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lesbianambulon · 1 year ago
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I want to write a fanfic where Ratchet remembers the first time he worked a resuscitation/spark arrest as a new medic or as a student medic, and had to lead the interventions as the lead medic.
That shit is incredibly difficult. I literally just had to lead a resuscitation call by myself for the first time. He's panicking on the inside, unsure if what he's doing is right, or is enough. He thinks about how terrified he was but how he got through it.
He struggles with feelings of inadequacy in tfp, even after he's been in the field for so long. I want to explore that more, because that is SO REAL.
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afictionaladventure16 · 6 months ago
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The Longest Night (Tim Bradford X Foster!Teen!Reader)
The Rookie Masterlist
Word Count: 3,832
Warnings: Mentions of death and blood
Summary: It's towards the end of Tim's shift when he gets a call on the radio about a nearby car accident, but when he arrives, he doesn't expect his world to turn upside down.
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The day began like any other, Tim got up before sunrise and prepped a quick breakfast before getting himself ready. By then y/n was up and dressed and eating her breakfast. Over the past two years, they had a routine that they strictly followed. At first, the life of fostering a young teen was challenging for Tim, especially with his schedule but he was determined to help the young teen. He saw so much of himself within her. 
Getting y/n to open up to him was another challenge. It took a while, but eventually, she learned how to trust Tim and now she felt like Tim was the father she never had. There were times when she had to stop herself from calling him ‘dad,’ even though she knew he wouldn’t mind. She felt like it wasn’t appropriate since she knew that one day she would only be a distant memory. 
Towards the end of his shift, Tim was over it. He was ready to go home and start his weekend. More importantly, he was excited to go to y/n’s soccer game tonight. He knew he was going to be the loudest one in the crowd, cheering you on as you gave it your all in the field. 
He loved watching you play, loved seeing the passion you had for the game and if he could, he would do anything so you could play whenever you pleased, but the world didn’t work that way. 
The plan was for you to drive to the field with some friends after school, you would grab something to eat with them on the way there. Fortunately for you, you were able to get out of class early to grab a bite and head over to the field. Later on in the evening, Tim, Lucy, and Angela will meet you at the game. 
“All units,” the voice came over the radio, “we have a major collision at the intersection of Sepulveda and Fifth. Possible fatalities. Paramedics en route.” 
Tim’s heart quickened, something about this call felt different from the others. A chill ran down his spine, he knew that intersection too well. It was one of the intersections he passed on the way to drop y/n off at school.
“Dispatch, show 7-Adam-100 responding,” Tim announced on the radio as he drove off from where he was parked. The scene of the accident wasn’t too far, it was only ten minutes away, but with the way Tim was driving, he made it there in five. 
When he arrived, paramedics were already at the scene, a couple of paramedics were assisting some firemen help get a passenger out of one of the cars. Just with one look at the scene, Tim already knew that the impact of some of these cars was deadly. 
“Tim,” Lucy hurried towards him, she had arrived at the same time as the paramedics. 
Tim was too distracted by the scene of the wreckage in front of him to even notice the look on Lucy’s face, “Jesus, what was the cause of this?” he asked. 
Lucy’s expression was tense, her eyes had widened with something more than just professional concern, “T-Tim,” she whispered, a hand gently touching his arm. 
Tim quickly diverted his attention towards Lucy, taking in the expression she was giving him, “What’s going on?” His voice is tight with worry. 
Lucy hesitated, she had no idea how to tell the man she loved, the man who was standing right in front of him the news that could cause his whole world to come crashing down. Her gaze flickered over his shoulder to where the paramedics were working frantically on someone who was lying on the pavement. “I need you to promise me you’ll stay calm,” she began. 
There was that feeling again, the one Tim felt when he heard the call over the radio, “What is it?” 
Lucy took in a shaky breath, “It’s y/n,” she said softly. Her mouth quivered, she rose her hand up to her mouth quickly before putting her hand back down and continued, “The way the car hit– She–” She let out a small sob. 
“Where is she?” Tim felt a cold knot of dread forming in his stomach, “Where is my daughter, Lucy!?” 
“The paramedics are doing everything they can,” She managed to choke out. 
Tim felt as if the ground beneath him had been pulled out from under him, he followed Lucy’s gaze behind him, his whole world narrowed to the sight of the paramedics working on his daughter. His heart sunk at their grim faces as they focused at the task at hand. He pushed past Lucy, any call for him went in through one ear and out the other as he rushed to Y/n’s side. 
“No, no, no,” Tim shouted, his voice breaking as he took in her pale and bloodied face. “Come on, baby, you got to wake up,” he cried as he knelt beside her, gently holding her head in his hands. 
“Clear!” A paramedic warned as he held the defibrillator paddles in his hands, Tim quickly let go of y/n, his eyes darting to the small portable screen beside them. The paramedic let out a small groan as he continued to administer CPR, “Another round of EPI!” The paramedic ordered. 
Tim’s heart shattered with every single millisecond that passed. Reaching out with a trembling hand, he brushed a strand of hair from y/n’s forehead, “Please,” he begged, “Don’t take her from me.”
Lucy knelt beside Tim, offering anything she could to support him. 
“Clear!” The paramedic announced again. 
“Come on, baby girl,” Tim whispered as he lifted his hands up, allowing the paramedic to use the paddles on y/n. 
Tim waited, watching the straight lines on the defibrillator, “Come on!” He shouted, tears streaming down his cheek. 
“We got a pulse!” The paramedic called out as a small pulse showed itself on the small screen in front of him. Tim let out a breath of relief, overwhelmed with a wave of emotions, Y/N was alive, but barely. 
“You can meet us at the hospital,” the paramedic informed Tim as they loaded Y/n onto a stretcher. 
Tim watched as they wheeled her into the ambulance, His attention was directed to another stretcher that was covered with a sheet. His heart sank as he noticed a familiar charm bracelet that was barely showing through the sheet. He quickly stopped the paramedics from moving the stretcher. 
Tim glanced over at Lucy, she gave him a nod, confirming his fear without words. 
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he took in a shaky breath. 
“I was on my way to inform her parents.” 
Tim shook his head, “No, let me.” 
“But y/n.” 
“Y/N would want me to tell her best friend's parents that their daughter… she would want me to do this.” 
Lucy nodded, “I can go with you if you would like,” she suggested. 
He gave her a small nod. Lucy followed Tim in her patrol car, to the small house that was only a few blocks down.
Tim dreaded giving the news of the death of a loved one, but this was different. A knot of anxiety turned in Tim’s stomach as he knocked on the door with shaky hands. Mrs. Garcia, Jenna’s mother, answered the door with a beaming smile, but it was short-lived once she saw the look on Tim’s face. Her smile quickly faded into concern.
“Tim? What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. 
“Can we come in?” Tim asked gently. Mrs. Garcia’s eyes darted between him and Lucy before she gave him a small nod and stepped aside. Her eyes widened with worry. 
“Heeey, Tim!” Mr. Garcia sung as he watched Tim walk into the living room, “Ready for that game tonight? Don’t tell me one of the girls called you to come grab something,” he rambled on, “Leave it to our girls to always forget something.” His voice slowly faltered as he noticed the look on his wife’s face. 
“Tim has– Um, he’s here because of work,” Mrs. Garcia stuttered as she sat beside her husband on the couch. The look on Mr. Garcia’s face now mirrored his wife’s as they looked at Tim. 
Tim took in a deep breath, his mind searching for the right words today, but he knew there were none. For a moment, he wanted them to take in these last moments, the last moments of them being oblivious to what was going on. The last moments of them believing that their daughter was still alive and with them in this world. 
Tears began to well up in his eyes, “There was an accident,” he began. “Y/N and Jenna were involved.” 
Mr. Garcia let out a small chuckle out of disbelief, “But they’re okay, right?” 
Tim felt his stomach turn as he continued, “Y/N is on the way to the hospital, they were able to resuscitate her.” 
Mrs. Garcia gasped, as Mr. Garcia took his wife’s hand, “and my Jenna?” His voice shaking as he asked. 
Tim could feel the tears in his eyes threatening to make themselves known, “I’m so sorry,” he said with a shaky voice, “Jenna didn’t make it.” 
Mrs. Garcia shook her head, “No, no, no! Not my baby!” She yelled as she collapsed into her husband’s arm, her body wracked with sobs. Mr. Garcia held her tightly as tears fell from his eyes. Tim felt helpless as he stood there, wishing there was something he could do to ease their pain, but he knew there wasn’t. 
“I’m so sorry,” Tim repeated, “Jenna was more than just Y/n’s friend. They were like sisters. You guys were–are like family to us.” 
Mr. Garcia looked up towards Tim, his eyes red and overwhelmed with grief, “Can we see her? Can we see our baby girl?” 
Tim nodded, “I’ll take you to her. I’ll be with you every step of the way.” 
The Garcia’s followed Tim’s patrol car to the hospital. Tim felt like he could understand the pain they were going through, seeing as he had just seen his own daughter almost be taken from him, but he knew his pain couldn’t compare to the pain they were about to face. 
He guided them through the quiet halls, it was a part of the hospital Tim rarely went through. A part of the hospital not a lot of people wished to see. The room in which Jenna’s body was in was filled with an overwhelming aura of sadness. It’s like the walls knew the pain of those who held her close. Tim stood at the door as he watched them walk up to the bed where their daughter lay motionless. 
In the midst of it all, Tim felt guilt. Guilt that his daughter lived and theirs didn’t and mixed in with all the guilt, he felt angry. 
He wasn’t sure if he was more angry towards the drunk driver or god himself for taking Jenna away from her parents. 
Lucy walked up to Tim, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Hey,” she whispered, gesturing for him to follow her. 
He let out a deep breath, following Lucy down the hall. 
“They’re wheeling Y/N into surgery now, they’re saying it was touch and go there for a while, which is why it took them a while to get her stable enough to go into surgery,” Lucy explained. Her eyes gazed towards the door at the end of the hall, “How are they holding up?” 
Tim shook his head as tears quickly welled up in his eyes, Lucy didn’t hesitate to pull Tim into an embrace, “I almost lost her and I was a mess, I can’t imagine the pain they are going through,” he said shakily as he returned Lucy’s embrace. 
“I know,” Lucy whispered. 
“I almost lost her,” Tim repeated. Taking in the words he had just said. 
“But you didn’t,” Lucy said as she let go of the embrace and held Tim’s head in her hands. “She’s alive and she needs you right now, she needs you more than ever.” 
