#oww that freaking hurt

[therulingqueen]

Tripped down the last two steps in front of my house in a very Clint Barton manner and sprained the front part of my foot pretty bad. Dr asked what color wrap I wanted. Yeah, since it was a Clint thing to do, had to have a Clint color.

[peachy-doodles]

finally gave these freaks legs in their refs lmao

[stararch4ngelqueen]

For the Jason drabbles, what about Jason conforting/taking care of reader while they are sick or even on their period?

We love a supportive man. What he receives he gives back tenfold.

“Show me where, baby.”

His hand roamed along your lower abdomen, imagining the soreness in your tense muscles. The spikes of pain that riddled you bedridden during your most heavy days.

“Here?” He applies pressure, fingers rubbing circles down just under your stomach, along the spot near your hip bone.

“Oww, yes,” you whine, wincing from the pain before being soothed by his massage.

Jason knew what periods were. He knew it’s a natural thing women dealt with. He’s worked with women for years, alongside doing his own research on it during one time you hadn’t left your bed for a while, thinking you were sick at first. It was an.. interesting conversation with Babs over what more he could do to help that the internet didn’t tell him about those relentlessly heavy cycles.

Pain like this took a lot longer to be rid of than a heating pad would allow. Especially the good quality ones with different settings.

Or, if you want something different, something fun that he wouldn’t mind shoving into the microwave for a minute, he’d get you a heatable, plush teddy bear. Or a duck. Or a menstruation crustacean.

He had no idea what the hell that was until you showed him on the site. You received whatever you chose in a box nearly three days later from Prime shipping.

Don’t freak out about blood. Accidents happen. If you got some on the sheets, along his lap when he held you, or on the couch, he could’ve cared less.

He wouldn’t even point it out, if you didn’t know. If you did notice it, he’d immediately shush you in an consolation attack, hiding your shameful expression in the crook of his shoulder.

“Shh, baby,” he’d murmur in your ear. “Easy. Nothin’ I haven’t seen before. S’alright, it’s okay.”

With advice from Babs, he cooks a lot more iron rich meals for you a lot more during this time. Usually, it’s been a team effort. You cook, he cleans up, you wash dishes together. Vice versa.

This week, regardless if you suffer from irregular periods, he does it all. He’ll do it even if he was a walking zombie, he doesn’t care.

Jason will not, no matter what you say, let you lift a finger if he knows you’re in pain. He’s an expert of masking his own, he can tell when you do it.

This even goes if you’re not used to being babied, get used to it. You tend to him for weeks at a time in a single month alone, this is his way of saying thank you for it all.

“Bed.” Jason demands, not even having to turn around from his attention on the stove to hear your shuffling to the kitchen.

“But I’m—“

“I brought you a drink,” he replies. A cup of warm raspberry leaf tea sitting on your bedside.

“No, I mean—“

“I know it hurts, but you can’t take anything until after you eat,” Jason peers over his shoulder, seeing his olive green shirt loosely draped over your body. “Go back to bed, Princess.”

“Can I stay here?” You plea, making his shoulders slump with a sigh. Try as he may, your weakened state makes him more pliable to your every request.

Might as well, since you’re already up. Stubborn girl.

“Go sit on the couch,” he sighs, knowing a few comforters were folded up on the cushions. “Get comfortable, an’ stay there. Dinner’s almost done.”

Jason has pills, plenty of them. From plain Tylenol, ibuprofen, to doctor prescribed muscle relaxers, morphine, etc. All thanks to Alfred.

Broken bones or severe, suture required injuries would be the only times Jason felt complied to take them. He knew addiction, watching it first hand and being involved in it at one point himself. He only took them when he absolutely, positively needed it.

For you, if you needed something stronger, he’d give you half of one pill, or a full, single pill at most. No way would you ever fall victim to such a cruel, toxic routine. He’d keep them locked up, for both your safety and his.

After your said hearty, iron rich meal, you remained on the couch snuggled up together like true lovers.

His guilty pleasure during your period of vulnerability was how much you relied on him for comfort. Positions varied, but his most favorite would be your body laying in his lap as he lounged on his reading recliner.

A gray comforter over your shoulders, some fuzzy socks on your feet. The furnace you called your boyfriend leaving you nice and toasty, his hands settling along your hair and back, preparing to soothe and massage when needed.

He adored when you needed him, he loved catering to you. You were his woman, his little nurse turned patient.

This also sort of gave him an excuse to skip out on patrols, but he never voiced the reasons why he’s gotten calls about it. He just didn’t feel like it, refusing the idea of abandoning you late at night, leaving him tense and unfocused on his routine on if you needed something, and he wasn’t there.

The others, with their detective mindsets could figure it out for themselves as to why Jason didn’t show up on a Saturday night. Or a Sunday, and definitely not a Monday.

He had important priorities, after all.

Just him, you; snuggly comfortable and content, and your herbal scented, menstruation crustacean.

[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 8 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You run into the last person you wanted to see in Annapolis, which leads to you and Bradley fighting over the phone.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing and smut

Length: 4600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Oww!!" You were trying your best to keep it together as your friend Caleb gave you your first tattoo. But you weren't sure if the location was extra sensitive, or if you were just a gigantic baby, but it was hurting a lot.

"Let's take a little break," he told you, gently wiping your skin before he removed his gloves and went to get you a bottle of water.

You glanced down your body to where your leggings were pulled part way down, revealing a half finished tattoo that was clearly dedicated to Bradley. 

Oh my goodness, you'd actually done it. The idea occurred to you when you were first engaged; a hidden tattoo that only he would see. Well, him and your doctors, and perhaps someone who saw you in a bathing suit. But even your bathing suits were probably not skimpy enough to show off the single-line Rooster that was going to be adorning your skin near the left side of your pelvic bone, between your pussy and hip.

"We're almost done," Caleb promised as you drank. "You got five more minutes in you?"

"Yes," you managed to say, watching him wash his hands and grab a new pair of gloves. "It'll be worth it for the surprise wedding gift."

With a laugh, Caleb adjusted your leggings and got to work once more. "I'm pretty sure Bradley is going to freak the fuck out when he sees it. No joke, I would lose my mind if Jess ever did anything like this."

"That's what I'm counting on," you groaned through clenched teeth. You tried to take deep breaths and pretend you were at the beach, taking Tramp for a walk as the needle made you want to cry. 

"Nearly done," Caleb mumbled, and now you were biting your finger to keep yourself still. You were panting by the time he finished and wiped you clean one final time. "Here, check it out with the mirror. Looks pretty cool."

You propped yourself up on one elbow and took the mirror from him. You gasped softly as you examined yourself. "I love it! It's perfect! Tiny and cute and just perfect!"

While Caleb taped plastic wrap over the rooster to cover it while it heals, you argued with him over payment. 

"It's on the house," he insisted.

"That ridiculous! How much would you normally charge?"

He just laughed and said, "It's dainty, and it was your first time, so I'd charge the shop minimum. But you're going to pay nothing and consider it a wedding gift. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you told him with a hug, only feeling slightly bad that he was insisting you skip payment. "But if I come back for another one, I'm paying full price."

"Sure, whatever you say."

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Bradley was sitting in your car in the driveway. He was already running late, because he missed you so much he could barely function. And because he had stayed in bed too long jerking off to the dirty videos of the two of you. And now your car wouldn't start for him.

"You fucking piece of shit!" he scolded the dashboard. He had moved the seat back as far as it would go, and he could still barely fit. His head was almost touching the roof, and the seatbelt felt like it was smothering him. "I swear this is the smallest car ever made. Can't be safe."

Then he remembered that he promised you he'd treat the car nicely. So through gritted teeth, he gently ran his palm along the steering wheel while he tried one more time to turn the key. 

"For some reason she loves you, so will you please be nice to me?"

The car magically started, and he was finally on his way to work. He thought about how much better the Bronco was while he drove, but he didn't dare voice his opinions out loud. It was only Monday, and he needed this thing to be agreeable for at least a few more days. 

Bradley knew you were busy. He knew you had spent the entire day Sunday with your parents, but he was still craving even just a phone call from you. He thought about calling you now, but the last thing he wanted to do was be a nuisance this week. 

But his phone rang as he pulled into the parking garage, and he scrambled to answer. "Sweetheart!"

"Bradley! I only have a minute," you told him, and he could tell by the amount of background noise that you were already in the conference hall. "Just wanted to check on you and Tramp."

"We're good, Baby Girl. Just miss you."

"Listen, I've got all these dinners and cocktail hours all week, but I'll call you when I can, okay? Text me! I love you!"

Bradley made his way to the classroom and took a seat next to Nat. "How you holding up? I never thought I would see the day when you were a lovesick mess, waiting for your wife to return home."

Bradley grumbled. "Almost wife. And I fucking hate her car. She's so nearly perfect, like literally my ideal woman, but her choice of vehicle honestly makes me question her sanity."

"Of course she's fucking crazy. She's with you."

Being three hours behind you all week made things even more interesting, but when Bradley was fixing himself a bowl of cereal for dinner around 7 on Tuesday, he was surprised to see you were texting him. 

