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rising-starrr · 2 months ago

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Halloween special/Kinktober! week 4 - Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Gojo Satoru.

Not one, nor two, but three! - Shoko Ieiri, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru.

warnings: foursome, Shoko being mainly a girl-kisser(bisexual but a female lean), Double penetration, face-sitting, semi-public(satoru), best friends with benefits, lesbian&gay shit that happens, black reader, use of the n word.

(she is bisexual but is a female lean, meaning she finds women more attractive than men.)

you n shoko getting dicked down !!

Shoko Ieiri, Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo

Usually it was just you and Shoko who hung out together, but since it’s almost Halloween, the boys suggested being together.

And since you and Shoko both knew if you said no, they’d never shut up and keep convincing you guys to say yes, so you just said yes willingly.

So here you guys were waiting for them to get here, you and shoko decided to dress up as the sisters from resident evil. You even have matching lingerie under.

You just were waiting on the two idiots to show up - which they finally did when they knocked at the door. Shoko got up to answer and swung open the door, seeing the two men. Satoru was in a ghostface costume, while Suguru was dressed as the Joker.

Shoko looked over to you, and you looked back at her, were you two hallucinating, they looked fineeeeeeeee. Not that you two would admit that, but what could you say, they looked finer than a mf.

Suguru and Satoru stepped inside and closed the door as Shoko went to go sit down next to you. “Aren't you guys glad we're here? Plus what's a hang-out without us?” Satoru says, smiling as he sat down next to you, while Suguru sat on the other side of you.

“Everything it is without you.” You say, leaning your head onto Shoko, closing your eyes as Satoru poked at your side. You look at him as he grabs your face and kisses you.

You were surprised by how this was how you were going to start off your night, but of course you didn't mind it at all. You push Satoru's face away and immediately went to kiss Shoko.

Shoko pulled you onto her lap and continued to kiss you, Satoru and Suguru were doing the same thing as you two, you looked up to see them and just stared, before mumbling; “gay ass niggas.” you say under your breath before going to kiss Shoko again.

When you said that, it seemed Suguru and Satoru heard that. Satoru grabs you and shoves you face first into the couch. He pushes your dress up and stares at the sight of your ass.

Shoko was in the same position as you, though she was getting fucked by Suguru already, she was a moaning mess. Satoru pulls your underwear to your ankles and positions his dick at your entrance.

His grip on your hips tightened as he pushes himself inside of you, and fucks you at a hard and rough pace. “you think this is gay now?” He questioned, using one of his hands to lift your face as his hips snapped against yours.

“Answer me.” He mumbled into your ear as he only moved at a slow pace, his thrusts slow as shit, making you impatient. “N-no!” You cry out, trying to push your ass back on him for some friction.

But he denied any possible movement from you, his hand gripping the fat of your ass as he began to speed up his pace again.

Meanwhile Suguru was literally fucking Shoko at an inhuman speed just because of that comment, she didn’t say it, but she agreed to it. You two really couldn’t process how fast you started off the night.

“Sugu—ru ! Slow down !” Shoko cried, squirming away from Suguru - or attempting to squirm away, poor girl, being fucked ever so good she has to run from it.

And that’s what he did, he slowed down, letting her squirm away - she didn’t think he’d actually listen, and now that he did, she’s kinda disappointed.

“what? You told me to slow down, so i did, plus you were the one squirming away, no?” Suguru says, looking over to you and Satoru. He was really fucking your brains out.

Shoko rubbed her eyes as if she was hallucinating, she couldn’t be - or maybe Suguru was just being a dickhead.

“you staring at me like you’re not the one who squirmed away” Suguru says, motioning her to come closer. Shoko was so close to an orgasm until he slowed down.

Shoko sighs as she crosses her arms, moving back over to him as she saw Satoru giving you some of the meanest backshots ever. “ ‘Toru! Cum—ming!” You gripped the couch cushion, as you just felt Satoru pick up your hips and sink into your cunt somehow deeper.

Who knew he was such a demon when it came to your soaking cunt? He was ramming into you at an incapable speed and god, did it feel good.

Should I continue this ? I was thinking about doing two parts, but idk !! minor late Halloween special🫶🏽

#shoko ieiri #jjk smut #jjk #p links #twitter links #geto suguru #geto smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru #shoko smut #jjk x reader

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iouinotes · 1 year ago

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Drunken Love | Five Hargreeves (Part 2)

summary: Five shows you what he always wanted to do with you...

pairing: Five Hargreeves x female!reader

word count: 1,5k

warnings: SMUT (Five is 18 in this fan fic)

author‘s note: here is the second part, a little longer this time :))

part one here

As we make our way out of the room, he reaches in vain for a wine bottle, but I reach out and take his hand so that our hands are joined. My heart quickens, his gaze becomes more fixed. As soon as we are out of the room, out of reach of the liquor, I let go of his hand. He says nothing, I do the same.

A silence spreads, only the beeping at the elevator can be heard. The only thing he addresses to me is the floor he has to go to and his room number, I nod even though I already know that. And then he squints his eyes at the bright light in the elevator, slumps against the wall. I look at him, press the button and notice the tormented expression on Five's face as the speed increases.

"Feel sick-" Luckily for me, the elevator stops the next second and the doors open. It takes a while to reach his room, but suddenly he stops. ,, K-key. Pants." Shit. Although he tries to reach into his pocket, it is no use. "I-" my voice fails. " Do you want me to?" I ask hesitantly.

His tired eyes look at me, his gaze glides over my face. Then he nods. With shaky hands, my hand wanders to his jeans, I swallow and avoid his gaze. Fortunately (unfortunately) for me, he seems to be slowly sobering up a bit. "You're shaking." I get the slight impression that he is trying to keep his tone monotone, but he can't quite hide his curiosity.

However, I remain silent and try to ignore his statement so that I can quickly get him into his bed, at least so that he can sleep in it. Despite my attempt not to say anything to his words, he does not give in. "Are you... nervous?" His assessment is rude, even if he guesses exactly right.

"No." I murmur, but his eyebrows rise lazily. "I feel so light, unconcerned. Why are you with me?" His change of subject confuses me. "You weren't in any condition to get up here yourself, or to your own bed." My gaze wanders to his face, surprisingly he is already looking at me. But different than usual, more like he hates me less than normal. I am even more confused.

"Yours?" He asks, without me understanding the context. "What?" I almost forget why we're even standing here, I'm not used to being questioned by him like this. Usually he only talks to me when it's necessary. "You could have taken me to your bed." My eyes widen, because what did he just say? I look at him puzzled.

"Why do you always want the things you can't have?" Now he babbles, the alcohol showing its effect. "You tried everything to save the world, don't blame yourself for that." He shakes his head.

"I want you."

I drop the keys I just obtained. I don't think I can move. "Every dream I have is plagued by you. Your eyes, your mouth. Your voice, I'm addicted to it. I want to hear you speak again and again, it's a punishment not to."

"You're drunk." My voice trembles, now I'm the one who feels sick. "That's true. But I'm also in love with you." He laughs, so loud that it echoes throughout the hallway. "I feel so liberated to finally be able to say it. I thought I was going to die with this burden. God, I can finally admire you for as long as I want."

My head hurts, I think I'm going to cry. "You don't know what you're saying." I want to run away, I must be dreaming. It seems to be the most beautiful dream, but in a moment he will roll his eyes and tell me how naive and stupid I am to believe that. That he could never be in love with me. But none of that happens, he just looks at me with a drunken smile on his face and bright eyes reddened by alcohol.

"I thought you hated me." My whisper is fragile, my eyes are fixed on the floor in front of me.

"Pretending to hate you was easier than pretending not to love you."

The first tear escapes my eyes.

My breathing is heavy and I don't know what to do. "I hate seeing you cry, even more when I'm the one who's causing it." I want to disagree with him, but my voice seems to have run away.

As I unlock his door, I feel two arms around my waist. I almost collapse. His lips are so close to my ear, I can smell the alcohol coming from him. "There's so much I want to do to you that I shouldn't." I am not able to answer, my knees are weak.

"I want to kiss you, hold you, hug you, talk to you. Spread your legs apart to be in between myself, do things to you that make your eyes roll back and your hands tug at my hair. Just the idea of seeing you like that in front of me could drive me crazy. I probably already am. Because you're making me stand so close to you and I don't want to be three feet away from you."

I feel so dizzy, I can't think. Slowly, he leads us into the room, letting the door fall shut and his hand slide to my hip. His lips approach my cheek, fluttering lightly over my skin and moving to my neck. My breathing becomes heavy, my eyes fall closed and when he starts talking again, I have to pull myself together not to crumble.

"Do you want me the same way? Because if you don't, run out of this room now and spare my heart. I can't wait to love you."

My teeth chew on my bottom lip, trying to make sense of his drunken words. I whisper, "Yes, I want to be with you," feeling my skin burn at the touch. "Good," he murmurs.

His hand moves down my side at a slow pace, slides over my skirt, under the fabric and lingers there. "Is that what you want? My hand? My lips?" I nod, trying to formulate words, but I'm too caught up in his way that I didn't imagine dreaming.

“Come on, dear. Talk to me, otherwise my hands will stay right there and do nothing. I need to hear you say it." My next breath is heard even by him. "I-I want you." I feel his grin, against my flushed cheek. "What exactly? Tell me and I'll do it, I'll do anything for you." My back presses into his chest, my legs tighten and are brought apart by his hand with a sinister giggle.

"So eager, huh? Make an effort, darling. I know this mouth can do more than what you're revealing. ,,Your hands." My voice trembles. "Where do you want my hands? Here?"

His hands slide down my thighs, leaving the place where I want them. I shake my head. "Here?" They skim over the plaid fabric, his fingers hooking at the top waistband. ,,Do you want this off? Or do you want to keep it on?"

His mouth slides to my neck, brushes away my hair. "On." It just escapes me, feeling like I'm in a fever dream. And then I feel his hands going under my skirt again, this time higher up. Until it comes back to me. "No underwear?"

My knees go wobbly as a finger strokes the throbbing spot. ,,You're wet, are you feeling turned on already? I haven't even really started yet." I feel weak, I've never had sensations like this before.

"I love you" it escapes me.

When he replies without hesitation, I'm sure that even if the world ends now, I'll be by the side of the person who means everything to me.

"Do you want more?" I nod. "Can't you speak anymore, so caught up in what I'm doing to you?" I nod again. "God, this turns me on. If you only knew what you were doing to me." His fingers stroke my folds, slowly, but so decisively that I have to remind myself to breathe.

"That's right, hold on to me, I've got you." My hands try to hold on to him, his breath brushes over my pulse, leaving a kiss in that exact spot. "You are beautiful." A sound leaves my mouth that almost sounds like a whimper, but it's cut short as his hand grips my chin and I hear his voice again.

"Open your mouth, darling." I listen to him, almost as if I am under a spell. His fingers slide slowly into my mouth, pressing gently on my tongue, making me breathe through my nose.

"That's it, you're doing great." My eyebrows draw together and a warm feeling spreads through my chest. As his fingers leave my mouth, they slide to my hips again, but this time a little more precisely underneath. "Still okay? May I?" Nodding, I wait.

And then I feel his wet fingers and have to hold back a moan. "Let me hear you, you can be as loud as you want." My mouth opens and with each movement of his fingers that roam over me, sounds escape me.

"You sound so beautiful. Do you want more?" My mouth moves "yes" and as his other hand turns my head to kiss him, his working hand slides inside me with tentativeness.

It feels good, even if it is unfamiliar. "You okay?" I nod. "That's good, it would be a shame to stop now." Without realizing it, my eyes have fallen shut, and now when I open them again, I see our reflection in the window.