Tim nodded, “I don’t know what I would do if I lost her.” 
“You didn’t lose her, Tim.” 
“I can’t lose her,” he repeated. 
“You won’t.” 
“But I still can,” tears welled up in his eyes, “they can take her away as easily as they brought her into my life and I can’t bear to lose her. She’s my kid.” 
Lucy couldn’t help but smile, “So, what are you saying?” 
“I’m saying that I want to adopt her. I need to.” 
Lucy beamed, “About time.” 
Tim and Lucy stayed in the hall, while the Garcia’s said goodbye to their daughter. A small amount of words were exchanged as Tim watched the Garcias walk out of the hospital, he promised them that Y/N would come over from time to time, but they still wanted her presence around even if their daughter wasn’t there. He knew it was because their home would be missing that light their daughter gave off, the light that y/n gave off when she came into any room. 
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Tim let out a deep sigh as he moved in his seat for the hundredth time, “would you quit it?” Lucy asked. 
“My belt is beginning to become uncomfortable,” Tim commented. 
“I know,” Lucy said as she looked up from her phone, “that’s why I called Angela to bring us some spare clothes from our lockers,” she said just as Angela walked out of the elevator. 
“How’s our girl doing?” Angela asked as soon as she walked over to Lucy and Tim. 
“The doctors came about an hour ago to update us, it was touch and go then,” Tim said. 
“Fuck,” Angela sighed as she took a seat beside them, handing off the bag of clothes to Lucy. 
Lucy quickly stood up, “I’m gonna go change,” she said as she grabbed her clothes from the bag before handing it off to Tim. 
Tim watched as Lucy walked away to the bathroom, “How are you holding up?” 
“I just wish I could get to the part where this is all over with and Y/n is back home and she’s safe and healthy.” 
“Don’t we all,” Angela whispered. 
The sound of the corridor doors opening caught Tim’s attention, his eyes diverting to the doctor who rushed through the doors and was walking towards him. Tim instantly recognized him as he stood up, “How is she?” 
“She’s stable,” Tim let out a breath of relief, “she did sustain significant injuries and the road to recovery will be a long one, but what’s important is that she is stable for now. We want to keep her in the ICU until she’s off the ventilator.” 
“But she’s okay,” Angela reassured. 
“She’s stable,” the doctor repeated. “I would count that as a win.” 
Tim nodded, “Can I see her?” 
“Of course, I’ll take you up there myself.” 
Tim glanced at Angela, “Go! I’ll let Lucy know.” 
Tim nodded, grabbing his bag of spare clothes before following the doctor to the elevator. 
“I do want to warn you, that what Y/N endured is traumatic. She had multiple fractures, extensive bruising, and some severe lacerations,” Tim was aware, but when he saw her, all he noticed was his little girl. He saw the blood, but only kept his eyes on her face, taking it in as much as he could. 
“She will be swollen and it may look scary along with all the bandages and lacerations,” the doctor continued. 
Tim swallowed hard, “I just want to see her,” he whispered as he tried hard to maintain his composure. 
“And you will, I just want you to keep in mind that it may look bad, but trust me, it will heal and she will recover,” the doctor turns to face Tim, “your daughter is lucky to be alive considering the damage.” 
The doctor stepped out of the elevator once it had stopped, and Tim followed him to one of the rooms in the ICU. “Let us know if you need anything,” the doctor said before leaving to give Tim some space. 
Tim paused outside the door for a second, taking in a deep breath he walked into the room. The sight in front of him was worse than he had imagined, taking in a shaky breath, Tim hurried to the y/n’s side. He took in all the bandages and wires that were connected to her body, the tube that was coming out of her mouth that was to help her breath. 
He gently took her hand in his, “I’m here,” he whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on her hand, “dad’s here,” he whispered again. 
Days went by and Tim remained by y/n’s side. His anxiety was getting the best of him every day that passed, especially since there was no change. Things weren’t getting worse, but they weren’t getting better either. Every day the doctors and nurses came in to check on y/n Tim was hopeful that there would be some change or something new for them to say, but it all remained the same. 
But today felt different. While Tim was holding y/n’s hand, he felt a small movement. He could have swore that she tightened her grip, he took that hope and ran with it. Getting any nurse that was available to show them what he saw. The doctor was quick to run some tests.
One of those tests in particular came back with new results, “It’s a risk,” the doctor commented. 
“But there’s a possibility?” Tim asked. The doctor nodded, “Then let’s do it.” 
Tim sat by as the doctors removed the ventilator, it was a risk. There was a percentage that Y/N could breathe on her own without it and that’s why she’s beginning to show movement, but then there could be a possibility in which she can’t yet breathe with out it. It was all risky, but Tim was willing to take the risk if it meant him knowing where she is on the road of recovery. 
They waited for a few minutes, watching the machines carefully as the ventilator was now completely out.
“Is this good?” Tim asked. 
“So far,” One of the doctors commented. “It looks like she is breathing on her on, we’ll continue to keep an eye on her.” 
Slowly the few nurses and doctors that were in the room began to file out, leaving Tim alone with Y/n. He watched throughout the day as y/n breathed on her own. He took it all as a good sign. 
Soon Tim felt his eyes growing heavy as he let the darkness consume him allowing sleep to enter his body. It was hours later when Tim heard was awakened by a soft groan. 
At first, Tim didn’t quiet understand where it was coming from, his sleep overtaking him again and ignoring the groans. When he kept hearing them, his body quickly reacted, sitting up in his seat, his heart pounding as he looked over at y/n. Her eyes squinting from the brightness of the room, she groaned again. 
“Hey, hey,” Tim rushed to her side.
“It hurts,” she groaned. 
“I know, I know,” Tim softly said as he pressed the button near the bed, alerting the nurses. 
It wasn’t long until a few of the nurses came rushing into the room, examining Y/N and giving her more pain medication. One of the doctors was alerted, he quickly came and ordered some tests before leaving. 
“How are you feeling?” Tim asked as soon as they were alone. 
“Like shit,” Y/N responded.
Tim chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, “you were out for a week,” he commented. 
“I barely remember anything,” She confessed. 
Tim sighed, “It was bad,” he began. 
“I just remember… I remember hearing screams.” 
Tim nodded, “Joey and Lisa made it out with a couple of broken bones. The people in the other car only had a couple of scratches.” He let out a deep sigh, “the driver that caused everything died upon impact.” 
“And Jenna?” 
Tim didn’t know how to muster up the words to tell y/n. He wish he could say that within the past week he figured the words but he didn’t. 
Y/N didn’t like the silence she was receiving, “Tim, what about Jenna?” she asked again.
“They did everything they could,” Tim began to say, tears welling up in her eyes. 
Y/N shook her head, “No.” 
“Y/N, honey, I know-” 
“It should’ve been me,” She cried out. 
“Don’t say that,” Tim raised his voice. 
“Her parents,” She cried, “It should’ve been me.” 
Tim let in a deep breath, “I almost lost you too, Y/n,” letting out a shaky breath, “I had to watch the paramedics bring you back to life. There was no saving Jenna when they arrived, but they were able to save you.” 
Tears welled up in y/n’s eyes as she watched Tim break down in front of her, “I know that’s not what you want to hear and I am sorry about Jenna, she meant everything to our little family, but seeing you lifeless on the floor… It broke me. I don’t think I could ever recover from that.” 
Y/n never imagined to hear those words come from Tim, she knew he cared for her, but she didn’t imagine that he truly cared enough that if she were gone he would miss her. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 
Tim mustered up a smile, “No, I’m sorry, this was a experience I wished you never had to experience, but I am here for you. We’re going to get through this together, okay?” 
She gave him a small nod, Tim sniffles, “I wanted to wait until the paperwork came in, but I think you need to hear this now.” 
Y/n gave Tim a confused expression. 
Tim sighed before he continued, “I want to adopt you.” 
“What? Are you serious?” She asked with a surprised expression. 
“As serious as I ever could be, you have been my daughter since the day I took you in, there is no changing that, So what do you think? Want to officially become a Bradford?” 
Tears began to well up in y/n’s eyes, “You want to adopt me?” She asked. 
Tim chuckled, “Of course, I do.”
“Then I guess I should start calling you dad now, huh?” 
Tim smiled, placing a small kiss on y/n’s forehead, “that’s up to you, hon.” Tim knew that the road from here on out wasn’t going to be easy. It was long and bumpy, but he knew that he could take the challenge one day at a time, especially since the risk of loosing you wasn’t as high as it was before. That’s all that mattered to Tim. 
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watarfallar · 4 days ago
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*gay braincell tossing*
Scar: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Grian: Why start now?
Grian: I love you. Scar: I love me too.
Grian: I literally cannot believe I let you talk me into this. Scar: I literally said “I have an idea,” and you just went along with it without question.
Scar: Snow got me feeling some type of way. Grian: That's hypothermia.  Scar: Damn, the paramedics told me it was the magic of Christmas.
Grian: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life. Scar: Please never become a surgeon.
Scar: *gets set on fire and screams in agony* Scar: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.
Scar: Damn, the power went out. Grian: Don’t worry, I got this. Grian: *stomps foot* Scar: What-? Grian: *Sketchers light up*
Grian: We either die free, or die trying! Scar: Are those the only choices?
Scar: I’m totally useless. Grian: You’re not totally useless. Grian: You can be used as a bad example.
Scar: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Grian: Technically a mix of green and blue? Scar: So blurple. Grian: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Scar: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Grian: You were confusing before but now I'm scared.
Scar: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Grian: ... Scar: Oh, right. The lying.
Grian: You’re not jealous, are you? Scar: No! Grian: Good, ‘cause I consider my fake relationship with you a lot more meaningful.
Scar: And what did we learn, Grian? Grian: Tackling someone isn’t the correct response to being asked a simple question.
Scar: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Grian: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.
Scar: You are a solid 11/10. Grian: Aw, thank- Scar: Which is 1.1 because you look like shit.
Scar: And have you learnt anything this Christmas, Grian? Grian: …Not really. Scar: Nothing? Grian: Tell you one thing I have learnt—Christmas; ultimately, commercial holiday. Who's the real winner at Christmas? Amazon. they have drones now! Tiny little dystopian slaves delivering iPads and headphones. I ordered a toaster; It was on the doorstep five hours later! Do we need that? It was 4.99! For a toaster! I mean, someone's being exploited there.
Grian: Kill him. Scar: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.
Scar: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.
