -- Henny’s sister, Barbara Other Medicine, as told to Spencer Martin. 

"My Henny if anybody was to ever meet her they would just love her she could just walk in a room and just light it up get it going and everybody laughin’."*** – Paula Castro-Stops, as told to Spencer Martin.

"Whenever Henny was around you couldn't be sad or angry all you could do is be happy when she was around because she'd make you happy and just laugh all the time,"*** --Henny’s sister, Kaylannah Strange Owl.

When you read the details below, keep in mind that this was a human whose loss was shocking and devastating to her people. Hold her relatives and community in your heart.

The Bare-Bones Situation

On December 7th, 2018, Henny was hanging out at a friend’s house in a nearby area, Muddy Creek. That evening, she called her mom to see if she could go with some friends to a nearby city, Billings, to attend a basketball game. Her mom, Paula Castro-Stops, said no and to head home, to which Henny agreed. Paula waited. And waited. She grew more and more worried as time passed and Henny didn’t arrive home. She reached out to Henny’s friends and she drove around looking for her, but she had exhausted her own resources. Paula tried filing a missing person’s report with the BIA but was told that Henny was likely out partying with her friends and suggested Paula ask them where she was. Understandably, she was upset that they wouldn’t take her daughter’s disappearance seriously. Beyond the fact that Henny was 14 years old, a child now missing, the weather in Montana that night was snowy and likely below freezing. Perilous conditions regardless if she was taken by someone or lost out in the dark.

The BIA took two weeks to issue a missing person’s report, and it is unclear if police ever searched for Henny. Paula, terrified and frustrated, went to a nearby Crow Reservation to file a missing persons report there as well. That agency placed Henny’s file on the desk of a police officer who was out on leave, and thus no action was taken. Paula’s friends offered to start a search party, but she worried that doing so would step on the BIA’s toes or interfere with a formal investigation.

After two weeks of no action from the BIA, Paula accepted the offer of a community search party. On December 21st, 2018, searchers found Henny’s body within 200 yards of her own home.

Cause of Death

·       Witnesses say Henny left her friend’s home on foot in light and weather-inadequate clothing.

·       Coroner Terry Bullis found her cause of death to be hypothermia with alcohol as a significant contributing factor.

·       Several sources say Henny’s family does not agree with the COD. It has been mentioned that Paula said her daughter’s nose was broken and she had bumps and scratches on her. We were unable to find Paula’s Facebook post that has been cited, so we are unsure if she still believes this.

·       The autopsy showed that there were no “significant traumas” on Henny’s body. We learned that this is a term used to determine injuries to the body, using something called the Injury Severity Score. Anything that scores above 15 counts as significant trauma. It is a pretty confusing scoring chart for a layperson to decipher, so we couldn’t tell whether a broken nose would constitute a 15 or higher. If not, that means the family’s assertion of a broken nose, bumps, and scratches could still be accurate, just not as significant trauma.  

·       One woman, in a shared Facebook post, referred to a “girl” being responsible for Henny’s death. We couldn’t find anything else to substantiate this.

·       Because Bullis ruled the COD as hypothermia, the FBI will no longer investigate her death, leaving the community of Lame Deer and her family with a great deal of questions and no closure.

Had the BIA Acted Sooner

We wondered, how far away was the house Henny left from? Looking at Google Maps, it appears that the general area she left from, Muddy Creek, and the center of Lame Deer was a distance of 5.4 miles. There were no public transit options and Google suggests the only walking route was along Hwy 212, an estimated walk of 1 & ½ to 2 hours. Not a terribly long distance.

The questions we wish we could answer are:

·       Why didn’t someone give her a ride? Was a car not available?

·       What is the BIA’s manpower like? Had they acted, what are their resources? Perhaps, if BIA officials (or Search and Rescue) had ruled out the stretch along Hwy 212, the Castro-Stops would have turned to their back yard sooner.

·       Was Henny found on a path? It sounds like she was familiar with the area she was found in. Was this a route she often took from this friend’s house?

 Hypothermia & Alcohol

One question we had was how long it would take someone to perish in Henny’s situation. We started by trying to find out what the weather would have been like that evening. The closest historical data we could find for 12/7/2018 was from the Billings Logan International Airport Station, pulled from Weather Underground. Billings is about 100 miles away from Lame Deer. Certainly not ideal, as weather patterns can change over a few miles, but it’s what we have. According to their data, around 7:30pm, the air temperature was 28 degrees Fahrenheit. Looking at average temperatures for Lame Deer, pulled from Weather Spark, December clocks around 13 degrees Fahrenheit.

Then, the other factor to consider with hypothermia, is wind speed. In Billings, the wind speed ranged from 14 to 18 miles per hour. Weather Spark says the average December wind speed is 13 miles per hour. According to information we found on the Canadian Centre for Occupational Health & Safety, the combination of factors for Billings shows a wind chill factor of -12, and for Lame Deer it would have been likely close to -18. This puts both Billings and Lame Deer in the same category of “moderate risk” for developing hypothermia after prolonged periods.

Adding alcohol into the mix would have raised the risk of hypothermia. Alcohol has been observed to stop the body’s shivering response, as well as pull much needed blood away from the core to the surface.

That all said, it seems that the length of time from drinking to perhaps passing out in the snow, to death is highly dependent on each person and all the miniscule factors in the moment. Without viewing the coroner’s report, we can only speculate that she could have perished anywhere from one to three days (some sources suggest that one can be “rewarmed” back to life as many as 6 hours after cardiac arrest).

So, while we may not know exactly what happened to Henny that night, we can say with all certainty that the BIA’s two-week lag in looking for her was absolutely too long. Had Henny’s family been given the proper support to find her, she may have been able to survive. The BIA should have been able to say, “we did all that we could.” Instead, their inaction at best compounded and amplified a family’s trauma, and at worst could be culpable for a child’s death. A child who they accused of partying when in reality she was trying to obey her mother and make her way home.

 Who Can We Yell At?

Here’s a detail we are mad about and unsure where it fits into the story neatly, so we’ll plop it here: poor Henny’s family learned the cause of death NOT from an FBI or BIA agent or Coroner Terry Bullis…but from a newspaper article in the Billings Gazette. This is inexcusable. They’ve given a milquetoast apology (“aw gee, it was a jurisdiction issue, we’re sowwy”), but it’s not enough.

If you want to make a big fuss about this horrifying lack of care for the Castro-Stops family, you can contact the Lame Deer BIA agency here:

·       Website: https://www.bia.gov/regional-offices/rocky-mountain/northern-cheyenne-agency

·       Phone Number: (406) 477-8242

And the FBI field office here (looks like the closest one is in Salt Lake City):

·       Website: https://www.fbi.gov/contact-us/field-offices/saltlakecity

·       Phone Number: (801) 579-1400

Terry Bullis: Information taken from http://mtcoroner.org/coroner-directory.html

Big Horn County Terry Bullis P.O. Box 318 Hardin, MT 59034 Ph 406-665-1207 Fx 406-665-1208 tbullis@g.com

How to find your state representatives to tell them how upset you are about how these cases are being handled: https://www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative

 Terry Bullis:

While searching for contact information for Bullis, we came across this article from 2003: https://billingsgazette.com/news/local/mortician-disciplined-over-ethics/article_3cdcc6bb-2fd6-5746-8059-e7b45a19d87d.html. Essentially, Bullis was put on probation and assessed a fine as he embalmed a body (before speaking with the family) and refused to release the body to the family without payment for the embalming services.