I groan at the sight of him and the fingers that have disappeared under my skirt. "Looking at you is like having the sun in front of me. You are magnificent." His movements become faster, my knees more tender, his voice softer and my sounds louder. As I feel something building inside me, I feel his smile.

,,You are so good for me, come pretty girl."

At his words, I feel my release. As soon as my breathing synchronizes, I feel his soft kisses. I have to smile, even though I am exhausted. He turns me around in his arms so I can look at him. His eyes are clearer, his smile genuine.

As he walks me to the bed so I can sit, he puts an arm around me. I lean against him. "I'm sorry for my behavior over the last few years. I'm glad to be able to show you how I really feel."

I still have to smile.

"Yes. Me too."

#five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #love #confessions #fluff #smut #praise #words

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scekrex · 10 months ago

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Ask and I shall, deliver! Since you've asked for some prompts, I've had this one in my mind :D

How about a male reader being married to Adam, the whole last extermination day happens, battle at the Hotel and Adam dying. The reader couldn't save his husband, goes back to Heaven depressed as shit and not even for one day believes that Adam is actually dead (reborn sinner!Adam is my jam, can you notice?), so in secret from Heaven he goes to hell under disguise to search for his husband. When he finally finds him, he runs at him full speed at squeezes him as tightly as he can. Adam thinking that reader forgot about him and wouldn't want to be with him even if he was alive since he was now a sinner and the reader just saying: When I was marrying you, I vowed to you "Through thick and thin, through sickness and health, till death do us part", you don't look very dead to me.

Basically just sweet ol' hurt/comfort with a happy ending :V Btw, love your work! Genuinely keeps me awake at night making up scenarios in my head, damn 💀

Also, you've just been squished Adam'd 😎

squished Adam my beloved whoooooo

Till death do us part, but we're already past that phase

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, temporary character death

note: not beta read bc idc

Lucifer was punching Adam, again and again. You couldn't see but you heard. You heard his groans and yelps filled with pain and then there was silence.

You stood up as well as possible. Your leg was badly injured, some fuck up had almost cut it off entirely, your shoulder was shattered because that fucking porn demon had managed to hit your wing with two bullets which had caused you to crash down onto the ground due to the sudden pain.

“Adam,” you groaned as you slowly made your way over to where your husband was. You were worried, fuck that, you were frightened. While the demons hurting Adam's soldiers was one thing, them actually hurting Adam was something different entirely.

Adam crawled out of the pit, blood smeared across his face, a blue eye and several other facial injuries. Fuck it would take a long time for all of that bullshit to heal. “No, you don't get to end this,” you heard the voice of the first man speaking to the sinners that had gathered up around the pit Lucifer had created when he and his hell spawn of daughter had slammed the taller man onto the ground. “I’m fucking Adam, I’m the fucking man,” he stood up, finally facing the sinners he had been battling the entire time and you wanted to rush to him, to simply grab him and fly off before worse things could happen. Adam was already hurt, there was no need to stay longer and make things worse. However, the cannibal that suddenly grabbed your food and yanked it off the ground caught you off guard, made you crash onto the ground yet a second time as a loud scream of pain erupted from your chest. That motherfucker had torn your leg off even more. It was still attached to your body but the wound was huge and the blood had already managed to get through the fabric you had wrapped around it in panic, covering the once black fabric in shiny golden blood.

Adam's head snapped in your direction at that though and he was quick to react and rush over to you. Not that you needed help however, once you had noticed the danger you were quick to shatter the cannibal’s skull and shove him off of you. “Adam,” you called out for your husband again, you stretched your arms out, ready to pull him into a tight, warm hug. A few steps in front of you he stopped though. It took you too long to register what had just happened and your brain only seemed to catch on when Adam's body hit the ground. He had fallen face forward, revealing the little demon girl that was now sitting on his back and that was happily holding onto the dagger that had just been rammed through Adam's chest. “NO,” you screamed, crawling over to the man you loved most. The grip on your halberd was far from steady and the pain fogged up your mind so much that you weren't able concentrate and use it properly, so instead of slicing that fucking whore in half, all you were able to accomplish was to poke her, maybe leave a scratch on her cheek.

However, it did the job and she got up, the little bastard happily walked over to where Charlie stood. “Adam, c’mon you fucking idiot,” you cried out once you had reached his body. Your physical pain was easy to ignore compared to the emotional pain you were feeling, so you sat down and pulled the brunette's head on your lap to steady him. “Please babe, you can fucking do this,” you ripped a huge piece of fabric from your robe and pressed it onto his still bleeding wound, panic filled your body.

What if…

“Don’t fucking leave me bitch, talk to me,” you were yelling and the sinners were watching, a thing you really couldn't care less about. “Fuck, babe, don't you dare and die on me,” you gently cupped his face with one hand, the other continued to press the fabric to Adam's chest in order to hopefully stop the bleeding. The sinners started to mumble, they were obviously talking about the both of you.

Adam turned his face slightly to look you in the eyes and all that he was able to manage was a smile. Fuck. “You’re not allowed to fucking die, you hear me? I-” you flinched when a hand came to rest on your shoulder in order to ground you. It was Lute who was standing behind you. She wasn't providing comfort, that much you knew. She was here to force you to leave. You shrugged her hand off of you forcefully, “Don’t fucking touch me, I'm not leaving him-” Lucifer interrupted you. “Yes you fucking are. You'll gather your fucking soldiers and you'll lead them back to heaven, right fucking now.”

You glanced down at Adam, who's eyes had fallen shut in the meantime and you couldn't help the tear that fell from your eye and rolled across your cheek. You were quick to wipe it away though. As gently as possible you moved Adam to lay on the ground. Lute reached for your arm in order to help you to get up and once she was sure you stood somewhat safely she bent down to grab Adam's halo.

You ripped that out of her hand faster than she was able to react. Usually she had a sharp tongue, this time she remained quiet though. Apparently she knew not to mess with you now.

You moved you wing a little to test the waters, the physical pain was numbed by the emotional pain you were going through and so you flew off, followed by all the angels that were still alive - compared to the amount of angels that had followed you from heaven to hell it was nothing though, so many soldiers had lost their lives.

Adam had lost his life.

Life in heaven without Adam was clearly not the same. Sera had seemed more grateful that the first man was finally gone than sad, fuck that stupid bitch.

It didn't take them long to heal your wounds once you were back in heaven, your leg sure had been a complicated case but only two weeks later it had been back to normal, well if you ignored the scar that was now wrapped around your thigh. But you didn't mind, how could you mind about something so small as a scar when you were dying inside more and more by every day that passed. There was no reason to care about the little things anymore. The only reason that had made you care before was gone for good now and the voices that kept telling you to visit hell weren't helping.

It had started one week after the extermination, one week after Adam had died. At first it had been subtle, just a tiny whisper every now and then, but as time passed they grew louder and louder until you weren't able to tune them out anymore.

You were sitting on the edge of the highest building in heaven and watched. You watched the lights and the angels, how everyone seemed so happy, how most of them didn't know. It seemed like everyone had just forgotten about your husband, that it was nothing, they acted like losing Adam for good was just a thing that they weren't gonna talk about because of him unimportant it was.

Fuck that.

The Hell Embassy was empty when you entered it, no angel ever went there because they wanted to - to be fair most of the time it had been Adam who had set foot in the building. You had accompanied him often enough to know about the elevator that went down there, it was used for Adam to travel down to hell safely when the yearly meeting with Lucifer popped up on his agenda.

You weren't sure why, you weren't sure what it was either but something was calling you, tempting you to use the elevator and go down to hell. Maybe it was so that you could say a proper goodbye to Adam? That had to be it. It probably wouldn't help much, why would it? But it was worth a shot. And you needed the voices compelling you to visit hell to shut up, it was unbearable being reminded about Adam's death daily.

The only angel in heaven that had offered to listen to you was Emily, the little girl had been quick to notice that something wasn't right, that something must've had happened. So you told her since Sera had decided that Emily's only task was to keep the people of heaven happy.

Another bullshit move from heaven, the kid was capable of more.

Once the elevator stopped and its doors opened in front of you, you stepped outside. You thought the voices would quiet down now that you were in hell, but the opposite was the case. The voices and whispers were louder than ever, they were almost screaming, yelling, crying out for you to step outside the Heaven Embassy.

You wanted to scratch your eyes out, rip your ears off, anything that would stop the voices from being so fucking loud. So you listened to them. You stepped outside the church-like building and your eyes roamed over the full streets of hell. There were people everywhere and none of them seemed to pay any mind to you.

Slowly you started to walk away from the building and once your foot stepped on the sidewalk the voices were gone. They didn't quiet down to a whisper, they straight up died, they were gone.

And then you saw him. A gigantic demon with fluffy brown hair, two huge, black horns were attached to his head and you were sure you noticed subtil golden highlights on them too. His face hadn't changed the slightest, he was still pale, maybe even a little paler than he had been as an angel. His eyes were still golden.

Your brain couldn't comprehend what was happening, what you were seeing.

You were seeing Adam.

You rushed over to him, flying faster than ever before. You tackled him to the ground, made sure you'd be the one hitting the ground in order not to hurt him. “Adam,” you whispered happily as you held the taller man tightly. The demon had tensed up at first but the second he had heard his name being spoken so softly, so lovingly, he eased up. “The fuck are you doing here, you crazy bitch,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. You didn't respond though, it would be too complicated to explain everything to him and you just got him back.

So instead you wrapped your wings around the both of you and kissed him softly, your hands in his soft, brown hair. The taller man groaned against your lips with pure delight, kissing you back just as passionate. “Dear God, I thought I'd have to die in order to kiss you like that again,” you mumbled against his lips. A soft chuckle rumbled through Adam at that and he pulled you even closer, “Knew it, you can't get enough of me.” You simply placed yet another kiss to his lips, “Correct, that's why I'm gonna stay here. With you.”

Adam froze at that, his arms around your body tightened a little, “You still wanna be with me?” The question seemed stupid to you, what was the man you had married thinking? Of course you still wanted to be with him. “When I was marrying you,” you began, a small kiss placed on his lips, “I vowed to you ‘Through thick and thin',” a quick kiss was pressed to Adam's cheek. “‘Through sickness and health, till death do us part’ and let me tell you babes,” you leaned in close, your lips softly brushed against his ear as you whispered, “We were already past that stage when we got married, I'm not giving you up because God decided to be a motherfucking bitch, that fucker can suck my dick, he won't take you away from me.”

At first Adam didn't respond, he just looked you in the eyes for a couple of seconds. Then he grabbed you by your collar, pulled you closer, closer, closer and hissed, “The only one allowed to suck your fucking dick am I, is that clear?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #adam x y/n #adam x you #male reader #adam x reader

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bellezaycafe · 1 year ago

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Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 4

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens. Limited knowledge of Silverstone or how the structure of their emergency response on track works.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

comments: ...prepare for pain. I'm not sorry. I did speak to a doctor friend, and Sadie continuing with her injuries is plausible.

Part 1 | Masterlist

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“Fuck me, it’s a bit cold,” Sadie complained to the middle-aged paramedic beside her.

“Is it too cold for the Australian kid?” Mark laughed.

Sadie turned to him, looked up and frowned. “Not a kid, fuck you.”

Mark laughed again and tried to pat her on the head, which Sadie swatted away.

“Let’s just hope today’s race is dry,” he said after a moment.

Sadie nodded, stray wisps of her dark brown hair loosely flying around her face in the breeze.

Silverstone, in June, was the same temperature as Sadie’s home town in September, just leaving winter into spring.

“This is not summer weather,” she whined.

“You volunteered, kid,” Joe reminded her.

“I know, I know.”

“Where have they placed you?”

“Medics at turn 13. That’s Stowe, right?”

“Yeah. It can be a dangerous one. But you’re with my older brother Keith, so you’ll be fine.”

"How is it in the wet?"