Grian, texting: Scar, will you please go to sleep? Scar, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Grian, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Grian, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Scar, texting: I’m trying Grian, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Grian, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)
Scar: I’m a masochist, not a loser.
Scar: Wow, that was quick thinking on that phony sacrifice stuff. Grian: Oh, that was all real. Scar: Wait, you were trying to help them kill us?! Grian: If I’m gonna be sacrificed, I’m gonna do it right.
Grian: *spins around in chair ominously* I’ve been expecting y- *chair continues to spin* shit *tries to stop spinning* shit *tries to grab a table to stop spinning* sHIT *falls out of chair*
Grian: I’m not stupid, you know. Scar: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!
Scar: Why do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you. Scar: Ask me to kill for you. Grian: ...First of all, calm down-
Scar: Grian, you’ve tried 37 times and you’ve failed every time. Give it a break. Grian: DO I HEAR “FIRST TRY PART 38?”
Grian: I know how this must look but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation. Scar: Yeah! We’re cowards!
Scar: *holds a gun out to Grian* Grian: I-I don't believe in guns. Scar: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.
Scar: I owe you one. Grian: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.
Grian: I hate you with every inch of my body! Scar: That’s not a lot of inches.
Scar, to Grian: You drink too much, swear too much, and your morals are highly questionable. Grian: … Scar: You are everything I’ve ever wanted in a best friend.
Scar: I need a long word. Grian: T-rex but the long one.
Grian: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.
Grian: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go. Scar: Those are wanted posters!
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googleitlol · 2 months ago
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Here's one of the two PoM LMK oneshots I wanted to post!
It ended up being 7000+ words help
Dove Masterlist:
Amnesia Rules
How on earth did things end up like this?
You can’t say that it’s often you get to join your friends on these sort of missions. Out of everyone in your little found family, it’s you who usually misses out on all the antics. However, after the Lady Bone Demon took over the city, you didn’t have much of a choice other than to be dragged along.
Though, maybe that isn’t the best way to put it. You would love to join your friends in their hijinks and adventures more often. Hearing about how your friends raced a hot-tempered demon or saved the weather station after the fact always has you feeling a twinge of jealousy, but you never really have the time or get the chance to be a part of those moments. Or rather, you often get held back from doing so. Why? Because of a certain irritatingly cold Monkey King.
Sun Wukong may as well be the greatest enigma in your life, one that continues to leave you perplexed. When the Monkey King first took on your accident-prone friend, MK, to be his successor, the Great Sage mostly kept to himself. Only MK ever saw him– not that you expected this centuries-old demon to integrate into your friend group all that much. You didn’t take him as someone that would leave his island paradise too often.
If you do ever get the chance to see him, the sage was often cold towards you. You’re not sure whether you did something to upset him, or if he just has a stick up his ass, but everytime Monkey King saw you, he’d just become irritated. He usually tenses up and turns away from you, and if he doesn’t flat-out ignore you, he– you’re not even sure what to call it aside from pulling unfunny pranks. Sometimes you would be planning to go visit the others on Sandy’s boat when you’d receive an unexpected call from your boss asking if you could cover someone’s shift. Other times, you’d have to rush home to deal with something broken and leaking in your apartment, leaving MK and the others in the process. It took a little while before learning the reason behind your string of misfortunes was a stone monkey with nothing better to do than waste your time. 
The worst he’s done before was leave you stranded on Flower Fruit Mountain. You were surprised when the Monkey King showed up to your apartment (you’re not even sure how he knew your address), asking for your help in taking care of a sick monkey in Water Curtain Cave. If you knew that the only ones who could let people in or out of the cave were Monkey King and MK, you would have been much more sceptical about his insistence that you were needed there. Why did Monkey King think it would be funny to leave you there while he went on his so-called ‘vacation’? The answer eludes you still. You were stuck living off his half-filled pantry solely made up of peach chips and the stone fruit itself for a week before MK and Tang stopped by for an unrelated reason about some giant dumpling.
You do admit that the break from work was nice, though. Being a paramedic is a stressful line of work, so spending a week void of the usual sirens and severely injured citizens did a lot to help clear your head. If Monkey King wasn’t so difficult to get along with, you could see yourself visiting more often for that peaceful little paradise. You really do wish you could get along with him, MK always made their training sessions sound like so much fun. One day while you were stuck on his island, you came across some origami he had done and in the moment, you thought of how nice it’d be to learn how to do it yourself. Monkey King seemed good at the art, he had an origami character for each of his old companions from the Journey to the West– though there was also a bird character, too. You still aren’t too sure who that could have been.
If you wanted to learn origami though, Monkey King likely wouldn’t be so keen on helping you learn. Not with how much apparent-fun he has in disrupting your day with stunts like that. It has gotten to the point where you barely get to spend much time with your friends. Gah– why does he hate you so much? Does he really have to go out of his way to make you drift from MK and the others? At least he can’t push you away this time, not when that would have meant leaving you to freeze over in the city. None of your friends would have let him do that.
It was pretty evident to everyone that Monkey King was annoyed to have you join them on the quest for the Samadhi Rings. Even his usually starry-eyed pupil felt the need to ask his mentor why your presence put him in such an irritated mood, but the infamous Sun Wukong has never been known for his straight-forward answers. It ticks you off how he dances around questions, especially concerning his apparent hate-boner for you. It isn’t like having you brought along has slowed down the group by any means– if anything, you’ve been great to have around! You have medical training the others don’t, and your years as a paramedic have prepared you for dealing with violent confrontations– running into the middle of a fight is an everyday sort of thing for you.
Even with Monkey King’s cold shoulder he so often gives you, things have been going well for the group as a whole (it also helped that your #1 hater is in the middle of some mystic meditation). That is, until you lost MK, Sandy, and Mei. The second you all realised they were no longer in the van, you pulled over by a cliff to figure out where they might have been left, and that only made things worse. Your group had only been stopped for a minute before a demon charged the van.
You, Tang, Pigsy, Mo, and a vegetable of a Monkey King are boxed in by whatever the hell is outside, scrambling to find a way out of this mess when the noodle chef gets the bright idea to wake up the sleeping sage with a pepper. You aren’t entirely sure how a pepper might wake up the Monkey King when the noise the demon outside is making has done virtually nothing, but then you see the damn thing! The light emanating from it is nearly as bright as the light that bursts from the Great Sage after he wakes up.
He wakes with a shout, jumping out of his seated position he’s spent the last few days in with a cocky grin. “Stand back, Master! Sun Wukong will handle this demon.” He declares loudly before knocking down the back door of the van.
You, Tang, and Pigsy all share a worried look as the Monkey King hops out of the van. Ignoring whatever the hell he just said, it’s a little vexing that he had to kick down the door to the van, though at least now the sage is awake to help take care of whoever is trying to attack you all.
The three of you (plus Mo) follow Monkey King out as he scopes out the area for the demon that was threatening your lives just moments prior. Strangely enough, nobody is there. “Master, it’s safe to come out. You too, Piglet.”
“Master?”
“Piglet?!”
You can’t help the snort that escapes you at Pigsy’s offended look. Monkey King hasn’t necessarily been extremely friendly to anyone during this trip, but calling Pigsy Piglet? That was so unexpected, it was funny. Did that pepper give the Monkey King a sense of humour?
At your reaction, Monkey King stiffens and whips his head over to you. The way his gaze zeroes in on you makes you freeze, especially with how he tenses up. You can’t help but frown a bit at the way he looks at you, worry now taking centre-stage in your mind. What, do you have something on your face? Does he not like the way you laugh now? The way he’s just– staring into your soul– what, did you offend him somehow?? Ugh, he can be so annoying in how he acts sometimes, you don’t understand how that–
“Dove?” Huh?
Monkey King’s voice is suddenly soft, just barely a whisper. With unsure steps, he moves toward you. He’s slow and careful in his movements, like he was approaching some shy woodland creature that would dash into the bushes if he moved too quickly. You share a confused look with your friends, looking between Tang and Pigsy, then down to Mo before returning your worried gaze to the Monkey King. “I’m sorry?”
“Is it really…” He reaches out to hold your face, and you almost swat his hand away. The only thing that makes you hesitate are the tears that start to build in his eyes. His hand is warm, and the strange intimacy of his thumb brushing over your cheek makes them flush a little… What is happening?
Monkey King lets out a breathy laugh, and one of the tears roll down his cheek. “Is it really you??” His smile widens, and all you can do is ponder his question with confusion. What sort of question is that–?
You don’t get  a moment to finish your thought before you’re pulled into a hug so tight, the air pushes out from your lungs. Monkey King holds you close in his arms, his head resting over your shoulder as he sighs with more emotion than you've ever heard from him before. “I don’t understand! How did you– hah, I don’t even care. You’re safe, thank goodness you’re safe.”
The entire time he’s rambling, you look to Pigsy and Tang just to find your own confusion reflected in their eyes. What the hell did that pepper do to him? Give him a new personality?! You feel so taken aback by his sudden new behaviour, you’re not exactly sure how you’re meant to respond to it. “Uh… yeah. I’m safe, I think you scared that demon away–”
You cut yourself off and let out a surprised squeak when the Monkey King starts to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. Red bursts over your face at the sudden physical affection– seriously, what is going on here?! Is this some dream?? Are you on drugs??! Or did you eat that pepper instead of him by accident? Who the hell is this Dove person that Monkey King thinks you are?! You’ve never seen him act this way with anyone before. Hell, you didn’t even take him as much of a touchy guy to begin with! Then again, it isn’t as though you spend enough time with him to really know that.
At this point, Pigsy speaks up. “Alright, that’s enough of that.” He huffs and steps over to break the two of you up. The second he does, Wukong shoots him a look that makes him step back. In a heartbeat, you’re pulled into a closer embrace that puts your face smack-dab in the middle of his chest. How much closer does he want you to be?!
“How long did the two of you know she was okay?! Do you know how much I– gah!” Monkey King looks between Pigsy and Tang, and the hurt in his voice makes you pause in your panic for just a moment, and you feel one of his hands over your head, holding you close. “If you got hurt because of me, I don’t know what I’d do with myself.”
A chill goes down your spine when he says that. This weird feeling pangs in your chest at those words and a hint of understanding takes over. Carefully, you push yourself away from the sage to give yourself space to breathe. “…Monkey King, who do you think they are?”
The King laughs a little at your question. “Monkey King? What happened to Peaches?”
“Peaches?” You frown, only feeling your confusion grow as the Monkey King mirrors your expression.
