#removing the head. the brain. the face and putting your own in its place

[mandiemegatron]

ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ

ʀᴏʀᴏɴᴏᴀ ᴢᴏʀᴏ x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ ; ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄʟᴀʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴀᴜᴅɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ. ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ/ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀᴋᴀ ᴢᴏʀᴏ ꜱᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ~( ˘▾˘~) ᡣ𐭩

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ᵍʰᵒˢᵗ ⁻ ᵍᵘⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵍˡᵒᵛᵉ

1:49 ───ㅇ─────── 4:22

ᵉᵐᵉʳᵍᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁻ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ ᵗᵒᵏᵉⁿ

1:09 ──ㅇ────────── 6:26

You didn't mean for it to happen this way.

You'd wanted to be sober, to remember every touch, every breath, every sound that you'd pull from him as he gave you everything you asked -

You woke first, body aching and mind blurry. As you took a deep breath, your senses took in something unfamiliar to your morning routine, but the second your brain could place the scent, you froze.

Pressed against your very naked back was an equally naked chest, made of pure muscle and smelling like musk and metal. With a strong arm locked tightly around your middle, you were barely able to wiggle your hips and you froze again as the arm tightened its grip around you. Your inner thighs and cunt felt slick and sticky, proving to your now waking mind that last night was not an intense dream.

Warm lips pressed to the back of your shoulder, stealing your thoughts as a groggy voice groaned softly in your ear, “G'mornin’ pretty.”

Your heart soared at hearing those words and your anxiety began to settle, no longer worried that the moment you shared and couldn't remember wasn't consensual. One of your hands roamed over the thick forearm, nails gently tracing small sigils into his skin as you leaned back slightly with a soft reply of, “Hi handsome.”

There's a pleased rumble from the chest that vibrates against your back. “How're you feelin’?”

Your silence immediately worries him.

Gently removing his arm from your waist, he moves back enough to push you onto your back. One grey eye stares you down, an expanse of moss green in your vision as he asks a little harder, “You alright?”

You try to give him a smile but he sees right through it, continuing to stare you down until his brows furrow as he mentally puts the pieces together.

“You're upset about last night.”

You huff slightly through your nose as your head moves to look just past his face, but he turns your chin with warm fingers and forces you to look back up at him.

“... are you disappointed?” You whisper timidly, causing Zoro to give a snicker with a shake of his head, a small smirk on his lips as he jokes lightly,

“You think I'd be here right now if I was disappointed?”

Your lips press into a fine line as you take his words at face value and accept them as truth. You then give a slight shrug, hiding a small smile as you murmur half-heartedly, “I ‘unno…”

Zoro blinks a few times, an unimpressed downturn on his lips causing you to give a cheeky giggle as your hands slide behind his neck, your fingers dancing through his short hair lovingly as you finally admit the truth.

“I just… wanted to remember, ya know? Our first time…” your words fall off slightly as an almost depressed look slowly washes over your face.

Zoro gives a soft tsk before leaning down and captures your lips with his, his hand leaving your chin to roam down your side comfortingly. Your eyes slip shut as you kiss him back, sighing softly while you give in to his adoration. It's not long before he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours as his eye bores into your own, his gaze sending shivers over your entire body as he murmurs,

“We can recreate it, right now, if you're up for it.”

A clear sparkle in your eyes gives Zoro the answer he's looking for as he shuffles his body between your legs, his large, warm hands caressing over your thighs as he lifts your legs to wrap around his waist. You feel his cock grow against your core as he leans down to kiss you, your soft and inviting lips tainting his restrain, just as they did last night.

Zoro held an immense amount of pride on how he conducted himself. He trained religiously, drank just as hard and loved just as thoroughly. Every inch of your skin was blessed with his touch, your entire body lit on fire as he made love to even the unloved pieces of you. There wasn't a single thought that ran through your head that didn't get overridden by how he loved you.

One of his hands moved under your head, thick fingers gripping around your hair and tugging back until your throat was bared to him. A low, gratified grumble reverberates through his chest as he leans down to lick a long stripe from your between your breasts all the way to the underside of your chin before his teeth nip at a few spots on your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave proof of his devotion of you.

He smirked to himself knowing the curly-brow chef would have a minor heart attack at seeing them.

His cock slides against your slick entrance, his fat tip teasing your clit to the point you whine softly as beg, “Please, Zo…”

Zoro stops moving, looking down at you with this intense gaze that has you wanting to melt into the bed under you. He blinks slowly as his hand leaves your hair, tilting his head slightly before he gives a small huff, seeming unsure of himself for a moment.

You gather his face in your palms as you call his name softly. He just stares, the look in his eye falling dark as he barely gets out,

“Never beg me.”

Your brows furrow in confusion but before you could even ask, he continues in a thick voice,

“Not you. Never you.” He bends down again, pressing a heavy and sloppy kiss to your lips as if solidifying his words. “You never have to beg me for anything. Never.”

You stare back, still holding his face as a warm shiver roams your body at his words. You go to reply but he cuts you off again, though more from how his cock finally slides through your folds, settling inside your gooey warmth.

“I love you.” He nips at your neck again, words still barely spoken. “And you love me.” His hips slowly move, his cock barely leaving you before he thrusts back into you, pulling a shuddered moan from your lips. “Which means you never have to beg me for anything. So don't ever try to again.”

Before you could even register his words, he thrusts into you a few times, causing your eyes to roll back as your spine arches, your soft chest pressing up into one made of pure muscle. His hand moves under you, his palm pressed against your back and keeping you to him as he shoves his face into the space between your neck and shoulder. He inhales deeply as his hips pick up their pace, almost drunk on the scent of your sweat, pleasure and just simply you.

He felt addicted, like his whole life was turned upside down and inside out when he was with you, no matter if he was training with you, eating beside you or napping with you. You consumed him from the inside out and at first it infuriated him, your voice and the soft scent of your favourite perfume overwhelming his senses to the point he couldn't shut his eyes without seeing you. And now that he had you, his addiction rose tenfold, only satisfied when he ruined you and filled you with himself to the point he was unsure of where you began and he ended.

A rough thumbpad met your clit and you felt the knot in your lower belly grow, your breathing heavy and staggered as your hands moved to Zoro’s back, nails digging into his tanned flesh and leaving angry, red lines in their wake. The action only pulled a possessive groan from your lover, his mouth latching on a large portion of the side of your throat with a heavy suck as his hand moved from your clit to cup a breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing and pulling at your nipple.

Your moans cracked as you whimpered Zoro's name, clinging tightly to him as you breathed, “I-I’m so close,” and you could feel the grin Zoro gave against your skin as he grunted, “Give it t’ me, pretty.”

A few rough thrusts and a pinch on your nipple sent you over the edge, crying a little too loud as he pushed you over the edge, stealing all the breath from your lungs as pure euphoria settled into your bones. You grip him a little tighter as his own turns firm, his hand leaving your breast to grasp around your thigh, keeping it around his hip as he finally chases his own high.

It's not long till he pulls back, ripping himself out of you and furiously fisting himself over your mound. He grunts with a heavy curse as he spills his seed over your flesh, covering you in thick spurts. After a few seconds, he chuckles out a huff with a slight grin, clearly enjoying seeing you covered in his cum a little too much.

His hips twitch slightly as he pulls every drop from his cock and slathering it onto your inner thighs and the outside of your cunt with absolutely zero shame. That small grin on Zoro's face turns a little wider, a strange twinkle in his eye as he commits the image before him to memory.

“S’ pretty…” he mumbles, mostly to himself, as his hand lets your leg fall, his slightly sweaty palm rubbing the aching flesh of your thigh. You're unable to hide the blush that ravages your entire face, simply watching your protector and lover with a similar gaze, adoring and appreciative all in the same.

“So?” He asked after a moment, his eye meeting yours. You raise an eyebrow with a slight, teasing smirk.

“Hmm?”

Zoro rolls his eye and pinches the fat of your thigh, pulling an indignant squeak out of you. He snickers as you give an annoyed huff at him, reaching out and pinching his nipple in return. He jumps slightly, swatting at your hand with a grumbled, “Oi!”

After a few moments of giggling, he leans over you, both hands on either side of you head as he asks a little harder this time, “So, was that little recreation good enough for ya or do you need another reminder of how good last night felt?”

You grin in response, genuinely as your hands hold his cheeks again, this time pulling him in for a deep kiss. He gave a pleased hum against your lips, returning the kiss, knowing your wordless answer was more than enough for him.

After some time, he pulled away with a sigh and let his body lay on top of yours, yawning loudly in your ear which caused you to grimace slightly. You then gave a choked cough as he crushed you, patting his back with a strangled, “Z-Zo, get o-off!”

He sighed again, this one more playfully irritated as he rolled onto his back, pulling you to his front and clinging with another yawn. “Nap time,” he tiredly demanded, ignoring the way you tried to push yourself off him.

“Zoro, I need to shower, I can't sleep like this-”

“You'll be fine.”

You grimace again at the thought of sleeping sticky, cum-covered and sweaty for another X amount of hours.

“Zoro, please.”

Zoro's eye slowly cracks open and stares at you for a moment before it rolls again, his arms slacking as you finally push up and off his own slick body. You glance down at his body with a comment of,

“... you should shower too.”

Zoro huffs, putting an arm behind his head with a too honest reply of,

“I showered three days ago, I'll be fine.”

A deep frown came over your face as you tried to bargain with him, almost desperate as you offered,

“Shower with me.”

Zoro didn't move for a moment, contemplating your words until he silently rose, picking up his discarded clothes and a towel off a chair near his bed before heading to the door.

You blinked a few times, almost impressed with yourself for getting him to join you. You quickly threw on your sun dress from last night, sans undies and bra and followed behind him, promising to meet him in the showers after you grabbed a change of clothes from your shared room with Robin and Nami.

You kept your gaze down as you entered the room, your cheeks bright red as you threw your underclothes in the laundry basket and grabbed some clean clothes from the dresser.

“Really? Zoro?”

You flinched at Nami’s slightly grossed out tone, finally turning to see Nami sitting on Robin's bed with the older woman sitting behind her, braiding the navigators long hair.

Your lips pursed into a thin line, hiding a grin as you gave a slight shrug.

“He makes me laugh.”

Robin's smile on her face turned knowing as she replied smoothly,

“Sounds like he makes you do more than laugh-”

“Eugh, Robin!” Cried Nami, slapping her hands over her ears dramatically. “Don't remind me!”

You groan to yourself and wave them off as you grab a towel hanging from a hook on the wall. “I just…” There's a shared moment of silence between you three before you take a breath and try to explain, “He's… you know, he…”

Thankfully, Robin finds the words for you.

“He fills a space inside your heart you didn't know existed.”

Both you and Nami turn to her and she just gives another knowing smile, shrugging slightly as she adds,

“When you know, you know.”

You give her a grateful smile in return before finally leaving, leaving the door open a crack and hearing Nami retort,

“Yeah but… Zoro?”

You chuckle to yourself as you make your way to the baths, already hearing the hot water rushing even before you opened the door.

Seeing Zoro stand there, letting the hot water from the shower head run down his skin sent a needy warmth over your skin, a slightly lewd grin coming over your lips as you hung up your clean clothes and towel off to the side. He turned slightly as you stepped towards him, your hands meeting his back and tracing over the scratch marks you'd left.

Zoro turned completely, his hands meeting your hips and caressing over the skin, pulling you under the flow of water and watching with an appreciative eye as you ran a hand through your now wet hair.

In a tender movement, Zoro grabbed your shampoo bottle from the display on the wall and moved you out of the spray to rub it over your scalp, smiling slightly as you closed your eyes and let him scrub at your hair. He then leaned your head back, letting the water wash the suds out and repeated with the conditioner before reaching for the body wash.

After you were both squeaky clean, you stood at the mirror in the room adjacent, squeezing the remainder of the water from your hair as Zoro stood behind you, watching you in the reflection with his hands resting on your waist.

“You take too long,” he jokes, leaning his head down slightly to pepper a few kisses to your bare shoulder. “We could be back in bed by now.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, reaching back and running a hand lovingly over his damp hair. “Okay, Mr. Impatient, let's go-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Zoro was descending the ladder and heading back toward his room, calling up to you, “Come on, woman!”

You blink at yourself in the mirror a few times before chuckling to yourself with a shake of your head, taking note of how your heart felt a little warmer than it did a few days ago.

‘Guess Robin was right,’ you thought to yourself as you threw on your comfy clothes and finally went down the ladder and returned to the men's bedroom.

You could hear Zoro snoring already when you opened the door, giving a quick look around to make sure it was just you two before you closed the door and practically jumped onto the bed, rousing the swordsman from his sleep with a snorted grunt.

Immediately his arms went around you as you settled into him, your face comfortably on his chest with an arm and a leg thrown over his body. One of his hands slid under your shirt to rest against your skin, his thumb brushing over it tenderly.

It wasn't long until you passed out, curled against Zoro safely and warm, knowing you'd wake up slightly sweaty and gross but in the end, it was all worth it.

He was worth it.

ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴɢ ; @tetzoro , @doffyslittledove , @laidenbreecatchall , @sheerxfiction ♡

[les4elliewilliams]

If you don’t mind can you please do Ellie x black reader who takes her to the hair store?

IMSOSOSOSORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER BUT HERE IT IS :3 i added a little extra because its such a cute idea and we all need to touch grass and more ellie fluff sooo!! (sorry if its shit :p)

◌ warnings... none??? cutie patootie gaymer ellie, that's it, that's the warning.

౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ellie x black reader .ᐟ

Ellie loves your hair. Like, she’s obsessed with it. But just because she’s your girlfriend of four years doesn’t mean she’s allowed to touch it. No matter what you two are doing. Kissing? You had to swat her hand away as she sneakily tried to tangle her slender fingers in your coiled hair. Going down on her? You’d push her hand away before she could even think about ruining the curls you spent hours perfecting the day before.

When you first started dating, she took you to the store after your car broke down. You’d desperately begged her to take you—not that you really had to beg—Ellie loved spending time with you.

Barely two minutes in the store, and you were already out of sight.

“Okay, babe, what did you say we—” the auburnette started, but when she looked around, she realized you were no longer by her side. After wandering around like a lost soul for a few minutes, she finally found you scanning the shelves for your favorite products.

“There you are.”

“Needed to get conditioner, and—” Your eyes darted across the aisle, searching for that one product in particular.

“Alright, do your thing. I’m gonna take a look around.” she walked off, running her fingers along the shelves, touching everything she saw. It got to the point where even the cashier started eyeing her like she was about to steal something—redhead behavior.

When it was your turn to search for her lost ass, you surprisingly found her by the hair products as well—maybe it was your dedication to hair care that made her want to try something new with hers and take better care of it.

“El, you done?” Her head snapped up immediately, and she put the bottle down but kept the other one lazily trapped under her arm.

She glanced at the shampoo she’d chosen, then back at you. “Yeah, I’m done.”

You stood there, barely managing to keep all the products you’d gathered from falling—you didn't know why you hadn’t grabbed a basket, it would’ve made your life so much easier—and then there was her, standing there with a 2-in-1 shampoo...

Despite you being the one with way more in your arms, Ellie still insisted on paying for everything. She's a gentleman like that.

You’d been educating Ellie on your hair ever since you first started dating, and she even watched videos to help you out whenever you stood in front of the mirror, cussing everything out because your stubborn curls simply decided not to cooperate that day.