"Worse, but the drivers are in safe hands."

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Sadie paced as she watched 18 -Pierre Gasly and Oscar Piastri had sent each other out early in the race- of the best drivers in the world speed past.

“Sadie,” Keith called, “you should sit down.”

“I’m more anxious when I sit,” she replied without taking her eyes off the track. The track that was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes past.

"Mark said to let you pace and I will, but nothing is going to happen," the grey-haired man reassured.

Sadie sent him a kind smile but didn't reply out loud.

It was a good thing she didn’t. They might have missed it.

Two Red Bulls, the McLaren and a Mercedes flew into view. The McLaren, Lando's McLaren, clipped the back wheel of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, sending a shower of debris into the misting rain.

Lando's car spun, twice and then slammed into the wall side on. Lewis spun once but managed to pull his car to a spot in the gravel before it could collide with anything.

Sadie was out the door, pulling on her mandatory helmut and grabbing a first aid kit before Keith was out of his chair.

"Go to the McLaren!" Keith shouted to her as he followed with another kit. "I'll take the Merc!"

She didn't acknowledge his order but followed it without hesitation. She jumped the barrier, her gaze locked on the fluro yellow helmet. The helmet that was barely moving.

"Lando," she shouted as she reached the car. "Are you okay?"

"No!" His voice came as a strangled croak, barely loud enough for her to hear him.

She dropped the first aid kit and grabbed the steering wheel he was holding out.

"You will be, we're here." She stated. "Can you get out?"

Sadie didn't breathe as Lando cried out. "My foot!" he wailed. "My ankle!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, Lando. Push yourself up with you arms. You're strong, mate. Push."

She didn't know what she was saying. She was running on instinct and adrenaline. Purely, instinct and adrenaline.

Get them off the track, Mark's voice rang in her head. Get them somewhere safe.

Lando hoisted himself onto the halo and Sadie saw his ankle bent at an unnatural angle. She couldn't let it show on her face.

"Alright, Lando swing to me. Swing around."

He did so, wobbling dangerously.

"Drop onto your right foot, I'm here."

Cars sped past, the flag only yellow.

Lando didn't drop onto his feet, he fell from the car and into Sadie. She was lucky she had braced herself as she caught him.

He screamed in pain as his ankle hit the ground.

"Lando, my name is Sadie. I've got you now, do not put your right foot on the ground. I'm gonna get you to the medical tent."

"Sadie? Melbourne Sadie?" He whimpered. He couldn't stop making small sounds of pain.

She opened his visor, met his watercolour eyes. She knew her helmet had no visor, knew he could see her eyes.

"Yes, Lando, it's Melbourne Sadie. I've got you now, we've got to get you off the track."

She hauled his left arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Walk with me Lando. That's it, with your right foot. Good. You're gonna be okay, mate. It's just a scratch."

Sadie still hadn't registered what she was saying, or the fact that Lando was leaning almost all of his weight on her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of approaching cars. With hands firmly on his waist, Sadie slipped out from under his left arm and placed herself under his right.

She put herself between him and the oncoming cars. She didn't know what might happen, hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought at all.

It was Perez's Red Bull that struck the McLaren or Mercedes debris. More debris flew through the rain, some thing off all three cars. Sadie pulled Lando tighter into her and shielded him as she continued to pull him towards the closest exit.

Pain tore though Sadie's adrenaline. Her right side, both arm and leg. She stumbled, barely, but right herself and Lando cried out in pain again.

She knew two things, do not stop and do not let the pain stop you.

"I've got you Lando, you're going great. Keep going!"

"Sadie," he whimpered. "Fuck. My ankle, Sadie, my car."

"I know, Lando, I know. You're going to be okay. Your car will be fine, you will be okay."

"Fuck," he whimpered again.

"Keep going, pretty boy. Don't put that left foot on the ground. You're gonna be okay, pretty boy."

More hands joined hers and pulled Lando over the barrier. She didn't register who it was, only that he was on the other side and being treated. She heard a lot of swearing, she heard someone call her name.

She looked up to see Lando staring at her leg. He was laying down, on an ambulance stretcher.

"Sadie," he croaked, his eyes rising to hers.

She didn't look down, a part of her knew she didn't want to know. Sadie kept his eye contact as she tried to stand upright. "I'm okay, Lando. I'm okay." She reassured.

Some one stepped into her line of sight and she lost view of his face. They hauled him into the waiting ambulance.

"Fuck, kid." She recognised that voice.

She turned, limped around to face Mark.

"Mark, Lando he's -" He recognised her voice, just as she had his. She was still wearing the medic's helmet.

"Sadie, your leg. You've-" He stepped forwards and pulled a chair with him.

"I don't know," she whispered. She couldn't be louder, she tried to say it louder but it was the same whispered, "I don't know. I haven't looked."

The paramedic rushed to her, placing the chair beneath her as her right leg gave out.

"Don't look," he muttered. "You're gonna be okay, but you can't look."

Someone handed him gauze and bandages. Another handed him saline and scissors.

Lewis stepped into Sadie's quickly narrowing line of sight.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed.

When Sadie saw him, she remembered what she'd done. She thought about what she'd done.

The crash. Catching Lando. Essentially dragging him off the track. Putting herself between him and the cars. Her leg. She didn't know the damage but her leg was on fire.

"Sir," she breathed. "Lewis, my helmet, please."

"Oh my god, kid. They're gonna look after you, okay?" He dropped to his knees next to her, leaving his own helmet in the dust.

"I know," she croaked as he undid the straps at her chin. "It's not that. The media- Lewis, hide me from the media. Please."

That's when Lewis recognised Sadie. Her brown hair was plastered to her pale face. Her brown eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh shit. Okay kid, yeah. They'll never know your name, they'll never see your face. I swear it, kid. I promise."

Someone handed her a green piece of plastic. The green whistle. Pain relief, and a very strong one.

He last words before the high kicked in were, "Lewis, please. No reports, no one can know it was me."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur. She barely remembered the ambulance ride, getting the piece of Formula One car embedded in her thigh taken out or the stitches in her arm and leg.

It was all over the news.

Medic gets stabbed with shrapnel while helping driver Lando Norris.

Norris out of SIlverstone GP: The Medic Who Saved Him.

Two in hospital after dangerous crash at Silverstone.

But Sadie's name was never written. Every reporter was baffled at the disappearance of her identity.

----$----

Lewis had gone to Max that evening, before the winner had the chance to go out.

"It was the Melbourne volunteer," he'd told him in his hotel room. "The medic in hospital, it was Sadie."

Max's face snapped towards Lewis. He'd been making Lewis a coffee, but it was abandoned.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Lewis shrugged, shadows passing over his face. "I don't know, man. I- Her leg was bad."

"Fuck," Max muttered. "How did it happen?"

Lewis rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't know that either. I didn't see it. It's what happens now that I want to talk about. I need your help."

Max froze. Lewis knew why, he'd never asked Max for help before. They were friendly, finally, but they weren't close.

"She begged me, Max, begged me, to keep her name out of the media. So far, so good but I need your influence in the paddock. You still have the unpredictable 'Mad Max' reputation to some people. I need you to use it."

He nodded and there was an understanding between the champions. Sadie had protected their friend, maybe saved his career if some of the initial reports were true, and it was their turn to protect her.

"I don't why she was so desperate. She was begging me. She had a piece of fucking metal sticking out of her goddamn leg and she was begging me to hide her from the media."

"it doesn't matter," Max stated. His eyes were dark as he search his contacts for a name. "It doesn't get out. Her name appears no where."

They would protect her.

----$----

I'm not sorry. I hope you enjoyed! Feedback in welcome :)

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PROMPTS FOR ESCAPING IMMINENT DANGER * adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

get out of there! now!

i'm not sticking around to find out!

if we don't go now, we're dead. do you understand me?

oh my god. what is that?

that was way too close!

go! run! i'll cover you!

something's happening!

help me! someone help me!

grab my hand and don't let go!

there's no way i'm going in there.

i can't hear you! it's too loud!

there must be another way out!

shit! we're trapped!

find an exit!

the door won't open! it's locked!

who the hell locked us in here?

it's blocked! find another way!

we're gonna die.

it's too dark! i can't see!

this won't end well.

i can't do this alone!

take my hand! we're getting out of here!

they're gonna kill us!

let's just take this nice and easy.

one step closer and you're dead.

that thing's gonna snap.

no way! i'm staying right here!

i'll call for help!

did you see that? what was that?

i told you we shouldn't have come.

we're going to die in here.

i think i broke something.

go on without me! i'll only slow you down.

i'll get us some help!

there's no service out here!

who's alive? sound off!

this is bad. this is very bad.

i thought i could trust you!

how do we get out of here?

follow me! i know the way!

this was a bad idea.

it's a sheer drop to the bottom.

there's too much in the way. we'll never make it through.

i'm not ready to give up yet.

are you with me?

ACTION PROMPTS feel free to specify particular 'enemies' or expand on other parts if needed. you can also make the sender OR receiver the 'enemy' in these situations! just specify when you send it in.

[ evade ] sender and receiver run through city streets together, trying to flee from an enemy chasing them

[ swing ] sender and receiver are forced to share the same rope as they swing over a giant chasm

[ bridge ] a rickety old bridge is the only thing standing between sender and receiver and their safety on the other side

[ waterfall ] sender rushes to rescue receiver before they tumble to their death over a giant waterfall

[ rooftops ] sender and receiver are chased across the rooftops by the enemy

[ hide ] sender and receiver cower in the same hiding place and hope the attacker searching for them doesn't find their secret spot

[ maze ] sender and receiver run for their lives and get lost in a giant maze (corn maze, hedge maze, etc.)

[ boat ] sender and receiver struggle to stay aboard their boat and keep it afloat as a storm rocks the vessel back and forth

[ horses ] sender and receiver flee from the enemy on horseback

[ spotted ] sender and receiver were just spotted by the enemy and must now flee, weaving in and out of a crowd of people

[ train ] sender and receiver hop on a train as it leaves the station in order to avoid being caught by the enemy

[ bullet ] sender jumps in front of receiver and takes a bullet meant for them

[ punch ] sender jumps in front of receiver and takes a punch meant for them

[ run ] sender and receiver run for their lives and try to stay together as the enemy starts to close in

[ fight back ] after running for quite some time, sender and receiver decide to stand their ground and fight back against the enemy

[ trap ] sender and receiver outsmart the enemy with a trap they set

[ car chase ] sender and receiver evade the enemy in a high speed car chase

[ motorcycle chase ] sender and receiver evade the enemy in a high speed motorcycle chase

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There Is No Coming Back From This - Chapter 5

Characters: Stark!Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Summary: "It's her time, Tony. And I hate that as much as you do, but there's some things you can't fix. There is no coming back from this."

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The days passed quietly. Or more accurately, as quietly as they could with you and Bucky still exchanging barbed words and harsh quips.

Your interactions with Bucky were short and to the point, but other than a few sarcastic remarks, his open hostility toned down quite a bit.

"I'm going to bed. Steve, can you make sure Bucky doesn't try to smother me?"

Steve shakes his head, rolling his eyes, "Good night."

"Like Steve could stop me," Bucky mutters under his breath. "Giant pain in my ass."

"I heard that!" you hiss.

"Bucky," Steve admonishes.

Bucky rolls his eyes, standing up from the kitchen table, "Alright, alright, I'm going to bed too. Good night."

You flick off the lights, settling onto the couch while Steve took the cot on the floor. "We could switch if you wanted."

Steve's eyes remain shut as he curls himself further into the small cot. "It's fine. Go to sleep."

"I'm just offering."

"I'm too tall for the couch. And I'm used to cots. Good night," he emphasizes.

You close your eyes, tossing and turning slightly. "Grumpy old man."

"I heard that."

"Good night," you mock him.