Monkey King observes you for a moment, his frown deepening as he grabs you by your shoulders and starts to shake you a little. “Don’t tell me… can you not remember anything?!” Ugh, what does he take you for, a maraca?? You swat the Monkey King off of you to get the shaking to stop and shoot the monkey demon a scowl. This is just great, a pepper broke the Monkey King!
“Your head must’ve gotten hurt when you got hit. I’m so sorry, Dove.” He looks down before taking your hands in his own. “I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to get your memories back.” He declares, and again you find yourself taken aback by his sincerity. You feel so used to Monkey King’s cold demeanour, all of this sudden kindness feels almost overwhelming.
Tang groans to himself a little ways away with Pigsy. “This is why you don’t wake someone up from a transcendental meditation, we broke him!” He stresses to Pigsy, grabbing ahold of his shirt to shake him in a similar fashion as Wukong did to you.
“I’m fine, Master. I haven’t felt this relieved in a while.” Monkey King brushes off Tang’s words before looking back at you. His voice gets low for a moment as he flashes you a smile. “And don’t worry about a thing, Dove, I’m sure we can find some way to jog your memory.” Ha, yup, this is getting out of hand. What, is he flirting now?? From the blush that blooms over your face in reaction to his words, one might think it was working, too.
Before you can let yourself spiral over that any longer, something in your head clicks. “Actually, I think it’s coming back all on its own.” You smile politely at the sage, stepping back a bit to give yourself some space.
His eyes light up at your words. “Really?!”
“Mhm!” You nod, though your smile feels a little strained as you gesture over to Pigsy and Tang. “That’s your companion, Zhu Bajie, and that’s your master, Tang Sanzang, right?”
Monkey King lets out a sigh of relief over that. “Yes! It’s coming back to you.”
Okay… “And, uh, I am…”
“My one and only, Love-Dove.” HUH–??
You choke on air in response to his answer. Okay, that confirms why he’s being like this. He thinks you’re some old girlfriend or something he had during the journey– but what is that godawful nickname?! It takes you a moment to recover from the mental damage that name does to your psyche. “Mmhmm, I think I remember it all now.”
“Thank goodness.” He sighs as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. Never did you think you’d ever see the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, look so smitten. You admit, your heart stirs a little being under his gaze, but knowing this is the same person that can’t seem to stand you normally, it just feels weird.
Before you know it, he leans in for a kiss and you slip out of his hands before his lips can make contact with your own. “Hahahahaha, anyway, uh… I think I need to ask good ol’ Sanzang a question.” Like what are you supposed to do with him now?? He won’t stay like this forever, will he? What, did that pepper wipe the last five hundred years of his life from his brain?! Oh god, MK is gonna come back from wherever he was left and he’s going to witness his mentor being all mushy with you– you can’t traumatise the poor guy like that!
Sure, you’ll admit that not getting the usual silent treatment from the king is a nice change. Plus it would be hard to deny that the way his voice dropped earlier… it definitely did something for you. And the way he snuggled up into your neck before… but it’s so vastly different from his usual demeanour! The sudden change gives you whiplash.
You’ll be honest with yourself, the very first time you met Sun Wukong, there were definitely some stirred feelings. The moment you saw his eyes, you felt your breath catch in your throat– though the feeling was short-lived after he completely ignored you. It’s a struggle to even think of the two of you as acquaintances, so this sudden change in his behaviour towards you feels so weird!
Leaving Monkey King to huddle up with Tang and Pigsy, you try and figure out what to do with him. Pigsy is the first to start suggesting solutions. “Maybe we handle this like amnesia rules, huh? We just gotta bonk him on his dumb head, and he’ll get back to normal.”
“Or giving him head trauma makes him worse.” You deadpan. “If this is what post-journey Monkey King is like, I don’t wanna know what happens if we accidentally bring back the Sun Wukong that thought he could challenge Buddha.”
Pigsy sighs with a shake of his head. “What, do you got any better ideas? ‘Cause I’m not hearing them.”
“Let’s just not rush into full-on assault, okay?!” You frown, and the noodle chef scoffs.
“Are ya sure you don’t just like him like this? ‘Cause it sure looks like he likes you.” Pigsy crosses his arms with his accusation, raising a brow of suspicion when your face flushes.
You look back at the Monkey King, who’s in the middle of looking for something to use as his staff. Yeah, maybe this version of Wukong is nicer than his usual self, but that doesn’t mean you want him to stay like this! “I– don’t know what I’m feeling at the moment, but I know I’m not damaging MK’s psyche further with this love-sick version of his mentor!”
“Okay, guys,” Tang raises his hands up defensively, “let’s just take a second to calm dOWAHHHHH–” Before the noodle-enthusiast can finish, a clawed hand pulls him back in a sharp motion. Your eyes go wide as your friend gives a panicked shout as he’s pulled up and over the cliff. The demon from before, it never left!
“Master!” Monkey King shouts, as Tang is dragged away by the demon.
Pigsy looks up in shock before turning to you and Monkey King. “We gotta do something!”
“Exactly.” The Monkey King grins with a nod. With a large branch he found in his hand, he looks over to you. “Hop on, Dove.” With his staff/branch, he taps his shoulder and gives you an expectant look.
All you can do is frown as you try to work out what he wants in your head. What, does he want you to sit on him? “…Where?” There’s no way you are balancing on his shoulders.
Monkey King only laughs over your confusion, and he gives you this cute lopsided smile. “Aw, I guess you forgot about your transformation, too. That’s alright!” Without waiting, Monkey King scoops you into his arms and grabs Pigsy with his tail before racing off in the direction the demon took Tang. You’re quick to wrap your arms around his neck for support, and together the three of you bound off.
Huh, for once, Monkey King is carrying you off towards a fight. That’s a new one.
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By the time you rescue Tang from the demon who took him, Sun Wukong isn’t any closer to remembering anything. Pigsy and Tang wanted to discuss how to get him back to normal without the Monkey King present, and since he’s been sticking to you like glue, you decide to keep him out of the van so they can plan their next move in private.
Seeing this side of him, it feels so bizarre to you. When Monkey King doesn’t hate you, he gives a lot of physical affection, which isn’t something you’re used to coming from him. He’s kept you close during the whole rescue mission and his tail is always on you somewhere, be that hanging lightly around your wrist and sometimes your waist. He even had it coiled around your leg at one point on the walk back to the van while he held your hand.
Monkey King seems so passionate about whoever this person he thinks you are, it makes you wonder why you’ve never heard of this Dove person before. Do you really resemble her enough for Monkey King to mistake you for her? It’s not that hard to see why he thinks Pigsy is Zhu Bajie, and it’s possible that Tang looks similar to the Great Sage’s master, but what are the chances that you also look like an old companion of his?
Well, maybe you could call this Dove person more than an old companion… not with the way he talks about her, at least. Well, the way he talks to you. It’s difficult to believe this is the same Monkey King that’s been so irritated by you this whole time.
“Something on your mind, Dove?” Monkey King pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn to face him with a slightly worried look.
“Hmm? Oh, I’m great.” You smile, moving to sit against the rocky cliffside the van is parked by. “Just, uh… tired. We’ve been up all night and I’m pretty tuckered out.”
The sage frowns a bit as you sit, and he becomes uncharacteristically quiet. “I guess sometimes I forget how much rest you need when you’re mortal.” His voice is strangely soft as he joins you in sitting against the cliff. As he sits, he takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.
Having him like this for the last few hours has done enough to help you adjust to having all this affection come from Sun Wukong, but you still can’t help the blush that forms when he does small things like that. You honestly find it adorable… and so not like the Monkey King you know.
As nice as this sweeter Monkey King is, you can’t help but frown when you see his expression fall a bit. “…I really thought you had died during the separation. I messed up and you paid for it, again.” There’s a sharp pang in your heart as he speaks. The regret in his voice… it makes it hard for you to look him in the eyes, and it’s hard not to feel sorry for the Monkey King. Sure, he’s relieved now because he thinks you– well, this Dove person is okay now… but that’s not you. Whoever this Dove person is, she must have really…
He looks to the ground, his eyes sombre. “It’s like I always find some way to hurt you without realising it. First it was the peaches, now this…” A heavy weight drops in your stomach, and you can’t help feeling horrible for Sun Wukong. It seems like he really loved her. Losing that sort of love can’t be easy for anyone, especially when they seem to blame themself for it the way Wukong seems to do.
Your hand is still in his, so you give it a reassuring squeeze. “Hey.” You smile and tilt your head a bit to the side and wait for him to meet your gaze. “If I really thought all my bad luck came from you, I would have gone running a while ago. But I’m still here, aren’t I? You can’t blame yourself for every bad thing that happens to me.”
You’re not really sure what you’re saying, it just comes out like an impulse. Despite his usual attitude, you can’t help but want to comfort him. You suppose this amnesia-Wukong has been nothing but sweet to you, and you’ve never seen him open up like this before.
His frown only deepens at your response, and he leans back against the cliff with a sigh, his eyes towards the dawn. “How can I not? Every time you get hurt, it’s because I took away your chance at immortality. If you die, it will be because I was stupid and impulsive and ruined your life before I even met you.”
Oh. Oh, shit.
Okay, so there’s a lot more to this than you thought. You’re quiet for a little, and sit back to watch the sunrise with Wukong as you think of what to say. The way he talks, it’s like he carries so much guilt over this person. How can you act as though you need to take on so much responsibility for someone like that? Though, if what he says is true, you find it a little hard to believe this ‘Dove’ could put whatever anger they held for Wukong aside. She apparently did more than put that anger aside, seeing how he acts around you.
Maybe that’s it, then. “I’m not sure you’re right about that.” You hum, bumping your shoulder against his lightly. “I mean, I don’t think I’d be calling anybody something as cute as Peaches if I thought they ruined my life.” You can feel his eyes on you as you continue.
“Maybe things started out messy, but where are we now?” You look back at him, barely able to even notice your hand sliding up to hold the side of his cheek until you’ve done it. “Does Dove– I mean, do I love you, Sun Wukong?”
It’s hard to read his face when you do that. His brows furrow and lips part slightly, on the verge of saying something that never leaves his mouth. It takes a second before his expression softens and he looks down with a small scoff. A smile worms its way onto his face as he leans into your touch and raises his hand to curl over your wrist. He gently moves your hand down to rest over his lips, where he places a kiss on the centre of your palm. “Yes, you do.”