“Bullis must also take eight hours of ethics classes. He did not have to admit any wrongdoing for embalming the body of 21-year-old Toy Parker of Ashland without her family's consent. Bullis acquired the woman's body through his duties as county coroner. He would not release her body until her family paid his $410 embalming bill.”

Turns out, embalming isn’t a required practice and nowhere in the state law does it say that bodies must be embalmed.

“Bullis was charged with failing to release human remains on demand, charging fees for services that were not requested and using his role as county coroner to funnel business into his own funeral home.” 

So, not only is this the coroner who didn’t think it was his duty to inform the family first of the cause of death, he also has a shady ethical history in Montana.

Apparently, in 2003 he had such a long history of doing this, other professionals in the area at knew to have “cash on hand” because Bullis would demand payment for services no one requested and are not mandated by the state.

Turns out Bullis is sitting in an elected position. We’ve sent an email to the Elections Administrator in Big Horn County to find out the following:

1.     How often elections are held – Answer: every 4 years. The last election was held in 2018, which means the next election will be in 2022.

2.     Term of office – Answer: 4 years

3.     Impeachments – Answer: There are no impeachments for this position. However, I would urge folks who live in this county to consider finding out other methods of reprimand if they feel upset enough about how Bullis has handled his position.

 Want to Learn More About MMIWG?

Our page is just a drop in the bucket of information out there on this topic! Here are some great sources that we have come across:

• National Inquiry into Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls (Canada) https://www.mmiwg-ffada.ca/ • Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women USA https://mmiwusa.org/ • CBC’s database on MMIWG (Canada) https://www.cbc.ca/missingandmurdered/ • Justice for Native Women (USA and Canada) http://www.justicefornativewomen.com/ • The REDress Project (Canada) http://www.redressproject.org/?page_id=43 - Sovereign Bodies Institute (USA and Canada) https://www.sovereign-bodies.org/request

 *From https://www.mtpr.org/post/northern-cheyenne-hold-funeral-henny-scott

** From https://billingsgazette.com/news/state-and-regional/crime-and-courts/family-community-filled-with-questions-after-teen-s-death-on/article_768c2bb9-189e-51f7-bdb3-4c274bc86ea7.html

***From https://www.kulr8.com/news/henny-scott-found-deceased-near-lame-deer-family-mourns-and/article_b93191da-0be9-11e9-9714-5fad62a66e76.html

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Got7 Imagine: Getting Cussed Out In A Fight Pt. 2

Here is Pt. 2 to this imagine. Pt. 1 can be found HERE.

Mark: 

Mark’s childish actions were finally enough to cause a break.

“I came over here to apologize!” You yelled. “I felt bad for treating you like shit and for not trusting you when you said it was nothing! Were you with her the whole time? You can’t talk your way out of this one.”

“We are broken up!” He defended as he grabbed his shirt and pushed the girl off of him.

“Says who?” You yelled back, “We never said we broke up! We were just fighting through this issue.”

“Maybe I should leave...” the girl said softly as she collected her things.

“No, I will. Have fun with this cheating bastard!” You slammed the door shut and vowed to never open it again. “We really are done this time Mark Tuan!” you screamed as you left him behind.

JB:

The harsh impact never came. You felt a small tackle and heard the bus pass by as you hit the ground.

JB had made it just in time to push you out of harm’s way. He wasn’t so lucky though. 

The bus had clipped him as it drove by. He was on the ground, bleeding heavily from his side as he tried to get up to check on you.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled himself towards you.

“Don’t move! You’re hurt!”

“It’s just a scratch.” He laughed as his shirt continued to soak with blood.

“I have to call an ambulance!”

“It’s okay...” He said, his voice fading, “As long as you’re okay, i’m okay...” Jb slumped to the ground and you reached for your phone.

“Don’t you dare die you selfless ass!”

Jackson:

He wasn’t kidding. He cut off all ties to you, he even sent back a box of stuff that you left behind.

It wasn’t until a few months after that you saw on the news that he was hospitalized due to stress.

You tried calling, but your number was still blocked. You were surprised when a few hours later, Jackson’s mom called.

“Please take my son back. Fight for him.” she cried into the phone. “You kept him going, you made sure he ate properly, slept, he doesn’t do that on his own. He’s miserable without out Y/N.”

You explained he wouldn’t take your calls. His mom gave you his room number at the hospital and added you to the allowed visitors.

Jackson cried when he saw you. 

“I wasn’t done.” he said, putting his pride aside. “I should have listened to you instead of pushing myself so hard. Please forgive me.”

Jinyoung:

The next few weeks were rough. Jinyoung was being distant. He refused to talk about that night and wouldn’t even entertain the proposal.

The stress of work was getting to him and he no longer was using you to help with it. He was bottling everything up inside and you knew it was going to explode.

He was on a talk show and he finally snapped.

“How is your girlfriend handling your new acting career?” was the question.

His face turned sour.

“She’s handling it, like she always has.”

“It’s been over 4 years with her now, any big plans for the future?”

His face scrunched up and he lost it.

“There were plans, but she went and changed them with her shitty attitude.”

The host froze and was like a deer in headlights.

“There were marriage plans in the future for us, but apparently I’m selfish and don’t care about her enough for those plans to happen.”

The host tried to change the subject, but Jinyoung was too far gone to remember he was on broadcast, not on a therapists couch.

“Honestly her and I are probably going to break up. I don’t know why we didn’t end it all on our anniversary. We are just wasting our time.”

He stormed off the set and at that moment he was officially done with the relationship.

Youngjae:

“I shouldn’t have left.” You said as you crouched down and hugged Youngjae. “I was being selfish and cruel.”

He looked like the shell of the man you loved.

“Please talk to me.” you begged. “I love you and I shouldn’t have said any of those things, they aren’t true.”

“I love you too.” He said as he hugged you tightly. “I know this is hard, but please stay with me. I’m lost without you.”

He was puffy from crying and didn’t look like he understood you were back to stay.

“Just know that the rules will get better. We will make it through this. I want to show you to the world, Y/N. I don’t like this any more than you do. Please just don’t let this be the reason you walk out.”

“I came back, Youngjae. I’m here to stay.”

Bam Bam:

These childish games never end with Bam Bam. He could seriously be mad and he would turn it into a game. Every. Single. Time.

This time led to another fight.

“Can you take ANYTHING seriously?” you asked as you backed away from him, enraged that this was all a game to him.

“I took it seriously... for a bout 10 minutes...” He laughed. “I just needed you to suffer for making me suffer.”

“6 hours of the silent treatment for a fight?”

“You swore in 3 languages. That’s not a normal fight.”

“You want a normal fight? Fine. I’ll give you a normal fight you selfish brat!!”

You threw a stuffed animal at him and stormed out.

“Not Mr. Snuffles!!!” He yelled as he retrieved the toy.

“Let’s see how you like the silent treatment!” you said to yourself as the door closed. “Game on.”

Yugyeom:

The words were soft and the melody was shaky, but you knew exactly what he was singing. The first ever song he sang you at Karaoke.