She even went out of her way to do her research on which shampoo, conditioner, oil, and styling products were best. She bought them for you and kept them in her bathroom for whenever you stayed over and had to wash your hair. She wanted to have everything you needed. From hair care products to basic skincare stuff—and by that, I mean makeup remover. The first few times you spent the night there, you nearly ripped your hair out when she told you she had no makeup remover. Not even a fucking cleanser, just regular soap. Your only options were to use baby wipes or wash your face until the soap melted off your lash glue and mascara. It was pure torture.

But she got better, luckily.

Face cleansers, La Roche-Posay moisturizers, hair products, body lotions—Ellie practically spent a fortune on it all. And it was all for you because she loved you that much.

The first time you found all this stuff at her place, you lost it. Your brain jumped straight to one conclusion: she was cheating on you. Cause why the fuck would Ellie Williams own all this stuff? She never had before, so where was it coming from?

You went off on her immediately, accusing her of having other hoes while she was playing a game with Jesse—who heard everything.

She had to quit mid-game and pull up her Amazon orders to calm you down. Drama queen much? Ellie liked ’em a little crazy, as she always said, so she didn’t mind.

Recently you’d seen this salon on TikTok that looked like the go-to place for curly hair. The videos were mostly about girls with different curl patterns, textures, and lengths—basically a curly hair paradise.

Only one little problem… it was two hours away from where you lived. Eventually, your sweet girlfriend got tired of your constant yapping about it and decided to do something about it.

The salon wasn’t just far—it was popular, too. People came from all over to get their hair done, just like you were about to. Ellie, being the amazing girlfriend she is, somehow managed to book you an appointment that fit into your ridiculously busy schedule.

Between one game and another, the auburnette kept her phone on her black desk, just within reach. Every time she finished a round of COD, she’d check her phone, obsessively refreshing the booking page over and over. This went on for a whole week before she finally snagged you an appointment.

And that wasn’t all—she drove you there, two and a half hours round trip. By the time you got there, her ass was so sore she couldn’t even sit in the waiting area. Instead, she restlessly stood the whole time, sipping on a juice box one of the hairstylists handed her after hearing how far she’d driven to surprise you.

She stood there like a nosy toddler the entire time, either munching on something or hovering close enough that you could see her reflection in the mirror.

And honestly? She was more anxious about your hair than you had ever been in your life.

“Don’t cut it.”

“No, no—dude, that’s too much!”

“You sure that won’t damage her hair?”

Your poor hairstylist was about this close to losing it with her. But when your hair was done, Ellie just stood there, staring at you with wide eyes, totally speechless and blushing like the awkward loser she was.

Of course, she ended up paying for it—after putting up a bit of a fight.

“How much is it?” she asked the girl behind the counter, both of you already reaching for your wallets.

“$280.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m paying,” Ellie said, her voice firm as she shot you the look.

“Ellie, just wait outside,” you rolled your eyes, trying to brush her off, quickly pulling out your wallet. But she was faster—nearly slamming her card down on the marble counter.

“No, you wait outside,” she echoed your words back at you, swiping her card while the girl at the counter giggled at her antics.

“Fine.” 

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what to do if someone faints ✿

fainting can be extremely scary. if you don’t know what to do, that can make it even scarier. luckily for you (though not for me), I’ve been fainting since I was 13 years old, so I’ve got quite a bit of experience in dealing with these things, and educating the people around me about how to deal with these things. so here is my guide on what to do if someone faints!

{1} how to prevent a fainting episode

first things first, let’s talk prevention. sometimes, people will experience symptoms before they actually faint. if you’re observant enough, you might be able to recognize these signs and take action before the person faints. some signs that someone might be about to faint include:

pale or ashy-looking skin

cold, clammy skin

flushed skin

sweating

slurred speech

dropping things

shakiness or tremors

complaints of a headache

appearing detached or out of it

looking or claiming they feel sick

unsteadiness (swaying, stumbling)

sensitivity to light (squinting, blocking their eyes)

if you notice someone exhibiting one or more of these signs, it's worth going up and asking if they're okay. sometimes people don't understand what's happening, or don't put the pieces together, and even asking if they are okay might be enough for them to work out that they are about to faint.

if they do say yes (or don't know but you suspect they are about to faint), it's time to take action. fainting can happen in the blink of an eye, so make sure you stand close by with your arms at the ready. if you can, help guide them down to the floor, making sure you tell them what you are doing. something like "let's get you on the floor" will work. that should be your top priority. if they cannot lay down, guide them to sit on the floor or the nearest available seat. get them as close to the ground as possible so if they do faint, they are at a lower risk of hurting themselves. guide them to place their head between their knees.

the steps for what to do next are virtually the same as in the next part, so to avoid repeating myself, I will just move on.

{2} if the person has fainted, check to make sure they aren't in immediate danger.

the first thing you should do if someone is unconscious is CHECK FOR A PULSE. if they do not have one, immediately start CPR, call for an ambulance. this should be your number one priority. everything else can come later.

once you've determined they are still alive, you can start checking for injuries. don't try to move them right away, especially if you think they may have hit their head. check for bleeding, bruising, broken bones, etc. if you see any major injuries, call for an ambulance.

also, take the time to check the environment around you. make sure they are not in a dangerous location (ex: near the top of a flight of stairs, on or very near the road, in areas with high foot traffic, etc). if they are, take the time to move them.

THIS IS IMPORTANT: if the person has a service dog, do not impede its duties!! do not try to move the dog. check for medical ID (either on the person or on the dog). if you find something that indicates something serious may be going on, or if the dog tries to alert you or get your attention, call for an ambulance.

{3} get the person conscious again.

if they are not in immediate peril, congratulations! now you get to start on the process of getting them conscious again. of course, it's very likely they will regain consciousness on their own after a few seconds, but even if they do, these are important steps to take to help them recover quicker.

here's some things you should do:

shift the person onto their back and elevate their feet above their heart. this helps get blood flowing back to the brain.

remove any excess layers and loosen any tight clothing.

get some water or a cool compress and apply it to areas like the face and the back of the neck.

make sure they have enough room to breathe. if there's a crowd, you should try to get them to back away.

if the person doesn't appear to be in any immediate danger, there is no need to call an ambulance at this point.

if the person has been unconscious for longer than a minute, call for an ambulance. this is a sign that something more serious may be going on. also, if the person has difficulty regaining consciousness, or lapses back into unconsciousness, that is also a sign you need to call for an ambulance.

if the person has a service dog, you can and should still do all of these things (without impeding the dog's tasks). do not distract the dog or assume that the dog will do everything.

{4} help the person recover after regaining consciousness.

once they have woken up, you can begin the post-fainting recovery process.

ask the person the following questions: 1) how are you feeling? 2) does anything hurt? 3) have you ever fainted before? (if they have not and there is no obvious cause for the fainting, call 911) 4) do you want me to call someone for you?

continue to have the person elevate their feet and apply a cold compress for at least ten minutes, or until they are feeling better.

once they are ready to stand, remain close by in case they lose consciousness again.

once they are upright again, offer them some water.

if they have fainted because of low blood sugar or they have a condition like POTS, try to find them something small to eat. again, only do this when they are upright again.

treat any (minor) injuries they might have sustained.

make sure they have a way to get home (or wherever they are going) safely. encourage them to rest, drink fluids, and eat.

{5} what not to do if someone faints.

do not panic. fainting is very common and usually no cause for concern. a healthy amount of worry is good, but don't get too worked up about it. that could impair your ability to help.

do not call an ambulance if the person tells you not to call an ambulance, especially if this person has a history of fainting. not every fainting episode warrants a trip to the ER, and having paramedics hovering over you can be way more stress than it's worth.

do not elevate the head. the reason you collapse is because your body is trying to get bloodflow back to the brain. elevating the head usually will either not help, or it may be actively harmful. this include placing items like pillows or folded clothing under the person's head, or placing their head in your lap.

do not get them up too quickly. ease them into standing after they have been laying down for several minutes (or when they feel ready to stand). getting them up too quickly raises the chances of having another fainting spell.

do not shake the person aggressively or try to "shock" them awake by slapping them.

do not give them anything to eat or drink while they are laying down or while they are still unconscious.

don't pour water on them, especially not on their face. get a damp cloth, a water bottle, or ice pack instead.

don't leave them alone. if you must leave, make sure someone stays with them until they are up on their feet again.

don't force treatments onto them. if they say they don't need water, food, or your further assistance, listen to them.

{6} times when you should and shouldn't call an ambulance.

you should call an ambulance if:

the person has been unconscious for more than one minute.

the person is not breathing and/or does not have a pulse.

the person has a serious injury, or there is a risk they may have hit their head.

the person is pregnant.

the person is having difficulty waking, or appears extremely confused upon waking up.

the person faints multiple times.

it is the person's first time fainting.

you suspect there may be a more dangerous reason that the person has fainted (ex: stroke, heart attack, etc.)

the person has a seizure or begins exhibiting symptoms not associated with normal fainting (ex: shortness of breath, chest pains, arrythmia, difficulty moving).

you probably don't need to call an ambulance if none of the above are true, but especially so if:

the person has a history of fainting.

the person fainted for a known and non-serious reason (ex: low blood sugar, dehydration, heat, stress, etc).

the person is alert, talking, and improving afterward.

the person is young, healthy, and has no other symptoms.

there are no signs of major injury.

the person regains consciousness quickly.

hopefully you'll never have to use any of this, but if you do, now you know! feel free to drop more suggestions.

[sunflower1experiment]

Willing Risk

Risk

"yOuR pRe-Ecious, exPERIMENT, has not awoken from slumber, why is that?"

His voice scares you, why? Is it because your body can tell when it is threatened, are you now the one who is prey once again? Or is it because something is really wrong with you.

You feel different

You feel, unnerved, curious, hungry.

Something is speaking to you, "It's alright my dear, take your time, I know you're scared, it's okay. If you can hear me then stay silent." Robotic hands begin to caress your face, you remain quiet while your button eyes stare at the ceiling, but the vision was hazy, nothing remains behind those beautiful loving eyes the doctor once adored.

At some point he would remain in his quarters of work, holding you by the face while his screen presses against your soft fabricated body. "I apologize for what I did to you my dear, but here, you are safe."

No, here you felt trapped, and you could tell someone was speaking. Not him but you, "He is wrong."

You stare at yourself, this puppet, doll, porcelain being that you are: "No matter how many times he says so, nothing has changed. He wanted to remove the heart on our sleeve. It is his fault, do you hear me, his fault that we're hungry, his fault that you have this urge....the urge to feed.."

The doll walks towards you, slowly moving its hands around your neck, "I will be patient, one wrong move. I know, you wish to spare the children who seek refuge here and work for Prototype for safety, but....the bigger bodies, the ones who serve him." You both lock eyes for a moment when this doll holds your stomach. "He did this to us, he took our child, children, now he expects us to eat them. How dare he."

For the remainder of the hours that pass, you were quiet, less you, when he shows you the flowers you and him would exchange together. He was met with a blank expression, unmoving, always neutral. It made the doctor a bit shaken, by how you barely react. Were you grey rocking your emotions? So, he grabs one of the critters, placed them in your palms gently. "I wish you'd respond. My dear."

When he leaves you remain still for the time being, listening closely, looking at the surroundings. This was a lab, this was the lab...

The lab of death, pain, torture, every time you closed your eyes you would hear the screams. Screams that would fade into pitiful sobs, sometimes you’d breathe shakily and he’d immediately hold you close in hopes to hear something, anything. But he was met with silence, so he lays you back down, rubbing your hair slowly.

The world fades, you’re so pitiful, yes, your fault, so so pitiful and pathetic….you have to stop acting as if you’re the victim…not when the kids have it worse.

"Mz?" Your eyes snap, now alive, moving anxiously while you breath with a stumbling hobble. "Hey! Don't worry pal, I gotcha." Doey? Which one was it? You start to breath heavily while gripping your stomach.

Memories were now flooding back, and his voice was an earworm that flows in throughout the brain, you needed to see him. "Please don't cry, I- I don't know what to do." Upon hearing Doey's broken voice you pause with clarity roaming over your face, finally calming down you begin to breath normally before sniffling sadly. "....I'm sorry."

"Its not your fault, he killed you. It was terrible."

"No, Doey. It is my fault, I was just trying to grab food from my office but, I wandered then.." The sounds of neck fracturing, limbs being broken, your terrified, blood curdling screams. The way he'd repeatedly apologize yet he didn't stop, the state you were in simply broke Doey when he informed Poppy. Poppy was beside herself, not a day went by, she was imagining the horrors your own lover put you through, each thought became more vivid as they pass. Weeks went by, so she sent Doey to check on you, which is why he was here now.

You rub his head while he lays on your lap for comfort, he deserves better. You'd think to yourself while those memories slowly emerged then they’d leave, that voice was growing, clawing at your throat….does it burn? Or do you just want to scream.

“…..Doey, I need you to go…somewhere for me…deep in the lab I have a hidden food stashed there. It’ll last for a bit…but, once you get them. Do not come back, okay…” He nods while you caress his cheek then press a small kiss against his forehead.

He leaves once again, at least you didn’t scream. But you got up from the table, then began walking through the laboratory. Your ankles shift causing you to stumble, so you just take the chance to learn walking again. As you move deeper within the underground tunnels of this labyrinth, you start to hear screams again, screams that slowly turn into crying. Your body begins shaking violently, eyes shaking while the buttons slowly drip blood, then you feel something else…

Tw// Blood, gore, loss of child, vivid descriptions.

Everywhere you look, all you could see were hallucinations of Harley’s scientists hurting the children, tearing at them, gaslighting them or simply ignoring the children. You breathe out as Riley screams in agony, you wanted to throw up. Your ugly cries and twisted face while the voice scolds you for moving, “Stop thinking about them! Stop digging before you cause our plan to fail!”

You gasp out, blood and drool combine together as it pools the floor. Breathlessly gripping at your seams while your hands dig at them agonizingly, then you lay on the floor, squirming and kicking. No you deserve this! Better yet, you should sit through the pain and squirm while those memories and feelings erupt inside you. Like a wound having peroxide poured all over it, were you insane like your lover? Surely that can’t happen, this can’t be happening, no one was as mad as him!

Then you hear them, the sounds of…crying? A toddler…a baby, you reach down for your stomach: your breathing starts to become ragged, thats when you hear their cries grow louder, louder, “you’re lacking something….”

He caused it, you stare at the floor the memories of your baby after the miscarriage…those babies…Quinn…

Quinn…

Riley…

Marie…

Theo..

Matthew and Kevin…

So many more children….

It was as if his timing was always right at the worst moments, as soon as everything began to click about what happened to you.

Loud screams erupt throughout the underground, the shrieks of anger, sadness, terror. Harley ran in as he finds you screaming and slamming everything off the tables. Your body stumbling mindlessly, the amount of agony your voice held until he hugs you close then shushes your crying form while everything slowly floods out…

The blood, your saliva and then the eyes, the blood tears fell to the ground while Harley holds your face. “What the hell happened!?”

Prototype clicks on his fingers, “iT seEms your EXperiment, knows everything…you wanted them to lack this bleeding heart…your partner used the last of it to mourn.” It points at him.

“yOu dId this, now you will be stuck with whatever your partner displays. Hopefully your experiment knows which side to choose, also….add more traps for Experiment 1322…your plans can only work out so far until my patience is met.”

It leaves, Harley looks down at your now bloody face. Holding you close the tv head carefully nuzzles your cheek, “…..What did you see?”

“….I was trying to protect you…But- I could smell…” you shake your head while you hug yourself..