Sleep finds you quickly. It feels like you've slept for half a second when you're jolted awake by the feeling of Bucky's hand covering your mouth.

"I knew it," you shout, your voice muffled by Bucky's hand. "I knew you would try to smother me."

"Do you ever shut up?" Bucky hisses.

You swipe Bucky's hand over your mouth, "What the hell are you doing?"

Bucky ignores you, swiftly kicking Steve as he sleeps on the floor. "Steve. Steve."

He moves his hand from your mouth, pressing a finger to his lips. That's when you hear it. The faint flutter of helicopter blades beating in the sky. Steve is up on his feet without hesitation. His eyes frantically sweep the area, looking for any sign of trouble.

"Grab your bag. We're leaving now," Bucky orders.

"How many do you think?" Steve whispers, listening as the sound of sirens swarm the building.

"I'm not sure."

"How sure are we that they're here for us?" you ask.

A booming voice comes through a loud speaker, "Steve Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes. You're surrounded. Exit the premises voluntarily and no harm will come to you."

"I rescind that question."

"Shit," Bucky exhales.

"Our best bet is gonna be the rooftops."

"The rooftops?" you squeak.

"Will you keep your voice down?" Bucky scolds.

Steve grips your shoulders, his intense gaze boring down on you. "Stay close. Stay low. Nothing's gonna happen to you."

You shakily nod, once again having nothing to offer but your blind faith that somehow this would all be okay. Steve takes your hand, guiding you out the back window and up the fire escape.

"I've got visual," a voice barks, a voice that doesn't belong to Steve or Bucky.

It's nowhere near as difficult as you thought it would be to keep up with Steve or Bucky as you make it to the rooftop. That is, until you get to the edge of the roof. You stand at the very lip of the roof, the gravel at your feet kicks off the roof, falling down into the ground that seems to get further and further away with every second that you look down.

The words leave Bucky's mouth like a breezy statement, like he's telling you his favorite color, "We're gonna have to jump."

"Jump?" you squawk. "Are you crazy?"

He ignores your panicked words, taking several large steps backward and running at the ledge at full speed.

"It's easier that it looks," Steve promises. "You've just got to do it."

"I've just got to do it?" you repeat incredulously. "That's your advice? And if I don't make it?"

"Bucky's right there. He'll catch you."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel so much better!" you sarcastically exclaim, sneaking a glance behind you to see agents at the top of the fire escape. "My life is in the hands of a guy that hates me!"

"Kid," Steve sharply warns.

You take several steps back, following Bucky's moves exactly, "This has got to be the dumbest thing I've ever done."

You hear gunshots ring out as you propel yourself as far as you can over the distance between roofs. You flail up until the moment you hit the concrete rooftop with a tumble to the ground.

You pop up right beside where Bucky stands. "I did it. I'm alive."

"Not the time to celebrate, Princess," Bucky mutters, snatching your hand as he tugs you to the other side of the rooftop. You toss a glance over your shoulder when you hear Steve land with a muted thud beside you.

"Why are they shooting at you? Don't they want you alive?"

"Doesn't seem like it, does it?" Bucky quips, guiding you to the edge of yet another rooftop.

"You've got to be kidding me," you mutter.

Bucky doesn't need to make a single sarcastic comment, but the smirk on his face tells you that he takes the slightest bit of joy from seeing you flail off of roof after roof until you get enough distance to scale down a fire escape and duck into a crowded open market.

"Great," Bucky huffs. "Now what?"

"There's a train station right there," you point out like it should be obvious to him.

"And when they recognize us, Princess?" Bucky points out in the same tone.

You pluck a hat off a nearby stand, slipping a few dollars to the vendor from your pocket. "I don't see you coming up with any better ideas, Buchanan."

"And who are they?" the ticket attendant asks, gazing over your shoulder to the two super soldiers behind you.

"My... dad and my uncle."

She quirks an eyebrow at you, "And which one is your dad?"

"Which one do you think is my dad?" you prompt.

"Miss, do you need help?" she asks in a hushed tone. "I can call security."

You scoff with indignation, "I'm sorry... are you accusing my single, widowed father of kidnapping me?"

The attendants gaze darts back down, handing you the three ticket without another word.

You beam at her, "Thank you."

"We've got to work on your cover," Steve mutters as you head to the train platform.

You roll your eyes at him, "It worked, didn't it?"

The three of you board the train, tucking yourself into the back corner of a train car. Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, "Where the hell did you buy us tickets to anyway?"

"A nearby town," you explain. "Town is just about 100 miles out. Big enough that we won't call attention to ourselves. Small enough that there won't be a lot of authorities on the lookout for us. And close enough that the attendant didn't get suspicious... or any more suspicious."

Steve smirks at Bucky, raising his eyebrows in a knowing, almost prideful way. "Told you. She's smart."

"Congrats," Bucky snarks. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me when we get there."

"Or we could just leave you on the train," you suggest.

Bucky's eyes flicker open once more, just to glare at you.

The night slips away as you fall in and out of a fitful sleep. The adrenaline is slow to seep from your bones, leaving you feeling like a live wire when you're awake. When sleep finds you, you dream of your home, your dad, Peter, all the things and people left behind. It's well into morning when the train makes it final stop at a small town.

"Follow the crowd," you tell Steve and Bucky the moment you step onto the platform. "They'll probably lead us to a tourist center or somewhere with more people."

"And then what?"

"We find a map. Change our clothes. Find out how we get away from here as fast as we can without leaving a paper trail."

"Good idea, kid," Steve pointedly remarks, staring at Bucky.

"I get it, Steve," Bucky grits.

You follow the dozen or so people as they head into what was probably the town square. Cobblestone lines the roads, small shops, tables against storefronts. A nice, quaint little town. Perfect to regroup.

You plop yourself down on one of those small, rickety tables, slinging your backpack onto the table.

"I'm going to find a map and see if they have any food. You two stay here," Steve orders, already walking away before either of you can object. He turns back around, his eyes narrowed at the both of you, "And don't kill each other."

You roll your eyes, but otherwise remain silent. Bucky settles into the chair in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest like a petulant child. The strange, silent staring contest lasts for all of five minutes before Bucky gets impatient. He stands up in a restless huff, "Steve's taking long. I'm gonna go check on him."

You lean back in your chair with a languid shrug, "Have fun."

Bucky rolls his eyes, scoffs, then walks away.

As he walks, he can't quite figure out how he got roped into all this. What he does know is that this is one giant recipe for a disaster. Somehow, some way, he knew this ended up either with Tony Stark wanting him even more dead or with him in handcuffs. He grumbles to himself, cursing himself for allowing himself to get mixed up in this mess. They got lucky last night. That's all it was, pure luck. And at some point, that luck would run out.

He's in the middle of his reverie when he finds Steve inside a store, replenishing on supplies with a map in hand.

Steve groans, his hands raising in frustration, "I thought I told you to wait with her."

"That was ten minutes ago. Do I need to remind what happened the last time you left us alone? She cried!"

"Fake cried," Steve corrects.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah, there's a bus station close by. It'll take us to another train station. From there we can go almost anywhere," Steve explains, leaving the store and walking back to the table where Bucky left you. His eyebrows furrow when he spots the empty table, "Bucky? Did you guys move after I left?"

Bucky follows Steve's line of sight, his blood running cold when he sees your backpack left strewn on the table. "No, I left her right there."

Bucky immediately scours the area, looking for anything, any sign of you. Guilt pools in the pit of his stomach. He half tries to convince himself that you're playing a joke on him to get back at him for leaving you alone.

The burner phone in Steve's pocket rings. The phone that only you had the number to. He lifts the phone to his ear, "Kid? Where are you?"

"Did you lose something?" a man's voice rumbles through.

The muscle in Steve's jaw ticks as he speaks through clenched teeth, "Who is this?"

"Why don't you come and find out?"

"Where is she? What did you do with her?"

"It was so easy to follow you after SWORD did all the hard work for us. They led us right to you. Do you know what's the only thing better than a super soldier?... A super soldier that's also a Stark. How much would Tony Stark pay to have her back? What would it be worth to SWORD?"

Steve's fist clenches at his side. "What do you want?"

"I want the Winter Solider."

Steve's eyes dart to his life-long friend, standing there listening to every word coming from the other end of the line. Even with all the barbed words and mild animosity, Bucky stands before him with a guilt ridden expression, looking every bit ready and willing to hand himself over. "Where are you?"

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What Are We? Pt. 4

A/N: Heavy on the angst with this one. Plane crash injuries. Vomit, blood and some vulgarity. Mentions of God, religion and atheism. That's everything, I think. As always all mistakes are my own and minors are strictly FORBODEN. You and you alone are responsible for your reading choices. Happy reading everyone 📚! Likes, hearts, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!! Much love ❤

Coyote's POV:

Somewhere in the California Desert:

Pain. That's the first thing that came to Coyote's mind as he unhooked himself from his deflated parachute. His left arm at an odd angle, he grimaced as he looked down at it. Definitely dislocated, possibly broken. This is going to hurt he thought as he braced himself against the jagged rock wall.

He braced himself as best as he could and painfully shoved his arm back into the socket. "Son of a bitch!" Echoed in the vast darkness as Coyote popped his arm back into place. He spit blood into the sand and looked around for any sign of Hangman. He finally spotted Jake's white parachute tangled in some trees and Coyote saw his limp body dangling from the treetops. He ran over to where Jake was and grabbed onto his booted foot and started shaking him.

"Shit, Jake. C'mon man, ya gotta wake up. Please. " Coyote leaned against the base of the tree and hung his head. He lowered himself onto the ground and leaned his head against Jake's foot and felt the despair begin to settle in.

Jake's POV:

Pain. His whole body wracked with pain and something or someone leaning on his leg. Excruciating pain shot through Jake's head as he tried to look and see who or what it was. He couldn't see anything so he kicked whoever or whatever it was and he heard a faint "ow." Coyote looked up just in time for Jake's foot to kick him in the head.

"What the fuck, man." Coyote yelped as he pulled himself up using Jake's long legs to help. "Get me down from here." Jake groaned as the pressure in his head erupted and he leaned over and emptied the contents of his stomach. "I think that I'm going to be sick," Javy whined.

"Don't be a pussy," Jake spat as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Javy tossed him his pocket knife as Jake cut himself from his harness and fell to the arid desert ground with a thud. Coyote helped untangle Jake from his parachute and shoved it back into the bag. Jake laid there for a second, the wind knocked out of him as he took stock of his injuries. His head was pounding like he had the worst hangover known to mankind.

His whole body ached bone deep, he felt like he had been run over and dragged by a semi truck over broken glass but I guess that's what happens when you crash your grade A military fighter jet going at top speed. He didn't think that anything was seriously wrong, he just hurt like hell. Possibly a concussion and broken ribs. But it could have been a lot worse, Jake didn't believe in God but by the grace of he and Javy were going to walk out of the desert alive and in one piece. Javy helped him to stand and slung one of Jake's arms over his shoulders and they started walking towards the crash site.

They limped towards the wreckage and stood together in stunned silence. They held onto each other as they stared at the crashed fighter jet and Javy dropped Jake's arm and scrambled over the smoking wreckage and started digging around. "What are you looking for, man? There's nothing left that can help us." Jake heard Javy exclaim triumphantly as he held something small and dark in color above his head. "It's the radio, it might still work. Let them know that we're ok and maybe I can give them our location."