I miss you, Roo. We could definitely manage to break this bed together.

Just as he was about to write back and tell you exactly how he'd take care of you and the bed, a few images appeared in the thread. In the first one, you were naked and all wrapped up in the white sheet, your hair a mess and you had that hazy look in your eyes that told him you'd had a few drinks. 

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as two more images came through. You knew what that ring on your finger did to him. And you decided to tease him anyway. 

The picture of you with your left arm covering your hip, slipping your middle finger inside yourself had him unzipping his shorts. The diamond ring sparkled in the light, and your manicured nails against your pussy looked so pretty. 

He called you over facetime immediately, looking through the pictures while he fisted himself. 

"Roo," you gasped. Your room was dimly lit, but he could tell you were masturbating. You must have just taken these photos before sending them.

"Baby Girl," he groaned, and you whined in response. God, he loved that sound. Loved it when you were a needy, spoiled princess for him. 

"Get me off! Talk to me, Bradley, and get me off!" you demanded, tilting the phone so he could see your pleading face before shifting it to show off the rest of your body.

"You have the prettiest little pussy, Sweetheart. Yes, use your fingers, just like that. Nice and slow. Add a second one to fill you up."

You were moaning louder now, swiping your clit with your thumb. 

"Show me your face. Look at me," he told you, gripping himself tight as you guided your phone up to your face. He scolded you whenever you let your eyes drift closed, demanding you look at him while you came. 

"Bradley," you gasped, your head tipping back, but your eyes stayed on his as you made all the little noises that he would forever associate with pure sexual bliss. 

"Good girl," he told you as you rode your fingers to completion. After a few more pumps of his fist, he had made a bit of a mess in the kitchen for himself to clean up. 

You bit your lip and sighed softly. "I miss you. When I get home, can we make another video together where you call me your dirty little slut?"

He just grunted in agreement. "Anytime you want, Sweetheart."

Bradley let you start to doze off as he talked to you, only telling you to hang up and charge your phone before you fell asleep completely.  

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Every lecture you attended was fascinating. Every cocktail hour was a great chance to network. And every dinner with your team brought everyone closer together. But you were getting tired of socializing. All you really wanted was to be home with Bradley, eating dinner on his lap and listening to his playlists. 

"Everyone ready for tomorrow afternoon?" Bickel asked on Wednesday evening during dinner just off base. "We've got lecture hall 7 starting at 10:00, so we should have plenty of time to run equipment tests."

"Ready," you promised him as the others agreed. You weren't nervous at all, just excited to share your work. The thing you were most worried about was how itchy your tattoo felt now. It was covered up and healing, but you couldn't imagine giving an hour long lecture in your polyester uniform pants successfully at the moment. 

At least you had managed to keep it covered with your arm while you and Bradley had your facetime call last night. 

You smirked and excused yourself to use the restroom, running your palms over your dress as you wound your way through the restaurant. When your fingers touched your tattoo through the fabric, you actually giggled. You had decided you'd let Bradley find it on his own when you got home on Saturday afternoon. You'd be exhausted from your week by that point, but you still couldn't wait to see what he thought about it.

You were excited for tomorrow's presentation. And on Friday night you'd be out with the Admirals. The Admirals! 

You finally turned the last corner, but you weren't looking where you stepped. It was too late as you felt yourself collide with a man, and then you heard a familiar voice as he said your name. 

His hands came to rest on your arms, steadying you as you felt a cold, horrible feeling wash through your body. 

It was Josh. It was Josh, and he was touching your bare skin, and his face was next to yours. 

"Oh, my god," you gasped, trying to pull out of his grip.

"Shit, it is you," he whispered, finally letting go of you as you wrenched yourself away. 

You stood just staring at each other as you inched slowly away. Some remote part of your brain recognized that you were safe, you were surrounded by people walking to and from the restrooms. You didn't need Bradley or Jake or Bob. But you still felt clammy and uncomfortable. 

"Didn't expect to see you in Annapolis," Josh drawled with a thoroughly disinterested look on his face. "You here to get me kicked off of another base? Get me demoted again?"

"Josh," you whispered, gathering your thoughts. "I'm here to give a presentation."

"I know. I saw your name on the keynote list. I should have been part of that project."

You scoffed. "You should have kept your hands to yourself. And I was never going to choose you, I was always going to keep Sonya."

He laughed bitterly. "Okay, now that much I do not believe. You can say what you want, but I'm not blameless here. You gonna get your huge boyfriend to hit me again, just for fun?"

You pressed your lips together before you said, "Fiancé now, actually."

Josh's gaze dipped down to your hand, but you didn't make the ring any easier for him to see. You didn't even want him looking at it. It was yours. 

Then your mind wrapped around his words. "What do you mean? Hit you again?"

"Is he here?" Josh asked, glancing behind you. 

"No, he's in San Diego, but if I call him, he'll be on the next flight. What do you mean by hit you again?"

Josh shook his head slowly, and you could see in his eyes how much he hated you now. A chill went through your body, but you didn't move an inch. 

"You were there that night, at the bar. I assumed you sent him over to head me off. Him and that blond guy, too."

Your eyes went wider as you pictured Bradley and Jake hauling Josh out the doors of the Hard Deck. Your face must have given you away.

"So you didn't know he punched me in the face then?"

"No," you whispered. Now you were angry at Bradley and Jake, but you were even angrier at Josh for making you remember with vivid clarity the way he had touched you, all while he was standing right in front of you.

"He broke my nose and my ribs. I thought about calling the police. Getting him arrested."

A bitter laugh escaped you as someone nudged past you to get to the ladies' room. "Really? What stopped you? The fact that I would have reciprocated by turning you in for physical and sexual assault? You've got a lot of nerve even talking to me right now, so let's wrap this up. Is there anything else you'd like to say to me?"

Josh eyed you from head to toe, his gaze lingering on your chest for a few seconds before he shook his head. "Just that you weren't worth it. You seemed so fucking easy too. I'd hate to be engaged to you, the way you flirt with other guys like some kind of skank."

"Get the fuck away from me," you said, hating the way your voice shook. "Chelsea told me you did that shit all the time, and I was never even interested in you. You're a pig." 

As he got himself in your personal space, you just wanted Bradley. But you forced yourself to hold your ground.

"And you're a bitch," he snapped next to your ear. 

You sucked in a breath and swallowed hard as he strode away from you as you muttered, "Fuck you." 

When he was out of sight you ducked into the bathroom and locked yourself in a stall. You hated the fact that he could get you so rattled. And you were steaming mad that apparently Bradley and Jake had pulled Josh aside, and everybody neglected to tell you about it. 

You needed to get a cab back to your room so you could be alone and call the one person who would tell you the truth.

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Everyone was obsessed with his home gym. It really seemed like the silliest thing for his friends to be envious about, especially since Bradley was always inviting them over to use it. He filled up a huge jug of water and grabbed his speaker before taking Tramp out back with him and heading toward the garage where everyone was already gathered.

"Holy hell," Nat muttered. "No wonder he's out here working out all the time. Look at this one!" 

Bradley found Nat, Bob and Jake all huddled around the calendar where it hung on the wall, flipping through the pages. 

"That's so pretty. I love how the photographer used the negative space to make a statement," Bob said.

Jake laughed. "I think you're supposed to be noticing her legs."

Bob stuttered. "Well, I...I just would never look at her that way. So let's be respectful."

Nat shrugged. "I am respectfully saying that I can understand why Rooster is so pussy whipped. Look at this!" She was pointing to the November photo with you in black lace, garters and stocking, and Jake let out a low whistle. 

"Will you please stop looking?!" Bradley scolded, and Nat let go of the calendar like it had burned her.

"We weren't being crude," she replied with a smirk, but Bradley growled and carefully unclipped the calendar from the wall. 

"August is my personal favorite," Jake commented, and of course that was the one Bradley liked because your tit was out.

He eyed them all up. Nat and Jake were both still smirking, and Bob was beat red and looked like he wanted to disappear. "I know she's sexy. I know it's a marvel that I'm with her. I know I am pussy whipped. I know, okay?"

"Just as long as you know," Nat said with a laugh. 

Bradley tucked his calendar carefully into a plastic tub of photos from the storage unit before turning on a playlist. "You've all seen more than enough of my future wife. Let's start this damn workout."

Without another word, everyone grabbed some weights and got to work. Bradley was lifting while Bob spotted for him when he heard Jake's phone ring. 

"Angel, how are you?" Jake drawled, and Bradley quickly set his barbell in the holder and popped up.

"What's wrong? Did she try to call me?" Bradley asked, walking over to his phone. Nothing.

"Whoa, whoa! Angel, calm down! That's not even what happened!" Jake was getting louder and pacing around.

"What's going on?" Bradley demanded, and he was answered by a hand held up in his face. 

Now Bob and Nat were looking concerned as well. 

Jake's eyes went wide and darted toward Bradley's, panic stricken. "You saw Josh tonight? In Annapolis?"

"Give me the phone!" Bradley thundered. 

Jake just held his hand up again. "Angel, you know how I always have your back? I have Rooster's back too, I promise. Everything was under control that night at the Hard Deck." 