The being that you considered to be yourself sighs, “We both could smell it and got hungry..but..hah.” You start to laugh as tears fall down, “I could hear everything! Was it the scent? The sudden strong hearing? Or was it the cameras? What did he do to me?”

You turn while it offers you a hand, “He turned us into a doll…no, he turned us into a monster..now, will you snap out of it? Or writhe in pain while he assumes his precious partner is alive and well enough to remain tame by his side?” Your eyes stare at your own, grabbing your own hand, this reflection of your desire to seek revenge. Slowly you look down, your hands showing your robotic phalanges, and doll like hands covering them.

Then you turn to a mirror watching as your button eyes hide your robotic LEDs, carefully you tear at it…then reveal those lights…Now revealing you, for who you are.

You felt…better, felt free, felt…

Hungry…

How much time needs to pass before one realizes the entirety of the bad choice one makes?

Harley had to understand where he went wrong, you loved him. But also felt indifferent, when the words would leave your mouth he felt annoyingly confused, the confusion always made the man angry for his partner.

Why did it have to be you? Not Leith, not the others!? The man’s tv head presses on your head while you hug him close. “…..I will miss your embrace….”

Those were the last words you uttered out to this robotic creature he hosted as, then he was cut off, watching through the cameras as you practically ate the robot, your teeth tear at it’s wires before digging deep for food to devour. Suddenly you pull at its arm and then eat more wiring, licking up the oil…

Displaying your profound love for him, you’d utter out. “I love you” or hold the mangled robot’s hand to your cheek while oil drips from your lips. Mascara drips down your doll like face, while your soft lips touch the screen. “I guess thats why we’re stuck in this hell Swayer…”

You then turn to the screen he watches you through, “Perhaps in the form of twisted love we’re perfectly matched…”

You smile widely as you snap your fingers, the lights cut off, and Harley had to listen to your feet and claws crawl out the room. He felt something he hadn’t felt in so long, was it fear? No, anger…no.

Excitement

“The experiment was perfect…” He utters out, before writing more notes…

His eye lands on the picture of you and him holding each other. You truly were the most..

perfect experiment

—

Deep within the no mans land, the safe haven toys shook with frightened eyes…

“Poppy…” one of the toys ask, holding her hand. She shakes her head with a shaky sob, “He really did it…He killed Mz…” she mourned your death early in case it turns out you were fine, but those screams…the bloody images of your body fills Poppy’s mind.

The blood on your neck, the broken mangling he caused, her mind flicks to Prototype’s hand injecting itself into your chest. She covers her mouth as tears begin to roll down her bloodshot eyes, until Doey came in….

With stacks of food, so much food it made Hoppy and Dogday gasp. “Mz told me about the hidden foodstash.”

He sighs while placing them down, a mini boogie bot shuts the safe haven. “And?”

Hoppy goes to him with a curious gaze, “The doctor turned Mz into a doll…but..it was- hard to decipher…their breathing was normal but the human essences of them was..barely recognizable. It was like boogie bot but the layers..” Doey sits down while the toys take out the organized food, Dogday looks over at Poppy.

“Poppy, you and Kissy said Mz went out…what happened?”

Poppy opens her mouth, nothing could even respond with reason that made sense. “I- we…I warned…nothing I said would even be acknowledged.” He nods in understanding sadness. Kissy then looks around, as if having heard something, she then walks over to the secret entrance with curiosity.

“…..Kissy?” A Bobby bearhug critter follows her, with a small head tilt. She then gasps at the sight before her….

“…….D-Doey!?” Everyone turns over, they see someone in the distance..a cloaked figure.

Who could that be?

The figure then keels over, and lands on the hard ground. This figure….had flowers on its body…why?

Doey moves closer, Poppy does the same. Everything was quiet…

[jjwolves]

FLY TO ABRAXAS ━━━━▼━━━━

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA X Occult Reader

Who: ENA from ENA by Joel G

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Derealization, Disassociation, Occultism

ENA listens intently to your philosophical ramblings. She might not understand everything you’re saying in the way you intend, but she takes note and tries to relate it to her world. Once, you explained the concept of ‘id, ego and superego’ to her after dealing with a particularly rude being. You explained that your ego could have indulged your id and gone off on them, or it could have chosen to use your superego in order to avoid conflict. She turned blue trying to understand your jargon. “How come your sides get fun names while mine have to share? Did they run out of names in the thesaurus?!”

Your favorite polygon is always trying to get you to do magic. “Now, brave wizard, cast a spell upon the celery bridge so that we may have safe passage!” “Heat this egg with the fires your mind. Cook with the oven of the magi!” “Please banish these tears before I throw up.” No phrase nor meditation was required for that last one. You took her face and kissed the cool side of her face, under her eye. ENA had to reboot, but after she did, she shined like gold freshly-transmuted from lead. She looks at you with wide eyes and pixel hearts. “Your spell worked!” You play along.

“Oh great sorcerer, scry my future from your magic deck!” ENA kneels before you in cartoonish reverence and leans further and further back until she turns herself into a hoop. You assure her that it’s no big deal, so she should unfurl and get comfy somewhere. “Your message is received!” She sits cross-legged in front of the Tarot spread you’ve set down, wiggling around in place. You take a card and read it. “The Cutie.” Huh? Is that a stylized picture of you? You ask her how she did that. She blinks innocently. You take another. “Temperance.” Hmm. “Did I win?” It’s not so simple, probably, but you tell her that she did. “Oh, joy!”

You went drinking with ENA once. The ‘alcohol’ was clearly flashing code and missing textures but you had come to understand that a lot of this world was symbolic. Nothing too removed from your experience. You and ENA raised your glasses, and you began nursing your drink. ENA, however, downed hers almost immediately and asked for another. A few hours of this and you were walking her home, getting her through the door and laying her down on your couch. A single glowing sphere on a coffee table shone dimly into the dark room. She drunkenly slurred, “Heeeeey. Hey… You know those sigil practices and magic and stuff you do? Listen. Why don’t you… Uh, meditate on me? I have loooots. Of. Special shapes to show you~ Hehehehe.” You sat on the floor and observed as ENA’s form would flash into the shapes of chthonic spirits—fangs, horns, flames and odd smiles. But still her. You closed your eyes and let her wild colors imprint on them. The light was snuffed out on its own. You think you manifested a good, but weird, future.

Occasionally, your lifestyle makes you spiral. You knew that looking too deep into the abyss unprepared would mean madness and self-delusion. That digging too deep within your own mind would unveil forbidden patterns you could never unsee. Sometimes you suffer these drawbacks, and ENA, as unstable as she is, does her best to help. There are days where you lose your grip and mutter about the angry gods of your mind and the hostile connections holding the world together. ENA takes your head in her hands, rubs circles with her thumbs and says, “You’re over-sensing. It’s alright. Try to get your mental mirror to reflect on this connection. Return my dearest to me, please! Their safety and presence is of upmost importance.” Other times, she’s less composed but just as determined to help. “I’m too stupid to fix your brain! I’m sorry! Please, just let me be your glasses!” She puts oddly-colored hands over your eyes and peppers you with increasingly-distressed kisses. But it’s good. Sometimes when she touches you, the symbols which blind you can melt away into the yellow and blue. Maybe she can be your lens for a while. “I’m glad you’re feeling simple again. Oh! Ha, not simple, not like that. You know, feeling stupendous again! And if things start to feel complicated, I have two fascinating hues on which you can focus!” ENA starts to wave from side to side to show off her colors. Gods above, you love that girl.

A/N: Forget "ENA can be cute", ENA can be creepy and esoteric

[hartleychristopher]

Studying with Chris late at night and you leave to clean your face or whatever during one of your breaks, u come back with glasses and he’s just??? He didn’t even know you wore glasses, but apparently he’s got a thing for it because he’s stopped paying attention entirely

(Nerdy Chris gets a boner about nothing studying edition)

😛😛

Pairing: crush!chris x fem!reader

Warnings: shy/kind of a little bit loser!Chris, glasses k!nk(?), smutty! 18+!

A/N: I love you 😛 anon you always have the best ideas <33 I loved writing him so flustered and awkward and HORNY, the way god intended him to be…

The room is dim, lit only by a floor lamp casting soft shadows over scattered notes, open textbooks, uncapped highlighters. Chris’s laptop glows quietly amid the clutter, its screen full of tabs and citation bookmarks, while lo-fi beats murmur from a wireless speaker in the background. The air is heavy with late-night tension, filled only by soft music and the sound of pencils scratching on notebooks, or the clicking of a keyboard.

You’re trying to focus on your work, you’ve been staring at your notes for hours but your eyes are going blurry. You blink a few times, trying to will them to see better and you rub them, only to be irritated by your contact lenses. Wincing slightly, you rise from your place on your bed and you head to the bathroom, murmuring a quick “be right back!” to Chris who barely hums in acknowledgment.

You take your contacts out once you’re in front of the bathroom mirror. You decide to wash your face while you’re in there too, your makeup has worn thin with the stress of the day. Instead of deciding to put in a fresh pair of contacts in you opt for your glasses, your eyes thoroughly irritated from your extended-wear lenses anyways. You’ve kept your glasses in the medicine cabinet because it’s been so long since you’ve even worn them.

You come back to the room feeling a bit more refreshed; a clean face, your hair brushed out, your eyes free to breathe behind your glasses.

Chris glances up at you when you enter the room again, mumbling a small “hey” and looking back to his laptop—until his head whips back up for him to do a double take, his eyes widening when he sees you in your glasses for the first time.

He freezes, mid-keystroke, doesn’t even blink.

You don’t notice at first, climbing back to the foot of the bed where your study materials are still scattered.

His brain: blue screen.

His voice trips over itself. “I—you—yeah, you, um.” He gestures vaguely at your face like he’s trying to draw a diagram in the air. “G-Glasses.” He says from his spot on your bed, propped up against the headboard.

You raise an eyebrow. “Yeah. My contacts were bugging me.”

He nods, violently. Too many times. “Right. Logical. Vision and…comfort.”

He is not looking at the computer. He is trying so hard not to stare—he’s failing. Chris is having a hard time keeping it together, you look gorgeous like this; fresh-faced, your cute glasses framing your pretty eyes perfectly, making them appear slightly bigger. It’s making Chris dizzy.

You tilt your head, amused now. “Something wrong?”

“No,” he squeaks, clearing his throat, his voice deeper this time: “No. Just. Glasses. Good. I mean—t-they look good—really good. Not that you don’t look good normally, I mean, you always look good, just t-that the glasses are, like, bonus good. Extra—uh, data.”

He winces. Data? C’mon, man…

You just smirk, too inebriated by exhaustion to care about being blunt: “You have a glasses kink, don’t you?” You push boldly.

His soul leaves his body.

“I don’t—not a kink—I mean I appreciate optical enhancements—” he covers his face with his hands, groaning.

You just laugh, breezy and unbothered, “optical enhancements?” You parrot his dorky choice of words back at him.

“God, please stop before I implode.” He removes his own glasses to rub his eyes—an excuse to keep himself from meeting your gaze right now.

When he adjusts his glasses back onto his nose he sees you’ve crawled over to him, you’re dangerously close now, blinking up at him through your frames.

“I’ve never made out with another person wearing glasses, do you think they’d knock together a bunch?” You giggle, trying to rile him up.

“Jesus Christ, are—are you trying to get me to go into cardiac arrest?” He breathes, his blue eyes are heavy lidded and blown out, he tries to discreetly move his laptop over his crotch so you don’t see his growing erection. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, his chest is rising and falling with his shallow breath.

You don’t miss how he places his laptop over his groin precariously. Your eyes drift from his shielded crotch and back to his face.

“This laptop is in my seat” you smirk.

Chris’s brain seems to short-circuit again.

“W-what?” He sputters

“You heard me, Hartley” you smile with faux innocence.

His brain catches up and he nods, quickly, shoving his laptop out of the way so hard, he’s lucky it gets caught on your blanket and doesn’t clatter to the floor. His big hands are reaching for your waist, tugging you into his lap to straddle him.

A broken moan leaves his mouth when you settle on his aching cock, his sweatpants, and your thin leggings are doing little to shield your hot core from his hard length.

“Oh!” You breathe through a moan, getting a good feel of his size through his clothes. “So you really like my glasses.” you conclude from his boner.

“Really like them—so p-pretty” he breathes, his lips parted with his heavy breathing, you crash your mouth to his, your lips slotting between his easily, resulting in a hot, messy kiss that makes your brain feels like it’s melting and spilling out of your ears—in the best way.

“How would you like to see me in nothing… but the glasses?” You ask between desperate kisses.

Chris groans deeply in response, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. He’s trying to catch his breath when he says:

“Ohhhkay—I need to sit down—“ he’s already sitting. “Or—I mean—lie down. You need to sit down… on my face.”

<3

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[vivicas-dollhouse]

Turbulent

A ticci toby x male y/n smut fic

Toby is a maniac in malls. You are more than happy to teach him how to behave himself, to make him a mess.

Tags: dry humping, sex in public, in a car, light choking, uhhh this one's fairly vanilla

Enjoy~

Mall trips were anything but easy with toby.

He always got distracted by all the little trinket stalls selling bootlegs and always wanted to check out the newer stores. You practically had to put him on a leash, holding his hand tightly as you walked down the icey halls.

“Cmon (y/n), ill be-e quick,” he begged, staring at you with his brown puppy dog eyes.

“Toby, you dont need to check hot topic, you know we are on a budget,” you sighed, dragging him along.

“F-fuck you,” he muttered, begrudgingly being pulled along by your hand. “Im so hung-gry, can we get food?”

You smiled slightly, worn down by his millionth request of the hour. “Yeah, cmon, ill get us something,”

He perked up at this, walking quicker to meet your pace. “Can we g-get chinese?”

—

Toby sat down across from you, the styrofoam box he was carrying in his hands making that horrible noise that drives everyone crazy. You opened your box, a small order of sesame chicken and rice, up and noticed toby scarfing down his lo mein like he had never eaten before.

“Chill dude, its not running from you,” you laughed.

“Does it-t look like i give a fuck? No, i-i dont.” He said between bites.

This little fucker… needs to be put in his place.

“Youve been such a little shit today you know,” you calmly said, raising your foot to rub against his leg. He froze for a second, processing your actions. “Do you know that, pup?”

That word was enough to turn the wheel in his brain. He perked up, like he was waiting for that all along.

“Yea-ah baby, i do,” he giggled, still destroying his noodles.

“You think you can get away with that?” You calmly said, slowly sliding your shoe up his leg, watching his pale skin flush.

“Yeah,” he replied, watching you carefully for your next move.

You quickly shifted your foot's position to his inner thigh, causing him to flush and put his head down.

“Toby, look at me,”

He peeked his eyes up, staring at you as you pushed your foot closer and closer to his dick. He put his head down again, burying himself in his arms.

“Im not gonna ask again toby. Look at me. Now.” You ordered, and he quickly obliged, sitting fully at attention. You removed your foot completely, watching the confusion rise in his face.

“Just wanted to see you,” you smiled sweetly, going back to your food as he stared.

“Babe..” he whined, pulling his hoodie more over himself.

You looked up from your food, making a noise of acknowledgment before going back to casually eating your food. He wiggled as he stared at his lap, making small noises of desperation.

“B-babe please,” he whispered, embarrassment setting in.

“What, your such a whiny whore you cant take it?” You calmly replied, watching the desperate mess in front of you melt into himself. “Dont make a scene puppy,”

“C-can we go to your car, p-please,” he muttered, staring at the floor.