“진하게 화장을 하고 예쁘게 머리를 하고 오늘도 집을 나서는 넌 예뻐 높은 구두를 신고 짧은 치마를 입고 있는 너 너무나 아름다워 but 넌 모를 거야 자다가 일어나 살짝 부은 얼굴이 얼마나 예쁜지 넌 모를 거야 자기 전 세수한 니 모습이 얼마나 예쁜지 자꾸 거울 보지 마 몸무게 신경 쓰지 마 넌 그냥 그대로 너무 예쁜 걸 No make up ye no make up ye No make up 일 때 제일 예쁜 너”

It was a sweet song and a sweet sentiment. There was still a lot of fixing left to do to mend the fight you just had, but this was the best start he could have had for an apology.

“Please don’t give up on me.” He said softly as he ended his song. “I know I mess up a lot, but I just want you to be happy. I don’t want to ruin everything. Please open the door.”

He was shocked to feel your hand on his as you sat down next to him.

“Silly boy, I opened the door while you were still singing.

[lexprius]

a cup of coffee? p.js ff

so this is my first fic, please mind the mistakes and grammars. english isnt my first language, now, lets get it!

2:00 A.M

you we're sitting at you're living room couch with tearful eyes. you sobbed and sobbed praying it was all a dream. you shouted you're lungs out asking "what did i do wrong? what did i? tell me!" you cried all night. heres what happened.

EARLIER, AT 12:00 A.M

you and you're parents we're joking around and talking about you're future. "dad watch out!" you shouted. you're dad gave you a confused look, as he turned to face the windows he saw a incoming van. then...all you saw was black. you woke up to see you're parents..dead, blood splattered all over their lifeless bodies, glass shards inserted into their skin leaving open wounds. luckily you, you had a few cuts and wounds but you made it out alive. police and an ambulance we're surrounding the car. the police sent a taxi for you to go home. with teary eyes that blurred out you're vision, you hopped into the taxi and made you're way home..

PRESENT

you couldnt sleep that night because of the tragedy, you felt a vibration on you're thigh, you checked it to see you're phone vibrating with a caller id. it was you're best friend jisung. why would he call at such an hour?

y/ns pov

you: w-why did you call? (sniff)

jisung: i knew what happened to you y/n..im sorry for you're loss. i can come over if you want?

you: thanks sungie, b-but i-i dont think you're parents w-would allow..

jisung: oh, thats no big deal! im actually alone at home, my parents arent here, they went to a trip.

you: o-oh..w-well i guess you can come over.

jisung: thanks y/n, i'll be there in a minute okay? stay strong~

you: dont forget to bring an umbrella okay? its raining out.

jisung: dont worry i wont

i hung up, threw my phone at the other end of the couch, i turned on the tv and watched a bit to keep my mind off my parents.

2 MINUTES LATER

i heard the front door ring, i stood up and opened the door revealing Jisung, but with wet hair and soaking clothes holding a bag of tteokbokki and sundubu.

you: jisung get in! you're gonna get sick!

i motioned for him to get in, he rushed inside quickly. hes clothes dripping all over the carpet. i grabbed a towel and some of my dads clothes..just by holding a bunch of i was already trying to hold back my tears. i lended them to jisung trying to hide my welled up eyes.

you: i told you to bring an umbrella.

jisung: sorry..i forgot

you replied with a smile and mouthing the words "its okay" to him, you grabbed a towel and dried him up

jisung: thanks y/n..

you: n-no prob, d-do you wanna eat?

jisung: yeah, im hella hungry

you took out the foods from the plastic bags and started munching them down. there was a tense and awkward atmostphere between you and jisung, jisung decided to break the silence by asking you a question.

jisung: can i stay for the night? i get scared when im home alone in the dark.

you: s-sure..

jisung: i feel really really sad for you y/n..i hope that you feel okay..

you: i feel so depressed already ji..do you know how hard it is to loose someone who raised you?

jisung: i know how it feels like..my grandpa passed away leaving my mom in tears..

you: its..its just so painful! its like multiple guns, and knives..all sorts of dangerous things hits you.

jisung gave you a warm and heartfelt hug...you cried on his shoulder..letting it all out.

you: (sob) w-w-why d-did have t-to b-be like t-this su-sungie? w-what did i do wrong to deserve this pain?

jisung: you did nothing wrong y/n-ssi..ms and mr. kim became beautiful angels soaring high above and sending the purest and whitest doves to you from the heavens..me and you are lucky that..we saw an angel..

you: thank you ji..

you then felt another warm embrace but from you're backside..you felt it was you're parents..

you: m-mommy..d-daddy..i love you..

1 HOUR LATER

you we're on the couch laying with jisung with you're head resting on his arms

you looked up at him and smiled

you: you really had the urge to take a selfie didnt you? (giggle)

jisung: (smile) nothings wrong with it right hehe~

you guys watched movies for hours..until you hadnt realize you fell asleep in jisungs embrace and he took another selca because he couldnt resist how cute you looked.

eventually he fell asleep too.

NEXT MORNING

you woke up to jisung sleeping next to you and you're tiny body wrapped around his arms, a red tint flushed all over you're face realizing what you have just saw. meanwhile, jisung woke up without you realizing because you we're blushing really hard almost becoming the color of his red sweater, jisung sat up from the sofa, he rested his chin on you're shoulder and wrapped and arms around you're tiny waist. you flinched at his sudden action but..you liked it.

jisung: morning~

you: good morning sung~

you saw with a smile and a small laugh, you and him jumped off the couch and headed you're way to the kitchen. you grabbed a bowl, a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a metal spoon. the coldness of the metal sending shivers down you're body as you look over and glance at jisung at the kitchen counter grabbing a cup of water then making his way to reach out to you're cupboards to grab the coffee mix. the way his brown almost autumn like hair, his face that shined as the sun escapes the windows, the way his plump lips head towards his mug of coffee, and his adorable eyes that curve into a cresent as they smile when his eyes meet you'res..all these just make him look so..so alluring. you snapped back into reality as you felt something cold flowing down you're hands. you quickly placed the milk carton back on the table and rushed to get tissues to wipe off the remaining milk of you're hands. once you got them all off you sighed and scrunched you're face looking at you're overflowing bowl of cereal.

you: what a great start to my morning.

jisung: (laugh) totally!

you grabbed a towel and started wiping the table clean. you made yourself another cereal. once you succeded you placed it on the table in the living room, and plopped yourself down on the couch. jisung then approached you and handed you a mug.

jisung: a cup of coffee?

you: thanks ji (smile)

you reached for the mug and took a sip from it. you settled the mug back down on the table as you felt a slight bounce on the couch. you look over to see jisung sipping his coffee. suddenly, jisung flinched and quickly placed his cup on the table and let out a loud groan.

jisung: ahh! its hot!

you:(laugh) you should have blowed the coffee first (laugh)

jisung: (giggle)

11:00 AM

you we're on you're phone looking for some ideas for you and jisung to do cause both of you we're hella bored. you look over to jisung on his phone talking to his friend, renjun.

he looked over to you, he covered his phone speaker and asked

jisung: can he come over?

you: o-oh..y-yeah s-sure

jisung: thanks y/n!

jisung: okay hyung, you can come over!