"Now!" Bradley added, ready to take it away from Jake.

"He's about to rip my phone out of my hand, so I'm going to give it to him, okay?"

Bradley reached for the phone and juggled it until he had it to his ear. "What is going on?"

"Bradley! I can't believe you punched Josh and never told me! You and Jake both!" you shouted into the phone.

"You saw him tonight?! Where are you?" he shouted back.

"Are you going to tell me what happened when you hit him?" Your voice was near hysterics now, and Bradley knew he needed to calm himself down. He paced the length of the garage while three sets of eyes watched his every movement. 

He readjusted Jake's phone against his ear and took a deep breath. "Sweetheart. I need you to tell me where you are and if you're okay."

"I'm in my room! I'm fine!"

Bradley found it was easier to breathe now. "And where did you see Josh? Does he know where your room is?" Bradley was not above calling your parents and telling them what was going on, since they were only an hour away from Annapolis. In fact his free hand was twitching to text them, and buy a ticket to Maryland himself. 

"I saw him at dinner. He does not know where my room is. Now tell me why you risked assault charges to punch someone who doesn't fucking matter, Bradley!"

Jake took a step closer, asking, "Do you want me to talk to her?"

Bradley sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Can I put you on speaker, Baby Girl? Nat and Bob are here as well."

"Oh my God! Nat and Bob know about it, too? Am I the only one who doesn't know about this?! Should I call Mav and Penny and ask them?"

Bradley tossed his head back and gestured toward the garage door before he disappeared out into the evening air. He paced down the driveway as he said, "There's nothing to tell, Sweetheart."

You scoffed through the phone. "He said you broke his nose and his ribs, Bradley! Why would you do that? He doesn't matter at all."

"For you!" Bradley growled. "What other reason would I have to do anything except for you?"

"He could have hurt you! He could have called the police!" you wailed. "You could have been in serious trouble."

Bradley's blood was pulsing through his body, and he really wanted to punch out a window when he walked past your car. "He doesn't get to touch you without consequences. That's the bottom line."

"But what about you? You think you're not just as important to me?"

Bradley paced back up the driveway, running his fingers through his hair. "I understand what you're saying, my love. But roughing him up outside the Hard Deck was just a warning. I wasn't going to do too much damage. Even though I really fucking wanted to."

The exasperated noise you made had him almost on his knees. "And what if you got arrested?"

Bradley leaned against your car. "Then you bail me out. I added you to all my bank accounts already. You can use it for that."

"I'm not joking right now, Bradley."

"Neither am I! I'm not joking about the fact that all my money is yours. I'm not joking about the fact that I would fund my own bail money to defend you a million times over. And I'm not joking about the fact that I would have done a lot worse to Josh if left unchecked. So if you want to be mad at someone, you can continue to be mad at me, but I promise you that Jake was there the whole time. And he would have pulled me off of him if necessary. That's the kind of shit that Jake and I would do for each other." 

Now you were actively crying, and Bradley didn't know what to say. He realized there was probably nothing that would make you feel better at this moment, so he went ahead and added, "I'm not going to apologize for what I did. And I don't feel bad about it. And I fucking hate that you saw that prick tonight. This is supposed to be your special week that you worked so hard for!"

He wasn't helping anything at the moment, but he couldn't stop himself as he punched the top of your car. "Baby Girl, I love you, and it's my job to protect you. Please try to understand where I'm coming from here."

You sniffed hard before saying, "Please let me talk to Jake."

Bradley heaved a deep sigh and headed back into the garage. "Okay. Here's Jake."

Bradley watched him take back his phone and head outside. "Angel, I promise you that I was with him the whole time......."

Every cell in his body wanted to know what you and Jake were talking about, but Bradley forced himself to sit down on the weight bench instead. 

"Here, use this for a bit," Bob said, handing a twenty pound dumbbell to him. "Keep your mind occupied."

"She's probably just upset that she ran into Josh, and everyone else seems to know you got physical with him except for her," Nat told Bradley, placing a soft kiss to the top of his head. "She just needs to blow off some steam to Jake, so let him take care of it. In the meantime, I'm going to order some pizzas."

Bradley let Bob count his reps while he listened to Nat order one pizza with pepperoni and one with mushrooms. He suddenly just missed you so much. He should have taken a few days off and joined you in Annapolis to attend your lecture. He'd love to see the look on Josh's face if he tried to talk to you with Bradley standing behind you. 

When Jake finally came back into the garage, tucking his phone into his pocket, he just sighed and stared at Bradley for a moment.

"Well? What did you talk about?" Bradley rasped, handing the dumbbell back to Bob.

Jake just kind of shrugged. "A lot of it was personal, so I'm not going to tell you, but I explained to her very calmly that she needs to get over it. I told her that I am completely taking your side this time, and that it was important for you to assert your dominance in this particular scenario."

Bradley grunted and stood, pulling Jake into a brief hug. "She likes you. She'll listen to you."

Jake nodded. "I told her to take an hour to think about things from your point of view and calm down. Then she's allowed to call you back, but she needs to be done being upset."

Bradley gaped at Jake, and a startled laugh escaped him. "And she's going to actually do that?"

"She better, or I told her I will be very disappointed in her."

"Shit," Bradley muttered, so impressed by Jake Seresin that he wasn't sure what had become of his life. 

"Pizza's here. Let's go inside," Nat said, guiding everyone toward the house.

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Jake was probably right. You were in shock from seeing Josh again, and you needed to think through what happened at the Hard Deck before you talked to Bradley again. You had stripped off all of your clothes, too hot and uncomfortable, before flopping down on the bed.

Thankfully Jake had taken the time to walk you through everything. He told you that Josh looked like he was going to try to approach you, but there was no way Bradley, Jake or anyone else in that bar would allow that to happen. Jake also promised you that Bradley was very calm the entire time, and the only reason he hit Josh was because he started bad mouthing you.

And especially based on what Josh said to you at the restaurant, you tended to believe Jake. The man had the nerve to call you a skank! As if you had done anything to wrong Bradley!

Oh Bradley. You had yelled at him on the phone. And he'd been the one to keep this information from you for months to try to spare your feelings. He just wanted to protect you and keep you safe. And really, maybe Josh deserved that broken nose and the broken ribs. 

Okay, now you were thinking about Bradley fighting for your honor, and a shot of adrenaline coursed through your body. You ran your fingers along your healing tattoo and you reached for your phone. 

After one ring, you heard Bradley's voice. "Sweetheart."

You let his raspy voice wash over you. He was always going to keep you safe. "I love you, Roo. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was so flustered from tonight and then I was embarrassed. And you know you could have told me you hit him, right? I'm not fragile, Bradley."

"Oh, Baby Girl. You're not. You're so strong. I just didn't want you to have to keep dealing with this shit when I was more than happy to take over for you. You do the same thing for me sometimes. Like when you make fancy dinners for Goose and Carole just when I'm on the brink of collapse, because I don't think there's a good way to keep their memory alive."

"Okay. That makes sense." Jake was right. You just needed to take some time to think about things. "It's like sharing the burden with someone who can help in a different way."

"Yes," he replied, and you could tell he was smiling. "Exactly like that. And also, fuck you Jake," Bradley said, his voice raised so that you could tell he was yelling through the house. 

You started laughing along with Bradley. "Don't get upset with Jake. He's kind of sweet, actually. He helped me process this."

"I love you, Baby Girl. But it's so late there, and you have a big day tomorrow. Are you okay?"

You took a deep breath as you sat up in the tiny bed. Your eyes dipped again to your tattoo. "Yeah, I'm okay, Roo. Thanks for always trying to protect me."

"Will you call me as soon as you can tomorrow? I want to hear everything about your presentation."

"I will."

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Ugh, Josh..... she needs to finish up in Annapolis and get home. At least the tattoo is complete!

PART 9

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[bun-lapin]

YuYu the Universe - Chapter 1 (part 2)

Summary: Yuna and Yuuji wake up in Twisted Wonderland

Word Count: 1.5k Genre: Slice of life / comedy Characters: (ocs) Yuna & Yuuji, Dire Crowley, Grim CW: light swearing, rude as hell dark mirror /hj

Start/Previous Part - Next Part - Fic on AO3

“What the-? Why is it so dark? Where the hell am I?!”

“...Yuna?”

“Yuuji! Are you here? I can’t see anything! Where are we?”

“Girl, seriously? You’re literally laying on top of me. How did you not realize I was here?” Yuuji raises his hand in the cramped space and feels a flat, wooden surface against his fingertips. “It seems like we’re in some sort of box.”

“Honestly, I thought you were some kind of super lumpy pillow or something- oww! Dude, did you just pinch me?!”

Yuuji clicks his tongue in annoyance and says, “We’ve somehow been trapped in a wooden box together. This is a very stressful situation so I’d appreciate you not commenting on my beautiful, non-lumpy body!” He takes a few deep breaths to steady his frazzled nerves. “First order of business: we need to find a way out of here. We should...hmm let’s see...maybe you could punch the box open?”