His voice gets low as he answers, and you feel your cheeks flushing for the nth time since this entire amnesia-mess started. Whoo, you shouldn’t feel this hot when the sun isn’t fully risen yet. Flustered, you quickly pull your hand away and let out a quiet, albeit awkward, laugh. “Then how could my life be such a mess when someone I love is in it?” You shrug, looking anywhere but his direction as he goes quiet again.
Just as you’re thinking of some way to shift the conversation to something less personal and relationship-focused, Sun Wukong lets out a long sigh. “Jeez, Dove, you can’t just say stuff like that to me.” You can hear the grin in his voice, and before you know it, hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto Wukong’s lap.
“Master wouldn’t mind if we leave for a bit, right?” Wukong hums against the back of your neck, the touch pushing your heart to beat out of your chest. He presses a kiss against your collarbone and your breath hitches. “We could go for a little flight on our own for a bit…”
Never in your life have you jumped up to stand so quickly. “Hah! I don’t think that’s so, um…” The tingly heat from your cheeks has engulfed your face at this point. “…we probably shouldn’t– y’know… wow, it’s a little hot this morning, isn’t it?”
The entire time you struggle to find your words, Wukong has the biggest smirk on his face. “You’re right, it is kind of hot.” He agrees, joining you in standing up before untying the blue scarf that sits around his neck. “I’ve gotta find some way to cool down.”
Before you know it, the mischievous mystic monkey is slipping off his shirt. In an instant, the article of clothing is dramatically thrown to the side for Sun Wukong to show off his exposed torso. The ironically peach-shaped area of fur on the upper centre of his chest catches your eyes first, but that doesn’t last too long before your gaze begins to wander. The baggy sleeves of his shirt seem to hide his well-defined arms, his chest is broad and his stomach looks soft. It doesn’t take much for you to imagine how it’d feel to lay down with him and rest your head over him– nO, no no no! Don’t, no! The last thing you should be thinking about is cuddling up with this stupid flirty amnesiac!
It doesn’t help that the sage isn’t too shy about showing off, flexing his muscles while shooting you with a wide grin. “Wukong!” You look at him with wide eyes, unable to turn away. Never, never did you think you’d see the day where Monkey King would rip his shirt off in front of you to– what do you even call this?! Some birds of paradise mating ritual he decided to start doing?!
Wukong wiggles his eyebrows a bit, the look on his face shows that he knows exactly what he’s doing, but his voice remains innocent. “What, like what you see?” He prods, and you can’t stop the giggles that start erupting as he continues his little ‘gun show’. Jeez, this is so ridiculous! What is he thinking?!
You finally manage to turn away and bury your face into your hands. It’s impossible to stop the grin that’s wormed its way onto your face now, but you can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how much his little stunt is affecting you. You aren’t used to this, was he always this much of a flirt with Dove? Part of you wonders how she managed to keep herself together, you can barely keep a straight face with the way Wukong is acting now.
The moment he notices your averted gaze, you can hear him laugh. “No, no, no, no, don’t hide. I’m putting on a show for you!” He exclaims, and you jump a little when you feel his hands over your wrists.
Wukong pulls your hands away from your eyes, giving you full-view of his chest in your face. Just like that, you’re reduced to a flustered mess, tugging desperately at your arms to get away from this immovable flirt. The bashful smile on your face refuses to leave, no matter how much you want to hide it from him. “Oh my gosh, stop it!”
“You’re looking a little flushed there, Dove. Need any help cooling off?” Wukong pulls you closer while leaning in, his half-lidded eyes brimming in mischief. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s loving every second of it. Both of your laughter fills the air as you shoot one another a playful look, and just for a moment, you find yourself wishing Sun Wukong could always be like this. Fun and teasing, warm and loving.
But you doubt Monkey King will be like this when he gets his memories back, so you might as well enjoy this while it lasts. “If anyone needs cooling off, it’s you.”
“Are you saying I should take off more–”
“No!”
Gah, it’s like he wants you to be reduced to a puddle! You shake your head as quickly as you can, and Wukong huffs out a laugh. “Nope, not at all. Keep your clothes on, Wukong.” As you call him by his name, his expression drops a little, and you quickly backtrack. “I mean, Peaches.”
It’s cute to see how quickly he perks up over your use of the nickname, his smile like a sunbeam so warm it wakes the butterflies in your stomach.
Wukong pulls you into his arms, and you can’t help but melt into the hug as you return it. His skin is warm to the touch, the fur over his back and the tuft on his chest is as soft as what you imagine his somersault cloud to be. It takes every ounce of your being not to overthink how you’re against his bare chest, but dammit it’s nice! You can be sued for liking it, you don’t care.
Sun Wukong hums with content. “Ever since the day you returned my feelings, I’ve started each morning with a lighter heart.” Your eyes widen a bit at his words, and your head rests on him while he continues “Having you with me has made even my darkest days bright. Whether you use your gift or not, all I have to do is look into your eyes to put my worries to rest.”
Gift? Is he talking about your healing touch? But he thinks you're this Dove person, doesn’t he? There’s no way she could have had the same soothing abilities that you have… right?
Your thoughts aren’t given the chance to wander as Wukong continues, and a finger hooks under your chin to guide your gaze up to his own. “I can’t know how the future will unfold or what it holds, but what I can be certain of is that I want you in it. A thousand and one lifetimes is not enough to spend with you, My Dove.”
Your heart skips a beat at those words, his eyes never leaving yours the entire time he pours out his love to you. Since when could Sun Wukong be this eloquent?? What, did he have that prepared?! It’s not hard for you to see why this Dove person loved him so much, every other thing he’s done since eating that pepper has made you want to swoon. Wukong… he really loved this person. More than you ever could have guessed.
His mention of her gift nags at your mind, and you can’t help it when your brows furrow. What are the chances this person that was so close to Sun Wukong in the past had the same abilities as you. Not only that, but you’re similar enough for a Monkey King-amnesiac to mistake you for–
“What the hell is going on out here?!”
The microsecond you hear Pigsy’s voice is the moment you launch yourself away from Monkey King. Standing just outside of the van is Pigsy and Tang, and your face– that had just started to return to its normal shade– bursts into flame again. It suddenly feels like you’ve been caught red-handed, cuddling up with the Monkey King. How long have they been there?! “We weren’t doing anything!”
Sun Wukong lets out an annoyed sigh at the interruption and rests his hands on his sides. “Not anymore, we’re not. You sure you don’t wanna find somewhere more private, Dove?”
“Private?!” Tang looks between the two of you with wide eyes while Pigsy’s arms cross, and the desire to burn into a crisp from embarrassment grows with every second that passes.
The noodle chef pauses for a moment when he looks over at the topless Wukong. “Where did your shirt go?!” “We’ve gotta get him back to normal, fast!” Tang panics before making a mad dash away. “I’ll get the boulder.”
That snaps you out of your embarrassment. “Boulder?”
“It’s nothing, but I better go and help him.” Pigsy sighs before running after the scholar.
You guess they’re going with their head trauma plan after all. There isn’t much else you can think of to bring Monkey King’s memories back, and you suppose getting hit in the head can’t do too much damage to someone who’s already immortal. Still, if this works, this might be the last time you see him like this.
Turning your attention back to Wukong, you offer the sage a small smile. “Um… I just wanna say, uh, I’m glad you’re here, Peaches. It’s nice knowing you’re here with me.”
Wukong returns your smile and takes a step towards you to hold your hands in his. “It would take another one of Buddha’s mountains to tear me away from you.” His words make your heart flutter, never have you heard him so sincere in the time you’ve known him. The way his eyes look into your own do little to help, those golden irises taking in every feature of your face.
It takes you a minute to pry your gaze from his, and you let go of his hands to quickly step away to clear your throat. It feels like you could get lost in those eyes if you look into them long enough. “Anyway, we should really focus on the task at hand. We’ll need to find the others before we keep looking for the three Samadhi Rings.”
“Four rings.”
“Huh?” Four? What does he mean, four?
Before you can get your answer, a falling boulder crushes Sun Wukong, shaking the ground as it collides with the king. You jump back with a start before looking up to the top of the cliff where Pigsy and Tang look over its edge. Jeez, what is with their horrible timing?! It’s one thing for them to walk in on you hugging a shirtless Monkey King, but what the hell was he saying before they crushed him?? Was he confused? What did he mean by four rings?!
You aren’t given the chance to spiral before the boulder cracks open, and out jumps the Great Sage with a shout. The Monkey King looks up with wide eyes and a burst of flames erupts from his mouth. By the time the fire stops, the sage looks around in confusion before his eyes land on you. The second your eyes make contact, his gaze hardens. Guess that means he’s really back.
Monkey King looks down to his exposed chest, and his frown deepens. You can only just notice a dust of pink over his cheeks as he looks back up at you. “…Where’s my shirt?”
His voice is indifferent, and it takes you a minute before answering. “Uh, I think you threw it over there.” You point over to where the shirt lays, discarded on the ground.
“Thanks.” He turns away rather quickly, moving to retrieve the garment and slip it back on. His back faces you as he finds his scarf and begins tying it back on while your two friends make it back down the cliff.
Pigsy seems relieved to find a fully clothed Monkey King once they get back to you, though Tang stays cautious. “Did it work?”
You don’t turn to look at your friends to answer them, your gaze focused on the Monkey King as he finishes tying the scarf around his neck. That cold air you feel so accustomed to has returned. You try not to sound too deflated in your response. “…Yep, it worked.”
After Pigsy and Tang inform Monkey King of the eventful events of the night, you all find yourself in the van on the move once more. You still have your friends to find, on top of the Samadhi Rings– however many there are. You have an itch that wants to confront Monkey King on that, though you aren’t sure he would give you a straight answer anymore.
Pigsy is driving with Tang in the passenger’s seat up front, leaving you in the back with Mo in your lap and Monkey King sitting in the middle of the van, reading over one of MK’s books he made about his mentor and his adventures. An awkward air hangs between the two of you again, and you can’t help but hate it. Seeing this side of him again is so jarring after spending the last few hours with such a sweeter and caring Sun Wukong.
After a while, it’s hard to sit in this cold air any longer. Setting Mo down, you get up to walk over to the king. His head snaps up as you approach, and you almost flinch at his narrowed gaze. Despite the ‘subtle’ undertone of annoyance in his eyes, you gesture down to the book. “I don’t think MK ever wrote down any stories that had Dove in them.” As you speak, you crouch down to sit with him.