You laughed, shocked at his all out desperation. Sure, you hadnt fucked in a minute, but was he this horny over a touch?

“Yeah, just let me finish this,”

—

The backseat doors slammed, with toby climbing on top of you almost instantly. He met your lips, kissing you so rough that the patch covering the hole in his mouth slipped a bit. He moaned into the kiss, completely absorbed in your lips. You bit his lip, quickly gaining access to his mouth as he pathetically moaned. You ran your fingers down his back, cupping his ass. Toby whimpered as you broke the kiss.

“What-t-ts wrong?” He whispered.

You looked down at his pants where a hard bulge was forming, pressing at your own crotch. He blushed, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Sh-shut up,” he whimpered, slightly bucking himself into you. “Cant you just..”

You snickered. “What baby? Use your words,”

He nuzzled deep into your neck, peppering kisses across your skin. “Help m-m-me,” he finally choked out.

“Mmmm, why should i? We are in public you know, are you such a whore you cant wait til we get home?” You lightly traced your fingers down his shirt, agonizingly slowly just to torture him.

He grumbled into you, expecting to be touched like he wanted so agonizingly bad, but he instead had you pull his hair, yanking him to meet your eyes.

“Bab-by,” he moaned, face in a dumb, desperate blush.

“Your gonna have to convince me, i personally like seeing you like this. Beg like the mutt you are, and I'll consider it.” You demanded, feeling that familiar warm feeling in your gut.

You watched him scramble for words, too horny to make a logical argument. “Please (y/n) p-please ill-l be so fuc-cking good, j-just please get m-m-me off, please,”

You laughed, letting his hair go slightly. You slowly trailed your hand to his spread legs, hovering over his dick. He bucked into your hand, but you pulled away, tightening your grip on his hair again.

“Nuh uh, we are doing this on my terms. Do you hear me? MY. TERMS. Repeat it, say ‘we are doing this on masters terms because i was a little shit,’ say it.” You cooed, watching his face flush.

“W-we are doin-ng this on mas-st-sters terms because im a little shit,” he whimpered, his arms twitching on your shoulders.

You smiled, resting your hand on his crotch and palming through his jeans in small circles. He collapsed into you, moaning into your shoulder.

“M-more,” he gasped, slightly rutting into your hand.

“Aww, your such a good mutt, aren't you?” You cooed, yanking his head back to look at you. “Look me in the eyes for this, say ‘im a good mutt’ toby, make me proud,”

“I-im a good mutt,” he drooled, melting into your hands like butter.

You laughed and pressed your hand into his crotch harder, watching him become a moaning mess as he stared at you.

“Pl-please,” he whined, no thoughts behind his eyes except for you and how you were touching him, feeling him, making him your bitch.

“Please what baby?” You smiled, removing your hand. He made a small moan of despair as you did so, trying to rut closer to you.

“F-fuck (y/n) just-t-t fucking do it again-n, please,”

You smiled, removing your hand from his hair and trailing it to his throat, squeezing lightly as he gasped.

“You want more baby?” You said, smooth as velvet. You watched him desperately nod, leaning back in your seat. “Hump my dick baby, go as fast as you want because you were so good. Hump it like the stupid mutt you are.” you let his neck go, grabbing his ass as he thrusted onto you with the vigor of a dog in heat.

The immediate sensation was rough, but you soon found yourself as much of a mess as he was, both your moans filling the car. He stared blankly into your eyes, so focused on hitting all the right spots he couldn't bother to avert his gaze

“Ye-yeah like tha- mmpfgh-” he huffed, proping his hands up on the seat behind you.

“Yeah? Your a good boy, aren't you?” You gasped, moving your hips into his, clearly hitting a good spot judging by his loud ‘FUCK’.

“Im a good b-boy, im a g-gaahh-” he gasped, sweat tricking down his forehead.

You felt the heat pooling, knowing you couldn't last much longer. The un air conditioned car felt like the sun, not helped by the friction in your pants.

“Toby you better- ah- better not cum without my permission,” you panted, adding your hand to his crotch as he moaned.

“Y-yes sir,” he muttered, so focused on controlling himself he couldnt think straight.

You gripped his jaw with your free hand, feeling your climax approaching.

“Your so fucking cute, yknow that rogers? Your so fucking breakable, i should see how long you can last,” you mocked, breathless.

“Nononono s-sir i ca- nnngh- cant d-do it,” he begged, head light.

“No? Beg for it, im not convinced,” you sped your hand up on both of your crotches as you gasped in unison.

“Plea-ase please ill be s-so fucking good, i-im so fucki-ing useless, im a-all yours, j-just ple-ease,” he whined, drool slipping out of his cheek patch.

You nodded, the speed shaking the car as you both released with a high pitched whine from toby. As the shaking stopped, he collapsed into you. You felt the wet warmth of both your cum touch as he gasped into your shoulder.

“I fuckin-ng hate you,” he gasped.

“Tell yourself that all you want baby,”

[hidtired]

A Single Punch [Part 2]

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Description: The aftermaths to the line up leaves you with serious injury. With most of the group to believe you dead. How will your recovery go at Hilltop? How will people react to seeing you?

2.6k words

Warnings (much angst, injury, near death, depression, recovery, typical walking dead shenanigans) [happy ending… eventually]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Your POV

The steady hum and rocking of the truck bed is what woke you from unconsciousness. The wind ripping around you. It was hard to breathe. Even more so when you realized that you were next to two bodies, presuming that they used to be your friends. What had happened again? A bat? Line of your family being chosen for death. You were one of those chosen. The thought of "I'm alive." While not necessarily feeling like it. You were alive. Your body moving on it own slapping the back of the truck with your bloody hand. Bloody and very broken if the sharp pain sent threw you didn't tell you anything.

The sharp pain making you groan and rolling into yourself. A wheeze still in your lungs. You felt like you were spinning. The loud bang of the tail gate making you jump. Everything felt wrong something is wrong.

"I can't, please it hurts."

Sasha flinched when you spoke. Believing for a second she dreamt it. But your small whimpering and sobs made her drop closer to you. "Y-your still alive- I don't-" Your face and hair were covered in your own blood. Not knowing the location its coming from. Sasha pulling herself together after the initial shock. She turned to Maggie who stood wobbly and in shock seeing you trying to move and talk. Your speech was becoming incomprehensible now. Sasha slipped off a layer of clothing to hold to your head. She turned back to Maggie again, ''Go get back into the car!" Sasha felt you go still again. She had to move fast. Jumping over the side of the truck closing the tailgate. She was not letting Negan have you to.

Days later...

You opened your eyes groggy and confused. Looking over to see Maggie in a bed herself. You try and move your hand up to remove something blocking your right side of your head. Expect your hand stopped bounded to the bed. Maggie heard you move and slowly approached you, "Shh, your safe." This wasn't your first time awake but it was the first that you were more aware.

"W-wha?" Your speech was slurred. But Maggie saw it in your eyes. For the first time she saw you in them. She sniffled, "Y/n thank goodness. I thought you were..." She shook her head and put a hand to your shoulder. "I'll be right back ok? I need to get the doctor?" You simply tried to look at her face trying to gauge what was wrong. She sped out the room leaving you to stare out after her.

She came rushing back into the room with a man. He was speaking to fast at you but they were questions asking your name and if you knew where you were. The man shined a light in your face. You tried to look away from the light because it hurt. You looked at the man with squinted eyes, "H-errrs-sel?" You looked back to Maggie with a questioning look. Only to get a sad look back. Sasha then came through the door in a haste hearing you were awake again.

"Is she doing any better?" She huffed out of breath. The man you had zero clue about simply looked back to you and sighed. "It looks like the swelling in her brain is reducing. I don't know the extent of the brain damage she will have, but her chances of survival just increased." Maggie sighed with the first bit of good news about you. Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. She smiled at you. You with having no clue what's going on simply mirrored her back with your own smile. You try and raise your other hand but not feeling it at all you look down to see your arm in a cast and bound close to your chest.

The man who you couldn't place, doctor man, started talking again. "Its only been 2 days, for that much time she is doing better then I could have ever imagined. I think she may have taken most of the blow to her hand. However, head trauma is always unpredictable." They jumped at the sound of your gasp looking at you to see what was wrong. You were just looking at Maggie looking her up and down.

"Ba-baby?!" Maggie moved closer to you and started to try and sooth your worry. "Is fine, the baby and me are ok." You relax back into your sheets. Dr. Carson simply studied you. "I would like someone to be with her at all times now. She could have a stroke or start seizing. She still needs to be bound to the bed for all are safety. If she is still awake in a hour try having her eat or drink." Maggie and Sasha both nodded and looked at each other giving a determined look.

Few hours later you were still awake having to be reminded to 'keep your eyes open' and 'need to stay awake.' You would ask things, try to at least. Most of what you said didn't make sense to anyone but you. The worst was the look on your face remembering about something or someone that was lost along the way. When you were asking about a baby you were meaning Lori and Judith. You knew something with a baby was wrong and that was the only one you could think of until Maggie said that her and her baby was ok that you remembered.

The longer you were awake you would get better minimal but still better. But you began asking for something they couldn't give you.

"Dar-ryl?" They always try to come up with something. 'he is on a run' or 'he is out hunting.' But that didn't stop the want for him. You were frustrated at the broken bits of your brain. You knew Daryl always put those pieces together.

Daryl POV

His cell was cold, dark, and always seemed to have one song playing on loop. It was torture. Not however as much torture then the loss of you was. He never knew the kind of love she gave him. She was a first, and now last. The pain in his shoulder and face from the beating he has gotten were nothing like the one in his heart, his soul. That night replayed over in his head. He thought about how he deserved to have gotten killed not Glenn. He cause Maggie to be a single mother now. He deserved this. Being here.

He thought back to when Rick lost Lori. He didn't understand then. But sure as hell did now.

The door handle started to move, the music cutting off, assuming he was getting the normal moldy bread and dog food. Dwight walked in throwing the food down to the floor. "The sooner you join the sooner this will stop." Daryl all but chuckled, "and what become like you?" Now that pissed Dwight off, striking a nerve. But Daryl lead on more, "I get it. Your doing it for someone else. But I don't have that anymore." Daryl sent a look that could kill. Dwight only studied him and shook his head at him. Throwing two polaroid to the floor, "Someone else doesn't have that anymore either." Before slamming the door shut. The music came on but then changed to a more somber tune.

Daryl hesitated to pick up the pictures before doing so and seeing the images with the smallest light coming from under the door. Yours and Glenn's bodies. His breath hitched looking at it. You the women he loved and a friend who would still be alive with his wife and child if he never existed. He lost it. Sobbing. Broken.

He made a promise to not just you but himself that he was going to do right by you. He still had a mission. By the end of it this place will be burning to ground. Even if he had to go with it.

Maggie POV

After having to deal with a man like Gregory she needed to clear her head before it was her turn to sit with you. Making her way over to were Glenn and Abraham were buried. She was met by Enid staring down to the graves.

''Enid?" She walked over to the young teen and hugged her. Enid sniffled before explaining why she was there, wanted to see if she and the baby were ok. Enid gestured to the two graves. "I didn't know which one was his." Enid the paused, "Why is there only two, where is the third?"

With that Maggie smiled and waved her hands to come follow her. Enid was confused at the action. They stepped into Jesus trailer were they all have taken over at this point. There Enid saw you, she gasped in surprise and disbelief at the sight of you. You jumping at the noise. Breaking your focus from a card game that was to help your memory. Also keeping you distracted. Sasha sitting next you surprised to see Enid, "Are you with the others?" Enid shook her head while approaching your table. "How is this possible..." She sat down across from you. You simply stared back but continued with your cards pointing to one for Sasha to flip. You were struggling with mobility.

Sasha sighed catching the hint and continued flipping cards for you to match. Enid looked at you more closely. Your face was still swollen and was a mix of purples, blues, and yellows. The top to the right of your head had a part of your hair shaved with stitching. You looked pale. Your speech has gotten better but you were just to tired to speak much. It showed in your eyes. You still had your arm in a cast brought close to your chest by a sling. Watching Enid study you Maggie decided to add some insight. "We didn't know she was alive until half way to Hilltop. Didn't know if she would make it even a few days after."

Enid look to you with pity. She saw how sick you were even before leaving Alexandria. At least that seemed to be better. Maggie cleared her throat, "How is everything back at Alexandria."

Enid explained about how they took and trashed everything back home. Maggie could only scowl at the thought of them. At the mention of how they brought Daryl with them and he looked to not be doing to well but still alive. You had looked up and just stared intently, "He ok?" With you gaining some abilities back it was harder to lie about what happened. You had yet to know of his capture and Glenn's death. It was only a matter of time before you found out.

Your mind seemed to be other wise fine. Most of the trouble was how it was trying to move your body. Walking was going to need to be learned again. When you got your right hand back writing and holding things as well. Nothing time couldn't fix. Maggie was the person to mostly look after you. You were a welcome distraction from her mind.

Later that day was when you said something that shook her. To see your mind healing and remember. You were just staring out the window while the sun started to set.

"I was a mercy kill."

You went to sleep shortly after. It was probably time to tell you the truth. Before you could think of all the worsts before hand.

Your POV

Being woken up by Jesus pulling you out of bed with haste and to carry you and hide you under the trailer was not what you were expecting. He was saying 'their here' and 'need to stay here and be silent.' You were laying under the trailer in dirt. It was finally catching up to what had happen just then. You didn't know all the things you probably should but you knew it would come naturally. While you lay there waiting for Jesus to tell you it was safe you remember that a few days ago you thought he was the literally Jesus for a second longer then you would like to admit.

You saw men taking things all around you. These were the asshole who did this to you. You remember when you woke up in the back of the truck. Two bodies beside you. You knew one was Abraham but didn't have the guts to ask who the other was. You just couldn't handle it at the moment. Others thought that to if they didn't say anything about it.

You were starting to get cold. But you saw that the men were leaving now. When the men were gone you don't think you could get out of there by yourself if you tried. When a group of people were quickly making your way over to you, you sighed ready to get up out the dirt. It was Maggie's voice you first heard. She sounded like she was panicking, "Did you hide her? Where is she?" She sounded to be directing this to Jesus. Then you heard a voice that surprised you, "What? Hide who?" It was Rosita. They got closer to you before Jesus spoke and lent down to were he put you. "She's ok, I put her here."

Jesus start to pull you out revealing who you were to Rosita. You just popped out being dragged by under your arms. "Hi" She gasped and lent down to help pick you up off the floor. "Your still alive..." she looked about ready to cry. You smiled, "Damn r-right I am." You would have had more trouble standing if Jesus wasn't helping but also leaning into Rosita while hugging you helped. It was Sasha who came to help you back to your bed while the others talked some more.

It was later that evening eating dinner when everybody was in Jesus's trailer. Everyone was talking while you stared at your left hand trying to move it to the best of your ability. Your body felt like it had latency that's why is was so hard to do anything. You and Maggie were now on your own with them taken Dr. Carson. You sighed and looked around you decided it was time. You needed to know.

"What happened that day..."

It went quiet before all eyes went to you. It was Maggie who first tried to start but Rosita cut in. "What do you remember." You bit your lip and look off into the distance. "Seeing what happened to Abraham, I was struggling to breath... I remember the feeling of the bat. I didn't pass out as soon as it hit me. I froze. Played dead even." You paused before sucking in a breath, your voice was still slow and looked to take a lot of focus to do, because it did.

"I woke up next to two bodies..."