“Punch it open?” Yuna scoffs, “There’s not enough room in here for me to draw my arm back!”

“What about that move the guy uses in that one kung fu movie we watched last week? Like, he was trapped in a tiny closet or something?”

“What move-? Oh! Are you talking about the one-inch punch?” Yuna continues in an animated tone, “I can see where you’re coming from. That move looks really cool and has lots of interesting physics behind it, but realistically, it’s not an actual option here. You see, the secret behind the move is all about-”

“YUNA! I’m about to freak the fuck out!” Yuuji suddenly shouts, cutting short her impromptu lecture. “We need to get out of here! You know I don’t do well in confined spaces!”

Raising her hand to feel along the solid barrier in front of her, Yuna says with a smirk in her voice, “That’s true! Remember in elementary school when you got stuck in the big tube slide and-” her story abruptly cuts off and, in the sudden silence, a hollow, rattling sound fills the space. “...Hmm. It looks like this box has a lid or something because I can move this part...”

Yuuji lets out a long, aggravated sigh. A few beats of silence pass by before he finally says, “I’m sorry for freaking out earlier. Now please get us out of here.”

Pushing firmly against the wooden surface, Yuna throws open the lid to the mysterious box. Blinking against the sudden light, she takes a step forward and immediately begins to fall several feet down towards a polished marble floor. Acting on instinct, she twists to grab Yuuji’s shoulder and they both fall through the air into a crumpled heap below.

“I say! How very rude of you to step out all by yourself- Huh?! There's two of you? What were both of you doing in the coffin??”

Wincing slightly in pain, both Yuna and Yuuji look up to see an elegantly dressed man, sporting a crow mask and a black top hat, standing before them. Behind him is a seated crowd wearing dark, hooded robes. Gazing around the room, they take in the sight of floating coffins in the air above them and candle-lit lanterns that glow with a gentle green light.

With a blank expression, Yuuji softly murmurs to himself, “Ah, I see. I’m dreaming right now…”

Jumping up from the floor, Yuna tugs on his arm in a panic and says, “Get up! We’re definitely not dreaming! For starters, there’s no way my imagination is good enough to come up with something this crazy. And second of all, my foot hurts like hell from when we landed!” Dropping into a fighting stance, she yells, “We’ve obviously been abducted by some kind of dangerous cult who want to sacrifice us or something! You make a run for it and I’ll try to hold them off for as long as I can!”

Putting his hands up in a calming motion, the man in the crow mask says, “Please! Settle down, you two! You are in no danger. It seems the transportation spell has made you confused.” He places a hand against his chest in a refined pose and states in a somewhat fanciful voice, “My name is Dire Crowley, headmage of Night Raven College! The most prestigious school for mages in Twisted Wonderland!”

“Hmm… I see. Seems we’ve been isekai’d...” Yuuji states flatly, still obviously stunned by the current situation.

“Isekai?” Yuna rises out of her combat stance and turns to Yuuji. “Does that mean we have magic powers now?” She raises her hands towards Crowley and shouts, “Fire Ball!! Ice Beam!! Lightning Attack!!”

A deep and mysterious voice suddenly fills the room, “These two souls. They possess no magic.”

All eyes turn towards the source of the ominous voice. A large, ornate mirror depicting dark flames flickering behind a pale mask, floats at the center point of the room. The mirror speaks again, “I sense no magic from these two. No color, no shape, no sound. The nature of their souls is utterly vacant.”

Yuna gently tugs on the sleeve of Yuuji’s jacket as she whispers, “Is it just me, or did that talking mirror just throw mad shade on the nature of our souls?”

Shaking his head with a sigh, Yuuji replies, “I can’t believe we got transported to another world and we don’t even get any magical powers. What a ripoff...”

The crowd of hooded figures begins murmuring and whispering in surprise at the mirror’s words. Placing a hand to his mouth in shock, Crowley cries out, “Oh my! How could something like this have happened? This is an unprecedented-”

“HOLD IT! If they don’t have any magic, I’ll just take their place!” Another voice, this time high-pitched and scratchy, rings out through the air.

Turning towards a darkened corner, everyone in the room stares at the sight of some sort of furry, cat-like creature standing up in a large birdcage. The creature, blue flames flickering from its ears, flashes a sharp-toothed grin at Crowley and yells, “Did ya hear me, headmage?! I, the great and amazing Grim, will take their place!” He places his small paws on the bars of the cage and fiercely rattles them for added emphasis.

Crowley shouts, “Silence, you impertinent weasel! It’s bad enough I caught you trying to break into the ceremony. We even had to spend all that time putting out that blasted fire you started! I’ll deal with you in a minute. Now go back to being quiet while I handle these two magic-less students!”

Grim responds by gnashing his teeth angrily and furiously clawing at the lock on the cage.

Clearing his throat, Crowley turns back towards Yuna and Yuuji. “It’s clear that some sort of mistake has been made. Without magic, you cannot attend this school. The Dark Mirror shall now send you back to where you belong.”

The Dark Mirror suddenly speaks up again, “There is no place in this world for these two souls. There is nowhere they belong.”

Yuna scoffs and whispers to Yuuji, “Seriously? Why is this mirror so rude? Did we personally offend it or something??”

Crowley stands speechless, his mouth hanging open in shock. After a moment, he heaves a loud sigh and shakes his head tiredly. “It’s getting late... Housewardens, please escort your new students back to the dorms.” He walks over to pick up the cage containing Grim and then points at Yuna and Yuuji, “You two, follow me. I will show you where you can sleep for the night and then in the morning we will sort out this whole mess.”

The two friends follow Crowley out of the strange mirror room and out into the night. Walking in silence, the curious looking group travels down a dark and winding road lined with apple trees. In the distance, several distinguished and academic looking buildings can be seen.

Stopping in front of a rusted gate, Crowley gestures towards the run-down building ahead of them and says, “You may stay here for tonight.”

The pair stare skeptically at the decrepit and barely standing house. Yuuji silently shoots Yuna a look of dismay. In response, she shrugs and shakes her head. Turning to Crowley, they simultaneously say, in a resigned-to-their fate kind of way, “Looks great. Thanks.”

Crowley shoves the caged Grim into Yuna’s arms and then swiftly turns on his heel to begin walking back back towards the school. Smiling pleasantly over his shoulder, he call out, “Sweet dreams then~! I’ll be back first thing in the morning!”

Yuna holds the cage over her head and shouts, “Hey! Wait a minute! You forgot your weird cat!!”

Grim stomps his paws against the bottom of the cage and yowls angrily, “I am NOT a cat!! I’m a great and powerful mage!!”

Walking a little faster, Crowley yells back, “If you would be so kind, I’d like you two to look after him for the night. Thank you very much for your assistance~!” His parting words echo out into the night air and he soon disappears from view as he practically runs down the road.

The two humans and Grim silently exchange distrustful looks. Reluctantly, Yuna and Yuuji open the worn-down and rusty looking gate and start walking towards their less-than-perfect accommodations for the night.

~ To Be Continued ~

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A/N: And that's the end of chapter one~! Now that we've got our two protagonists properly isekai'd , I can start working on the halloween fic featuring them and the first years! (rubs my hands together evilly) So Chapter 2 will probably be out after that! Thanks for reading~! <3

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[toxicbrothel]

embarrassing chores incident

WARNINGS: Body horror, protag is stick figure, NO SMUT

👩---prev

"shhh, relax, honey. does it hurt?" Lincoln looks down at me with grave concern and guilt.

I'm hyperventilating face down on the floor. "Take it out, take it out."

"I'm tryin' not to rip ya."

"you're such a fuckin neat freak you couldn't wait five seconds for me to leave before you vaccuum," I complain.

"I didn't know it was gonna --- look im real sorry." He gently tugs at my limb which does nothing to help free me.

Useless. "You're gonna have to take apart the-"

"What's goin' on in there?" Raider's voice is close outside.

Lincoln starts to move toward the door like he has a death wish.

"Stop!" I whisper. "Don't need you bleeding all over."

"Nothing," I answer raider. "Just a sec." I shoo Lincoln away toward the secret stairs.

Raider picks the lock. I can't see from where I am but react, "really dont have any boundaries do you?"

"Am I supposed to?" He asks earnestly as he lumbers toward my voice.

"Shit!" He gasps when he sees my whole lower left stick sucked into the vacuum. "That motherfucker," he mutters as he kneels. "ill deal with him later."

"Thank you. Open the--"

He rips the vacuum apart before I finish the sentence. "I've got ya, you're okay." He gently cradles my stick and wriggles the roll out from its grip. Finally, I feel free. Just a little stiff. I start to roll over on my back.

"No!-wait," he tries to stop me, but it's too late.

I can see my stick all coiled up like a purple slinky. My eyes well up in tears.

"It's okay, shh, it's okay--CARTER!!!!" He booms.

"No!!!! Are you crazy"

"He's the best one to-"

"I dont want him seeing me like this!"

Raider rolls his eyes. "It ain't gonna happen. He don't like'em this skinny."

"Oh yeah? Well he came to spank me one time and he got a boner and he let me su.." I trail off as Joel's brow furrows.