you heard that renjun boy say "awesome!" in excitement. jisung ended the call then faced you

jisung: invite one of you're friends! then we can all have fun together?

you: thats awesome ji!

you say to him while he gave his smile that you can't get enough of. you decided to call you're friend yeeun, you dialed her number, you heard a familliar voice from he other line.

yeeun: hey y/n~~ so whats up?

you: w-wanna come over?

yeeun: heck yeah! what are we gonna do?

you: me and jisung are bored as hell yeeun, so we decided we wanted to bring some friends over.

yeeun: okay! i'll be there, time?

you look at jisung mouthing the words "what time?" and jisung replied with "2:00"

you: 2:00, if you're fine with it?

yeeun: sureeee~ okay gotta go now girlie, bye~

you: bye yeeun~

you ended the call and jisung looked at you

jisung: have you thought of something to do?

you: no, my mind is blank. you?

jisung: same..ah! i forgot i have twister! do you know how to play?

you: yeah! okay lets do that? anything else?

jisung: movies!

you: (giggle) you're so cute when you're excited

jisung blushes at the compliment he recieves, he scratches the back of his neck and just smiles at you.

you: o-oh yeah..w-wanna go to the park before they arrive?

jisung: o-oh, y-yeah sure why not?

you: i-i'll tell y-you s-something t-there..

you stood up and took a quick shower and prepared yourself. the thing is..you've been crushing on jisung for the past few months. you decided you wanted to tell him today

as you exited you're room you saw his tall figure standing in the living room waiting for you. his brown hair caged in his black hat, his lips curving into a smile as he sees something cute or funny on his phone. ugh, he was just so beautiful. he's eyes you'res.

you: jisung, lets go

jisung: ah, okay

you unlocked the door and stepped outside the home with jisung following you're footsteps.

Minutes Later

you lead jisung to the most beautiful part of the park, the cherry blossoms. where most couples go to. you faced jisung and took a deep breath.

you: okay..i have been keeping this for so long now and i decided today was the day i wanted to tell you.

jisung: w-what do you wanna tell me?

you: i grew feelings for you jisung! i-i like you- no..i love you park jisung.

jisung was shocked. he didnt speak but instead came closer towards you and cupped you're face.

jisung: i love you too, y/n.

he kissed you're lips as you stood there shocked. but of course..you kissed back. loving every moment. jisung broke the kiss, held you by the waist, lifted you and spun you around.

jisung: be mine?

you: definitely

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Patient D.W.

Request: Do you think you could do a Dean x reader fic where the boys are wanted and dean gets seriously injured, so instead of a hospital they show up the at an emergency vet clinic where the reader is the only veterinarian there and she refuses to not call the cops until she finds out more.

Pairing: Dean x vet!reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: life threatening injuires

“Okay, Mr. Snuggles,” you said to the tired kitten you put back in his cage after doing another check on him. “You get some rest and in the morning you can go home to your mom and dad.”

“Lady, we need help,” suddenly said a man in the back of the vet clinic, your eyes instantly drawn to the alarm on the wall. It was well past midnight and you were the only one around in the emergency clinic. At least you were supposed to be. You’d been trained that this might happen. Gunshot wounds, stabbing victims...they’d come to you to avoid the hospital and then things would go bad. “Hey Doc! My brother’s injured.”

You spun around quickly, a large man holding another half conscious one up, his face and chest bloody.

“Go to a hospital if he needs medical assistance,” you said. “I can call you an ambulance if-”

“Help him. Please,” said the man, pulling the other one over to an open door and setting him on operating table you used for large dogs, big enough to fit a grown man for the most part. 

“I said-”

“We can’t. The police are...please just stop the bleeding,” said the man, shaggy brown hair matted down with dried blood. “He’s going to die if you don’t help him.”

“Are you wanted?” you asked.

“Technically yes. But it’s a long story I don’t have-”

“Make time,” you said, the man scrunching up his face.

His lips flapped a mile a minute, his story so far out there you thought he should write a book if he ever got off whatever drugs he was on.

“A werewolf attacked him and threw him across a room and out a second story window...and then attacked him again is what you’re saying,” you said.

“It’s insane but it’s the truth,” said the man, glancing back at the one of the table, not even bothering to try and keep his eyes open anymore. “Come on Dean, stay awake.”

“Tryin’ Sammy,” he mumbled, poking open one eye to look at you. 

“I don’t know how to fix people. I’m an animal doctor,” you said.

“Well...think of him as a really big dog that got hit by a car,” said Sammy.

“I need your help,” you said, pointing behind him at a box of gloves on a shelf, the man turning his back as he plucked some out. You kneed him in the back, the man falling down long enough for you to shove him towards the corner and into the large crate there, locking the door behind him.

“No, no, no, please! Don’t call the cops!” said Sammy, shaking the door but he wasn’t getting out of there anytime soon.

“He needs medical attention,” you said, going to the wall phone, the man on the table grunting.

“If you’re gonna call, let him go,” said Dean. “Let Sam go at least. Please.”

Everything screamed not to trust these two, that they were insane, on drugs...not to mention you really did need another pair of hands to help Dean.

“Either one of you tries anything, I call the cops,” you said, undoing the crate. “Put on some gloves. I hope you know how to stitch, big guy.”

“Hey,” said Sam, answering the door to a creepy motel room the next night. You stepped inside to see Dean bare from the waist up, bandages covering his body, his eyes shut. “He’s resting.”

“I need to check him,” you said. Sam caught your arm, poking his head outside before closing up tight. “You do realize I’m putting my neck on the line to help your brother. I didn’t call the cops.”

“We don’t know you is all,” said Sam, letting you head over to Dean. You saw the light layer of sweat on his skin up close, cursing when you pulled a chair over. “What?”

“He has an infection,” you said, Sam shaking his head.

“I know how to look for an infection. None of his wounds look bad,” said Sam.

“You brought a bloody and injured man into an emergency vet clinic full of sick animals where he could have picked up any kind of disease in his weakened immune state,” you said. Dean flashed open his eyes, unclenching his fist when you grabbed a rubber band and tied it around his bicep. “I need to test his blood and run it so he can get the right medicine.”

“Okay then do it,” said Sam.

“Even once I know what disease it is, where are you going to get the medicine?” you asked.

“You figure out what the infection is, let me worry about the medicine.”

You had a cool washcloth on Dean’s forehead, Sam leaving to go get the medicine he claimed. 

“Rip off a pharmacy is more like it,” you mumbled, Dean stirring awake, taking a long swallow. You helped him take a few big gulps of water from his glass, Dean smiling when he finished.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “Sorry for dragging you into this.”

“I looked you and your brother up during the day. You guys are wanted for some pretty messed up stuff. A lot of grave desecrations I saw,” you said.

“It’s how you kill a ghost,” said Dean. 

“Oh, so you kill werewolves and ghosts?” you asked.

“A bunch of other stuff too but yup,” said Dean. “You think we’re nuts.”

“The logical part of my brain says yes. The other part has no idea how you got claw scratches like that from anything other than a wild animal,” you said.

“Welcome to crazy town, doc,” said Dean.

“You know I’m a vet, right?” you said.

“Saved my ass. A doc’s a doc to me,” said Dean. “What’d you say I have again?”

“Cat scratch fever,” you said.