Jake watched as Coyote fiddled with the radio, trying to get a signal. Jake shook his head and started to say that it was useless when he heard it crackle to life. "Command central, this is Lt. Javy Machado and Lt. Jake Seresin we had to eject before we could get coordinates for our last known location. Is anyone out there?" The radio crackled once and went silent and Coyote looked over his shoulder as Jake hung his head in dejection. Javy was about to say that they should pick a direction and start walking when the radio crackled to life, "this is Admiral Johannsson we have military search and rescue on the way, stay where you are. They'll be there shortly. "

Javy clasped the radio to his chest and said a silent thank you to whoever was looking out for them. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Jake look up at the starry night sky and Javy knew that Jake was thinking about Y/N. Coyote made his way back over to Jake and clapped his shoulder and relayed the message and Jake nodded in acknowledgement. They stood together in thankful silence as they saw the lights and heard the sirens of the rescue team. A team of paramedics ushered Jake and Javy out of the way and into the back of the ambulance and put hypothermic blankets over their shoulders and started tending to their wounds.

One paramedic was putting Javy's left arm in a sling to stabilize it. Jake got the brunt of the injuries, as a paramedic shined a flashlight in his eyes. "Lt. Seresin, you have a concussion. Can you tell me what day it is?" Jake winced at the light and muttered "it's Tuesday, I think." She slipped the pen flashlight back into her breast pocket and nodded as she wrote something onto a piece of paper attached to a clipboard.

"Good, are you feeling nauseous or have you vomited within the last few hours?" Javy raised his right hand and answered the question for him. "Yes Ma'am, Hangman's vomit is currently on the ground. It was nasty." She cracked a small smile and made another note on the clipboard. "Alright Lieutenant, I want you to stand up please and let me know if you have any trouble balancing, feelings of dizziness or blurry and or double vision?" Jake stood up and wobbled on his feet.

She watched as he swayed on his feet and made more notes on his chart. "Feeling woozy? Sluggish? Hazy? Foggy? Sensitive to light and sound? Disoriented? Can't concentrate?" Jake nodded "All of the above, ma'am." She jotted down some more notes and helped Hangman sit back down. She took his blood pressure and made one final notation and indicated that he should lay down on the stretcher. "Is that really necessary?" he was barely able to get the question out as she put an oxygen mask over his face.

"Better safe than sorry, Lieutenant." She jumped out of the back of the ambulance and before she could slam the doors shut Jake struggled to sit up and he removed the oxygen mask, "wait! Where are you taking us? Can you please let my girl know that I'm ok? Please?" Hangman gave his best puppy dog eyes and she looked over her shoulder to make sure that nobody was watching her as she climbed back in and sat next to Coyote. She ripped off a piece of paper and wrote down the information that Jake gave to her. She slipped it in her back pocket and jumped out of the ambulance and before slamming the door she said "Gentlemen, you get an all expenses paid trip to the lovely and scenic Naval Hospital in Camp Pendleton. We hope you enjoy your stay." Jake groaned as he collapsed back onto the stretcher as the ambulance lit up the night sky and his only thought was of you. He whispered your name and thought of you as the darkness claimed him.

Y/N POV:

Back at the base camp word had quickly spread like wildfire that Hangman and Coyote had been found alive and being transported to the Naval Hospital at Camp Pendleton. Rooster didn't have the heart to wake you up but he knew that there would be hell to pay if he didn't. He looked down at you as gently snored and a little bit of drool was pooling in the corner of your mouth. He reached a big hand up to your shoulder and gently started shaking you awake. "Y/N, time to rise and shine. They found Jake and Javy, they're being transported to the hospital right now."

You groggily cracked one eye open and picked your head up off of something hard. You looked up into Rooster's honey brown eyes and he gave you an impish smile. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. They found your Prince Charming." You shot up out of your chair, almost toppling it backwards as the blanket tumbled from your shoulders. You weren't sure if you were hearing him correctly and you just stared at him.

You stood there as comprehension slowly dawned on you. They found them. They found Jake and Javy. You stared at Rooster, not knowing what to say as you felt every single emotion from confusion and disbelief to utter euphoria. You felt the tears begin to form behind your eyes as you felt yourself sinking to the ground.

Before your knees could hit the ground, Rooster caught you and pulled you into his embrace. You began sobbing uncontrollably and he rocked you back and forth as he let you get it out of your system. You clung onto him as sobs painfully wracked your body. You felt the warmth of Rooster's big hand as he soothingly rubbed your back. He handed you a tissue as you tried to pull yourself back together.

Rooster stood up and he reached out a hand and pulled you up and onto your feet. You smiled weakly up at him as you heard a commotion further up the command post. You both looked over and saw a paramedic searching the crowd with her eyes. A piece of crumpled up paper in her hand. You two made eye contact with each other and she started to make her way through the crowd towards where you and Rooster were standing.

"Are you Y/N?" Rooster heard you audibly gulp and you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. What if something happened to them on the way to the hospital. She reached out to hand you the piece of paper and your hand was visibly shaking as you took it from her. She looked at you with compassion in her eyes as you struggled to open the note. You were shaking like a leaf in the frigid fall air as Rooster took pity on you and gently took the crumpled up piece of paper from your hands and thanked the paramedic as she nodded and disappeared into the night.

You shut your eyes and took a deep, calming breath and you heard the paper rustling as Rooster opened the note and gave it a quick glance as he looked over at you standing still with your face turned up towards the night sky as you felt a soft breeze against your skin. You felt something warm touch your upper arm and you wiped away tears of relief with the back of your hand and you reach over and take the note from him and grasp his hand in a quick show of your appreciation for him being there for you. Rooster nodded at you and stepped away to speak with Maverick and Phoenix and to give you some space to read Jake's note. You braced yourself and opened up the folded paper. It wasn't Jake's handwriting so you figured that he must have gotten the paramedic to write it.

Y/N, I won't tell you not to worry because that's what you do best. We're OK, a little banged and bruised but nothing more serious than some scrapes. We're currently at the Naval Hospital in Camp Pendleton, I really want to see you.

Yours Forever, Jake.

You could feel the tears forming again behind your eyes but they didn't fall. You pulled yourself together as best as you could and you made your way towards your sister. You could feel Rooster and Maverick staring at you, their concern for you radiating off of them. You gave them a weak smile and stood next to Nat. You needed your big sister now more than ever and she could sense that.

You hugged Rooster and Maverick and thanked them for everything. Rooster walked with you towards Nat's car and opened up the door for you and you hugged him again and kissed his cheek as you settled yourself into the passenger seat. You buckled yourself in as you saw Nat say a few words to Rooster and Mav as you let your head rest against the seat and you looked out the window at the horizon as the inky blackness of the night sky gradually gave way to morning. You were bone tired and you could only begin to imagine how exhausted Jake and Javy must be. Surviving a near fatal plane crash must have been beyond terrifying.

You had no more tears to cry so you gave silent thanks to whoever was listening and you heard Nat say goodbye to Rooster and Maverick and she started the car and looked over at you. She smiled at you and you gave her one in return. You finally felt like you could breathe easier as Phoenix started the car and she said "Camp Pendleton?" You nodded in agreement and you felt yourself drifting off as you and Nat made the journey towards the hospital and you couldn't wait to see Jake again and make sure that he and Javy were okay. As you fell asleep, you dropped the note that Jake had written for you and Phoenix picked it up carefully and her curiosity got the better of her, she rolled to a stop at the red light and read what Jake had written to you. In the early dawn hours there was nobody else on the road so as the light turned green Phoenix folded up the note and gently put it in the glove box for safe keeping.

Driving on the back roads gave Phoenix plenty of time for contemplation. Everything happened so quickly, your parents untimely passing, the house back home still needs to be packed up and put on the market, you had only been in California for a few months and still hadn't fully settled in yet. Now another set back with Hangman getting hurt and you still haven't come to terms with everything that has happened to you in such a short period of time. Phoenix wondered when the universe would give you a chance to catch your breath and she whispered a silent prayer that you could finally get a break and a chance to be happy and Nat seriously hoped that once the dust settled you'd see a future for yourself in California.

~Fin~

(Until next time 😉)

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jawabear · 2 years ago

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If you write for ghost nsfw can I request a ghost x femreader? Maybe we're reader gets overwhelmed and has to say the safe word?

Here and Now

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

A/N: this is short and kind of bad? not sure how i feel about it. I think i went in a darker direction. but i hope you like it anyway

Genre: angst

Warnings: AFAB!reader, choking, hints of panic attacks, i think i made it seem like Ghost has a personality disorder..., comfort, safe word use, hints of PTSD

Summary: Ghost struggles to separate himself from his work, and you get the wrong end of the stick.

It had been a rough day. This always happened when he was on leave. He was bored, unoccupied, alone. There were no distractions. Nothing to keep him out of his own head. And with that came the flooding of his job. The things he’d seen. The things he’d done. It wound him up. Cut him down. Made him loose control of himself and forget where he was. Who he was with.

And he was with you.

Simon was usually quite good at keeping Simon and Ghost separate around you. But now, he was something different altogether. He was a dangerous, scared man.

His hand was tight around your neck as he fucked himself into you. So tight that it made your lungs burn. And not in a good way. No. This was too much. You tried to speak but you had no air to formulate your words. This wasn’t fun. This was scary. Simon was lost. You could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t there. Whatever it was that was possessing him had locked your Simon somewhere deep inside the body.

You used your strength to try and kick him away. But it was a tap if nothing else. So you clawed at his arm, scratched and pulled at his skin, he didn’t need to stop from that, just loosen his grip so you could talk.

Eventually, he did loosen his grip. He blinked a few times. Simon was coming back.

“Red!” You gasped as loudly as you could.

Everything stopped then. Simon was back. He nearly fell off the bed at the speed and velocity he used to pull himself away from you. His face nothing short of horrified at the way you coughed and struggled to catch your breath. Your hand holding your throat where his hand was moments ago.

He said nothing as he scrambled off the bed and pulled in his pyjama bottoms. Simon then began pacing. Back and forth. His hands tangling and tugging at his hair. His breath heaving in his chest.

“Simon” you said. Your voice a little croaky. He jumped and looked at you, his eyes watering. You grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it over your head. You shakily moved towards him only for him to take a step away.

“No” he shook his head. “Stay there. I don’t want to hurt you again”

“You won’t” you assured him “you could never hurt me”

“Well I just fuckin’ did, didn’t I?” He snapped.

You serged forwards and wrapped yourself around him. “I love you Simon” you said. It was a random comment but one you knew he needed to hear. His body was still tense. You began to kiss over his chest, paying more attention to the numerous scars littered across his skin. “You could never hurt me, Simon”

He knew what you meant. His body went slack against you. If you weren’t already holding him, you were sure he would fall over. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your neck.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry love. I don’t know what happened. I’ve just been…my fucking head. It’s full of shit and I…”

“It’s alright, Simon. You don’t need to explain yourself to me” you shushed him. You fingers finding their way to his hair to run through the soft strands. “I’m okay Simon. You’re okay.”