"Why'd he spank ya?"

I shake my head. "I don't remember," I lie, not wanting raider to find out about the river of dreams AU. "Oww," I fake cry to distract him. "Just put me in the bath or something."

"What, it's gonna loosen up like boiled pasta? CARTER!!!"

[atinyjules]

THE CAT FAMILY FT. DAD!JUN

Imagine the whole Wen family having cat like faces...

Enjoy🌠

Genre: Family au, fluff, crack au, established relationship, romance, humour.

Pairings: Dad!Jun x named mom!reader

Warnings: none

"Your family is bound by fate." Jun furrowed his eyebrows and turned to look at Dino with a confused face.

"What?" he asked as Dino nodded.

"Your whole family look like cats...even Iseul noona...are you guys cat hybrids who turn into cats at night?" Dino asked making me chuckle.

"Maybe...coincidently...we met through a cat." I said as Dino tilted his head.

"Cat?" he asked as I nodded.

"I never got to thank the little guy for introducing Iseul into my life...ever since that day...I began feeding strays or abandoned pets." Jun said as he smiled at the memory.

"How did the cat introduce you to noona? Did it talk?" Dino asked as Jun chuckled.

"That's absurd...the cat was injured and laid in the corner of an alleyway and when I went close to observe its wounds Iseul came and hit me with her handbag because she thought I was gonna hurt the cat." Jun said and chuckled as he looked at his now, wife Iseul helping Jieun with the cookies and cupcakes.

"Did it hurt?" Dino asked as Jun sighed.

"Her handbag was like a rock...I was scared my skull cracked." Jun said and patted Dino.

"Let's go give the girls a helping hand." Jin said and pulled Dino off from the couch and dragged him towards the backyard in order to stop talking about the precious memory he wished to remain between him and his wife.

"But I don't know how to cook!"

Flashback

Jun's

It was a cold winter night and I wanted nothing more than to go home and slip under my warm and cozy blanket. So I tried to rush home and ran past an alleyway only to come back when I heard the soft and painful meows of a cat. I entered the alleyway and followed its sound towards a garbage bin where I spotted the injured cat behind it with a scarf wrapped around it, probably to keep him warm.

"Ouch...you must've have gotten into a pretty serious accident." I mumbled to the cat and observed it's wound on his left hind leg.

"It probably hurts a lot..." I said and tried to approach it when a sharp pain in my head halted my actions.

"Oww!" I exclaimed and caught a glimpse of my attacker...a girl.

"Don't you dare hurt him!! You creep!" she exclaimed and kept hitting me as I tried to get her to stop hitting me.

"Ow-I'm not trying to hurt him! I was just worried!" I exclaimed when she suddenlďly stopped.

"Really? Oh...I'm so sorry! I thought you were trying to hurt him." she said and kneeled down, holding the xat and putting him inside the pet carrier she had.

"Is he your cat?" I asked as she shook her head.

"No...some stupid high schoolers were hurting him and throwing stones at him so I chased them away. He couldn't move so I put my scarf on him amd went to get my pet carrier...that's when I saw you and freaked out." she said and stood up.

"Where'd you get that pet carrier from though?" I asked when she smiled and motioned to the pet clinic across the street.

"That's my clinic...I'm a vet." she said making me gasp.

"Ohh...that's great then." I said when she chuckled and bowed.

"I truly am sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you. Gosh your face is bruising." she said looking at my face as I smiled and ran my fingers through the scars.

"It's nothing really..." I said making her pout slightly which made my heart rate accelerate.

"Oh! I need to tend to his wounds quickly!" she exclaimed and proceeded to rush to her clinic when I took the pet carrier from her hands.

"Let me help...I'm worried for the cat as much as you are." I said making her surprised as she opened the door and let me in. And that's how I ended up in the seats of her clinic with a cup of coffee after tending to the cat who was currently asleep, resting.

"I'm Iseul...what's your name?" she said and asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm Wen Junhui...nice to meet you." I said making her smile.

"The pleasure's mine...but are you sure your bruises are okay?" She asked making me puff my chest up.

"Wen Junhui doesn't feel pain...but lunch tomorrow afternoon at 12 would be great...that is...if you're interested." I said cringing internally at how I literally just asked her out on a date indirectly.

"That'd be great...by the way...you look alot like a cat..." she trailed making me chuckle as I pointed at her face.

"You too! I couldn't help but notice your cat eyes!" I said making her blush.

"Looks like we have something in common." she said looking away making me flustered at her reaction.

End of Flashback

A week after we had met the cat supposedly left on its own. Just like spring, the cat brought a waft of warmth and happiness into my life for which I forever will be greatful. Cat...because of you I was able to meet the love of my life and then got blessings in the form of two beautiful children...I finally had a little family of my own. A cat-like family.

"Jun! Could you please help me with the fish?" I was brought out of my thoughts by the sweet, honey like voice of my one and only wife.

"Coming!" I responded and went over to Iseul, taking the knife from her hands.

"You go, just sit back and relax. I'll do the rest...you've been helping out from before." I said making her smile as she kissed my cheek.

"It's alright...I'll go get the pan ready." she said making me shake my head.

"Nope. No...go rest or go play with Mei and Yuan." I said as we turned to look at where the kids were playing, their energy earning a look of adoration from Iseul who put her head on my shoulder.

"They look like kittens...I wonder if the cat from that day is alright." she said making me sigh in content as I wrapped my hands around her waist.

"He's probably doing cat stuff...laying on top of a roof, basking in the sunlight." I said and kissed her cheek.

"Yeah...probably...now let's get back to work or our kittens will start whining." Iseul said and smiled referring our kids as kittens.

"Of course!" I said and watched as Iseul went over to the kids and pulled them for a hug earning giggles from the two lively kids.

That's my Cat family...one I'll stick to for life.

___________________________

That's it for this one!✨

I hope you guys liked it!💗🌠

Reblogs and likes are appreciated!💗🌠

[lovelykil]

warmth!—

: ➛killua

cw; none

note; merry literal late xmas 🤗🤗🎄🎄 I'm so good with time guys I swear

the air was frosty and crisp, tiny snowflakes fell from above and crystallized on the window. It was the season for stuffy noses and chilly nights, but most importantly, a loved holiday, Christmas.

In a chilly house, there sat 3 individuals on a small couch. Their bodies clung together like glue as they shivered. Well, only two bodies seemed to be reacting to the chilling cold.

"HEY! Gon get off of me! You too Y/n!" a silverette exclaimed.

"It's so cold though!" a ravenette whined.

"but killlllllllll.." and as so a girl.

The two bodies held the silverette by the arms, trembling due to the horrendously cold weather. The cat-like eyed teen struggled to try to retrieve his arms back, pulling and pushing the two whining pricks.

You snaked your hands around the silverette's waist to get more warmth from his body, digging your face into his warm firm chest. The boy froze, his face turning pink.

"You're so warm.. please it's freaking cold outside." You argued as your brows bent. This was usual behavior from him, not wanting to touch and all but it was cold as fuck, and you thought maybe your boyfriend would be maybe a LITTLE nice, but apparently not !!

His tsundere self refused to lay a hand on you cause it was too "embarrassing" for him.

but secretly he wanted to.

of course he didn't tell you that.

"Go get a blanket or something.. and you Gon—" Killua rudely suggested his words were reflecting off his mental state right now.

and he was sure as hell nervous, he felt those annoying butterflies tackle his stomach when you wrapped your hands around his waist.

"LET GO OF MY ARM"

"But killua!"

"NO"

"BUT—"

"NO." Killua finally retrieved his arm and quickly pushed Gon away by his face, the boy fell back on the couch but soon rose with a pout.

"Fine I'll go grab a blanket."

"While you're at grab this one another too.." kil looked over at you, a noticeable blush painted on his pale face. You looked at him, blew raspberries with your tongue, and quickly proceeded to stuff your face back into his chest.

His eyes shut, that blush spreading and those butterflies growing more. His hands fold into a fist, trying to remain calm but holy shit

"I don't know why you can't just hold me, you know I get cold fast." You muttered. Your voice was low, filled with slight annoyance yet sorrow. You loved his touch even though he barely gave you it.

he faltered for a moment, about to say another rude, sarcastic comment but he felt your arms loosen around him. You distanced yourself from him with an obvious hurt expression. You couldn't help but sigh and cross your arms.

He observed you, his eyes slightly open fom how you reacted to his previous actions. Did you really want him to hold you? Was it really that big of a deal?

To be fair he did miss your hands around him, which he hated, and wanted to say something rude but.. he didn't.

well a little

"jeez girls are so emotional.."

"what." You look over at him, with your brow arched. That offended look plastered on your face made him snicker, slowly bringing you back next to his warm body.

"you're soo annoying you know" He brushes his lips against your cheek. Your offended expression quickly turned to a soft relieved one. Clinging back on him in no time.

Suddenly you didn't feel to throw hands anymore.

"oh my gosh you're so warmm, but also fuck you" you hug him tightly with a smile. He grabs the remote and hits you on the head, not too harshly but enough for you to react.