“But I didn’t get scratched by a cat...or been anywhere near a cat,” he said.

“Yes but a kitten with the bacteria was in the operating room just before you showed up. If any of his spit was on the table when you decided to start rolling around with open wounds on it...” you said. “You’ll be fine. We just have to stop it before it gets bad. You need to be as healthy as possible to help these other injuries heal. If your body wasn’t so busy trying to fight off everything else, you’d probably get over it on your own.”

“What if we didn’t treat it?” asked Dean.

“You could get a severe neurological disorder for starters,” you said.

“Glad we’re treating it then,” said Dean.

“Are you in any pain?” you asked.

“Besides where the werewolf tried to rip my guts out or the fact I got shoved out a window yesterday, I’m perfect,” said Dean with a smile.

“Be serious,” you said.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I’ll just lay low a few days and then I’ll be good as new. Right doc?”

“Let’s hope so.”

One Week Later

“Ow,” whined Dean when you pulled out a few of the stitches on his back.

“Don’t be a baby,” you said, Dean wincing again when you pulled on the thread. “I haven’t sewn human skin in a long time, cut me some slack.”

“Doc was an actual doc at one point?” he asked.

“I like animals better than people. Animals don’t come into your clinic in the middle of the night with warrants for their arrest,” you said, pulling out the last stitch, the skin healing nicely.

“Yet you still come by every day to check on me,” he said with a smile. “You like me or something doc?”

“Calling the police at this point is bound to cause more harm than good,” you said.

“Plus Sammy and me fight monsters and you’re still freaked by that,” said Dean.

“You and your brother ran into an abnormally large coyote is all,” you said.

“In the middle of an office building...” said Dean.

“I agree to disagree,” you said, knowing the marks on Dean’s body were from something much larger and the break in at the building they told you about was too strange to ignore.

But monsters weren’t real until you saw one so as far as you were concerned, Dean just had unfortunate luck and a creative imagination.

“You’re all set. Call me if you think the fever is coming back and get to a hospital next time dummy. You lost a lot of blood,” you said.

“Will do, doc,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. “If I’m ever in town again, I’ll look you up. We’ll grab a drink, have some fun. Sound like a plan?”

“Anyone ever tell you you’re crazy?” you asked, Dean humming as he slid his shirt back over his head.

“See you around, sweetheart.”

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[shibyn]

and the wind sounds like the world’s sigh

persona 4 & 5 | shiho-centric, investigation team Near the end of May, Shiho transfers to a sleepy town called Inaba for a fresh start. However, Inaba isn’t the sleepy town her parents thought would be best for her— its on edge with unsolved mysteries, and Shiho finds that there’s a bit more behind what meets the eye regarding some of her classmates and a TV screen.

chapter 1: inhale | 2.4k | ao3

Maybe this is hell. It's a white ceiling, off-white walls, bright white lights, white bedsheets. It's the bland meals, kind but insincere conversations, background noise of the news. Sad, prolonged looks from Mom, regretful frowns from Dad, the overall lack of feeling from her legs. The monotone beep of the heart monitor and drip of the IV. Hell can't be dark and fiery and the screams of the damned-- it has to be this. 

Ann is a light in this place. The blonde of her hair offsets the white entirety of the room, the radiance of her smile breaking the solemn air that's been stagnant. She can't always visit, but Shiho looks forward to the times she can. She's the inch of normalcy left in Shiho's life-- she tells her about things that have been going on in school, a cool photoshoot she was in, a dumb thing Ryuji was up to, a shiny A on a test that she only passed because Akira helped, a new restaurant the three of them went to-- she's glad, so glad that Ann hasn't let this change her, hasn't let the wobble of her lips when she looks towards Shiho's legs keep her from looking her in the eye and talking as if they weren't in a hospital. More often than not, Ann isn't there. She isn't there, and sometimes Shiho thinks it may have been better to land differently, breaking more than just her legs. She's confined to bed, confined to sleep and watching tv and staring at the wall. She's stuck, legs basically useless, and she has to sit through looks of pity from the doctor, her nurses, her physical therapist, her parents. Her skin crawls whenever her parents visit. They know what happened, but they don't know. They're so quiet when they visit, so sad, so pitying, and she has no idea what they're thinking. She hopes and hopes for the door to slide open whenever they're here, hopes the doctor does a checkup on vitals or the therapist takes her to learn how to use her legs again or Ann to come bounding in and dispel them. She's not lucky. They stay and they speak of things so mundane-- at least it's nice to talk with Ann, but with her parents it all feels awkward and forced and Shiho wishes she had the gut to tell them to stop, they don't understand, don't act like you understand. They aren't in the room the day Ann enters, eyes both bright and watery. Ann basically crashes in the seat next to her bed, grasps her hand so tight she's momently scared it'll snap, and tells her it's all over, he's in jail, he got what he deserved, he's gone. Shiho cries and Ann cries with her, and maybe, just maybe she'll be able to walk those wretched halls again and graduate side-by-side with Ann like they imagined and maybe she'll meet Ryuji and Akira and give them the biggest hug possible and hopefully hang out with them at Big Bang Burger or the Arcade. Her hopes soar, and she wishes she could stand so she could hug Ann and leave this awful room. Her parents walk in the next day, faces drawn in, and tell her we're going to move when you're released from the hospital. We're sorry, Shiho. Shiho doesn't cry. She just hopes her legs will stay broken, so she can still at least stay here and see Ann regularly.