Now is when Maggie spoke, "Daryl had punched Negan after he hit you." You sucked in a breath and held it. "He tried to kill you unprovoked, I don't blame Daryl." She looked into your eyes. "Negan killed Glenn." The air in your lungs released and a shaky hand came to cover your mouth, tears filling your eyes. The room was silent for a moment before she spoke again. "Daryl punched him and distracted him from you. Negan would have kept swinging at you." You closed your eyes to soak in the information. You were alive at Glenn's expense. "There's more." You opened your eyes to look at her.

"They took Daryl as there prisoner."

Part 3

Feedback welcomed and requests open!

Reunions coming next part :)

Also little disclaimer I’m really dyslexic so sorry with grammar or spelling that is messed up!

[gyu-vinnie]

HAI POOKIEEEE !! 15, 36, 132 with gyuvin please ^_^

“you don’t get to touch”/ “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”/ “no, you started this, now you’re gonna finish it”

the gyuvin brain rot is getting to me pookie 😭

you weren’t in your right mind earlier, you swear! you knew you shouldn’t have been teasing gyuvin earlier, but you couldn’t help it! he just looked so hot on stage. you knew you shouldn’t have sent him those pictures, but you needed to help him know how neoedy he makes you. normally that plays out in your favor, him coming home and giving what you want, but it wasn’t supposed to turn out like this.

when he got home, the first thing he did was call your name. you came downstairs, looking at him with a wide, innocent smile. you thought he would return the smile, but he didn’t. he didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes made that smile drop from you face instantly.

“when i get upstairs, i want you naked, faced down on the bed. you don’t understand how angry i am right now, love”

and that’s how you ended up here, on your knees, staring up at him expectently. he was removing his garments of clothing in a teasingly slow pace, but you knew better than to complain.

once he was finally stripped of all his clothes, he walked closer to you, holding his cock right in front of your mouth, “suck, love.” biting back a smile, you reached your hand up to grab cock, but he popped you hand.

“you don’t get to touch.” suppressing a whine, you opened your mouth for him, gyuvin instantly entering you mouth with a deep groan.

you placed both of your hands in your lap, trying to ground yourself as you started moving your head. gyuvins hand found its way to your head, gripping some of your hair and pushing deeper in your mouth, causing you to gag.

after a few sighs, groans, and gags, gyuvin started to thrust into your mouth. it started at a relatively do-able pace, hit then he started moving faster, hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag for frequently.

you put your hands in his thighs, despite him telling you not to, trying to push him away to breathe. he does move, but just enough to let your breathe, not even fully leaving your mouth.

you looked at him with pleading eyes, still trying to push him away. he looked at you and tsked, turning his head to the other side of the room and poking his tongue into his cheek. he chuckled and looks at you with a teasing smile. “no, you stared this, now you’re gonna finish it.”

you whined, but knew you couldn’t do anything about it. when he pushed back fully into your mouth, you gagged again because of the force, sending vibrations through his cock and making him moan. when he looked down, you where staring up at him with teary eyes. he shut his own eyes, knowing that he’ll cum instantly at the sight, but he couldn’t help but peak again.

this time, there were tears rolling down your cheek and, “f-fuck-”

and just like that, he came in your mouth without warning. when you started to cough a bit, he pulled out of your mouth and dropped down to his knees.

gyuvin cupped your cheeks with his hands, wiping away your tears and whispering praises to you and asking if your okay. when he didn’t get a response, he got worried and instantly started apologizing, smoothing down your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

you smiled at him and stuck out your tongue, showing him that you swallowed every single drop of his cum. his eyes widened and he started laughing.

“your such a whore”

[wrathofrats]

Thinking about Aether and Phantom quintosis lesson. It's all going well and all, Aether's letting Phant explore his head on his own a little because he's actually really talented y'know! And then he hits a particular spot and Aether goes brainless, practically drooling on spot if yk what I'm onto...

Everyone always comes to Aeth to shut their thoughts up, but now he's on the receiving end for the first time in a whiiiile and he's just gone.

Just a big brainless quint :)

Shakes you violently because I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw it

(Warning that this is a little dubious but consent is implied and implied to have been discussed prior, just didn’t want it to come out of nowhere in case someone isn’t up for that 🫶

Also I made it weird bc confident phantom has been on my brain recently)

Aether talks him through it. Takes phantoms hands and places them on either side of his head, covering them with his own.

He trusts him under his own supervision, able to step in if something were to go wrong.

It’s easy, to aethers surprise. Phantom being able to pick at different memories, emotions, doesn’t take long for phantom to start trying to control his limbs.

“Am I doing that?” Phantoms eyes light up when aether hand moves slowly to the side.

“You are bug, good job”

Aether thinks it’s cute watching him get so excited over his powers.

Different tour memories flash in and out as phantom practically rummages through his brain like a storage bin. His face muscles twitch while phantom drags over certain nerves. Quintessence can be a dangerous game in the wrong hands, the power to as you please to someone only to be trusted in the right hands.

A particular wave of fuzz washes over aether as phantom gets a little more confident with the electricity he has wrapped around his mind. He feels cloudy, it’s not unfamiliar but he knows exactly what phantom is doing considering he’s done it to the other ghouls countless times before.

“Bug…..” aether warns taking a deep breath. He feels like there’s cotton behind his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and more manual.

Phantom prods again. A sharp buzz in the base of his skull and it’s hard for aether to get out the words to warn him again.

Phantom understands what he’s doing, especially considering this form of mind control has been done to him before. it’s the only reason aether hasn’t removed him yet but it’s a helpless and almost calming sort of feeling, looking up to see phantom smiling at him with his magic completely taking over his senses.

“Please let me take care of you?” Phantom tips aethers chin up to look at him, the other hand caressing his cheek. Aether can feel just a bit more quintessence slip in as he nods.

He’s completely brainless, barely a thought besides what’s directly in front of him and a small attempt to keep his breathing normal. It’s all he can do to keep his vision straight, mind full of static and he can’t help but smile at phantom, giggling slightly. A comfortable mindless state of pleasure.

“Never been able to have you all stupid for me have I aeth?” Phantom teases. It’s light hearted in nature but god it does something to aether. He could practically drool if he really wanted to, phantoms light teasing enough to have him salivating. Something so delicious about being able to have your thoughts shut up and being taken care of, aethers been craving it for a while.

A delicate hand pushes its way under aethers shirt. Phantom looks for any sign of protest before lifting it off of his body and discarding it on the floor beside them. Aethers immediately handsy, giggly and trying whatever he can to get phantom back on him. His limbs feel like they’re full of concrete as he tries to reach up to pull him closer. Time moves slow, almost too slow for him with the idea phantoms put into his head of him doing whatever he wants to him.

Phantom makes quick work of his own clothes while aether chews his lip, small moans escaping as phantom strips in his lap. He’s easy like this, hard and stupid and just desperate for anything from phantom he can get.

“You’re needy when you’re like this” phantom teases, reaching for the buttons on aethers pants. “Big and stupid like a whore should be”

Phantom grabs aethers hand, pulling it around his waist to finger himself with it, “your fingers are thicker than mine, gotta stretch myself out to take you baby” phantom gasps as he pushes aethers fingers into himself

It’s a tight stretch, phantom working himself with two of aethers fingers guided by his own, if he’s not careful he could probably just use aether like this and cum in his lap but oh, he wants to see how bad aeth can get when he sits on his cock.

Aethers streams out incoherent pleas and curses as phantom finally pulls him out, stroking him a couple times just to hear him whimper

“Fuck you’re much better like this, dumb and useful, just a dildo for me to use right?”

[yoongswrites]

Brutally Broken || BTS ff || 18+ || OT7 || Chapter 1

Pairing - Y/n x 0T7

Genre - Dark Romance

Warning ⚠ - Sensitive content ahead. Mature content. Forced s*x. Slapping. Unprotected s*x. Uncensored. Sl*t shaming. Weak Female lead. Self harm. Strong language. Read at your own risk.

"Please stop, it h-urts"

She placed her hand on his hard abs in order to stop him. He grabbed her hand and twisted it. She cried under him.

"Is she still not obedient yet?"

Namjoon said while drinking wine.

"Let me teach her a lesson"

Hoseok exclaimed and grabbed her face. He slapped his d*ck on her face.

"My little sl*t"

He forces his d*ck on her mouth. He growled loudly at the sudden warmness of her mouth.

"Ahh so good"

He fucked her mouth open. She choked as its too deep for her. She couldn't breath. Tears stream down her eyes.

Taehyung slammed himself on her wet p*ssy. His thrust were strong. She just laid there under them.

"She makes me hard"

Jimin laughed. He makes her held his cock and strokes himself.

Hoseok is getting desperate. He fasten his moments. His d*ck twitchs in her mouth.

She cried. She wanted to push him off her but she couldn't.

He is slamming himself in her mouth as if it's her pussy.

"I'm cumming slutty who're. Don't you dare to waste a drop"

He says and after few hard thrust he cums in her mouth. She felt breathless at a moment. She coughed. She couldn't swallow it all. Her throat is burning.

"You b*tch"

He slapped her face hard and grabbed her hairs roughly. He spits in her mouth.

"Sallow"

He commanded. She swallowed it. He pats her head.

"Now let me fuck that mouth"

Jimin exclaimed and hoseok left her. Jimin grabbed her face. He slapped her hard.

"You b*tch, you said I wasn't your type right? Now let me teach you what you deserve"

She shook her head. She felt helpless. She can feel Taehyung twitch inside her. Her head feels dizzy.

"P-please-"

She couldn't complete her sentence as jimin slammed his dick in her mouth.

"So warm. Just like that slutty pussy"

He started to fuck her mouth open. He almost choked her with his cock. Taehyung pulled himself put and thrusts in her ass hole.

She felt breathless. She couldn't move. Taehyung slapped her reddish tits. She started shaking terriblely.

"This hole is nothing but a cum dump. It's made to r*ped again and again. This bitch wants nothing but a big dick to fuck her brain out"

Taehyung moans and cums inside her. He leaves her and laid on the sofa. Namjoon walked towards and position himself at her entrance.

"So wet"

His sudden thrust was hard and strong. Jimin finally released in mouth. She couldn't sallow it quickly. She kept in her mouth. Jimin grabbed her neck.

"Disobedience bitch, Didn't jungkook teach to how to be obedient"

He chocked her hard cutting her breath out. She panicked and tried to remove his hands but nothing work.

Namjoon fucked her more aggressively. She is quite sensitive from the previous orgasm.

Jimin leaves her. She was thrown on the floor by namjoon. He hovered over her. He is the cruelest among them.

She feels her legs breaking. It hurts like hell. She mouth burns along with her pussy which is totally red in colour.

She feels disgusted. She couldn't take it anymore. Her loud cries filled the room. Blood started coming out of her vagina.

"S-low..Do-wn"

"you want it harder huh"

He thrusts aggressively. Her back slams against the floor with each thrust. He turned her over and slammed her from back.

He roughly grabbed her hairs. Her scalp are burning from pain. Her vision is getting blured.

Blood flows along her legs. Cum messily spread all over the bed.

He slapped her ass wanting her to thrust back. And she slowly did. He mercilessly thrusted inside her poor hole.

He cums inside her with a loud groan. He pulls out. But she was again thrusted by Seokjin.

"Still so tight"

He fucks her hard. He grabbed the belt and tied her hands.

"You're looking like a slutty dog. Just so freaking fuckable"

He groaned and aggressively thrusted the dildo inside her. She screamed at the sudden pain.

"Please stop"

She yelled and he grabbed her hairs. He bites her earlobe while slamming deep inside her.

She struggled to get out of his grip. He chocks her from behind.

Cum spread all over the floor. The floor is wet and messy.

"You *Thrust* Fucking *Thrust* Who're *Thrust*"

He after few minutes of hard thrust release her hands and weakly support herself.

He kept slamming until he cums deeply inside her. Her whole body aches. She  is literally shaking. He let himself in her for few seconds and He pulls out and  Her weak body hurts. Her face was bruised. She weakly held herself to stand but she falls on him.

She doesn't have any energy left. Her eyes doesn't have any tears left down. Her hands weakly hold on him. The person whom she thought she could spend her life with. The person with whom she shared her every secret, every sorrow, every happiness. The person whom she did nothing but loved him with her whole heart. The person whom she desired to be with.

Her teary eyes looks into his. Her bruised hands weakly hold into him.

Her Boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

This is just a mere imagination. Please don't take it seriously. i don't mean to hurt anyone emotions. There is no involvement of any member in such things. Please if you are sensitive reader then please don't read it. Im not forcing anyone to read it. Please don't take it seriously and get offended.

Do share your comment and vote down if you like it. Thank you...

[eventinelysplayground]

A Sleeping Rabbit

There was a post a bit back by @ichgakr01270910 wondering about Chevaliers pov for Chapter 10 and if there was a fanfic out. I don't know if there was one but I got inspired by the post and wrote this. This was also the highest voted WIP in my recent poll. This pulls from not only Chevaliers route but also his episode 0 story, as always don't have to have read the extra bit to enjoy this fic. Emma's fallen asleep in Chevaliers room causing him to think of his past again. WC approx 940 also tagging @aquagirl1978 and @kraiyne because they were interested in this topic as well.

Ridiculous

Chevalier scoffed in disapproval as he peered down at Emma's face while she lay sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Not even that woman was foolish enough to allow herself to fall asleep in my presence.

“Did I not just warn you simpleton?”

Chevalier did not expect a reply to his question.

‘Prove here and now that you have enough of a brain packed into that small head of yours to defend yourself.’

For a frightened rabbit it was a creative idea and proves she is at least capable of thinking under unfavorable circumstances. As foolish as the position of Belle is, it would be an annoyance to have to restart the process from the beginning if any harm were to befall her.

Chevalier went to move but just as he did Emma snuggled closer to him letting out a contented sigh. The warmth from her body seeped through into his own and although an unfamiliar feeling Chevalier found that it was not entirely unwelcome.

You not only fall asleep in the arms of the Brutal Beast but you would willingly move further into his clutches? How foolish can no… wait.

‘Prince Chevalier, you're not a beast- you're a person.’

These actions are not from foolishness but your misguided belief that I am a person.

Chevalier had truly been stunned when Emma had made her declaration that he was indeed a person.

I have been accused of being many things but a person was never one of them, yet this simpleton declares me to be one without hesitation. Even that woman knew I was a beast…

‘You’ll never be loved by anyone.’

'Why is that?'

'Because you're a beast without a human heart.'

Chevalier let out a disgusted sigh. He moved more cautiously this time and managed to remove himself from his bed and Emma.

I shall have someone fetch her mutt and have him carry her back to her room.

Chevalier strode over to the door but stopped short, his hand hovering above the handle. It was not like him to hesitate and yet he found himself doing just that.

It is late if she is seen being carried from my room that will only further fan the flames of these ridiculous rumors. Yet if my fool of a brother were to find her here in the morning, the rumors will be ‘confirmed’ and lead to a tiresome and pointless conversation with four eyes.

After what seemed to be a long deliberation Chevalier withdrew his hand from its place above the door handle, turning around to study Emma for a moment.

She has already meddled enough in these matters that there is no escape for her now and there are ways I can use these rumors to my advantage.

That was the rationalization that Chevalier used for his actions; however even as he stood there he was aware that his actions were only creating more work for himself and putting Belle at greater risk. Yet even knowing that he found himself pushing that knowledge away in favor of keeping her by his side.

At least her knowledge of books is proving to be useful.