"OWW WHAT WAS THAT FOR"

"Okay now I feel better"

"WHAT"

"anyway come back to me, pleasee?" He pleads, his arms are held out for you to join him once again. You rub your head, giving the boy the death stare but you can't help but not deny his pretty face.

"you're so lucky you're pretty." You climb into his arms, getting cozy in his warm embrace.

he wraps his arms around you, his fingers find themselves twirling your hair.

"you're so obsessed with me" He smirks

you roll your eyes, this time you were blushing. "shut the hell up loser."

he smiles at your response, playing with your hair some more as you grow comfortable on him. Gon soon quickly came into the living room with the blankets, he jumped onto the couch and exclaimed.

"Got the blankets! Now what Christmas movie are we gonna watch? Can we watch 'the elf movie'!!" His eyes sparkled in excitement, looking over at the both of you.

You in his arms, clinging onto him. Him messing with your hair with his arm around you, and the both of you wide-eyed looking at Gon.

"UH YEAH LET'S WATCH THAT—" Killua spent no time pushing you away as his face grew hot and red. You fell on the floor with a yelp.

"KILLUA WHAT THE HELL"

"SHUT UP IDIOT."

[writerwrightlegend]

Twelve Days to Christmas(Day 7):Hot Chocolate by a Campfire.

Summary:Techno enjoys some hot chocolate by a fire after his sudden transformation by Dr. Regal.

Techno stared at his new transformation in the mirror. It had been a little while since he was forcefully transformed by Dr. Regal. He red and white steaks in his hair. His skin was paler and his eyes were red. He wore a dark purple jacket, black pants, and purple boots and black soles. Around his wrists were a pair of silver bracers with blue energy glowing through it. Attached to the bracers are chains that are hanging from the attachment of the bracers. He was surrounded by a dark aura and had a blue flame following him.

"*sighs* I look like a freak."

Techno groaned at his new appearance. He didn't know why Dr. Regal was so set of making him a part of his group.

"I hope Metto is okay and that Rock got my message... Gnh!"

Techno leaned against the wall as his legs gave out on him. His body was still exhausted from the transformation.

"Oww... God, that hurts... Come on, get up..."

Techno pushed himself up as the pain went through his body.

"Gnh..."

"Umbra!"

"*sighs* Coming!"

Techno groaned as he heard Dr. Regal call him. He hated the name that Regal gave him. He chose to ignore it as he approached the room.

"You need something?"

He said, trying to ignore the pain coursing through his body.

"Yes, I need your P.E.T..."

"And what if I don't give it to you?"

"Then, we're going to have a bit of a problem, now give me that P.E.T."

Techno reached into his pocket and searched through each one.

"Odd... It's not here."

"Not there? Check the jacket that you came here with!"

Techno grabbed the jacket from Regal and checked it. He still couldn't find his P.E.T.

"I could've sworn I put it in here..."

"Hmm... Well, it seems you dropped it at your previous location before coming here. No matter, I'll simply send some of men to collect it."

"Is that all you needed?"

"For now, yes... You're dismissed."

Techno nodded and walked back to his room. He sat down in the chair, trembling in pain and exhausted.

"Ugh... Everything hurts..."

He buried his face in his hands as he felt his body twitching. Suddenly, he felt something gently rub up against his hand. He slowly looked up to see the little blue flame holding up a canteen of hot chocolate.

"Is... Is that for me?"

Techno reluctantly grabbed the canteen and slowly began drinking the hot chocolate as he felt a blanket being wrapped around his body. He glanced down to see another blue flame moving the blanket over him.

"What- There's another one?"

He glanced over to the right where the fireplace was. He didn't remember it being lit. A large blue flame engulfed the wood, bringing a warm light into the room.

"Hmm... You know, this might not be so bad... I wouldn't mind keeping you guys around."

He said as the flamed orbs danced around him. He took another sip of his drink.

"Yeah, maybe I can make this work... Once the pain wears off, then I can see what exactly I can do in this form and maybe... I can break myself out of this prison... That is, unless Rock comes to get me..."

Techno sighed again before drinking his hot chocolate once more.

"All of that can wait... I need to give my body time to adjust..."

As he finished drinking the hot chocolate and set the canteen down on the fireplace's edge before falling asleep in the chair. The last thing he sees is the flames continuing to dance around him. He could've sworn that he heard them chanting something in his ears.

"You're the Messiah!"

He heard the phrase over and over again in the back of his mind as he slept.

"Yes... I'm the Messiah... This world will... bow before me..."

He muttered in his sleep, unaware that the dark power had already gotten a grip on his mind and was manipulating him. In the back of his mind, he could only hope that Rock would save him before he got corrupted by the dark power completely.

[sicksucculentz]

Pest is having a massive anger fueled freak out. Yelling, wildly gesturing, chittering, cussing, pushing and shoving people. He’s been having a shitty month and something sent him over the edge. Mark starts trying hold Pest’s arms down so he’ll stop pushing people.

Pest: “LET GO!!! GET OFF ME NOW!!! ILL TEAR THIS ELEVATOR APART!”

Mark: “STOP IT PEST!! STOP!! YOUR OUT OF CONTROL!!”

Pest suddenly tenses up.

Pest: “OWW!!”

Thinking Mark just accidentally hurt Pest he lets Pest go. Pest turns around to face DrRETRO behind him and theres a needle sticking out of the back of his upper arm.

Pest: “what did you do!?… what did….I feel funny”

His anger is falling and he’s starting to wobble on his feet. He slumps backwards and Mark catches him so he dosent crack his head off the floor. Pest is completely limp but still breathing. He’s at least semi conscious but half lidded in the eyes and starting to drool on himself.

Mark: “DR!!….what did you just do to him!?”

DrRETRO: “just a simple cocktail of medications I found sedates people like a champ! It’s one of Bive’s doses so it’s pretty strong, it’s all I had. I was worried he was going to start swinging”

Mark: “…..your a scary woman you know that?”

[graces-mindscape]

UnderInfection Prologue Ch. 2; The Cave pt 1

"It's ok!" he called back, "I'm alright!"

Conner stood up and brushed himself off, quickly running a hand through his long, chocolate-colored hair. Having just fallen about nine or ten feet, he was lucky to have slid on some dirt that helped cushion his fall. Verdana leaned over the edge, looking down at him. Just as she was about to say something, she let out a yip as the ground caved under her, causing her to fall in with him, and land right on her pelvis.

"Ow! My coccyx." she exclaimed rubbing her back.

"Are all skeletons that specific?" Conner laughed as he helped her up.

"It's not that weird" she said taking his hand and dusting off her shirt, "it's like when a human says "ouch! My back' or whatever you all say."

"Like when you hit your hand and go 'oww my calves!'" Conner said jokingly, pretending to hurt his hand, giving the wrong term on purpose.

Verdana giggled. "Yeah!"

Conner rolled his eyes with a smirk, clearly she didn't get the joke.

"Nnnrg, where are we?' Verdana rubbed her skull a bit as she looked around the hole. It seemed way to deep to crawl out of, and to make matters worse the "walls" seemed to be loose dirt and sand, making any attempt out impossible.

"Not sure" Conner responded, also looking around. Suddenly, his gaze landed on a strange plant up against one of the newly formed walls. The plant seemed just about half his size when he walked up to it. "Woaaahhhh, check this out!" he kneeled beside the plant to examine it. It was bulbous in shape and came up to a point near the top; what made Conner even more interested were the colors. The plant was grey, at least at its base. It had pitch black splotches and red speckles all over it with a black tip and red leaves to match.

"Wow, look at this thing!" he exclaimed, grabbing a stick.

"Conner? Do you really think you should be-" before Verdana could finish her sentence, Conner poked the plant with the branch he found. Almost immediately, the plant shot out a large cloud of spores. Conner tried his best to cover his face with his elbow, but not before breathing in some of the fumes. He coughed as he fanned the spores away.

"See? I knew you shouldn't have messed with it!" Verdana exclaimed with a worried tone.

"Hey don't worry, I'm ok." Conner grinned as the cloud subsided, sounding a little breathy. As he began to stand up, he felt a sudden wave of dizziness come over him causing him to stumble back a bit. He of course caught himself, but he decided he wouldn't tell Verdana. The last thing he wanted was her freaking out about him.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Verdana moaned

"Can't skeletons teleport?" Conner asked.

"Well yeah, but I haven't gotten much of a handle on it yet. It takes a lot of my magic and I can only do it about twice a day"

Conner groaned at the fact. He decided to look around one more time.

"Look! Over there!" he pointed to what seemed to be some sort of cave opening near where the plant was. "Looks like some kind of opening, it could be a way out!"

"Are you sure Conner? What if it only leads deeper into the mountain..." Verdana looked at the cave anxiously.

"Hey, it's ok. Besides, if it doesn't go anywhere, we can just come back and wait until your magic comes back, right?" he shot her a confident, reassuring smile.

She looked at the cave, still nervous, then looked at him,eventually returning the smile.

"Alright... let's go!"