—

Her legs ache the moment she steps off the train into the Yaso-Inaba Station. They've ached the moment she stepped on the train and throughout the whole ride. Shiho takes this as an ill omen. The car ride to the house is in a terse silence with occasional awkward conversations between her parents, similar to the train ride over. Inaba, her parents had told her, was a tiny rural town. A big difference from the metropolitan style of Tokyo. A good place for a fresh start, they said. Shiho can see between the lines and know they chose this place because nothing happens here. (She knows that they think if it's a peaceful place, there's less of a chance of her ending up in an ambulance midday and missing two months of her life. If it's peaceful, bad things won't happen. They won't.) It takes less than twenty minutes flat to drive to their house-- in Tokyo, on good days it would have taken twenty minutes to drive a mile. It's a small house, different from their even smaller apartment in Tokyo. They actually have a backyard. It's on the edge of Inaba and supposedly not too far from her new high school. Unpacking is quiet aside from the occasional 'put that in the kitchen' and 'can you help me carry this?' Thankfully it's cloudy outside, so it isn't too much of a chore. Most heavy things, like furniture, were delivered before hand, which cuts the labor. They apparently make enough noise for a neighbor to come out and greet them. Her mom ends up side-tracked talking to them, so she and her dad finish unpacking to avoid being dragged into the conversation. It's a single story house, small kitchen, small living room, two small rooms, two small bathrooms, and yet its still more spacious than their old apartment. Shiho claims the bedroom facing the backyard. Her dad helps bring in some boxes and offers to help set up furniture before Shiho shoos him off. Her room slowly comes together. She slowly puts things on the dresser, on the wall, in the closet, until it looks vaguely like her old room. It has all the same elements, but it doesn't register in her mind as her own yet. She goes about it in a detached sense, like her body is on autopilot. One year, Shiho thinks, this is my home for one year. She comes across her next uniform that her parents snuck in her boxes-- a black seifuku with a glaringly bright yellow ribbon and houndstooth patterned skirt. It's... something, to say the least. Not the worst uniform she's ever seen, but... well, it's definitely something. She guesses she can call it stylish for a school uniform. She lays it out on her bed, smoothing it out absently. There's no true blazer, so she can't exactly get away with just wearing the undershirt. She misses the plaid of Shujin, regardless of how ugly she thought it was at first. Her first day is... tomorrow, maybe? The day after? Her mom had told her, but it felt like fuzz in her ears. She doesn't want to think about school. Belatedly, she takes a picture to send it to Ann later. Ann was at a photoshoot right about now-- she couldn't exactly check her phone every now and then and respond to her. The lack of consistent buzzing from her phone made the whole unpacking process more quiet. Half-way through the next box, her dad reappears at the doorway, leaning in a casual way against the frame. He whistles in awe at the progress she's made, saying, "Wow, already this far? Sorry, sweetie, but you're gonna have to do the kitchen and living room at this pace." She rolls her eyes. "Sure thing. It'll probably be useless, though-- you'd probably reorganize it to your liking." He shrugs. "It's going to take weeks before your mother and I find an equilibrium in that kitchen. Ya close to a stopping point? I was kinda thinking bout getting dinner." She isn't, but the dust is starting to get to her. Besides-- this is might be the first time he's looked her in the eyes in a week. Maybe things are turning for the better. "Sure. I think I saw a take out place not too far away on the drive here." In a blocky motion, she pulls herself to her feet. Getting up to her feet was no longer easy. It was a struggle, even after so much physical therapy. She liked to think it was okay now. Yet-- her leg twists and twinges painfully, her breath catching in her throat as her world tilts. There's a flash of movement from the corner of her eyes in her dad's direction, but she manages to catch herself by slamming a stabilizing hand against the wall. Shiho swallows thickly, breathing slowly to calm the spike of her pulse at the sudden feeling of falling. She glances up warily. Her dad's hand is halfway towards her, as if to catch her if she didn't regain her footing, with the other braced against the door frame with white knuckles. There's a pause, a bit deafening, and her father retreats his hand and crams it in his pocket. A scowl sits on his face, the corner of his mouth twitching with unspoken words, and he quickly pulls on a grin that doesn't fit his face. "That was close," he laughs, a bit wheezily and with a tremor in the undertone. He shifts awkwardly, maybe debating to check if she's fine or to let her be. I wonder what went through his mind just now, Shiho thinks, throat tight, did he see my leg breaking? or them shattered, beneath hospital blankets? or maybe-- "Ah, you may have to start wearing your brace more often, kiddo. It's kinda hilly and rainy around here." Grimacing, she nods. "I'll put it on before we go." It's on her dresser, where she threw it after taking it off earlier to give her leg some air. She hates that thing-- it's hot and sweaty and itchy and it always seems to get disgusting in less than an hour. It's going to be miserable to wear it in the rain-- it'll become soggy and she'll have to deal with the spongey feel of it the whole school day. A moment passes. Her dad still lingers by the doorframe. He clears his throat and scratches his arm absently. "Are you going to be alright?" he asks, looking anywhere but her. "Yeah," she says quickly, and back tracks. "Yeah. I-- I'm alright. Just a little sore from the ride." Her legs are never not sore nowadays. Not that they need to know. There's a solemn look on his face. Shiho grits her teeth and thinks please don't. He nods-- she can't tell if he's satisfied with that answer or not-- and leaves. For a second, she just stands and breathes. Everyone around her has been walking on eggshells since she landed in the hospital, and she's so tired of it. She wonders how long it'll take until it's all gone and done for. Her mom trusts them with dinner, saying that she's in unpacking mode and doesn't want to drop out of it now that she's in it. The car ride is quiet for the most part, with the two of them peering out the window to spy a places to eat or figure out what something is. There's plenty of tiny mom-and-pop stores just a walk away from their house, and the Main Street isn't too far of a walking trip, either. Shiho has a feeling she'll become familiar with these streets in due time. The sun had set enough to the point where it was fairly dark out with the overcast. The clouds aren't lit up orange with city lights, and there's an underwhelming amount of obnoxiously neon signs on these streets. Some store signs aren't even lit up-- just how rural is this place? Oh!-- then, maybe when the nights aren't cloudy, she'll be able to see the stars? They end up parking at a brightly-lit grocery store and wander to a nearby takeout restaurant. The air's thick with rain soon to come and is quite chilly for spring-- the warmth of the restaurant they slip into is more than welcoming. It's a small place-- a few tables are set up inside with a couple tables occupied. Shiho very pointedly avoids their wandering curious stares. Three boxes of noodles ends up being the price of a single nice meal in Tokyo. And even better, from what she could peer at in the restaurant, they're possibly the best looking noodles she's seen in years. Not grossly greasy, or dangerously overcooked. The chunks of beef and chicken shine with just the right amount of sauce, and the vegetables don't seem still half frozen from the freezer. Sweet n Sour, General Tso's, Teriyaki-- the smell makes her want to crack a box open in the car, and from the pace her dad walks at, he wants to, too. Ah. The lack of city lights also makes the lights of a police car much more stark. Both her and her dad falter-- they aren't near their car, were they? God, what if the police around here were crazy strict about parking between the lines. Her dad didn't have a great streak with being completely center, and the parking lot was empty, so he didn't exactly try-- what luck would that be, not even six hours in Inaba and they've already gotten a ticket. But as they step closer, the car is parked in a side street close to the market. Her dad's shoulders drop in relief when there's no-one  by his car. There are some standing outside the police cars, like there's something going on. One glances up and spots the two of them ogling. He smiles disarmingly at them, nods to his companion, and approaches. "Good evening," the officer says kindly. His hands are neatly tucked into his jacket pockets, posture open yet with a tension along his shoulders. "Sorry to bother the two of you this evening. I'm required to ask anyone I see, though— have you seen any suspicious activity nearby, recently? Biker gangs, suspicious figures, anything?" "No," her dad says curtly, his eyes drifting in the direction of the side street with a confused frown. Biker gangs? Suspicious people? Shiho thinks absently, shifting the bag on her arm anxiously, wait, didn't they say— didn't they say nothing happens around here? "We moved in today. Is something wrong?" A dawning realization crosses the officer's face. "Ah. No, not-- not necessarily. We're just keeping watch." The officer seems to mentally juggle what he should say. He ends up frowning and says, "Well... a first-year at Yasogami by the name of Tatsumi Kanji went missing recently, last seen by his mother's textile shop. He's possibly involved with activity in biker gangs. If you hear anything about him or see any activity, be sure to report it, yeah?" The smile her dad gives the officer is tense. "Understood. Thank you." Dinner isn't going to be as pleasant as she thought it would be.

[serrj215]

What do you call a green puppy?

"Hey why did the Rooster cross the road?"

A moment later the thin green man with pointed ears was a green bird clucking and scratching at the ground. He pecked at the asphalt a few times before he raised his head and said "It was the chickens day off!"

It was late afternoon and I sat there on a curb watching this guy that looked like a Martian tell me animal jokes. The crazy thing is that for each punch line he would turn into a green version the animal.

"What's the difference between a fish and a Piano?" Then there was a green fish flopping on the road gasping out "You can't Tuna fish!"