“What?” The name makes his frown deepen, and you try your best to give him a friendly smile.
“It’s what you were calling me.” You explain, the Monkey King’s frown fading when you do. Instead, his face twists with something akin to cringe. You barely catch the pained look in his eyes before he looks away.
His hand raises up to his temple with a groan. “I’m sorry, that must’ve been– uggh.” He grumbles under his breath, and you feel bad for bringing up the name at all. Monkey King’s posture stiffens as his other hand reaches up to support his head, he looks uncomfortable now. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad in any way.
Your hands shoot up to wave in defence. “It’s okay! It was kind of cute, if I’m being honest.” The words sort of fall from your mouth, you don’t know what else to say when Wukong… he just looks in pain. His eyes are focused on the book in his lap, so concentrated, you’re surprised his laser-eyes haven't burned through it yet. “…Maybe it’s just me, but I think whoever she was, she was lucky to have someone like you by her side.”
That gets him to give you a sharp scoff. “You’re right, maybe it is just you.”
His tone takes you aback, and your surprise is quickly replaced with a frustrated huff as you rise back to your feet. “Sure, maybe it is.” You just wanted to make him feel better, to try and move past that sour attitude he only has with you. You turn to walk away, if he doesn’t want you around, you won’t bother him anymore.
“Wait.” You stop as he calls after you, something urgent in his voice makes you freeze. When you look back at him, his hands are in his lap, clenched into fists. His eyes can’t meet yours, still focused on the book under him. “I’m sorry, that was rude.” You look down at the Monkey King, your brows furrowed as you observe him, still as stone. Even without him meeting your gaze, you can recognise the hurt in his expression.
Looking at him now, it feels as though there’s a new perspective for all of Monkey King’s past actions against you. His words from this morning echo in your mind. His declaration of love, regrets over whatever… however this Dove met her end. “I don’t know what happened. But whatever it is you’re blaming yourself for, I don’t think she’d hold it against you, Peaches.”
The name slips before you can catch it, and Monkey King’s eyes shoot up to yours before you can correct yourself. “I mean, Monkey King. Sorry.” You look away quickly– he’s obviously hurting, why would you say that right now?!
“I don’t…” You barely catch his mumbling, and you slowly look back to see his eyes looking to the side. There’s a light blush over his face as he coughs into his arm. “I don’t mind being called Peaches.”
Something deep in your chest stirs, you’re not sure you’ve seen Wukong look… flustered? It makes you smile a little, and when he catches your gaze, he smiles back.
He’s okay with the nickname, you’ll have to keep that in mind.
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burplewrites · 9 months ago
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saudade | tamarack & qiu
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𓆉 | fandom: our life: now & forever
𓆉 | characters: tamarack, qiu, reader
𓆉 | word count: 1,075 words 5,946 characters
𓆉 | a/n: this story is sort of in qiu's pov, and about grief and stuff!! i don't think its too sad, just an experience but you have been warned!
𓆉 | quick summary: y/n passed. the world just needs to learn how to deal.
saudade is an emotional state of melancholic or profoundly nostalgic longing for a beloved yet absent something or someone.
“and you two are gonna grow up someday and i’m gonna grow up too, but that’s never gonna stop us from being the same age. cool.” that’s what they said, eight years ago, when they first met y/n and tamarack for the first time after the duo waltzed their way into their life.
ever since that fateful day, the three were friends, best friends. even with the little break of their friendship from ‘personal problems and moody feelings’ as y/n used to say, y/n brought them together again and reminded them why they were friends in the first place.
their friendship only got better from then on, and they committed to bettering themselves and each other, talking about problems, and about random thoughts that entered their minds. at least, that’s what qiu thought. he thought that they all told each other everything, all their stupid secrets, random thoughts in the middle of the night, things that would be considered too much information for other people. so why didn’t y/n tell them, not tamarack or him, anything about what they were going through? why didn’t they say anything at all?
they never expressed pain, or acted like they were suffering at all. they were always smiling, expressing their positive emotions with not a care in the world. qiu loved them for that. they had been crushing on each other for a while, qiu knew that, y/n knew that, and even tamarack, who had to watch the whole thing unfold in front of her, knew that. they just never got together, and now they would never get the chance to.
it was only a year ago when their life changed. when tamarack yelled in the middle of the night, alarming everyone out of their drowsy state, y/n was having trouble breathing, and was trying to get upstairs to their mother's room without disturbing their best friends on the couch. their limbs started giving out, making them fall to the floor. that whole night was a blur for qiu and tamarack alike. watching their best friend’s mom trying to help y/n take some breaths as they all cried, seeing the tiredness in y/n’s eyes, like they’ve been fighting this for years and was finally starting to give up, and opal’s sobs as she begged her only child to keep trying, to keep breathing. tamarack clutched hard onto qiu that day, the shock causing her to freeze up.
hearing their best friend's last words, being so weak, so quiet, yet so genuine. it was like y/n trying to fully get everything out like they knew this would be the end.
"hey its okay, you're okay… you're okay. i love you guys so much, more than you'll ever know."
that's what they whispered, as the paramedics took them away. a smile never left their face, even with the ventilator on their face and the paramedics checking their vitals on the way out the door. they died on the way to the hospital. even to the end, they were caring for others.
opal changed as a person after that. having to bury your only child, someone who you watched grow up, someone who you experienced their good days and bad days, and was just expected to keep moving. but that was impossible, how could she? her world stopped that day but everyone kept moving, the world kept spinning at the same speed it always did, no faster, no slower.
but y/n was gone.
tamarack put her whole being into her cello practice since y/n always seemed to like it when she played for them. she even played a song she wrote at the funeral; a song that was supposed to be for her best friend. one that they were somewhat writing together. she still tried being normal, helping opal with whatever she needed, but never trying to pressure her. it was tamarack's form of escape. if she could be in the house that y/n was in, surrounded by all the things that made them, them… that would be enough. it had to be enough. qiu simply regressed into themself. it was like they were back to when they were fourteen. they stayed outside sitting by their ‘hideout’; hiding away from the world. tamarack tried to stay with him some days, when qiu wanted the company and couldn’t deal with being alone without someone to talk to, someone who understood, but other times it was too overwhelming and they preferred to be alone.
life changed. golden grove moved on, and people found other things to talk about, but sometimes things brought them back to that day one year ago.
especially today, the one-year anniversary of y/n’s death. three hundred and sixty-five days without them. it was early morning, around five am, and qiu biked to the cemetery to just be with them alone. they knew tamarack would be coming in the morning after she woke up, and opal would be coming in the afternoon, so this was the best option. plus they couldn’t sleep.
qiu never knew they could cry that much. every time they came to visit, to talk about something exciting that happened, or something weird, or anything really, they would end up breaking into sobs each time, gasping for air by the time their tears ran out.
‘why did you even have to come into my life if you were going to leave it partway?’
that was a question that they asked themselves multiple times and always felt bad for thinking about it after. they knew tamarack felt the same. tamarack was the first of the two to mention that thought out loud.
but it was true, wasn’t it? they never regretted having y/n in their life. everyone's life shone so much brighter with them there, like the sun on a summer day, but with the sun gone it gets darker. the sun always comes back, but y/n wouldn't. y/n was dead. they were gone, and they were going to stay gone.
no matter how much opal begged, how much they all hoped and dreamt, y/n was not coming back. they were never coming back. they had been gone for the last three hundred sixty-five days, they would be gone for the next year, and the years after that. and nothing could change that.
so as qiu sat there, laying by their grave while talking about everything and anything, all they could really do was hope y/n was there and listening.
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aetheros · 6 days ago
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There's a post going around post-election claiming that crisis lines will call police on you immediately and by default, and this person is responding to correction with hostility from an anti-therapy lens, creating fear and disillusionment.
I am a crisis responder (volunteer), and I'd like to clear things up. I'm in Canada, so I can't definitively speak on US crisis lines, but I can speak on Canadian ones.
Some safe crisis lines to contact are at the bottom of this post. TL;DR: We do not call police on people in crisis. We might call EMS.
1. We do not call police on you. If you say you're feeling suicidal, you are put at the front of the queue and given priority status & high risk status. We risk assess, learn about your situation, and then work together on bringing you down from your crisis to ensure you can keep yourself safe for at least 24 hours. We may contact paramedics/an ambulance if you inform us you have attempted suicide, or plan to within the next 24 hours. Not police. You can decline this at your own expense. If they are called, we stay on the line with you until they arrive.
We are legally required to risk assess everyone, and contact emergency services only if you inform us you've self-harmed more than intended, just attempted to end your life, or plan to within 24 hours. You can't seriously expect someone to sit by and do nothing upon telling them you just attempted -- everyone on earth would try to help you unless they're an inhumane monster.
A crisis line is NOT a wellness check. It's a safe, confidential, anonymous space for you to vent and get help (if you want it). Where I work, the only time police can be contacted (or you can be reported, rather) is if you admit to a crime. Being suicidal is not a crime. (CPS/APS can also be contacted on your behalf if you're being abused and under 19 or over 60, but you can decline this as well.)
2. Our job is to bring you to a calmer, safer state by listening with empathy, brainstorming coping skills (+safety plans) with you, and providing resources/links/websites for you to access after the conversation ends.
3. You can text crisis lines for more than suicidal thoughts, ideation, and attempts. You can talk about anything. You can vent and leave without a safety plan. It's what you're comfortable with.