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Read the beginning here

Soooooo it's been awhile! I've honestly been putting off posting the next segment because I told myself I was going to draw panels for it, buuuuuut I'm a lot better at writing than drawing comics so the entire time I was just too intimidated and demotivated so I never posted despite having it already written.

So! I'm going to post it anyway, but this time in two segments! I'll post the next part next week and trust me, that's when things start to really get interesting. 0-0

Stay tuned and enjoy!

Underinfection by me ^^

[nectaric]

@maramcna asked: wounded- either one of her kids or zeus she said let me take care of someone I love

[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds

hermes was definitely not panicking. and if anyone said otherwise, he'd stab them with the bone currently sticking out of his leg. that said, he did feel great relief when hera arrived. not because he was panicking, but because this shit really hurt and he certainly wasn't making it to an infirmary on his own in this state. uneven ground was dangerous running at regular speeds - when hermes went turbo, it became downright lethal. gods were tough, but even he had his limits.

hence the broken leg, and the ichor oozing from a wound where bone protruded from skin. hermes watched with wide eyes as hera knelt to inspect his wound, wiping away the blood. his pulse seemed to be racing faster than his own top speeds, and for some funny reason he couldn't seem to catch his breath.

"i fell in a hole," hermes blubbered, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. "fuck, this sucks. how did you find me? are there doctors coming? not that i don't trust your abilities, but this looks pretty rough and i can't afford to walk with a limp, you know? is it - is it supposed to hurt this badly? i don't get injured. can't stand it, have sworn off it mostly. i - oww, ow! gods, am i gonna die? don't answer that."

he sucked in a breath, hyperventilating. okay, maybe he was panicking. hera's presence was helping though, however miniscule that might have been. another stab of pain travelled from his leg, and hermes instinctively reached for his step-mother's arm, squeezing it tight.

"shit, sorry, agh..." he groaned, wincing. "i'm freaking out. gods, hera, i'm freaking out."

[speedychildnight]

FOREVER MINE

Wattpad ID- @Lil_cutie2005

Tropes :

Childhood love

Grumpy X Talkative

Slow burn ❤️‍🔥

Chapter 4

Yn: What's your problem?

???: My problem?...You know Yn this Minha has only one problem and that is you. Stay away from my Jungkook.

Yn: Your Jungkook?

Minha: Yeah mine. He is only mine.

Yn: Did he tell you that?

You gave her a tight smile.

Minha: Don't give me that look Yn. Don't think that he likes or loves you. Cause if he then till now he will confess after all you both are childhood sweethearts.

Yn: What do you mean Minha?

Minha: Oww my cutie pie didn't get it. So listen girl. Did Jungkook ever say I like you or love you? Did he ever pay attention to you when you claimed him as yours in front of his fangirls? Do you remember one day he told you to not create a scene? If he really likes or loves you he will never tell you this kind of thing. You little piece of sh*t think about it.

He said all this to you and went from there while not forgetting to bump your shoulder with her legs.

Meanwhile, you were thinking her words. It's true that what she said....but really Jungkook don't like you? You were thinking this suddenly someone rushed to you.

???: YN!!!! Why are you sitting on the floor? Who bullied you?

Suddenly you get back your senses.

Yn: No one Jungkook I...my leg just slipped. Nothing much. Let's go.

He helped you to stand up.

Jungkook: Did you get hurt anywhere??

Yn: Nope I am totally fine Jungkook. Let's go.

Jungkook: Stop!!

Yn: What?!?

Jungkook: Ynieee are you upset with me?

Yn: Nope.

Jungkook: ok let's go.

Then you both headed towards home. The whole way you were walking silently which didn't go unnoticed by Jungkook. He noticed your every behaviour. How you were lost in some thoughts 💭.

Jungkook: Why is my chatterbox silent today? What happened to her? By any chance did I make any mistake?

Yn: Yeah! Jeon freaking kook I am not chatter box. And nothing happened to me.

Jungkook: Then why....ok leave it.... let's go home. I will cook today.

Yn: Okiee. Let's go.

For some time you shuggered those thoughts. At night you cuddled with Jungkook while watching some movies. Then drifted into sleep.

From the next day onwards you both started preparing as you planned and also went to school.

Days went like usual. But you were not fine. Day by day you became silent. And the reason is Minha. She every day told you something that you start to think about those things.

Jungkook got suspicious about you but never asked cause he respects your privacy. Cause he believes that if something happens you will surely tell him.

One fine day....

Yn: Oh gosh I can't take anymore.

Suddenly someone spoke from behind....

???: What you can't take dear? The truth?

Yn: Minha? What do you want now?

You asked coldly.

Minha: Omo omo look who is showing off attitude...

She told her minions and everyone laughed.

You got up from there and went.

While returning home you grabbed Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook: What? Do you want ice cream? So sorry but our exam is too near I can't give you.

Yn: No Jungkook I wanna talk.

You told me seriously. And Jungkook noticed the seriousness.

Jungkook: What happened Yn? Are you okay?

He asked with concern.

Yn: I wanna tell you something but promise me that you won't overreact and won't break our friendship.

Jungkook: What are you talking about Ynieee why will I break our friendship? We are bff from our diapers. Wait did something happen seriously? Don't scare me.

Yn: I love you Jungkook.

Finally, you let it out.

Jungkook: Yeah I love you too. Now tell me what happened? Did someone bully you?

He cupped your cheeks.

Yn: No Jungkook I love you as a woman loves a man. Like eomma love appa.

Jungkook just stared at your eyes. And this is the first time you can't read his eyes. And fear rushed in you.

Yn: Kook I didn't lose you right?

Jungkook: Yn let's talk about it after our university entrance exam.

He didn't show any expression.

Yn(in thought): Did I just lose him?

[nonsensegnomes]

okay so i for one am actually happy we're getting mjf & max caster onscreen interactions bc now i can pitch my better version of a feud where they have dykedrama promos on the level of that scene at the end of bodies bodies bodies

ahem. like so:

you hate max (caster) . No i dont. yeah . u despise him u complain constantly about how vapid and annoying he is. You hate him. it’s pitiful , how u wont stop making fun of his stupid little soundcloud raps. Let Him Have The Soundcloud Career. i don’t know what ur talking about. U hate listen. To his soundcloud. wait…. what???? and u made us swear on our lives not to tell anyone. Max is that true??? i like your raps max :) what is ur music about ? getting dunked on by your smartest and funniest friend . (mjf groans) Did you just…. Groan??? no. when i said “getting dunked on by your smartest and funniest friend” 🙄 oh my god LIKE THAT. LIKE thAT Fuck! YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN. NO I DIDNT. First of all, A DISS TRACK TAKES A LOT OF WORK OK . you have to make up the beats u have to research people on cagematch and and and you Build a following IT TAKES A LONG FUCKING TIME .AND IVE BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR A WHILE OKAY . and then… let me say THAT NOBODYLIKESYOU. OKAY. NOOOOOOOOOBODY LIKES YOU NOBODY LIKES YOU do you know when ur drunk and u cry to me “Ohhhh im afraid nobody likes me coz im mean and a bitch and i suck!” well you do OKAY you fucking Suckk and i only hang out with u out of pity and the suffocating weight of our shared history And That is all… ANDDDDD youre just sooooo in love with your "SALT of the earth" narrative like ur the only fucking person in the world who comes from money , You know what??? Ur parents. are Upper. Middle. Class. no theyre not. max…. they are. They own. a bagel company. it’s paleo . Oh… my god OH MY GOD i mean. no wonder everyone leaves you… Who could date a fucking Xerox Machine with a superiority complex . its like. you’re such a BIT- (GUNSHOT) OWW. What the fuck??? what the Fuck maxwell??? oh my god ARE U SERIOUS?? Did u just fuckinf shoot me??? No. U FUCKJGN SHOT MEEE . WITH A GUNNN!!!!!! [A/N: this is the hot new way of saying someone betrayed you via bang bang gang teamup, which has caught on company-wide by this point in the storyline. mjf has made the crowd chant "gun control" at least once bc i am crafting a brighter timeline where he uses his powers for good <3] No i didnt shoot u :( YOU FUCKING MURDERED THEM U FREAK . UR THE MURDERERRRRRRRR I KNEW JT I KNEW IT . YOURESUCH A BITCH UR SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i didnt murder anybody:( YES YOU DID. MAX put the gun down IVE NEVER BEEN SHOT BEFOREEEEE IT REALLY FUCKING HURTS

[peaky-shelby]

Ugh I told you I apologize for the novels in response to your chapters….but I’m not sorry at all lmao. ILYSM!! (Sorry I’m so late to the party…grad school kicked my ass this week so I’m just getting reading) Here we go!

Starting tense with her slipping away without a word. I say tense, not negatively. how you described it as if the moment was made of glass and the slightest sound would break it. It’s painful and beautiful. Girl the fucking way you write Neymar absolutely destroys me. AND THIS IS GOING BACK TO DEFINE ME NEY OKAY. (He holds a special place in my heart) I just…this guy is like a kicked puppy

 He nodded “JW gonna write about this, hm?” he poked her nose. His eyes half open. She took hold of his hand.“JW won’t be writing about anything for a while.” “I missed the penalty.” She shook her head “is that why you’re like this?” 