“I promise” he began, his voice a little strained “I promise I’ll look after you. I won’t let anything hurt you. Not even me”

“I know” you smiled and pressed a kiss to his head “I know you will Simon. And I will look after you. I won’t let anything hurt you. Especially not yourself”

29/1/23

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader #modern warfare 2 #angst

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conanssummerchild · 11 months ago

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im bored as shit so im going to asign a community person/ship to every conan gray song bcs i really just use this site as a stream of my conciousness, if anyone has a better one for any of them feel free to tell me, also fair warning abed is my fav character, i'll try not to make everything abt him and troy but no promises

grow: the whole final episode really but im thinking mostly jeff tbh or also abed leaving for LA, or even maybe troy leaving on his voyage ☹️

idle town: the 'town' being greendale i feel like this applies to jeff also 😭 like its abt all of them but its jeffs pov

generation why: im thinking my girl britta hehe idk how to explain it but the vibes are so there

crush culture: im thinking annie, but also maybe jeff, aro king 👑

greek god: im thinking maybe abed in high school? i would say annie but she seemed to care more about fitting in while abed had accepted he couldnt, also hes like insightful and observant yk

lookalike: oh my god, brittas pov and its about jeff and slater oof

the other side: troy and abed, specifically in geothermal escapism 😭</3 im killing myself why would i do this

the king: okay fuck this is so trobed coded, abeds pov

comfort crowd: the whole study group tbh <33 in more specifics i was thinking jeff + the study group and honestly abed and annie

wish you were sober: i mean this one has to be either jeff and britta or britta and troy, though troy and britta could be taken either as britta wanting to go party and smoke weed or wtv and troy not rlly doing that stuff or britta feeling rejected bcs of troy giving all his attention to abed 😭 (like as in wish u were sober being wish u werent a raging homosexual)

maniac: probably i'd have to say jeffbritta from either pov

(online love): i... dont know tbh. the vibes are giving annie and troy for some reason, maybe once troys already left?

checkmate: the fond eyeroll i had to give, jeff and britta again. maybe annie being pissed at jeff over their kiss but i dont ship them romantically

the cut that always bleeds: idk, maybe jeff and annies weird ass relationship that keeps fucking happening is the closest, from annies pov

fight or flight: idk tbh, maybe trobed and britta if i had to go with smth, this one is mostly EXTREMELY byler coded (from stranger things) and im never fucking letting that go

affluenza: ok i mean ive gotta give this one to jeff dont i

(can we be friends?): troy abed and annie <3 im so soft for them

heather: ok fuck i HAVE to say trobed and britta and its abeds pov and if we're being specific them in virtual systems analysis becuase i'll never get over this episode ("ive run the simulations, i dont get married :/") bcs i fucking love abed being jealous of britta while she was with troy in the cool way but also in the sad if troy cant love me no one will way

little league: this is troy and abed when troy leaves :(((( and this is canon bcs my beloved wife and i are so troy and abed coded and she loves little league sooo

the story: ok so the boy and the girl are hmm annie and abed, the boy and the boy are troy and abed duh doy, him and his friend are maybe idk britta and troy, i dont wanna say jeff or abed bcs their dad/mum abandoned them and that bit's abt wanting to get away from ur parents yk

fake: (😭) maybe jeff (alan's pov 😔😔💔💔) nah but fr i see people joking abt his song but its lowkey fire

overdrive: WHY DO THEY ALL MAKE ME THINK OF JEFF AND BRITTA

telepath: jeff 😔 and 😔 britta 😔

movies: ok i literally cant say anyone other than abed, the king of movies. im not really feeling troy tho, maybe rachel, like maybe when abed kept trying to super speed run their relationship and he was anxious abt not passing the relationship tests

people watching: the MOST annie coded song ever holy fuck she is so people watching coded i love her so much

disaster: abed. or britta. my abandonment/commitment issues babies <33

best friend: TROBED. THE ONLY BEST FRIENDS EVER

astronomy: would it be absolutely too painful if i said troy and abed. honestly i actually think im feeling more jeff and abed but not like at eachother just both of them together in their sadness, from their pov to someone else (britta and troy probably seeing as these r their main romantic interests)

yours: AHH THIS SONG DEAR GOD </3 can i say abed jesus fuck im killing myself this one for abed hurts so much, not really directed at anyone in specific, or more like just directed at everyone, just his abandonment issues :( ("i dont always see it coming" PUT ME DOWN)

jigsaw: oo britta, my queen she just wants to be loved so bad </3 but also a bit abed ("if being less insane would make you stay" oof)

family line: okay. jeff.he actually invented having daddy issues

summer child: ok its abed bcs i kin him idc, im conans summer child™ and i said so /lh

footnote: not quite sure, very annie coded imo. maybe trobed? either pov ig but im feeling troy

memories: hm, trobed after troy leaves? abed trying to get over him but he keeps imagining troys still there with him like as in one of the hallucinations he has bcs i read a fic like this yesterday and it was sooooo good, idk maybe this is a little far fetched

the exit: im not rlly sure actually, either jeffbritta after the whole i love you in front of anyone fiasco or trobed when troys dating britta 🤷‍♂️

never ending song: ok, jeffbritta.

winner: THE MOST SONG EVER. ok this one is abed. it will always be abed. family line i feel like is more about a hostile home enviroment and jeff implies that his was, while winner is more pain of neglect or disconnect so i feel like its more appliable to abed because of how hes shown to not be understood by his parents and feels responsible for his mother leaving and this makes me think of the line "you dont really wanna hear the truth, do you?" because like his mum loving him on paper but not actually loving who he is or be willing to accept hes different and has different needs FUCK abeds mother all my homies hate abeds mother (what im not projecting at all my parents definitely love me and accept that im autistic /s)

killing me: im not quite sure actually. conan did write this song about someone who gave him tonsilitis and abed cannonically had tonsilitis though so 🤯

lonely dancers: hmm i feel like this song is upbeat enough to be trobed being silly tgth but maybe its more jeffbritta coded, or jeff and abed abt britta and troy, or vice versa, not sure

sorry i never mentioned shirley i do love her

feel free to take any of these as platonic or romantic idrk, a lot of them i couldve meant either way anyway

if u even made it this far u can have a gold star ⭐️ there u go

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thedept · 28 days ago

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For 3 1/2 years, we had issues at home where if our living room TV was on our internet services slowed to a crawl. Like, sub-10 Mbps crawl.

The TV is a circa 2012 LG smart TV, but it hadn't been connected to our WiFi in years because LG dropped most of the native apps and we switched to a Fire Stick.

I spent countless hours on the phone with our ISP. We tried factory resetting the TV, we swapped in another Fire Stick, we removed the Fire Stick entirely. I even changed routers from the stock one provided by our ISP to a good one I bought (which I'd historically always done anyway), and then to another purchased router. Nothing fixed the issue.

The end result was that if anyone was working from home and had meetings, the living room TV could not be on. Not normally a big deal, but during Covid times and still on things like sick days, it sucked.

A few months ago we moved, and while we're in the same building I changed ISP's to Verizon. Things improved, so I chalked it up to something weird with the old ISP. But, the Verizon router was shit and didn't extend signal into our bedroom, so I hooked up our old router (figuring if it worked I'd buy a newer one), and the same problem happened again.

Then as I'm finally at my wits' end and ready to buy a new TV, I remember, and after 3 1/2 years, that our soundbar has a standalone subwoofer that it connects to via Bluetooth. I run a speed test, service is shit; I unplug the subwoofer and run another one, speeds shoot up and look wonderful; I plug the sub back in, speed plummets again.

So anyway, now thanks to online sales last week we own a fancy new soundbar and things work great, and I, a supposed technology professional, spent years not thinking about the Bluetooth subwoofer as the possible culprit.

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wildcardsources · 3 months ago

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SHIT OXBOXTRA HAS SAID - PART ONE

Taken from various videos from the youtube channels Outside Xbox and Outside Xtra, primarily their various annual Xmas Challenge videos.

❛ Would you say Fast and Furious is the Citizen Kane of movies? ❜

❛ Nearly touched some grass, you guys! ❜

❛ You fool. You listened to me. ❜

❛ Alright, pretty boy. Let's do this! ❜

❛ How do you fancy your chances? ❜

❛ Nice shot, dingus! ❜

❛ Aaaah, I regret everything! ❜

❛ If you wanna find us, _____, just follow the sounds of the knife fight happening. ❜

❛ I want other people to feel bad, rather than me to feel good. Is that so wrong? ❜

❛ Sorry. I'm going to do that again and be less bad. ❜

❛ Now I am become speed. Destroyer of ... ______. ❜

❛ I'm a badass, _____. As you know. ❜

❛ It's not that I'm better, it's just that I'm more efficient! ❜

❛ I believe in you, _____, despite all the evidence to the contrary. ❜

❛ This Ken's job is just punching! ❜

❛ Mess with the best, die like the rest. ❜

❛ Am I proud of this? Absolutely. ❜

❛ Alright! It's the worst case scenario, Merry Christmas. ❜

❛ That's the nice thing to say, right? And I totally meant it! ❜

❛ That is clearly the Babadook! ❜

❛ This is definitely someone's kink. ❜

❛ It's so much easier to make problems than to solve problems. ❜

❛ And because I am a self-sacrificing, better person... ❜

❛ So what is everyone unhappy about? ❜

❛ It's like they don't even WANT to kill me! ❜

❛ ____, I can't play favorites because I'm the adjudicator, but you better win this! ❜

❛ What could be more festive than a knife fight? ❜

❛ The cops have no jurisdiction in space. ❜

❛ Sleep is a bit like death. It's the cousin of death. ❜

❛ I suspect his definition of fun is very different from our definition of fun. ❜

❛ Am I in danger? I mean, immediate danger. ❜

❛ Middling to good condition, that's the ______ promise. ❜

❛ Who's to say what's good and what's bad? ❜

❛ Ready to right a wrong, _____? ❜

❛ You just stay there, don't worry. ❜

❛ It's in your wheelhouse, because it sounds like we're gonna be doing a lot of running away. ❜

❛ I will be acting on pure instinct. ❜

❛ Oh wow. Your handwriting's bad, whoever wrote this... ❜

❛ _______, our gentlemen's duel is at an end! You fought valiantly. We shall drink well in the tavern tonight! ❜

❛ Yes! The gods are on my side! ❜

❛ That's my secret, Captain. Nobody likes me. ❜

❛ I admire your confidence in the face of almost insurmountable odds. ❜

❛ I think I need maximum time to think about my options. ❜

❛ Stop having fun and focus! ❜

❛ There's no time for that, you idiots! ❜

#rp prompts #rp meme #rp sentence starters #rp sentence prompts #rp sentence meme #roleplay prompts #roleplay memes #sentence starters #oxboxtra sentence starters

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edgessunflower · 1 year ago

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The next request babes is Rhea Ripley and Becky Lynch x y/n (unless you want to give her a name). Anything works for me.

Woo!

Could never be mad at you

Pairing: Becky Lynch x Fem reader x Rhea Ripley

Description: You attack Charlotte Flair after she takes insults too far against your girlfriends

Warning: Blood and Minor Swearing

Things were tense in the ring between your girlfriends and Charlotte Flair as you stand backstage watching the confrontation on the monitor in your locker room. You feel your blood boil watching charlotte not only degrade both of them but also pretty much act that she was better than everyone else on the women's roster but what pushed you over the edge was when she grabbed and ripped a few strands of rhea's hair out, you run stop speed almost knocking over Bayley before being grabbed by Liv and Sasha but you jerk free running past Damian who knew just how mad you were immediately running after you "Hey hey Mija! No you're not going out there and doing something you'll regret" you yell and flail in his arms before you pull a low blow running faster as he, liv, Sonya, and Jey run after you as your only goal was to cause pure hell not even remembering what happened after you got free from damian's grasp, you jump in the ring and grab charlotte before either of your girlfriends could react and after a few minutes the two of you were a ball of limbs, yelling, hair pulling, and even biting first from charlotte to your mid hip then you later on to her ear before being pulled off by both your girlfriends who were in disbelief as they carried you out of the ring backstage instantly stopping alarmed when you begin laughing. Your mouth had a little blood over it and in it as you pull charlotte's ear ring out of your mouth that you yanked out from her ear, they immediately put you down tending to your bruised and bleeding body "Why did you do that darling?" you cough as becky wraps your scraped knuckles up feeling tears form in your eyes "I just couldn't let that bitch just treat you like shit and get away from it" the two women smile softly and emotionally as the tears flowed and you couldn't help the quiet cries that poured out of you "Baby girl come here" rhea gently pulls you into her lap while holding a small ice pack to the bite mark on your hip feeling becky rub your back "Dear we're not mad a bit stunned yeah but we could never be mad at you" you melt laying against rhea listening to becky's voice as the cries turned to sniffles feeling sore and tired as becky changes before grabbing you and holding you to her as rhea changes before they strip and dress you carefully before heading back to your house for the night falling asleep on rhea after laying in bed under the covers, becky smiles seeing you asleep on top of rhea as she watches tv before she lays next to the two of you falling asleep a little bit later after rhea fell asleep with her head on her shoulder still holding you in her arms which becky joins as her arm wraps around your back and her hand lays lightly on rhea's hip.