4. You can end the conversation at any point. You are never forced into anything. You can close the web chat, reply STOP, or hang up at any time, or let us know you'd like to end the conversation and we can end it for you. _____________________________________
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Good2Talk Text GOOD2TALKON (ON) or GOOD2TALKNS (NS) to 686868 Dial 1-866-925-5454 (ON) or 1-833-292-3698 (NS)
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Furthermore, I have my own mental illness and trauma, chronic illness, and my own bad experiences (including negligence, gaslighting, and bigotry) with therapy and doctors among many others in life. It took me 11 years to find a therapist and form of therapy that works for me. I volunteer as a CR because I don't want other people to suffer alone like I did. Crisis lines exist for you and for your wellbeing. They aren't some secretly evil corporation out to get you. I encourage you to fact-check. I'm telling you what I know as someone who has been on both sides of a crisis line. Take care of yourselves. ♥
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bucchus · 2 days ago
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Honestly it just feels like 911 has been going in circles for a while now. During season 5 i was already kinda getting bored and frustrated with some aspects of it so i only watched season 6 sporadically when they then moved to abc i was like I’ll give it another chance… liked the opening disaster and was then positively surprised by bi buck. But looking at the show now… literally every character seems to be in the exact same place they were years ago there is nothing really new happening anymore i feel like I’ve been watching the exact same storylines over and over again. There are hardly any new faces popping in that could freshen it up and if they do the side characters are gone again after a few episodes. Bobby and Athene have communication problems every season and Athena is a cop that gets some copaganda shit to do. Henren always have drama when it comes to expanding their family and hen‘s job. Chim never has a storyline outside of his wife and maddy is only needed when something regarding abuse pops up. Buck just recycles through wanting to find love and being dumped (now with the addition of male love interests but they still can’t even say his sexuality on camera) and Eddie is still finding himself and trying to heal. It‘s getting so repetitive i kind of wish they will end the show after season 8 because it seems to be getting worse and worse.
i agree mostly. i think tim really meant it when he said characters shouldn't change. i just took it to mean that their core characteristics should be kept intact while still growing into better versions of themselves. it's weird that tim seems to have forgotten about that part. recycling the same issues over and over doesn't make for good storytelling, imo—it just gets boring. the outcome is always the same—it seems like a given character has finally found the answer or made peace with themselves, only to circle back a season or two later. it's exhausting.
that said, it does remind me of real life in a way. people often think they've learned a lesson, only to end up repeating the same patterns over and over again. it takes tremendous self-discipline to change how we approach things, since we tend to stick with what feels most comfortable. so, in a way, i get why some of these characters fall back into the same habits—it's realistic. but here's where this argument falls short—as oliver likes to point out, this show is not a documentary. it doesn't have to reflect real life 1:1. honestly, who wants to watch characters constantly go in circles? it may work for a little while, but there comes a point where you have to know when to stop. i think buck's had enough failed relationships to have learned how to navigate or fight for one. i think bobby and athena have had enough conversations about difficult topics to understand that it's better to approach the situation in a healthier manner.
i'm not saying these problems need to disappear completely. i'm saying that it'd be nice to see the impact of the previous situations on the current one, with a character actually drawing from past experiences and trying to do better. it doesn't mean the character has to suddenly be perfect in that aspect—just that they're clearly trying. it'd be enough, and i think it would make for some compelling storylines. and once that's done, why not introduce some new challenges? why stick to the same tried-and-true approach? sure, it worked in the past, but that absolutely does not mean it's still the best option moving forward.
and don't get me even started on henren—or on CHIMNEY. who's chimney outside of being maddie's husband, jee's father and a paramedic? because i don't think even the writers know. that's why he's missing for like six episodes in season 5. maddie's gone, and suddenly no one knows what to do with him anymore, so they just write him off.
and when it so happens that chimney, maddie, eddie do get individual storylines, they’re always tied to the same past we’ve already revisited a thousand times. i get that it’s part of who they are, obviously, but is that really all there is to those characters? how about creating something new for them to go through and then exploring the repercussions of that instead? not just pretending the arc is over and leaving the consequences behind? seriously, is it really that hard?
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sirowsky-stories · 9 months ago
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The Old Prince
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Part 11
Author's Note: All I'm gonna say is, I'm so so sorry.
Description: The war begins.
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses. Angst. Word Count: 5053 Author's Masterlist
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   Thirty-six minutes. That is how long you were dead.    More than half an hour in which all Oberyn could do was try and not give in to the despair. If he had, he would have drowned all of Scandinavia in fire, darkening himself so absolutely that Simon would not have had to make any effort to corrupt him. He would have happily destroyed the world for not allowing you to exist.
   His call to the emergency services had been panicked and largely incomprehensible, so how they had managed to arrive and begin to work on you in less than five minutes, was a right miracle.    They had asked him so many questions he could not hope to answer. Not because he did not know, but because so much about you is not knowable. You are an orphan, which of course makes your medical history impossible to determine, but at the same time, your human body is not merely human, so there is no way to fully understand it.    But how could he explain any of this?
   All your readings had come back flat. Your ECG, pulse and blood pressure no more than lines upon their machines. Your temperature dropping by the minutes. But the four paramedics had been so professional and skillful, not giving up even as their efforts had yielded no results, one of them coming to his side and offering comfort when they had noticed how he had begun to spiral into fits of agony.  
   But your heart had never even responded enough for them to try and shock it with the defibrillator, and they had just decided to give up when you had suddenly returned.    Waking up as though you had simply taken a nap, the machines had all come to life at once, not with blaring alarms or dramatic flashes, just the steady beeps indicating your heartbeats and normal readings of blood pressure, oxygenation, pulse and temperature. All had appeared at once, as if having been there all along.
   He did not dare believe it at first, waiting for his heart to start beating again and his lungs to stop contracting before he could accept that the shock which he was seeing in the medical staff was all real.    Equally stunned at the sudden appearance of several strangers around your naked body, in what must have been mere seconds to you, you had tried to ease the tension as best you could, while likely letting your mind catch up to what must have happened in your absence.
   So controlled, even under such strange and unusual circumstances, while Oberyn had nearly lost his mind.    Still, the relief of having you back had soon taken over, allowing him to rejoice in the moment, even as you had then demonstrated the power of your new understanding.    And now, less than an hour later, you sit upon his back as alive as you have ever been.
   More than that, you are happy. Despite the dire state of the world, whatever you have learned in your spiritual endeavor, it has left your soul harmonious. He can feel it in the energy you give off. The light you spread by simply existing. And he envies you, for his own heart is muddled by fear, both the lingering dread of a world without you, but also a terrible worry this new plan of yours will fail.    Not due to any lack of faith in your abilities, but rather in the stark absence of any plan whatsoever.
   You told him first to fly south, to the capitol of Norway, and he did. But once there, you had climbed down, walked among the frightened and fleeing people, somehow stopping them without a word, before you had touched the shoulders of a select few and then returned to him. Climbing back on without a word of explanation, you had merely asked him to head for Stockholm next. So, he did. And then Finland, from where you had directed him to Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania and now Poland is your next stop.
   But you say nothing more. You have not even attempted to help him understand what is actually being done, somehow under the impression that your demonstration in the hotel room should be enough for him to grasp the concept.    Alas, he does not.
   “Valya?”
   “Yeah?”
   “What is this? What exactly are you doing in the capitols for only a few minutes, to leave you with such confidence it will turn the tides of this war?”
   “I can try to explain, but it probably won’t help much, because I don’t understand most of it myself. Not consciously, anyway. I just know in my heart that this is what I need to do.”
   “Please, try,” he beckons as gently as he can manage, and feels your soothing hands stroke his neck while you oblige him, clearly sensing his frustration.
   “All life on this planet is connected, and that’s what makes our side of this war so unfathomably powerful,” you begin, and you sound so animated. “Because when I touch these people, I feel what weighs on them. Their pains and everyday torments. The existing darkness within all of us which Simon uses to manipulate us. And once I know what it is, I can take it away.”
   “But how? People can’t just be freed of fear, can they?”
   “Not freed, no. What I do is take away the power that fear has over them. I put so much hope in their souls that even if the sky should come crashing down, they wouldn’t panic. And when I do that, each person I’ve touched then spreads their light to every other person they meet, and once enough positive energy has been created, nature becomes affected as well, carrying it further and further out into the countryside.”
   “This all sounds most wonderful, but I still fail to grasp how it helps us combat the darkness which still spreads to the west.”
   “I’m flooding the world with light, Oberyn. So much of it, within all living things, that no matter how hard he tries, Simon won’t be able to infect anything more. His army won’t be able to grow any further which means his power will stop growing as well.    In the meantime, I’m also increasing our power, yours and mine, because with every life we add to the whole, their strength becomes our strength.    Can’t you feel it? How much lighter you already fly. How much easier each stroke of your wings is becoming.    The world is already carrying you, my love. All you need to do is trust it.”
   He knows the feeling of which you speak. The lightness with which he glides through the air now, as though the winds themselves have become his allies. It is part of the reason for his concern.    Perhaps simply because he has never felt accepted or wanted by this world, but the thought that all living things could ever willfully lend their power to him, is precisely what makes him doubt this endeavor.
   However, his trust in you is absolute. He will not challenge your authority or attempt to dissuade you from this course.    But the other reason for his concern is the fact you had to die to learn of this ability to spread hope. The spirit within you is not only the most powerful of all, but also the most mysterious, hiding from all worlds and all realms since the dawn of time.    And having seen you lifeless, he is no longer convinced that trusting it blindly will end well for all parties involved.
   Oberyn has a growing fear within his chest which whispers in his ear of your fragility in this mere human form, trying to convince him that no matter how well prepared you might be… the final battle will inevitably claim your life.    Of course, this is quite possibly only his own mind attempting to prepare for a worst-case scenario which, it cannot be denied, is not at all improbable. But he must not allow these thoughts to color his perception, or he himself might be the cause of your demise.    So, he keeps his deepest worries concealed, hoping they will not fester within the depths of his soul.
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   All your life you’ve thought about how travelling around the world would be your treat to yourself after a long life of hard work and scraping together the money. And now, you’re jumping from country to country, making lightning fast visits to every capitol of the world, zig-zagging down the European continent, over to Africa, before turning back up and moving over the eastern European region, making four stops in Russia because of it’s size, and then taking on the Asian continent.
   Because of the frequent stops, the dragon remains low to the ground, letting you see the impressive landscape of the Alps, the African savannah, active volcanoes in Iceland, Italy and Ethiopia. Then the Himalayas, which quite literally take your breath away as he takes a slightly longer route, winding his way between the largest peaks and the deepest valleys to let you truly see the might of these age-old formations which he helped create.
   However, it’s also so much more than just the impressions from your senses. You can feel the world around you now, from the growing light within the human population, to the awakening power of the billions of trees who are so integral to the ecosystem, to the countless vibrations generated by the array of buzzing insects just going about their day.    But more than anything, you feel the mountains.
   There is so much energy locked within their mass, so much more lifeforce than you could ever have imagined could be found within cold, hard stone.    It’s as if the gravitational and magnetic forces of the Earth are in constant conflict with the unyielding material, creating a completely separate energy in the process, stored within each crack and cavity of the bedrock.    You wonder if Simon can sense it too, and whether, if he can, he might also be able to use it to feed and strengthen his darkness.
   In any case, you’re confident of your chances when it comes to the survival of life and light. With each passing hour more countries are joining the force for good, until all that’s left is Antarctica and then South America.    From the southernmost point of New Zealand, Oberyn gets you to the icy continent in record time, and it’s a strange thing to come to such an isolated place as an unexpected visitor. And not just because you’re arriving on the back of a dragon.