Chevalier reached down to the books on his desk that had originally brought Emma to his room. He picked one at random and returned to his bed, settling himself awkwardly if not carefully beside Emma. After a while Chevalier found her soft rhythmic breathing drawing his attention more so than the book he had chosen.

Curious.

Chevalier hesitantly reached down and tentatively ran his fingers over her hair, it was soft to the touch and smelled faintly of citrus and roses. Emma suddenly stirred under his hand letting out a contented sigh and Chevalier removed his hand from her hair. He attempted to return to his book however he quickly gave up as his thoughts continued to wander.

This is nonsense, why am I wasting valuable time with such senseless actions? After all

‘Because…because it's unnatural to be so calm about it! Neither the King nor I can find it in ourselves to love you any longer. As long as you don't know what love is, you'll remain a beast forever.’

Nothing has changed since then, I have always been the Brutal Beast. But perhaps…

‘I won't argue that you can be as cruel and merciless as a beast. However, I don't think that's all you are.’

Chevalier lay back down on his side in bed with Emma's back to him. His eyebrows knit together in concentration and his ice blue eyes were filled with a forgotten longing.

Perhaps this simpleton truly is capable of seeing deeper, into the very essence of a beast? That first day in town she faced me directly and didn't avert her gaze even when I drew my sword on her.

Although there were no assassin's in his room tonight, Chevalier still fought. As he stared down at Emma the fight played out within his icy eyes. Just like against a physical opponent the fight ended quickly however there was no clear victor in this fight and Chevalier sighed.

No, it is more likely she has been influenced by all the romantic tales she has read and her simple life. Once she has spent more time in the palace she will see there is no value to emotions or attachments, especially to a beast.

Despite his carefully crafted thoughts, Chevaliers body betrayed him. He pulled Emma tightly to his chest as carefully as he could manage and held her there, her warmth seeping into him and continuing to thaw the coldness it found inside as he drifted off to sleep.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

could you pls do no. 44 with kanata? thank you 💕

Kanata Yatonokami:

44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.

The dark made it easier.

Kanata had been the one to suggest it which would endlessly surprise you, as you never thought he’d stay over night like this in the first place. And to think he was fine with sharing your bed when you had suspected he’d just take the couch… your getting injured must have bothered him more than you suspected. You had overheard his phone call with Nayuta too, who told him to stop worrying over stupid shit and just spend the night with honest intentions, but you didn’t entirely understand that part.

Must just be a twin thing.

The bed is even more comfortable with him in it, Kanata slipping under the covers like it was a daily routine. You felt your heart flutter at the thought of this being your first night spent in bed together, but there was a slight damper on the mood purely because of the circumstances surrounding why he was here to begin with.

“You never should’ve gotten hurt.” The ‘because of me’ was heavily implied from the pain in his voice, the way the blanket shifted as he moved further away from you. You reached out to stop him, fingers tightly wrapping themselves in the smooth material of his shirt; you winced in pain as your bruised ribs did not appreciate the sudden movement. You heard Kanata’s own sharp inhale, reacting to your pain, slowly rolling back to his side so your arm didn’t stretch beyond its limit.

“I’m okay!”

“Stop sayin’ that when I can hear you’re not,” Kanata hissed back, not wanting you to spare his feelings. His own stupidity had gotten you into a fight, and he should feel sorry for it.

“Okay, so I’m in a little bit of pain, but I don’t blame you. And it’s really pissing me off that you’re pulling away when I already said I forgive you.”

“I’m right here.” He lingered closer, and while it was hard to make out his face, you could feel how much distance had been closed between you. The conversation had died out but neither one of you moved, the silence ticking on so long you almost wondered if he had fallen asleep. He did not, because Nayuta’s use of ‘innocent, honest’ intentions echoed through his head. He had only planned to sleep on the couch, yet when you put up the offer to sleep in the bed together he couldn’t deny it. His mind wasn’t in the gutter yet but with how close you were, how you still hadn’t let him go, how he can smell your body wash that lingered on your skin, it was getting to him.

Kanata’s next move is, again, smothered in innocent intentions even if the location may bring that under review. Kissing was an inherently intimate thing to do, but to kiss while in thin, easily removable clothing, while in bed, just added to the emotion of the moment. He doesn’t think he deserved to kiss you after tonight, but you didn’t allow him to linger on that.

Your noses brushed thanks to Kanata, yet he wasn’t closing the gap quick enough. Perhaps he reached the end of his willpower, or he was filling himself with useless thoughts of doubt, but you could only wait so long. Your kiss is fast, too quick for him to truly appreciate, but it kicked his brain back into gear. The second kiss is led by him, still wary, gentle, like Kanata was holding himself back on purpose. You wanted to knock some sense into him but it seemed he was using his brain again, the kisses growing more confident.

You have no doubt something more would’ve happened if you weren’t covered in bruises, Kanata finding the self control to pull away, albeit very slowly. There was another silence but a much more comfortable one, where you both enjoyed the comfort of the other's warm body before slipping into a restful slumber.

[majorproblems77]

Taken by nightmares

TW - nightmares, Cia being creepy, warriors gets bullied by his own brain 101, warriors get his soul stolen (in the dream F), Sky gets a little present, but its not pleasant, blood

Running running running

He was running out of time

Time ticked forward. The flames rose higher. The pain in his soul turned sickly.

"LINK!"

Turning around he found a monstrous beast.

Ganondorf.

The glow of the stolen fragments of the triforce shone from his head as the beast stomped forward. But he felt frozen in place.

Impa lay still on the ground nearby. He was too late to save her.

He raised the master sword in front of him, her glow reflecting in the beast's eyes. A final light in the darkness that was consuming the world around them as it fell away in pieces. The screams of his fellow soldiers echoed through the abyss as the wind picked up into a torrent of pain and destruction.

"You have failed."

A sickening voice echoed from behind him. Female....

Cia...

Unable to move he found hands tracing up his arms as nails dug into his flesh. slow steady footsteps filled his ears as she came into view. Her eyes glowed crimson as she tilted her head and smiled.

"You caused this pain." she smiled. Plaicing a hand to his chin as she drew herself into his face. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears. "You should have given yourself to me. It would have made this so much easier..."

He couldn't speak. He couldn't get away.

Trapped.

Alone.

"My chosen one, my perfect soul. Give yourself to me."

He struggled, he cried, but no noise came out.

Let me go! Let me go!

"Your gods can't hear you now..." She giggled, as she took a step back from him, "By my guiding hand, you are mine to the end!" Turning to him she raised her staff, a dark red mist emanating from its gemstone. Stretching across from her and ensnaring him in its grip.

Gold light begain to stretch across his body, "I will manipulate you into my image. And together my hero we shall rule this world."

Nonononononononononono

Let him go!

"..nk"

He could feel his very essence being drawn from him as the darkness began to seep into his bones.

"....ink..."

Just another sacrifice for her war.

Just another one converted to her perfected image...

"LINK!"

Bolting upright the first thing he did was grab the thing in front of him. Turning it around as a scream of pain left it. Green and red filled his vision as gold joined it.

"Link it's okay!"

"NO! NO I WONT BE A PUPPET! I WON'T BE PART OF YOUR PERFECT IMAGE!" He gripped tighter. forcing the object into the green fabric. Another sound reached his ears. Another yell. More pain more suffering.

"Sky can you get free?"

Sky?

"No."

Sky? Sky... Sky...

The next thing he registered was a knife in his hands. A blade pressed against skin. Panicked voices.

"Step back. You're scaring him." A calm voice, unwavering and unafraid.

Who were they ? They wanted to kill him. They were going to kill him or take him to Cia or or or...

"Link. It's okay. The threat has passed." He pushed the steel against the man's neck. "Put the knife down. No one is going to hurt you."

Dusty blond hair filled his vision. As he registered the wrist in his hand roll slightly.

"Who do you work for?" His voice was low, and the knife pressed tightly against his neck. "You have five seconds."

"I work for Hylia. My name is Link. Like yours. I'm a hero from an age before yours." The man spoke plainly and slowly.

Other Links? Other Links...

the chain...

He moved the knife away slowly but The man did not relax. "Put the knife down, captain. It's okay..."

"Its okay... ITs okay.... Its okay..." Slowly repeating it to himself he moved the blade ever so slowly away from his neck. Watching for sudden movements.

The shift of grass from a boot...

On instinct, he turned the blade and stabbed quickly. Finding his blade stopped short of the man's neck by his own arm. Which was now dripping crimson red blood.

Pushing the man to the ground he jumped on top of him, removing the blade from his arm and trying to space it into the neck where it would be safest.

If they can't talk they can't tell. If they can't tell they can't find you.

The man below him pushed away at his arms, pain ghosted his features as he found leverage and twisted his body sending him to the ground. The man above him pinned him down, his arms placed above his head as he felt something heavy collapse across his legs.

"Warriors! It's me! Sky!" The piercing blue eyes looked down at him.

Sky... Sky....

Sky!

He let out a gasp before looking towards the skyloftian again. "Sky?"

"Yep. Thats me. You back?"

Everything came rushing back to him. He'd attacked Sky. He'd almost killed him.

Dear hylia....

"Sky?"

"You had a bad dream, that knocked your senses for a bit." The skyloftian smiled. and offered him a hand.

He offered him a hand?!

His eyes fixed to the skyloftians bracer where blood pooled around some damage. He didn't say anymore. Turning away. "I'm sorry..."

He felt a pat on his shoulder. "I'm okay." You could hear the grimace in his voice. Trying to hide the pain. "Get some rest, we can talk in the morning."

Why would he want to talk to him in the morning?

"I almost killed you!" He spoke to the air. His voice filled with shock as a hand raised to his lips.

"You were taken by a nightmare. That is not your doing." Sky's voice was unwavering and calm.

How could he be so calm at a time like this?

"I...." He tried again.

"No. Get some rest. We will talk in the morning."

Curling up on his side he spoke no more, but he would not sleep either. The threat of nightmares returning too close for comfort.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 13: Awakening

Third POV

"What's your name?" Ford asked Dipper for what seemed like the one hundred times.

"M.....ma...Mason pines."

Ford eyes widen in shock while Mable looks hopeful. Maybe, just maybe this method he's using is working. After weeks and weeks of endless torment, Dipper can finally be back to their normal.

Dipper, however, looks lifeless. His eyes hold an emptiness that one wishes to dive into. He feels his true self slipping and can't do anything to stop. While the other two are hopeful, he feels hopeless, helpless.

The moment Ford began his mental treatment on Dipper, his mind began falling apart. All his ideas, all his plans, his future is disappearing. You could say he's a mindless puppet. To be more specific, he's their puppet.

"How old are you, Mason?" Ford asked.

"Tw -....Twenty five years....o-old..." Dipper stutters.

Ford looks pleased. He decides to ask one more question. "Who are your family?"

"...mom...d-dad....St-Stanley pines...Standf-ford pines...a-and Mable Pines. " He said blankly, staring straight ahead with widen eyes that holds no emotion.

"Grunkle Ford, I think it worked!" Mable cheers with a bright smile on her face.

"Not quite yet. I'm going to have to reprogram his brain to our liking, which will take some time. I'm going to perform electric shock therapy. Dipper is still able to think on his own. In order for the reprogramming to work, his ability to think needs to be non-existent." Ford explains, removing the skinny metal sticks from Dipper's head.

Mable tilts her head, not understanding anything Ford said. ".....huh?"

Ford sighs heavily, placing the sticks onto the table while grabbing the machine used for shock therapy. "For old Dipper to come back, this new Dipper needs to go bye-bye." He said with the roll of his eyes.

"Oooooooohhhh!" Mable giggles. "I get it now!.......huh? Well, it's not my fault I don't understand all that science stuff Pacifica....well, at least my parents don't mind that I'm slow! And calling someone slow is very mean." Mable pouts, pushing the air as if someone is next to her.

Ford looks at his great niece with pity. Ford and Stan caught Mable talking to herself one day. She explained how she's able to see her dead loved ones thanks to the deal she made with Bill. Ford concluded that Mable is a lost cause. He wants to help her, but his form of 'help' would only cause more damage. So, Stan and Ford decided to no longer question it and play along for Mable's happiness.

Ford walks over to Dipper, placing the two metal ends on each side of Dipper's temples. "Mable plug up the machine and turn it to high. We have no time to waste, but get that belt off the table and place it into his mouth in between his teeth."

"Why do I have to put a belt into his mouth?" Mable questions, getting the belt and placing it in between his teeth.

"Once the machine in turns on, his body will react by twitching and cleching his teeth so hard that they'll break." He explains.

Mable cringes. "Groooooooss." She whines while turning on the machine to its highest level.

Ford and Mable watch Dipper, waiting for his reaction. Dipper's body tenses, his teeth cleching as his body twitches uncontrollably. His muffled screams are be heard through the belt.

"When....will this all end?" ,are his last thought that quickly vanishes.

Meanwhile, with Bill in his castle, he's currently crying out in excruciating pain. Bill is sitting in his human-made throne, blood flowing out of his ears and eyes mixing with his tears. He can't understand how he's able to feel the pain his pinetree is in, but he doesn't care. All Bill cares about is finding his pinetree, but he's too weak. He's been sitting at his throne for weeks, either crying out in pain or ordering his 'friends' to find his pinetree. So far, they came up with nothing. It's as if Dipper vamished into thin air.

"Bill, we found him!" Teeth shouts, running over to him.

"THEN. WHY. ISN'T. HE. HERE?!" Bill shouts through his teeth.

"Uh, b-boss, he was taken by the Pines family." Eight ball stutters, nervously.

Bill's eye turns completely red, his form grows, towering over them. "HOW THE HELL ARE THEY EVEN ALIVE?! I KILLED THEM ALL!" Bill shouts in rage.

"Th-they were clones b-boss....we tried g-getting inside, but they h-have that shield protecting that sh-shack." Teeth answers with fear lacing his tone.

Bill eye widens. His body turns red as his form grows even more. Bill finally understands why he's able to feel his little pinetree's pain, and that enrages him even more. "THEN FIND A WAY TO BREAK IT DOWN OR SO HELP ME I'LL-" his threat is cut short by his own screams. His body turns back to normal, his hands over his head.

"Boss!" Teeth and eight ball shout in unison.

The two rush to Bill's aid, but he push them back with the little energy he has left. "J-Just go get Dipper....a-and send Pyronica to me...now." Bill orders.

Bill's tone sent chills through them. "Y-yes boss!" They shout, running out of the castle.

Pyronica then appears, helping Bill back onto his throne. "Bill, you can't keep going on like this."

"Don't you think I know that wise guy?" He groans, thankful the pain subsided.

"Have you figured out why you're able to feel his pain?" She asked cautiously, not wanting to piss Bill off even more.

Bill glares at her, making Pyronica flitch. "No, I haven't. Now get away from me and go help get my pinetree back..." He demands, trying to ingore the upcoming pain.

She quickly nods her head, rushing out the castle and leaving Bill to scream, alone in pain. A certain emotion crawls into Bill. A emotion he wishes to never feel again. Helplessness. He feels so weak to the point that he can't rescue his poor pinetree. He can only hope that his useless minions bring back his little pinetree in one piece.

"Oi Poindexter! We have a problem outside!" Stan shouts down to Ford.

Ford sighs in frustration. He removes the metal from Dipper's head, laying them on the ground. He goes to turn off the machine and stands in front of Dipper. "I think he's had enough." He hums, walking over to the table and grabbing what looks to be a helmet with two long metal hooks in the front. "Mable, go up and get that roll in television, then help Stanley with whatever he needs."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Mable said, doing an army salute before running out and returning with the roll in TV. She glances at Dipper with a bright smile before running back out to help Stan.