What the fuck bro. I know its a Kylian story and I love it, but ney…my poor ney...he needs something good in his life here okay. 

Okay back to business. I love how Kylian is taking care of Taylor while she’s taking care of ney. And shout out ney to figuring them out with no help. Like that just goes to show how fucking observant he is, which also speaks to the relationship he has with the two of them. Even while drunk off his ass. smart boy lol.

Alright this is now just becoming an “I love ney and all I want to do is hug this kid to make him feel better” rant. This also just makes me feel so happy about how far their relationship has come since ney found out Taylor was JW. How painfully hurt he was back then, and now he’s throwing it back in her face without any malice towards her. Their friendship is so much stronger and I love how Taylor knows exactly what conversation she needs to have with him. And TAYLOR SAME GIRL PRETENDING NOT TO KNOW WHAT HES THINKING SO IT DOESN’T MAKE IT REAL LMAO. GIRL SAME. 

Back with Taylor and Kylian. I just….AH the chemistry they have is intoxicating to read. I’m fucking weak over it. Small spaces, especially airplane bathrooms, the TENSION. I love that they’ve gone from genuine arguing and frustration to straight up just flirting and being cute. “She grinned, slapping his hand off her ass. Her shoulder bumped on his as she finally walked passed him. Proud of herself for his reaction. He bit on his tongue, twisting it in between his lips.” SO FUCKING CUTE. I have no words for when he sits down next to her. Like going from heated, to making me squeal from cuteness as they hold hands underneath the blanket. It's just so sweet I want to cry because they’re so good for each other.

Him pleading with Taylor to come to him when she’s freaking out about the meeting with Galtier has me in a puddle. Taylor is a better woman than i am because how the fuck did she not fold immediately when he’s practically begging her to come to him…AND THEN THE MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO ACTUALLY SHOW UP WITH FUCKING CAT FOOD?! the whole following sequence is just perfect. So romantic, and hot, and I just wanna die. I MEAN “Hoped she could stay down this rabbit hole with him for the rest of her life.” AND THEN GET SLAPPED WITH “She never minded being on her own but this… this felt nice too.” BRUUUUUHHHHHH. I love that they see each other in the morning, it just makes it so real to me and I’m obsessed with them. Their morning is so domestic and her giving him her keys. R.I.P. me. 

GO TAYLOR FOR GETTING THE FULL TIME POSITION. I’m so proud of her she so deserves it with everything she’s been through. I love that there’s finally the post sex talk and it’s absolutely adorable. Her finally opening up and you can see her walls crumbling because of how annoying persistent Kylian is. Her finally admitting how scared she is of the entire situation is so fucking relatable. 

YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO ABSOLUTELY KILL ME WITH A SINGLE GOD DAMN SENTENCE. THAT LAST LINE. WHAT THE FUCK OWW. Cannot wait to ch 11 k ilysm byyeeee 😘

NEVER APOLOGIZE

Texts like this the reason i write and i love you so much for taking the time there is no greater gift. I've reread this 5 times because oh my god i love it 😭 i can't wait to hear your thoughts on ch11.

Also define me ney and this ney are basically the same and I've thought of Gabriella doing a cameo multiple times but I'm scared people will be confused ughh😭

[psychologeek]

my fav previous tags - undercut:

[ID for screen reader]

@oh-thegodshateme

#i think cap would still breath and blink out of habit BUT sometimes he will just stop doing either of them out of the blue

#billy got distracted and just forgot as people do except bc he doesnt need to do either he goes much longer than normal b4 he begins again

#it never fails to freak leaguers out the first few times they see it happen

#like a robot forgetting its supposed to be undercover as a human. v unsettling View post

 @drchai

#pokes Shazam with a stick

#Shazam: oww!

#‘how can that hurt you don’t have NERVES!’

#also you’re invulnerable? #Shazam: oh yeah I forgot

#I want to study him as a concept so much

#has he been colonized by bacteria like the rest of us?

#if you took a swab of his mouth would it just not grow anything?

#he clearly doesn’t have an immune system right? is he just invulnerable to bacteria and viruses

#like they can’t grow on him?  #does he have lungs?  #I feel like he would

#but like it’s just moving air for him #there’s no pulmonary artery or exchange of gases?

#wait does this mean Shazam can indefinitely hold his breath underwater?

#and like he can never use the I need to use the bathroom excuse right

#he’ll say that and Superman will be all ‘you don’t have any kidneys’ ‘Oh my gosh you don’t have any kidneys!’#I have so many questions and none of them make sense

 @penny-anna

#im into the 'captain marvel looks like everyone's dad' hc #imagine the cognitive dissonance of getting intense dad vibes from cap while also knowing he's like 12

  @robbed-ghost

#I like 2 believe Constantine and zatanna are his magical babysitters constantly keeping up with spells that will make him seem less uncanny

#Billy failed biology au #writing inspo #oh MAN the body horror fics I could write of this

#him looking like everyone’s dad and having maximum charisma but no one wants to date him is the best

 @ichbineinlesbisch

#a bunch of Actual Adults in the league: Shazam you kind of remind me of my dad :')

#Billy; A Child: uh

 @redrobin-detective

#yessss#love the dad thing#marvel looks like family in the weirdest way even if no features align#people will be like oh yeah he’s handsome#but like in the way your dad or brother looks good#people want to simp him but it feels wrong#the dichotomy of feeling warm and safe and like family while also toeing the edge of uncanny valley is great#like this dude is in no way a human person but he still reminds me of my younger brother

  @bilbosama

#dc comics#shazam#body horror#would some of this leak onto billy too#like you look at him and you see A Child#like he is very Child Shaped and there's something off about that but you're not sure what#nobody knows who or what billy/captain marvel is but they sure know billy/captain marvel

 @who-hasnt-died

#billy doent know anyhting about anatomy he dropped out in like 4th grade

 @notthewriteryourelookingfor

#wheres ur blood?#yes i have blood#but where is it?#.... have u met my tiger?

 @megamindsupremacy

#billy is just a Little Too Perfect#but not in an unnerving way like Superman sometimes is#he’s just Built Different (good)

  @foiblepnoteworthy

#billy w no organs be like: *gets poisoned and doesn't get affected until someone tells him hes been poisoned*#*at which point the effects become like way more severe than the poison would be*#billy: tocix gas! ahh!#*pauses to see how the others react before he does anything*

 @apollo18

#Superman has this very one person game that’s just called ‘what internal organs and bones does Capt Marvel have today?’

#he used his x ray vision and just like… watches cap’s organs float around like a lava lamp

#it’s morbidly facinating and he has no idea how to tell Marvel he knows he’s probably not human bc he likes watching his bones change shape

 @tryingahandinholdingapen

#pokes Shazam with a stick#Shazam: oww!#‘how can that hurt you don’t have NERVES!’#also you’re invulnerable?#Shazam: oh yeah I forgot#I want to study him as a concept so much#has he been colonized by bacteria like the rest of us?#if you took a swab of his mouth would it just not grow anything?#he clearly doesn’t have an immune system right? is he just invulnerable to bacteria and viruses#like they can’t grow on him?#does he have lungs?#I feel like he would#but like it’s just moving air for him#there’s no pulmonary artery or exchange of gases?#wait does this mean Shazam can indefinitely hold his breath underwater?#and like he can never use the I need to use the bathroom excuse right#he’ll say that and Superman will be all ‘you don’t have any kidneys’ ‘Oh my gosh you don’t have any kidneys!’#I have so many questions and none of them make sense View post

 @gatorinator

#the league thinks he’s using foreign alien terms cuz this guy clearly isn’t from earth he doesn’t know how to pay taxes#Superman: ‘this villains gonna be a tough one’#Shazam: ‘No cap?’#superman: . . .#batman knows Shazam is a child bc his kids speak exactly the same.

@interests-with-no-outlets

#clark: also why are you missing so many bones????#you only have like 50 excluding your spinal column. how are you walking??#shazam: am.... am i supposed to have more#clark: YES YOUR HANDS LOOK LIKE SQUARES WITH NEEDLES AND YOUR FEET ARE WORSE#BONES DONT DO THAT SHAZAM#shazam:..... oh

 @stackthedeck

#when you're a child your idea of an adult is your dad#and when you're a child your idea of your dad is a ken doll#like yes your father had to at some point but no he didn't#a 12 year old's idea of an adult is a ken doll#wait shazam is literally a kid playing superheroes 

Jumping on the ‘Slightly-off’ Shazam/Captain Marvel bandwagon.

- Captain Marvel never really breathes nor blinks, due to the Stamina of atlas.

- DNA? Shazam’s never heard of him.

- His skin is always room temperature, and feels like touching marble.

- It’s hard to describe his appearance, but people usually say Shazam reminds them of their father -Despite them often having no features in common.

- Looks too perfect. No blemishes on his skin, no scars, not even a hair out of place.

- Supposedly has a talking tiger?

- Based on appearance, at least one of the Leaguers would have a crush on him -but no one does? They can’t really explain it, but wanting to have a relationship with him is just wrong.