"What do you get when you put three ducks in a box?" He was then a green feathered duck quacking and waddling around nipping at me with his beak. "Quackers!"

"What do you call a Grizzly Bear caught in the rain?" Then he was a huge shaggy green bear towering over me. It would have been terrifying if he hadn't started doing a goofy dance.

I was laughing, I was actually laughing I was laughing until I looked past him to the twisted wreck that use to be Mom's blue jeep. I watched the paramedics load her into the ambulance. Then the laughing stopped. I was only 8 years old but I knew that my mom was hurt bad.

The green man stopped jumping, he had made a kangaroo joke. I started screaming and was trying to stand up to run to my mother. He was person again he grabbed me by my left arm. I started struggling punching trying to get him to let me go. I think I landed a blow on his face before he grabbed my wrist with his free hand.

"I know your scared!" He shouted at me. "Do you want to help your mom!" I stopped and his green eyes were so intense. "Then you need to let them work on her, you got to give them room to help her. "

I just froze. I don't know how long time seemed so elastic to me. But then I started balling again. The green man with pointed ears lead me back to the curb to sit back down. This time he didn’t try jokes. All he asked was "Do you like puppies?"

I don’t know how I answered, but a moment later a small green fluffy dog was in my lap. He started licking my face. I wrapped my arms around him. He didn’t speak, except once when I was squeezing to tight.

He stayed with me when the police came to talk to me. He stayed with me till my Dad came to get me. He just let me hold him and cry and pet his fur.

I don't remember the accident. I don’t remember a green mountain gorilla ripping the doors off the car and pulling my mother and I out of it. But I remember Beast Boy trying to keep me safe and calm.

I remember him telling me that it was okay to be scared and that I could let it all out. He didn't tell me "to take it like a man" or "stop crying or I will give you something to cry about" something I heard many times in my life. He let me cry on the worst day of my life and he was there for me.

Now that is a hero.

@beastboyappreciationweek I would like to apologize for doing this so late. I wanted to do something very different from what I'm used to. This was for the prompts animals. It's also the first one where he is running solo.

I remembered seeing something a while back where firefighters keep a few stuffed animals for kids on the firetruck to keep them calm.

[e350tb]

Steven Universe: Ruby Stars - The Fountain

(Note: This follows my earlier story The Eye of the Storm, which I would recommend you read first.)

"Are we rolling?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, good. Ahem. Welcome to my new video blog, The Crystal Gems and You!"

Ronaldo Fryman stood on the top of the cliff, the picket fence in the background. He wore his suit jacket and tie and carried a battered microphone that didn't actually work in his hand. Peedee stood in front of him, recording him on an old camcorder.

"Now, not many of you may know this, but this town is inhabited by a team of magical women called the Crystal Gems," said Ronaldo.

"I'm pretty sure people know that, Ron," grunted Peedee.

Ronaldo shushed him.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, "Real magical women, right in Beach City! But worry not, dear viewers, for these Crystal Gems are here to help us! Take this fence, for example."

He walked over to the fence, leaning against it.

"Are you sure you should..."

"Peedee, we're filming," said Ronaldo firmly, "Now, you might be asking, why would magical ladies build a picket fence? I have the answer."

He leaned further over the fence, looking down over the cliff.

"Inside this cliff is a colony of tiny, carnivorous tunnel monsters bent on devouring..."

"Ronaldo!"

Peedee jumped as Mr. Fryman stormed up the hill. Ronaldo turned his head to look at his approaching father but continued to lean heavily on the fence.

"You were supposed to be on shift ten minutes ago!" snapped Mr. Fryman.

"Daaaaad, I'm educating the public!" replied Ronaldo, "I have a responsibility to the people..."

"You have a responsibility to empty the grease traps!" grunted Mr. Fryman, "You can do your conspiracy theory stuff after work, but I need..."

"I need to tell people the truth!" retorted Ronaldo, "You just refuse to understand! This is my calling, dad, and you're chafing m-"

CRACK.

The fence gave way.

For a brief moment, everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Ronaldo saw the beach about thirty feet below him - he suddenly realised how high that actually was. Maybe he shouldn't have leant on that fence after all.

Then gravity kicked in and down he fell.

Sadie Miller sat on the couch in the Beach House, gazing at the small box on the coffee table.

To say she'd had a rough few days would be an enormous understatement. If she were to tell someone who hadn't been there about it, they'd probably think she was mad. Over the course of just two days, her estranged father had returned - as a government agent on the trail of a mysterious object. A chance discovery of a photograph in his wallet had then revealed that her parents had found a crashed alien ship when they were first dating. She'd searched for answers and found nothing but lies and half-truths, until eventually, her parents had been pushed into a position where they had been forced to tell the truth.

The man she thought had been her father, Agent Clancy Miller, was not. Her true father was a gem, a Ruby designated 1GK - Kay for short. She had had an affair with her mother, and that affair had resulted in her. Only Clancy had attacked Kay at the moment of conception, and as a result, Kay's gem - her gem - had had to be removed.

Now it sat in the box in front of her. She hadn't dared to open it - in any case, she had no key, though she waged a good hammer or rock would get it open.

Now she was here. Clancy had gone back to Washington and she couldn't face her mother at the moment, so she had opted to stay at Steven's place for the time being. She'd now been a guest at the Temple for three days. Steven and Peridot had done their best to make her feel welcome, but there was a dark atmosphere in the house - Sadie had not been the only one to have been lied to.

Amethyst lay on Steven's bed, staring at the ceiling. The Gems had left on a mission which Amethyst had refused to join, and Steven and Connie had taken Peridot to Funland to give them both some space. She almost wished they'd stayed - the house felt way too quiet.

"Hey, donut girl?"

Sadie looked up.

"You can call me Sadie, you know?" she said, "I mean, I don't even work at the Big Donut anymore..."

"Uh-huh," nodded Amethyst, "You ever think of just...running off and doing your own thing?"

Sadie shrugged.

"That's kind of what I'm doing now," she said.

"Yeah, but I mean leaving everything," explained Amethyst, "Like, disappearing. Leaving everyone behind and starting over somewhere else. Somewhere not in Beach City."

Sadie scratched her chin.

"Maybe?" she shrugged, "But I don't I think...I've got friends here. Like Buck, Sour Cream, Jenny, Steven. Lars when he gets home. And I guess I need them right now - they keep everything stable."

Amethyst blew a hair out of her face.

"Stable," she muttered, "Who wants to be stable?"

"I guess-"

There was a loud banging on the door.

"Ugh, mailman," grumbled Amethyst.

"But Jamie's already been, hasn't he?" said Sadie, getting up.

She opened the door.

"Peedee, what are you-oh my gosh!"

Peedee stood at the door, pale and shaking. Behind him, Mr. Fryman was carrying an unconscious Ronaldo over his shoulder - he was badly bruised, his arm bent backwards in a nauseating fashion. She could see several more injures, and he was bleeding from a gash over his forehead. She fought the urge to retch.

"What happened?" demanded Sadie.

"He was leaning on the fence," Peedee replied frantically, "And it broke and he..."

"Never mind!" interrupted Mr. Fryman, "Just get him an ambulance."

Amethyst walked down from Steven's bed as Sadie fished for her phone. She winced.