#wwe x reader #rhea ripley #becky lynch x reader #wwe #becky lynch x reader x rhea ripley #becky lynch #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x reader x becky lynch

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howlingday · 10 months ago

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Can you do a sketch about super speed like what Solid jj just did please?

MEANWHILE IN THE HALL OF BEACON!

Yang: So I said, "Blake! You gotta be KITTEN me right MEOW!" (RWBY laughing) B-Because she's a cat faunus!

Yang: No, but seriously, think about it, I mean, just think about the amount of problems I could solve if I just had super-speed for one day!

Weiss: Believe me, you don't want to go down that road.

Yang: What are you talking about?

Weiss: Just believe me, Xiao Long. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Yang: The hell are you talking about?! It's super-speed! You do shit quickly! What's the drawback?

Ruby: ...Super-speed sucks.

Weiss: Somebody finally said it! Thank you!

Yang: Explain how!

Weiss: Well, when you're using super-speed, your brain has to process things just as quickly. So while we're moving very quickly, everything else around us just seems to move in slow motion.

Yang: Yeah, sure.

Weiss: ...And you don't see a problem with that?

Yang: Not really.

Weiss: Alright, stop me if you've heard this one before.

Weiss: "Help us, Miss Schnee! This Dust Bomb is about to explode! Quick, read this 500-page manual in the tenth of a second! So you can disarm it!"

Yang: That sounds awesome!

Weiss: From your perspective, sure. It looks like I just open the book, shut it, and I know everything. Case closed. But from MY perspective, I'm moving at regular speed. So when I do that, I'm sitting down and reading a 500-page manual, page by page, word for word.

Yang: That's still incredible!

Weiss: You're not listening to me. I'm reading a book so I can defuse a bomb that could go off at ANY second, and I have to read and comprehend fucking quantum mechanics BEFORE that happens.

Yang: Alright, sure. But that's pretty situational. What about just moving around? Running from place to place?

Ruby: Yeah, I can tell you about that. So when I move, it looks like I'm going ZOOOOM all the way down the street, but from my perspective? I'm just walking. I'm just walking... at a regular pace. And, like, it's one thing when I'm just running across the city, but no, I have to fucking walk all the way to fucking Menagerie. Imagine WALKING to Menagerie.

Yang: Wait, so when you do that running around the world punch-

Ruby: I'm walking the entire way.

Yang: Oh my god.

Ruby: Yeah. Seconds become hours. Hours become days. Days becomes years. I have... I have lost my sense of self.

Yang: Wait, but I thought that when you ran super-fast, everything else would process just as fast.

Weiss: No, that's stupid. How would that even work? Like, how would you even control that? You think you can just flip something like that on and off? Like, if that were the case, then even when we're not moving super-fast, everything else would be seen as moving in slow motion, which is, uh... Which is just fucking terrifying.

Yang: I guess having powers is a real curse when you think about it. I guess I'm better off not having any powers.

Weiss: No, you still suck. Right, Ruby? RUBY?

Ruby: (Slow breathing)

WEEEISS: RUUUUUUBYYYYYYYY?

Weiss: Oh, and you also have to eat a lot because you burn so much energy.

Ruby: Oh, that's what that is? I thought I was just dying!

Weiss: What th- What the fuck do you mean you thought you were dying?

Ruby: I dunno. I just ran really fast and I just felt really weak after. I just... I just thought I was dying.

Weiss: ...What would you have done if you were dying?

Ruby: I dunno. I'd figure something out.

Weiss: ...We're falling apart, guys. This isn't sustainable.

Blake:

Yang: Blake, are you okay?

Ruby: I don't think she's breathing.

Weiss: Fuck.

#rwby #solid jj #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long

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hey-heigo · 29 days ago

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Chapter 28

well that's a series wrap on byakuya. thanks for reading everyone. in this final chapter we're gonna flush him down the toilet like a goldfish

SEE HERE FOR GENERAL WARNINGS AND FIC SUMMARY

Some pre-chapter notes:

in case you cant tell i'm a very big fan of that chapter 4 scene where aoi slaps the shit out of byakuya for being a reprehensible human

at what point does 'this might as well happen' not cut it anymore for trauma coping

fellow understander! @digitaldollsworld

Content warning tags: graphic description of vomiting, description of near-drowning symptoms, graphic descriptions of first aid and fatal wound treatment, character death, description of blood/gore, canon-typical violence implied

< previous - from start - next >

They’re cleaning up when the cafeteria doors slam open with a bang, Toko running in with braids whipping wildly, hands clutching something to her chest.

And the first thing she does, as everyone turns to stare at her, is look at Makoto and scream.

“HELP him,” She wails, trembling. “He - the pool, the water-”

Makoto takes a look at what she’s holding in her hands. It’s a key, being held so tightly that it must surely be cutting into her fingers, the keychain jangling. She’s trembling so much that it takes him a moment to read the name, monogrammed in small, neat characters.

And then he’s running, speeding out into the hall, a horrible, dawning feeling of fear clawing at his ankles as he goes.

When Byakuya wakes up, it’s to the fading, digital chime of bells, and the taste of coffee and something apple-sour being pressed into his mouth, warm and forcing sweet oxygen down his trachea…

Along with some more water, the pressure forcing a bubble of it down his windpipe, and he flails against the hands on his sternum and face, shoving wildly away to turn over and vomit onto the tile.

Nothing comes up but liquid, disgustingly warm in contrast to the rest of him, tasting vaguely like bile and chlorine. It goes on for a…a while, or maybe just a moment, but it feels like minutes before he finally expels everything that was in him. Leaving him shivering in the aftermath, lying on his side with an aching core of emptiness in his stomach.

For a few moments, he doesn’t move, still coughing slightly with every other breath, mouth foul-tasting and clammy. His skin is damp and cold, freezing through his clothes where he’s pressed against the tile floor, and his chest aches - a twisted sort of blessing, a sign that he was breathing at least - and as it was, everything hurt, his head, his limbs, his ribs. He blinks his eyes open and finds them even more bleary than usual, stinging with water.

“Can you sit up?” Someone asks gently, and there’s a hand at his back ready to support him. He grunts in response and tries to push himself onto his elbows; to minimal success, and in response an arm loops under his shoulders as he nearly lurches over, pulling him into a kneeling position and keeping him steady.

He blinks again, vision clearing somewhat. Purple and white and a strip of viscera-red floating in front of him - Kyoko is kneeling to his right, staring him dead in the face. Standing behind her is Ogami, holding a mass of pale blue. A glance to his opposite side reveals that the one holding him up is Asahina.

A careful, squinting scan reveals that there’s no dark-green shape of Makoto, and Byakuya can’t decide if he’s relieved or bothered by that.

“Here,” Ogami says, and he looks up just in time for something to drop over his shoulders, and he jerks backwards. But it’s only a towel, blue and thick and only a little scratchy, and he clutches it to himself, rubbing his arms to try and work some warmth into them. Ogami passes one to Asahina and Kyoko as well, and they both begin toweling themselves off.

Only then does Byakuya realize that they must have jumped into the water to save him, and isn’t that a thought. He’s not sure how to feel about it - for the time being, the only thing he could feel was another wave of nausea, as he leans over and retches one more time, chest convulsing painfully, but coming up with nothing.

More humiliatingly, is the hand reassuringly rubbing his back, like he’s a child. Moving stiff and awkward and only slightly warmer than his own skin. “How are you feeling?” Ogami asks as his shoulders stop trembling, and her voice is clinical and calm, and the careful, professional tone of it is almost welcome.

“Lovely,” Byakuya rasps back with a wince, touching his ribs. He turns to glare at Kyoko, who removes her hand. “You know it’s ill-advised to perform mouth-to-mouth CPR if you aren’t trained in it?”

Instead of replying to him, she turns to Ogami. “He’s doing fine.”

“Can you stand?” Asahina tugs at his arm. She sounds uncharacteristically serious. “We should go to the nurse’s office. We need to check for signs of secondary drowning.”

“There’s no need-”

“No, this is serious. We have no idea how long you were in there for.” She tugs at him again. “Come on. You can complain while we walk - can you walk?”

Probably, though it wouldn’t be pleasant. He can feel the distinct sting of raw skin on his wrists and ankles, but they didn’t need to know that. He lets Asahina hoist him up, declines Ogami’s offer to support him with a raised hand - “Where’s Makoto?” He asks, before he can stop himself.

There’s a moment’s pause, as the three girls look at each other for a moment. Kyoko must have lost whatever staring contest they were holding, because she sighs. “While we were pulling you up, Hifumi came and told us there was another body discovered.” She explains, balling the towel up in her hands. “Makoto and Hiro went with him to go check it out. It was the best division of labor considering our skill sets.”

Byakuya feels his shoulders slump somewhat beneath the towel. He probably didn’t go willingly. Not considering the previous day’s events. But Byakuya has the feeling she’s trying to reassure him somewhat, and he scowls. “Yes, I doubt he would be more capable of swimming or first aid than the Ultimate Swimmer and a world-renowned athlete.” He snarks. “I should ask why you didn’t go with him, seeing as you were trying to drown me on dry land. Who’s the victim?”

“Other than you? No idea.” She tosses her towel over him, successfully muffling him before he can say anything more. “We haven’t gone to go see yet, the discovery announcement went off just before you gained consciousness. You should go to the nurse’s office to dry off. You’re a mess.”

He drags the towel off his face and throws it back at her, only for her to catch it harmlessly out of the air. “I don’t need you to tell me that.”

“For someone skilled in multiple languages, it seems you never learned how to say ‘thank you.’”

“For someone who needs to brush her teeth, it seems you don’t know basic manners.”

“Oh my god, guys.” Asahina groans. “Can you please not do this now?”

Continuing to argue would be counter-productive, especially now that the adrenaline was wearing off and the full freezing effect of his damp clothes was becoming evident. He lets Asahina guide him out through the girl’s locker room, watches Kyoko and Ogami continue up the stairs as he’s half-supported, half-led downwards. By the time they get to the nurse’s room, he can barely stop his teeth from chattering, as Asahina pushes him to sit on a cot and rifles out some heating packs from a drawer for him before leaving the room.

She returns a few moments later with her arms draped in white and red and gray-green, and tosses something at him. He only barely catches it, fumbling at the same time with the packs clutched in his hands and arms crossed over his chest. A green mass of cotton - composed of two, smaller masses - it takes him a moment of unfolding and shaking them out until he can recognize the full shape of a pair of sweatpants. “A-a tracksuit?”

“There’s a t-shirt and socks in there too, somewhere,” She tosses down a pair of nondescript white shoes on the ground in front of him with a thump. “Toko ran off with your key, and you shouldn’t stay in those clothes any longer than you have to.” She explains, and he clicks his tongue. irritated but wholly unsurprised. “Hurry up and get changed.”

And he probably should. It feels like his dampened clothes are freezing into a shell against his skin, but he doesn’t move. Staring pointedly at Asahina, eyebrow raised, until she notices, and sighs.

“You can pull the curtains, you know,” She gestures at something above his head, and sure enough, there are pale green sheets hanging from a silver track on the ceiling around either end of the bed.

His face heats a bit. “I…hadn’t noticed.” He says through teeth clenched to stop trembling. He’d rarely been in a school’s infirmary, as communal as it was. “I don’t usually try to be injured enough to be in a place like this.”