Ford places the helmet on top of Dipper's head, putting the hooks underneath Dipper's eyelids. He tightens them, causing Dipper's eyes to stay forcefully open. Ford stands back and takes a look at him.

Dipper pines looks horrendous. Blood still trickling out of his ears and eyes. Drool dripping out from the corner of his mouth. Dried up bloody wounds covering eighty percent of his body. The two demon tattoos that covered his back and bicep completely gone and replaced with an somewhat infection that will be tended to....eventually.

Ford places a VHS tape into the VHS player. He turns on the TV and turns off the light within the room. "This is for your own good, Dipper. You'll be as good as new..." He said before walking out.

The tape plays memories of Dipper's childhood and civil human like activities and qualities. Dipper watches with a meaningless stare, his brain slowly taking in the information. The old Dipper is now being reformed into a clone of his former self. This is until someone....or something decides to awaken Dipper's lifeless subconscious.

"Aye...aye kid!" The voice shouts within Dipper's mind.

Dipper said nothing, still staring blankly at the tv screen. His eyes start to burn from lack of moisture, but Dipper still says nothing.

The voice sighs, "I guess I'll have to shock his subconscious back to life." The voice hums, sending blue colored electric current through his brain.

Dipper suddenly jumps, some form of life returning to his eyes. "Hu...huh?"

"Good. Finally I have your attention."

"I.....wh-who's there?" Dipper asked in confusing.

"I'm simply a voice inside your head.....ooooooooo." the voice mocks jokingly.

Dipper frowns but says nothing. Instead, he waits for the voice to speak again.

".....not a jokester, I see. How disappoinenting."

"Just tell me who you are." Dipper demands impatiently, still taking in the information from the tv unwillingly.

"Well, I'm alcor! A fellow demon. You could say I'm similar to Bill, but without the death death! Destruction! Meaningless killings! And destroying everything."

Dipper is shock. How can he be in contact with another demon? How and why is this demon speaking from within him. "How are you different from Bill and...how.... are you even -"

"Talking within you? Well, that's easy, you're possessed! Aha, just kidding. I'm actually a part of you, but that question is too broad to answer right now, and I'm nothing like that psychotic idiotic dream beast. He just takes and takes and takes whatever he wants by force. I, however, give creatures options. For example: they either give me what I want and die a painless death or I take what I want and kill them in...well whatever mood I feel for that day depends on how brutal of a death they receive."

Dipper groans. "......sounds pretty similar to Bill..."

"Aye! At least I take value in certain things!" The voice shouts defensively.

"Oh really.....like what?"

"Uh.........what do humans like again?...flowers?"

".....you're stupid." Was all Dipper said.

"Keep talking to me like that, and I won't help you out of here." The alcor ponders.

"Fine, fine. Sorry." He said too weak to argue back.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, what year is it? I've been trapped for millenia."

"It's 2019." Dipper said flatly.

"Ah, 2019......carry the two... minus the one.... divided by five....right, so I forgot how old I am."

"How can you....just get me out of here if you can..." Dipper said, slowly losing consciousness.

"Oh no, no! No more of this pity torment. Child's play if you ask me. You rest for now, kid, I'll take care of everything." Alcor said his ton, giddy.

Alcor quickly begins to fully awaken within Dipper. The male's birthmark of the big dipper begins glowing a bright yellow shade. His ears morphes into elf like ears, his Iris changing to yellow while his eyes become completely black. Yellow flames coats his eyes and body, his flames now changing into a suit. His hair becomes longer while his bangs shorter, reveling the glowing birthmark. The tie is similar to Gideon's amulet, but the Jewel is colored yellow and holds no special meaning nor magic. Yellow flames begin to randomly appear in the room, the tv engulfed in flames. Alcor burns the rope from Dipper's wrist and ankles, not damaging the suit. The tattoos return onto dippers' skin, his wounds healing completely but leaves visible scaring.

Alcor now stands, the demonization finally complete. He fixes his tie and adjustments on the sleeves of the suit. With a sly smirk, yellow flames cover his hands as he slowly walks towards the door. "Now, for some real excitement to begin."

[strangesthirdeye]

CHAPTER 5: TRUST ME, I'M THE DOCTOR

"don't you suit up?" Tony asked as he glanced at your figure who was sitting on the floor of the room fumbling with a strange object in your hand.

"what?" you looked up to his face.

"You don't suit up? Like use a suit or any weapon to fight? Anything?" Tony replied.

"nahh, I'm not the kind of alien who really like suit up like you all.. I'm just.. An ordinary alien, eh? My only weapon is my sonic screwdriver and my brain.. that's all" you replied then continue fidgeting the strange small objects like chips.

"Really? Then how do you fight and protect yourself if there is a threat? You said before that trouble always follows you but you never mentioned how you prevent it" Tony crossed his arms.

"I have people who help me actually.. I'm not always alone, mind you.. But I have a few best people help me to prevent it. I usually just swish my sonic and then some people help me and boom.. Everything is back to normal and they live happily" you muttered not even glancing at him as your attention was only on that strange and small object of yours.

Tony was silent for a moment. He is trying to rethink what you said in his mind. It's like you depend too much on your stance and people always offered to help you but everything turned well if everything was done by you. Then he decided to change subjects.

"What's that in your hand? Some sort of chip?" Tony pointed his index finger at the object in your hand.

You looked at him. "oh this.. it's just a small electric shock. Enough to wake up the daydreaming mind to return to reality" you explained.

"It would be great if it was given to young adults and teenagers out there" Tony murmured jokingly.

"oh yeah, those teens and young adults these days are very different from the others. I remembered teenagers and young adults during the first and second world wars were very different. They were very independent and had goals.. Maybe it's because the war they went through made them so it's like that compared to the current generation who just live carelessly after their country is safe" you muttered before the sonic chip for the final touch.

You raised the chip in your hand up to admire it with the light of the lamp. You automatically smile wide showing your full teeth. Very satisfied with your work.

"But this chip, Tony.. It has its own advantages. It is a chip to remove the mind control effect. Someone who is affected by Loki's mind control will come back to themselves if this chip is attached to any part of their body.. Just skins. Clothes not included.. I mean the shock can penetrate clothes, but it's better to go directly to the skin" you explained.

"and how do we put it?" Tony Cocked his head slightly.

"ahh it doesn't matter, whether you want to fight first before placing it or just well use your any kind of skills to attach it to the victim.. As long as it is attached to them then it's good" you replied, nodding your head several times.

Tony nodded understanding. "Just one? Those mind control chickens are bunch and you only make one?"

"Who said I only do one?" You then put a medium-sized box next to you and opened it. There are many chips that you make.

Tony mouthed agape. "you did this in one day?"

"I did say I have a time machine, right? Soo I kind of stole some time to make the master chip before making a copy of the master chip to make this chip" You scratched your neck.

"OH! I forgot!" you took out a medium-sized box from the pocket of your trench coat that was bigger on the inside. "there are a few master chips I made for all of you so that when we bump into Loki and if he tries to mind control us at least these chips can prevent him from controlling us.. It's like you and your metal suit, you know .. So take this and put it wherever your body part is comfortable. For me, I put it on my neck" you show the master chip attached to your neck.

Tony stared at you for a moment. Wondering why you seemed determined to help them without knowing who they are. Why are you not the type of alien that causes an invasion? He still can't believe his own eyes that you are an alien.. Like you look like a human but you are an alien. Tony blinked a few times before he kneel in front of you and he took the chip from you and stuck it to his neck.

"Well at least it's not icky" Tony muttered.

"No it's not" you smiled with satisfaction. "OH! I have to give it to the others, I'll come back later.. or not.. I'll probably wonder somewhere else before meeting them.. anyway, Tata!" you get up and run to the exit.

Tony stared at your retreating figure in wonder. Why? why do you want to help human? For what? Why not helping your own kind?

To make amends.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After giving Nat, Barton and Steve the chips you made even though Barton seems wary of you and he doesn't know who you are which makes him hesitant to accept the chip but after a few moments Nat assures him that you are not harmed and 'good alien', Barton finally accepted the chip.

But he is still wary of you so he keeps his distance from you which you are fine with because he is fresh out of mind controlling so he has trust issues with you.

Steve as always still trying to figure out about the technology you handed to him which you happily explained to him with an explanation that was easy for him to understand.

And now everyone is ready, everyone is suited up and ready to kick ass. You had to leave the Bounty and the TARDIS in the Hellcarrier because the situation probably won't allow you to park the TARDIS anywhere because you can feel that this alien invasion is really massive. So they will be safe in the Hellcarrier while you will throw yourself into danger as always but this time without Bounty and TARDIS.

You, Barton and Nat follow Steve from behind towards the lower hanger bay where the fighter jets are.

One of the staff on duty noticed the four of you and tried to stop the two of you from approaching the jet.

"Hey, you guys aren't authorized to

be in here. " the Shield Engineer said.

"Son, just don't" Steve warned him.

You glanced at Steve. 'Well, this is going to be more interesting' you thought after Steve warned the young staff to go and let you four feet into the Jet. The Shield Engineer finally gave up and let the four of you into the Jet.

Nat and Barton walked toward the control panel and started the engine while you and Steve took the seats and buckled up the belt.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Tony landed on the panel in his Tower as his suit began to deconstruct, one by one leaving him only his black t-shirt and track pants. His arc reactor glows in his chest.

He walked into his penthouse carefully and watching Loki who was admiring his insane work in the window. Loki upon noticing him began to walk in as well.

Inside the Penthouse the demigod started walking forward while the human started walking behind his bar. Preparing his drink.

"Please tell me you're going to

appeal to my humanity. " Loki said, not caring what Tony did in front of him.

"Uh- actually, I'm planning to

threaten you." Tony pointed out his 'reason' while smirking.

"You should have left your armor on for that" Loki said threateningly.

"Yeah, it's seen a bit of mileage. You've got the uh blue stick of destiny. Would you like a drink? " he offered while showing his glass to Loki.

Loki tilted his head to the side slightly. "Stilling me won't change anything." he smirked.

"No, no, no- threatening. No drink? Are you sure? I'm having one. " Tony said sarcastically while his hand started working.

"The Chitauri are coming, nothing will change that. What have I to fear?" Loki said with pride in his chest.

"The Avengers. It's what we call ourselves, sort of like a team. 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes' type of things." Tony acknowledged.

"Yes, I'm meeting them." Loki stared at Tony with his dangerous blue eyes.

"Yeah, it takes us a while to get anything

traction, I'll give you that one. But, let's do a head count here. Your brother, the Demi-God; The Timelady with her blue police box" Tony started listing those heroes.

Loki turned away from Tony. His eyes narrowed at the mention of Time Lady from Tony's mouth not noticing Tony was slipping a pair of bracelet around his wrist.

"A super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and you, big

fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them." Tony continued.

Loki smirked cynically. "that was the plan"

Tony started walking to the center of his Penthouse where Loki was. "Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they'll come for you. Tony threatened.

"I have an army." Loki replied.

"we have a hulk" Tony fought back.

"Oh, I thought the beast had wandered off." Loki remarked.

"And we got a genius Timelady with knowledge of every universe" Tony spoke.

"The extinct kind will not be able to bring me down" Loki said with a smirk.

"Yeah- you're missing the point. There is no throne, there is no version of this, where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it's too much for us, but it's all on you. 'Cause if we can't protect the earth, you can be damned well sure we'll avenge it" Tony snapped.

Loki began to lose his patience as he walked over Tony with a scepter in his hand pointing to Tony's chest where the arc reactor resides.

"How will your friends have time for

me, when they're so busy fighting

you?" he said tenaciously before beginning to tip his scepter over Tony's heart or arc reactor.

The scepter glowed with blue glows but then disappeared when it clicked over his arc reactor. Strange, usually it works.

"Well, performance issues. You know?" Tony cracked.

Loki lost his patience and grabbed Tony's neck, strangled him and threw him across the room. Tony grunted in pain and tried to get up.

"JARVIS, anytime now." Tony groaned before Loki walked towards him and choked him.

"You will all fall before me" He sneered at Tony's face before throwing Tony out the window.

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You got up from your seat and walked to the front of the control panel where Barton and Nat was, looking at the mess outside due to the entry of the foreign army. There the Tesseract was, emitting a deadly blue beaming pointed at the sky. Portal.

You gasped. "chituari" you start to get anxious.

Nat not noticing you next to her started speaking to the earpiece. "Stark, we're on a three heading north east."

"What, did you stop for drive-thru?

Swing that park, I'm gonna lay 'em

out for you. Tony said, sarcastically.

You hold Nat and Barton's seats as they both try to avoid Chituari flying outside, Eyes doesn't run away from all the mess. It's reminded you of 'that' bitter moment.

Barton and Nat try their best to avoid the Chituari as they release the canon gun from the jet and start shooting at the Chituari who are flying to capture New York City.

They fly through the smoke and up to Stark Tower.

The quinjet comes around a building, blasting the army who are firing at them. One of the wings is grazed by Chitauri

gunfire. But then the jet seems to point towards Loki and Thor who are fighting on top of Stark Tower. Nat, Barton and you witnessed the fight between the brothers.

"Nat" Barton spoke.

"I see 'em" Nat replied.

"Watch out!" you held the back of their seat as Loki used the scepter to blow up the jet's wing causing the situation in the jet to sway violently.

Nat and Barton trying to control the situation but the jet seems to have lost control. You held your breath as the jet seemed to hit all the buildings there before it crashed to the ground. The jet comes to stopped, you let out a sigh of relief when you found that you were unharmed. You got up and ran out of Jet following Steve.

You were stunned to see all the mess in that area. Chituari flying here and there attacking civilians. Those innocent people became victims because of Loki. You reached into your trench coat pocket to reach for your Sonic Screwdriver in case something happened.

Although sonic screwdriver is not used for fighting but at least it can sonic those Chituari vehicles or weapons to stop it works.

"We gotta get back up there." Steve stated.

You all ran onto the overpass, looking up at Stark Tower. But then you all freeze when you see the giant Leviathan come out of the portal. You are stunned.

'it happened again' you thought.

A warship of the Chitauri, flies through the portal with more warriors.Those warriors jump onto the side of buildings and into the

buildings where they shoot civilians. They sneered threateningly towards the civilians.

"Stark, are you seeing this?" Steve said, still watching the scenes.

"Where's Banner? Has he shown up

yet? Tony replied still not believing his eyes that he would witness such horrifying scenes.

"He's not here" you said before taking out your sonic from your pocket and sonic the one Chituari who was about to shoot you.

The Chituari's gun started to malfunction before it throws it gun and rushed towards you but then the Chituari slumped to the ground when Nat shot the Chituari.

You were stunned then glanced at Nat with a grateful look. Nat stared at you for a moment before taking out her other gun from her holster before handing it to you. You stared at the gun.

"take this, at least you can defend yourself" Nat stated.

You take the gun and stare at it for a moment. Not like you don't know how to use a gun, it just gun really not your thing.

"I'm sure you know how to use a gun. Make sure the gun is in good condition before returning it to me" Nat said.

You gripped the gun tightly in your hand. "I'll make sure you get this gun back in good condition" you paused. "no need to tell me what will happen if it is not in good condition"

All of you ran in the mess, counterattacking all the Chituari that appeared. Shoot, sonic, hit and shoot all the Chituari who try to attack you or the civilians who are saving themselves.