"Aw man, that looks bad," she said.

"You think?!" shouted Peedee, "He fell off a cliff!"

"What, near the lighthouse?" asked Amethyst, "But that's why we put the fence there..."

She snapped her fingers.

"Hey, donut girl, forget the ambulance, I got a better idea," she said.

"What do you mean forget the ambulance?" spluttered Peedee, "My brother might be dying, and I can't..."

"We've got Rose's healing fountain," explained Amethyst, "I mean, Garnet and Pearl said I'm not supposed to talk about that to humans..."

Her expression darkened.

"...but you know, who cares what they think," she growled.

"A magic fountain?" asked Peedee, "And it'll heal him?"

"Yep," nodded Amethyst.

"Does this fountain have a warp pad?" asked Sadie.

"Sure does."

"No," snapped Mr. Fryman, "Sadie, call that ambulance. I'm not going to risk-"

Peedee turned to Mr. Fryman.

"Dad, if we go to this fountain, Ronaldo won't have to go to the hospital," he said, "Maybe he'll have a better chance, and...and you know we can't afford..."

"Peedee," said Mr. Fryman.

Peedee stopped talking, but continued to look at his father with pleading, watery eyes.

Mr. Fryman turned to Amethyst.

"You promise me this fountain of yours will work?" he demanded.

Amethyst nodded. Mr. Fryman breathed in and out, closing his eyes.

"Alright," he said, "Take us there."

The fountain was an amazing sight. It was a great, walled courtyard, surrounded on all sides by towering mountains. At the centre stood the enormous fountain - water flowed from the eyes of a massive statue of Rose Quartz, gently flowing into the stone catchment below. Sadie had no time to take in the sight at the moment, of course - Ronaldo needed her help.

Mr. Fryman carried Ronaldo over as quickly as he dared, taking care not to knock him on the way. Amethyst went on ahead, stopping next to the fountain and patting the stone wall.

"Alright, just dunk him in," she said, "Let the water do the rest."

Mr. Fryman lay him gently on the side of the fountain. He gave the purple gem a meaningful gaze.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" he asked.

Amethyst nodded.

"Alright," he said, "What do I do?"

"Like I said, dunk him in," shrugged Amethyst.

Mr. Fryman turned to Peedee. He swallowed and nodded.

Gently, Mr. Fryman lifted Ronaldo up again, lowering him into the light pink waters of the fountain. As the water touched his skin, it began to glow softly.

Sadie gasped as she watched Ronaldo's wounds begin to heal. His gashes closed themselves, his bruises vanished and his arm reset itself. It was as if time was running backwards, every injury disappearing as though it was never there to begin with. It was like magic - no, it was magic.

Ronaldo coughed. Mr. Fryman jumped, accidentally dropping Ronaldo into the fountain. He landed with a big splash, drenching his father.

"Ron!" exclaimed Peedee, running over, "Are you okay?"

Ronaldo slowly sat up, rubbing his head. He slowly glanced up at Peedee.

"Come on, say something!" Peedee begged.

Ronaldo coughed again and cleared his throat.

"Uh...you...you got that all on camera, right?"

"Oh, Ronaldo, you dumb..."

Peedee didn't finish his sentence, instead embracing his brother in a tight hug. He laughed and cried at the same time - Ronaldo, somewhat confused, hugged him back.

Mr. Fryman shook his head.

"I...I can't...how do I thank you?" he asked.

"Well, you could fix the fence," suggested Amethyst.

"The f...yeah, the fence, consider it done," said Mr. Fryman.

Sadie stared at the fountain as Peedee helped his brother out of the water.

"So this can heal anything?" she asked.

"Sort of?" replied Amethyst, "I mean, I don't think it works if you're sick, because otherwise Pearl would've probably drowned Steven in this the first time he got a cold. She might not have thought of that though..."

Sadie nodded, deep in thought.

Mr. Fryman walked up to his son, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"Ronaldo," he said, "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

He pulled him into a hug. Sadie felt a slight pang in her heart - she had to turn away.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Peedee walked up, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I mean, I heard something happened with you and your mom," he said, "Are you okay?"

Sadie sighed.

"I'll be fine," she replied, "I'm just working through some stuff, you know?"

"Well, if you ever need anything, let me know," said Peedee, "Even if you just want some free food. It's the least I can do, y'know?"

Sadie nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said.

They warped back into the Beach House, finding Steven, Connie and Peridot watching something on Peridot's tablet.

"Amethyst, Sadie! There you are!" said Connie, "I...Ronaldo, do you have blood on your shirt?!"

"Long story," replied Ronaldo, "And you can read all about it on Keep Beach City Weird tonight!"

Mr. Fryman opened his mouth as if to say something, but he seemed to decide against it. Instead he put a hand on Ronaldo's shoulder and gave him a tired smile.

"Well, let's get you home," he said, "It's been a long day."

"What about the restaurant?" asked Peedee.

"Forget it," replied Mr. Fryman, "One missed dinner rush won't kill us. I'd rather just have a family night in with my boys..."

He led his sons out the door and off down the beach. Steven looked questioningly at Amethyst.

"Stuff happened," shrugged Amethyst.

Sadie walked over to the coffee table and picked up Kay's box.

"If Rose could take Kay's...my gem off," she said, "Could her fountain reattach it?"

Steven and Connie exchanged glances.

"I dunno," replied Amethyst, "I mean, possibly?"

"More like probably."

All eyes fell on Peridot, who was looking thoughtfully at the box.

"Rose Quartz could heal any physical ailments, right?" asked Peridot, "You not having your gem is a physical ailment. Logically, her tears could reunite your gem to your physical form."

"Like magic glue," nodded Steven.

Peridot winced.

"Yes, I suppose we could call it that," she said, "But it wouldn't be very proper..."

"It's worth a shot, at least," shrugged Sadie.

She shook her head.

"I probably shouldn't," she said, "Mom wouldn't want that. Garnet and Pearl wouldn't..."

"Sadie."

Amethyst spoke up, crossing her arms.

"This is your gem," she said, "And your body, and your life. It's not up to Pearl or Garnet or Barb. This is your choice. You wanna try putting that gem back on? I've got your back."

There was a long silence.

Sadie gazed down at the box. She knew that there was no guarantee that her plan would actually work. It was more likely that she was setting herself up for disappointment. Even if it did work, she had no idea what it would do to her. Would it simply attach? Would her body react badly to it? And would she then have to deal with emerging powers in the same way that Steven had? And could she be sure she wasn't just taking these risks to spite her mother and Clancy?

And yet this was her gem. Clancy had said as much. Now that she knew about it, she could hardly leave it out of sight and out of mind. And if Kay had been willing to have her, even despite losing her physical form, she must have intended for her to carry her gem, right? Surely this would just be setting right what had gone wrong. And if nothing else, she would have peace of mind when it was done, right?

She came to a decision.

"Tonight," declared Sadie, "We'll go tonight. Are you guys in?"

"Well, you'll need a certified kindergartener on hand, so yes, I'm in," replied Peridot.

"I'll ask mom if I can stay here tonight," said Connie, "It's not a school night, so she might say yes..."

"And I'll come too," nodded Steven, "Although I might be able to just spit on you see if that works."

"Thanks Steven," replied Sadie, "But I'd really rather you didn't."