Asahina doesn’t reply to that, instead walking over and drawing the privacy curtains around him with a rustle of scraping chains. Immediately his surroundings dim, enclosing him, with the only light streaming from above and below the curtain itself. From the sounds of shuffling cloth and the drip of water outside, it seemed that she was changing as well - Byakuya feels that their positions should be reversed, somehow.

Peeling his damp clothes from his skin is…a less than pleasant experience, especially as his fingertips feel too numb to properly undo his buttons. He manages it though, and the change of clothing is nice - surprisingly comfortable, albeit a half-size too big - and he feels warmer already by the time he pulls the curtains open again.

Asahina had changed as he thought, though her tracksuit is a vivid maroon matching her usual jacket, and was folding her clothes into a neat pile on the table. There’s an array of various materials spread on a tray next to her, a roll of bandages and gauze, a tube of ointment. There’s the silver shine of a stethoscope stark around her neck. “Okay, stay seated. I need to check if there’s water in your lungs.”

“You’re well-versed in this.”

She shrugs one shoulder as she sits down and rolls over on a stool, carrying the tray like a waiter. “Only kind of.” She says off-handedly. “You know, with being ‘the Ultimate Swimmer’ and all.” She doesn’t sound particularly proud of it for some reason, and doesn’t elaborate further. “I don’t know how to use any of the fancy machine stuff in here, so we’re gonna have to do this the old-fashioned way. Breathe in and out, deeply, when I tell you. And tell me if anything hurts.”

The stethoscope is cold, even through layers of clothing. He sits up straight, feeling strangely quiet. Much like the night before, where he found himself compliant and unopposed to Makoto’s whims. It was easier to follow along what someone told him, than to think.

It must be the shock. He takes another deep breath as Asahina moves the scope to his back.

“Okay. I think you’re good.” She says at last. setting the scope away. “Any pain?”

“Only near my ribs.” He reaches up and touches a particularly tender spot to the right side of his sternum, just above his diaphragm. It had the same sore quality of a bruise. “I think it’s from the CPR, but it doesn’t feel broken, at least.” He pauses. “That probably means you didn’t do it right.”

“Well, sorry for not cracking your bones I guess,” She snaps, sounding entirely unsorry. “I’ll try harder next time, you asshole.”

It takes him a moment to remember his tongue in his mouth. “Excuse me?”

Instead of immediately responding, she tears open a small white square with her teeth, shaking out an alcoholic wipe, the smell of it sharp in his nose. In a quick, easy motion, she grabs one of his hands, pushing up the sleeve of his jacket, and wraps the damp cloth around his wrist, swiping it over the wound with a tight grip on his hand even as he jerks with pain, just barely biting back a hiss as his nerves scream with the burn of it. “You are an asshole. You do know that, right?”

And she releases him, tossing the wipe away. He examines the exposed wound, notes that the skin surrounding it looks redder than before - before she’s pinned his hand again, this time to squeeze a line of white over the red from a thin tube of ointment. Trying to pull free of her is futile, but at least this didn’t burn. “Did I do something to you?” He grits out, grimacing at the uncomfortable greasy feeling as she winds gauze and bandages around his arm.

“I mean. It’s what you didn’t do.” She replies, tone clipped and the least pleasant he’s ever heard it. She reaches for his other hand, and he jerks it away at the last moment.

“Enough circumventing. If you have something to say, just say it.” He retorts. The pain had helped clear his head at least, enough for him to finally feel angry. The sensation of fear and cold had given away, leaving nothing behind by the disgrace at how he had been treated, how he was being treated. As if he had done anything wrong. “Pointless pettiness and guessing games are for people who are too stupid to be clear about what they want.”

He jumps as she throws down the roll of bandages, pushing away from him with a huff. “God, you’re so-! You’re such a dick!” her voice is shrill and furious, and he tries not to flinch, immediately on guard. “I - we just saved your stupid life, and you’re being so stuck up about it - what’s your problem?!”

“I didn’t ask to be dragged around and tossed into a pool,” He snaps back immediately, almost in reflex. He flexes his hands, preparing to bolt if he has to. “I’m so sorry for inconveniencing you with my misfortune, I’ll do my best to drown faster next ti-”

He cuts off as the ointment tube bounces harmlessly off of his head, clattering onto the floor. “Can you cut that out?!” Asahina hisses. She’s standing now, looking down at him with what was probably a thunderously furious look, but it’s hard to tell with the light behind her. The bandages and disinfectant wipes fall from her lap and scatter to the floor. “Look, I get it, okay? I’m sorry that happened to you. I get that you’re having a hard time. But we’re not playing the misery olympics, so can you at least just say ‘thanks’ or not be a total asshole while we’re trying to help?”

She turns fully away as her outburst ends, walking off to stand in front of the counter, back facing him. He sits silently for a moment, stunned, and a little embarrassed, which in itself was somewhat novel. Not utterly humiliated for once, but - her words did have some logic in them, and he chews thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek for a moment. None of them were trained paramedics or professionals, or had any obligation for his life. Nor did he have anything to offer them that would justify their interest in his well-being.

“Well,” He manages after a moment. She has a point, and it would be…wrong, not to acknowledge that much. “I…suppose, yes. That is - I mean - thank you.”

Not the most eloquent he could have been, but he could blame that on the near-death experience. She still doesn’t turn towards him. “I should have - you have a point,” He continues on, clumsily. “It was an…oversight, on my part, not to recognize that. But in my defense, I was a little preoccupied. I’m not exactly used to needing to be rescued.” He smiles to himself, a little bitterly. “Would you believe me if I said I try not to make a habit of near-death experiences?”

She still doesn’t turn back to him, but her shoulders slump as she sighs, a universally recognizable sound of exhaustion. “...Yeah. Right. I…look, I’m sorry too. I’m - everyone - we’re all freaked out, I guess, and I…shouldn’t have freaked out on you, but I take it seriously when I’m trying to help someone, y’know? And I guess I’m just used to it when people have a habit of, like, basic courtesy and stuff.” When she turns back to him her face isn’t nearly half as shadowed. “It’s pretty obvious you got one of the shorter ends of the stick, and I’d be pretty mad if I were in your spot too. I just wish…”

“What? That I’d be nicer?”

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible for you.” She leans down to pick up the scattered medical supplies. “I wish that we had all met differently. If we’d already known each other before this stupid game started, you could trust us more about your…thing, and we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

He could understand why she would wish such a thing. Unhealthy codependency with Sakura aside, he could only imagine how jarring the whole experience of witnessing your murdered peers would have on someone as casual as her. “Statistically speaking, most murders are committed by someone already known to the victim.” He says pointedly. “If we’d all known each other, it would’ve only delayed the inevitable.”

She does an impressively exaggerated eye roll. “I changed my mind. I do wish you’d stop acting like a pompous dick.” And she grabs his other arm, and before he can react he feels his raw nerves being doused in the cold burn of isopropyl, and this time he does yelp and try to retract his hand. But she holds it fast until she’s done, dressing it expertly, and the tightness of the bandaging is almost reassuring, the pressure stymieing the pain. “But, you’re welcome. I’m glad you didn’t die.”

Her voice softens as she says that, and he can tell it’s genuine. Somehow, that throws him off even more than her initial scolding, and he stays silent, wrapping one hand around the newly bandaged area, squeezing it slightly with a contemplative frown.

“I’m gonna do your ankle now. Lift your leg?”

He jerks his foot backwards quickly. “I’ll do it myself.”

Once his wounds are fully tended to, they have a brief, heated argument over what should be done next. Aoi wanted him to rest in the nurse’s office until they could get his key back from Fukawa, but he refused outright, on the basis of several points: one, given that the culprit had apparently attempted to kill two people despite Monokuma’s trials only requiring one, it was likely they were out of a rational scope of logic, and he would be safer with the others given that he was a surviving witness. Two, given that he was an important suspect, he should confer his information with the others as soon as possible while it was still fresh in his mind. And three, as long as Fukawa was unaccounted for, he didn’t want to be in any situation where he could potentially be left alone somewhere to be subsequently cornered by her.

He purposefully doesn’t address how Monokuma’s rules forbid killing after an initial body was discovered, or how Aoi could simply just stay with him as a sort of safeguard. But she doesn’t argue, only sighing as she accompanies him towards the third floor, matching his slow, limping pace.

He’s hardly ever been up here, he realizes, as they step into the hallway. He vaguely remembers traversing through here once, but it takes him a moment to place which room is where. As they turn the corner and spy Yamada outside the room at the end of the hall, pale and trembling and sitting next to the dark purple pile of Fukawa’s unconscious form, it still doesn’t click for him that they’re outside of the art room until they actually reach the entrance.

Inside is the dusty, chemical scent of paint, metal, and the earthier smells of clay and old stone. He shudders for a moment, wrinkling his nose. The walls are a riot of color, pictures and paintings plastered and entirely covering up whatever the wallpaper was, pottery and half-finished busts gathering sitting on the shelves.

Aoi gasps audibly. It takes him a moment to realize that the large blot of color on the floor was not from spilled paint, but rather, was the source of the metallic smell that he’d noticed earlier. And it was oozing slowly outwards from the slumped body of Mondo Owada.

He’s hardly recognizable at first, missing his black coat and pompadour. He seems to have noticeably lost weight, in the white button-down shirt that is rolled at the sleeves and stained at the collar with the blood that was streaming from his forehead. Hiro, Kyoko, Sakura and Makoto are kneeling on either side of him, pressing rags to the numerous wounds on his chest - but it was hopeless. His torso was dotted with multiple dark spots, blooming outwards on his shirt like flowers.

Under the din of Hiro’s panicked, anxious muttering, Kyoko’s calm and steady counting, and Sakura’s voice administrating curt instruction, Byakuya can make out Makoto’s voice, chanting a quiet, desperate mantra: “Please don’t die, please don’t die, please don’t die, please-”

And as draws nearer, he can hear a low, rattling gasp coming from the body in front of him. Still breathing, and still alive.

“What happened?!” He demands, hesitant to step any closer. Kyoko just shakes her head and continues to count the seconds, gloved hands pressing fistfuls of white against the gaping injuries, the pool of blood already staining her knees.

At the sound of his voice, Owada suddenly lurches, surging forward with a spew of blood down his front. Ogami hisses and grabs his shoulder, trying to force him back down; he resists with impressive strength, teetering all his weight on one elbow. Makoto flinches backwards for a moment, faltering.

Owada raises one trembling hand towards him. “A-Alter Ego,” He gasps, blood stark against his teeth, streaming down his chin. “Where - is it safe-?”

Byakuya’s hand flies to his pocket before remembering that his handbook wasn’t there. At the same moment, he wonders if the laptop was still in its locker in the bathhouse, and curses himself for not checking earlier.

He opens his mouth to answer, before glancing at Makoto. Staring back at him with wide eyes, hands still trembling as he continues applying pressure to Owada’s injuries, with a rag so bloodied it was completely soaked through.

“...Yes.” He lies instead. “It’s fine.”

Owada’s arm drops down to his side, the whole of him going limp in an instant, and Sakura has to react quickly to catch him before his head crashes against the floor. The white of his eyes flicker shut. He exhales, a long, quiet sigh.

And the whole of him falls utterly silent.

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#thpff #thpff chapters #byakuya togami #danganronpa fanfic #you thought it was over? brother we're barely halfway #mental imagery of flushing byakuya down the toilet like a goldfish had me crying to myself at 11pm #flubglubglublugluubglb #have been concocting and reediting this murder case for a very long time but in the end several things stayed the same #wanted to do the pool drowning from the start for example #but the scene with aoi is new. originally it was supposed to be makoto but naegami has had a little too much development recently #i wrote most of this when i was supposed to be doing something else. GET ME OUTT #also had this done for a week in advance bc at the last minute i decided to introduce a fun extra clue for the case #that required a major remapping of what the hell is actually going on...whoops

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