You quickly dodged the Chituari shot before you sonic it gun and shoot it in the head with the gun Nat gave you. You make an impressed face. Not knowing that you can do that. But then again, first you need to survive to maintain this life. Otherwise you will regenerate and change to a whole new 'person' again. And we don't need to leave this life short right?

You, Nat and Barton took cover in the back of the cab trying to take cover wherever Steve runs over to you all also took cover.

"We've got civilians trapped." Clint said after he noticed some civilians trapped not far from where you all are.

Loki who had already boarded the Chituari troop flew fast through the air past where you were all taking cover followed by several Chituari soldiers.

"Loki" you muttered, hands gripping the gun and sonic screwdriver tightly.

"They're fish in a barrel down

there" Steve said, referring to some civilians who were saving themselves.

"We need to close the portal before other things come out" You said to them all.

"It's too dangerous to go to the tower with all these flying aliens" Clint said while preparing his arrow.

"Think you all can help me get to the tower?" you looked at Steve, Clint and Nat hopefully.

"What are you thinking? Running around, endangering yourself just to get to that tower? no" Nat said with frustration.

"Well, I just got this idea that we use Loki's scepter to close the portal, seeing that the scepter and the Tesseract have the same sort of power," you suggested.

Nat stared at you for a moment. "what if it doesn't work?"

"It will work. Trust me, I'm the Doctor" you said with determination. "Besides, I will use shortcuts to get to the tower as long as those Chituari don't interfere"

The tree human only looked at you for a moment before they agreed with your plan.

"if you say so" Nat stood up and fired her gun at the incoming group of Chituari nearby. "We got this, It's good. Go!" she shouted before continuing to fire her gun.

You nodded and ran quickly towards the tower not before you fired your gun towards the nearby Chituari before entering the gap in the building to avoid colliding with Chituari. You looked up to the sky, a giant leviathan flying and destroying all the buildings in sight. You rushed quickly hoping to quickly reach the tower.

Steve is still reluctant to let you go to the tower alone as he is still trying to understand what you are trying to do. He looked at Clint who was still crouched behind the cab.

"You think you can hold them off?" Steve spoke towards Clint.

Clint smirked while his hands fiddling with the arrows and bow. "Captain, it would be my genuine pleasure" he put the arrow to his bow and began to set his target towards Chituari before releasing his arrow hitting Chituari in the head before the same arrows multiple split into two and hit the nearby Chituari. The tree Chituari dead on the spot.

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"left right left again right! Oh!" you shot Chituari who suddenly appeared. The Chituari growled before collapsing to the ground, dead.

You let out a big breath before running fast to the tower which is only a few steps if those Chituari don't attack you. You sonic-ing their weapons which lead to malfunction before shooting those Chituari in the head. But then when you want to shoot the last Chituari, you are dumbfounded when you find out that you are out of ammo.

You cursed the Sontarans even though it wasn't their fault before running towards the main entrance tower. The Chituari chased you until they entered the towet, crashing against the windows and various pieces of furniture in the tower until they broke just to get you.

You dodged and ran everywhere hoping to escape from the Chituari. You entered various rooms and corridors but then the Chituari just crashed into the wall and kept chasing you. You cursed again before deciding to enter the open office to hide from it.

You hold your breath as the Chituari seems to be trying to find you. You put your palms to your mouth and nose trying to hide your panting breath. You can still hear the sound of Chituari growling near you. You looked around the office trying to find anything that could be used as a weapon before your eyes focused on the scissors on the table.

We all know that the Doctor does not like violence but seeing that she is in this situation, she needs to do something brutal to save herself.

You reached for the scissors and held it tightly before slowly leaving the office. The hand holding the scissors was hidden behind your back as you slowly walked outside from the office. The Chituari started to sense you and growling at the sight at you before it rushed towards you at high speed and jumped on top of you making you both fall to the floor. You immediately defend yourself with your free hand while the hand holding the scissor starts quickly stabbing the Chituari's neck making the Chituari let out a pitiful whine and dead on top of you.

Your eyes widen when you go through that experience. You have never dealt with Chituari so closely in your life. Let alone kill it with your own hands. You let out a big sigh before pushing the dead Chituari's body off your body. You remained lying down, trying to calm down your racing hearts.

You sighed and stood up before supporting yourself by holding onto the wall. Your head feels dizzy after that scene, now you don't have time to rest. You looked around the place, trying to find a place to go up to the top floor. You are not sure if the elevator is working or not. If not you have to override it to work for you which takes time.

You strode towards the open elevator and pressed the top button which is obviously not working due to the problem you are going through now. You rolled up your sleeves a little before fishing out your non sonic screwdriver from your pocket and unscrewed the lift button panel to override it to work again.

"right" you fiddling the wire with your sonic screwdriver.

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"Why did she take so long to close the portal?!" Nat shouted as she fired her guns at the Chituari.

Steve hit the Chituari in the face with his shield hard. "don't know, what I hope she can make it to the portal."

"Wait, who's going to close the portal?" Tony interfered in the conversation.

"Y/n, she's going to close the portal with Loki's scepter" Nat replied.

"And you all didn't tell me that she's going to do that? Alone?" Tony said pretending to be upset as he dodged the Chituari's troops.

"We may just know her but that's what she said to us.. Trust her" Steve said while hitting the Chituari with his Shield.

"aye, you know I can hear right.. I am touched by your words, Captain." your voice is heard in their ears.

"what took you so long?" Barton said as he shot his arrows at Chituari who decided to change route towards him.

"Patience is a virtue" You said simply while sonic-ing the wire in your hand solemnly. Tongue sticking out of your mouth shows how focused you are with your work.

"Hurry up, those flying lizards are getting more and more" Tony said as he blasted his blast at the giant leviathan.

"aye, aye, tin man" you salute in your mind.

Tony rolled his eyes at the nickname.

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You put your sonic screwdriver in your pocket before screwing back the screw on the lift button panel. You then press the button at the top of the tower. The button light up, so was the light in the lift. You grinned with satisfaction.

"there you go, top of the world" you said as the lift door closed and the lift started going up to the top floor.

As soon as you reached the top floor of Stark Tower where the Tesseract was located, you quickly exited the elevator as time was running out. But then you stopped when Loki, suddenly crashed hard from the Penthouse window. He flipped himself back to stand. His face turned frustrated when his ride was interrupted.

Loki eyes looked around before his eyes focused on you. He stared at you for a moment before he smirked dangerously at you. He started to approach you.

"well well well, is this the Timelady that the human said? The one who's go by the name of the Doctor. The lady who possesses knowledge from the entire universe. The last of her kind" Loki said slowly, he approached you.

You stepped back from Loki trying to get away from him. Still remained silent and did not say anything. Loki grinned.

"Why are you silent? Cat got your tongue? Tell me, does this remind you of that 'war'? Are you going to do the same thing as you did in the past?" he disses you. Trying to make you lash out at him.

Your mind kept replaying the Time War after Loki mentioned that. Everything reminded you of that bitter moment.

Loki grinned cynically when he noticed you seemed to be fighting with your own mind. Before he opened his mouth to trigger another sentence, Hulk suddenly crashed into him causing the Demigod to be thrown across the room hard. Loki groaned angrily. You stepped back at the sudden change of situation.

Hulk roared at Loki who was now standing on his own feet.

"ENOUGH! You are, all of you, under me! I AM GOD, YOU DULL CREATURE, AND I WILL NOT BE BULLIED BY-"

Hulk grabs Loki by the feet and smashes him into the floor repeatedly, then throws him aside and walks away. You winced in pain when you witnessed this. Watching this can make you feel pain all over your body even though you are not in Loki's place.

But then again, it's Loki. He deserves it even though it looks painful.

"Puny God" Hulk spit out those two words.

Loki let out a whine of pain where he lay. His body is stiff as he's trying to hold back his body pain. For the first time Loki has been beaten into submission.

Hulk: 1

Loki: 0

You were speechless before you jerked from the situation to run outside the Penthouse towards the Tesseract or portal machine. You stared at the machine there without any comments.

"The scepter." a gruff voice could be heard from your side.

You turned your gaze to the source of the voice. There Doctor Selvig was lying not far from the Tesseract.

"Doctor Selvig, right?" You walked towards him.

"Loki's scepter, the energy- the Tesseract can't fight. You can't protect against yourself." Selvig said.

"I know, that's why I need that scepter. Did you know where the scepter is?" you questioned hoping that the scepter was not far from there.

"it's my fault.. I made the machine" Selvig said with sorrow.

"it's not your fault, you don't know what you're doing" you replied. "now, please.. If you don't want all this to continue, tell me.. where the scepter is. Please. Help me, Doctor"

"It may be able to close the portal. And I'm looking right at it. " Selvig said turning his gaze from you to the lowest platform where the scepter was.

Your face lights up on the sight scepter. You grinned. "great. Now help me set those things up while I retrieve that scepter."

Selvig nodded his head then got up and walked towards the Tesseract. His hands started working against the machine. While you go down to the lower platform to retrieve the scepter. Your eyes catching on the figure of Loki who is still lying down. A look of pity flashed on your face before you took the scepter and ran back to the upper platform.

Selvig setting up his equipment as you are finally in front of the machine. "right at the crown!" Selvig pointed out.

You begin to push the spear through the barrier surrounding the cube, it's hard to break but you try your best to push it. You can feel the warm temperature of the Tesseract. The bright blue light makes it quite difficult to see.

"Anyone on the other side? I'm starting to close this portal!" you shouted into the earpiece hoping anyone online could hear.

"Do it!" Steve said firmly.

"no, wait" you heard the voice of Tony who was out of breath.

"Stark, these things are still coming!" Steve argued.

"I got a nuke coming in, it's gonna blow in less than a minute." Tony said.

Your expression changed. "what?"

"wherever you do now, Doc. Don't close the portal yet. I'm carrying a nuke on my back now and I know just where to put it" Stark replied with certainty.

"Stark, you know that's a one way trip." Steve reminded Tony.

You who were listening to the conversation were silent as you saw Iron Man fly past Stark Tower towards the Portal with Nuke behind him.

Your gripped on the scepter was still locked even though you witnessed what Tony was trying to do.

It's like everything that's happening now seems to freeze as all the Avengers witnessed Iron Man's heroic actions. Hopefully what he did was the right decision.

Iron Man entered the portal and released the Nuke to the other side. Tony watching the empire of Chituari destroyed in front of his eyes before he closed his eyes. The Chituari and leviathan immediately dropped to the ground as its Mother Ship was destroyed by the Nuke.

You are still waiting for Tony to come back. Hands still holding the scepter, ready at any moment to bury the portal.

"Come on, Stark" you muttered hopefully.

"close it" Steve commanded from your earpiece.

You hesitantly thrust the scepter into the Tesseract, closing the portal and shutting off the source of power from it. The portal in the sky immediately disappeared.

Steve noticed something else falling from the sky and that something is something he knows and knows.

"Son of a gun" Steve exclaimed with relief.

You put the scepter down and cheers as the portal and the war are finally over.

"Yes!" you laughed and hugged Doctor Selvig with relief.

Selvig who doesn't know you, can only return your hug with a relieved smile.

But your small celebration didn't end long as you remembered that the mastermind behind all this is still there. Loki. You parted from Selvig and take the scepter off the ground before rushed towards Loki who had just dragged his body to lean against the wall.

You met up with the others at the Penthouse center before you took out your sonic screwdriver from your pocket and pointed it at Loki who was unaware that he was surrounded by the Avengers.

Loki turned around and was stunned when he saw the whole gang surrounding him.

"If it's all the same to you, I'll have that drink now." Loki said.

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The Avengers and Selvig all walk to the center of a footbridge. Tony is carrying a briefcase, Thor has Loki in a muzzle and handcuffs, Barton, Natasha, Banner, and Steve

walk from cars. While you are leaning your body against the TARDIS with Bounty in front of you. Hands crossing on chest while eyes focused on the two brothers.

Selvig takes a glass cylinder out of a truck. Tony opens his case, which is on the ground. Banner holds the Cube with some tongs and puts it into the glass cylinder Selvig has.

Over this footage. Finally the Tesseract is in the right hands.

Thor smiled widely and shook hands with Selvig and said goodbye to him. Loki who is bound and gagged in muzzle can only remain mad when he is caught. He glanced at Nat who whispered something to Clint. Clint smirked at something she said. He rolled his eyes annoyingly before his eyes caught your figure who's still witnessed the exchange.

He narrowed his eyes as he began to recognize you. You, sensing someone looking at you turned your gaze to Loki who was staring at you with unbelievable shows in his eyes. You nodded politely at him.

Before he can do anything, he feels Thor nudging his shoulder. He annoyingly looked at his adopted brother who gestured to him to take the other side of the cylinder that contained the Tesseract. He rolled his eyes and took the other side before turning his gaze towards you. Thor nodded his head to the others to say goodbye before he twisted the device and disappeared from their sight.

As the two brothers out of your sight, you begin to open the TARDIS door and let Bounty enter. Tony who saw you about to enter the TARDIS rushed towards you.

"Hey, Y/n" Tony called you.

You turned your body to look at Tony confused. "yes?"

"here" he tossed something to you which you caught before it fell to the ground.

You looked at the thing you were looking for and found it was a device. You furrowed your brow in confusion.

"what's this?" you show the device to Tony.

"a messenger device. It's for emergencies. And it's easy to stay in touch with you as you travel through another universe of any kind of utopia" Tony explained.

"what for?" you fiddle the device with your fingers.

"Incase there will be another alien attack or I want to invite you to come to my party" Tony told you simply.

"right, yeah.. Of course.. Party. Right, I'll stay in touch with you if you really need my help. I'm not in the earth all the time, I got another place to go you know" you told him.

"yeah, yeah, I know. But still, we might need your help in the future. So better take care of it." Tony muttered.

You nodded and put the device in your coat pocket. You nodded in farewell to Tony. "Until next time, Stark"

Tony nodded in farewell too. "Until next time, Doc"

You grinned one last time at Tony before stepping into the TARDIS where Bounty was twirling around the control panel excitedly

Tony stepped back from the TARDIS as the TARDIS started wheezing and wheezing when the engine was started. The TARDIS seemed to fade in and out of reality before Tony's eyes but then he frowned when the TARDIS seemed to stop fading in and out.

Tony stared at the TARDIS confused by what happened. The TARDIS door was opened by you, you stepped out of the TARDIS and looked at Tony with realization on your face.

"oh luckily you didn't go yet. Well, the gun is Nat's. I forgot to give it to her" you handed Tony Nat's gun that you used during the battle. It seems in good condition like what Nat wants. Seems like you didn't need to regenerated early then.

Tony took the gun and stared at it for a moment. You nodded one last time before entering the TARDIS again.

"bye bye!" you said then closed the TARDIS door and started the engine again.

Wheezing and wheering is heard from the TARDIS again as the TARDIS begins to fade out of reality leaving Tony there.

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Your fingers pressed and pulled the lever from the control panel as you set the time on the TARDIS awaiting your next adventure with the Bounty and the TARDIS. You smiled with satisfaction when you were able to return to your track again.

"well then, to the next adventure!" you exclaimed excitedly.

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"The humans are working with the Timelord. She's the last one. We need to kill her. She's going to mess up our plan"

"To challenge them, is to court

Death"

"find her"

"kill her"

Disembodied figure turns and smiles, revealing himself to be

the mad titan himself-

THANOS.

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The Avengers are sitting around a table, eating, stuffing their faces. They are silent, no one makes a peep. The workers are cleaning up this destroyed place. The place is

silent

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Avengers 2012 ends