   In every other country the cities you’ve visited have been large, to varying degrees, filled with human, animal, and plant-life, whereas here, some of the towns or research facilities consist of five structures, of which most are tents.    There are no plants and while you can feel the presence of birds and penguins further away, there’s no connection between them and the human settlements.    It is more heavily populated than you would’ve imagined, though. Some four thousand people in total are working on the continent, which is in its summer season.
   You ask Oberyn to land at McMurdo Station, where there are a lot of people out and about in the mild and clear weather, enjoying the sun while they can.    But unlike all the other places you’ve landed today, these people seem completely unafraid of the dragon. Perhaps because they’ve chosen to live in one of the harshest environments on earth, making them highly resilient to stress, but it is impressive all the same.
   “Hello,” you greet with a smile and a small wave as a crowd quickly begins to gather around main street, where the massive Tyrannus stands tall after helping you step down. “We’re not here to hurt anyone, I hope you can believe that.”
   A younger woman steps forward then, while more people continue adding to the curious onlookers further along the street. She’s likely in her mid-twenties and Hispanic, with short and wavy black hair, wearing the kinds of overalls that keeps a person warm while cutting across land on a snowmobile, although the sleeves are pushed down and tied around her waist, revealing a black wool polo-neck jumper underneath.
   “I hope you mean it,” she says loud and clear. “Just like I hope I’m not seeing things, because if this is a dream, I’m gonna be so disappointed.”
   “It’s not a dream, I promise. We’re here to ask for help.”
   “And what could a bunch of scientists at the bottom of the world do for a dragon?”
   You step closer to her before you answer, so you can reach her shoulder, but when you raise your hand towards her, she shies away. She stands her ground but pulls her shoulder back sharply.    It’s hard to tell if she’s just unsure of your intentions or if there’s a deeper issue underneath. Normally, you can sense the gist of whatever people are hiding from one another, but this woman seems uncannily skilled at concealing her feelings.
   “There’s a terrible evil spreading across the American continent right now, and you can help us stop it,” you explain, keeping your hand raised but still in front of her. “All you need to do is let me touch you.”
   Her expression darkens somewhat, hearing that, but when you slowly lower your hand towards the outer curve of her shoulder again, she doesn’t move even though her entire body turns tense and rigid. And when your fingers connect to her, you’re overwhelmed for a moment by the darkness which floods through you.    You can see the hurricane of pain this poor woman has lived with her entire life, from an abusive single mother to the many cruel and downright sadistic men she’d encountered in her eight years as a working girl, getting snared at the age of just thirteen.
   She got lucky eventually, taking the opportunity to get out when it happened to appear, and then worked hard for a long time to give herself a real chance at a good life.    But the scars have never healed. She came here to escape the world, not to help it.
   “Let your mother go, Daniela,” you whisper, meeting her eyes as they widen at the mere mention of her terrible upbringing. “She may have given you life, but she was never your mother. There’s nothing wrong with hating someone who only ever hurts you, what’s wrong is hating yourself for it.”
   A shaking breath escapes her, and with it, the hurricane starts to lose strength.    You place your other hand on her cheek, and the bare contact between your skin and hers amplifies your light as it pours into the empty slots left behind by the fleeing darkness from within her being.
   “Let her go.”
   She inhales sharply and you can feel her spirit soar with the sudden freedom. She smiles at you in a way you’re certain she’s never smiled before, so genuinely filled with happiness now that her demons have been driven out.    You know it won’t last forever, because nothing and no one is ever just light or dark, but there’s something truly precious about being able to give someone their own heart back.    She turns to the crowd, scanning it until she finds someone she knows, then runs over to them and hugs them, and you can feel how the light fills them too, immediately growing and spreading, needing nothing but an invitation to take root.
   Satisfied that your work here is done, you return to Oberyn, but he doesn’t look nearly as happy as the people around him.    His gaze is drawn to the north, and he seems very concerned.
   “What is it?” you ask, and he answers without taking his eyes off the horizon.
   “We need to go.”
   “That’s fine, I don’t need to see anyone else here.”
   “No, Valya…” he grumbles before finally turning to look at you, and you can see that he’s not just concerned, he’s afraid. “We need to take this fight back to Simon. Now.”
   “But South America-…”
   “Is already lost,” he cuts you off, and suddenly you realize what it is he sees on the horizon.
   “Oh, god. But… it’s only been a day. How could he overtake two continents that fast?”
   “I do not know. He is the most perfected Darkling to have ever lived, I’m afraid we must assume that history will be of little aid to us in this battle.”
   He picks you up and lifts you to your seat at the base of his neck, and from up there, you can already see the ashes in the air to the north.
   “Wait!” someone calls from down on the ground, and when you peer down the dragon’s side, you see Daniela come to a stop beside him, having apparently run over from her friend. “You’re leaving already?”
   She still looks so happy.
   “We have to. It’s time to fight,” you tell her, and her smile fades.
   “Oh… Did I help? It doesn’t seem like I did.”
   “You still are. Every time you smile or laugh, every happy thought or bright feeling within you will help us win this war.”
   With that, Oberyn spreads his wings and leaps out over the bay before taking his first stroke, to avoid knocking everyone to the ground. He follows the Antarctic coast all the way to Alexander Island before he turns north, then he sets his sights on the southernmost tip of Chile, reaching it in what feels like mere seconds.    But seeing it makes your heart drop. It looks exactly like the North American coast did when you first flew over it.
   “Do not lose faith, my dear. I don’t pretend to understand how, but it is your belief in the light which will end this darkness, so do not let Simon’s evil rob you of it.”
   “It’s not my belief, Oberyn, it’s everyone’s. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” you counter, but he doesn’t respond, which sends a sliver of doubt through you. “Do you not believe in my plan?”
   “I believe in you,” he replies without hesitation, but it’s not really an answer to the question.
   He can feel your disappointment, and sighs heavily before he speaks again.
   “There is a great fear within me… one that will not be silenced by any measure of hope. This fear is not of failure or death, precisely, but about Lux herself. The essence of her being.”
   “How do you mean?”
   “You said it yourself, Val. Her purpose is to protect the spirits. And I cannot shake the fear that in doing so, she will annihilate herself, and therefor you as well, should such a thing become required to accomplish her task.    This is the problem with purpose, you see. When your entire existence is bound to the fates of others, there is not always a choice.”
   “But that’s what all this was about. Spreading the light so that I’ll be strong enough-…”
   “To defeat Simon?” he cuts you off, and his tone clearly implies you couldn’t do that even if you had all the power in the world.
   “Freeing the spirits is the only way to do that, I thought we agreed on this,” you argue, and feel him nod once in confirmation.
   “We do. But did you not see them? You cannot possibly think that anything but giving it everything you have is going to be enough to free them all.”
   “With your help I can do it.”
   “I don’t doubt whether you are able, my love. I fear your purpose will command you to sacrifice yourself in the effort.”
   “Where is this coming from?” you ask, starting to feel a kind of desperation you can’t really name. “You’ve never doubted my strength before.”
   “And I still don’t. But… you were dead…”
   His voice breaks at the memory, and you can feel how truly enormous his pain was in that moment, how relentlessly seared that image is inside his brain. Your dead body on the bed.
   “All she did was show you something, and it killed you.    How am I supposed to believe that you can wield her power unscathed after witnessing such a thing?”
   “Maybe I can’t. Maybe that’s the price we’ll have to pay to protect this world,” you ponder sadly. “But even if it is… how could I ever walk away? And what difference would that make? I’d still die, just for Simon’s pleasure instead.”
   He’s quiet for a moment then, but you can feel his discomfort. Something so deeply engraved into his heart that the mere thought of it agonizes him.
   “If you die…… it will not matter if you do manage to save this world. I will burn every inch of it into dust if I must live in it for one day without you.”
   Somewhere deep inside you, there’s a twinge as you hear him say that. You don’t know what it means, but it leaves an ominous sensation in its wake. Something lightly queasy.    Then Oberyn dives through a thick black cloud and when he emerges underneath it, you’re looking at the Mexican Gulf, except it’s not an ocean anymore.    In what looks like thick, gloopy mud, and even thicker pools of tar, there are former ocean giants, now unrecognizable blobs with too many mouths and strange appendages seeming to serve no purpose at all, flopping and wriggling about. No longer able to swim and too heavy to move using the poor excuses for limbs their mutated form provides.
   You look to the east and the connecting Atlantic Ocean, confirming that it’s already spread beyond what used to be Florida. The Atlantic is too vast and deep to be infected as quickly as the gulf has clearly been, but you’re guessing no more than three days before the darkness reaches Europe. And a quick glance to the west confirms the same thing about the Pacific.    There’s no real way to know if your efforts of spreading light will truly be able to stop its advance if, or when, push comes to shove, so all you can do is hope.
   And fight.
   There’s no mistaking Simon’s new home, having built himself a castle in the time you’ve been away. One made of the bones of the dead, surrounded by mutated bushes covered in poisonous thorns.    You can’t see the spirits anywhere, but you’re sure they’re close by. He wouldn’t dare let them wander off, he knows that they’re the only ones who can kill him.
   “How are we doing this?” you ask when Oberyn starts to circle above the castle, dropping a little lower with each turn.
   “I will try to keep the vines and beasts away from you, but this means you must fight the spirits yourself. Are you ready for that?”
   “I guess we’ll find out.”
   He turns his head then, and you see his left eye peer back at you, somehow giving you the feeling that he’s holding back a goodbye. And as you look back into that blue sphere, you realize you’re doing the same.    There’s a rumble from below which draws both of your attention, and you see an army of monsters start to emerge out of the ground.    Simon knows you’re here.
   Oberyn waits until the entire ground is littered with these unnatural beings before he swoops down over them, unleashing his fierce weapon, melting and electrocuting them by the millions in just one breath. Then he turns and does another pass, burying the castle under tons of lava.    And while your enemy is blinded as he’s forced to encapsulate himself within a cocoon of continuously dying black vegetation, the dragon lands and drops you off, taking to the skies again the moment he’s sure you’re not immediately overrun by surviving vines.
   It takes you a second to adjust, though. The air is thick and hard to breathe down here, and the ground doesn’t feel right when you walk. It’s like there’s no bedrock underneath the surface of it anymore. As though the darkness has corrupted the very crust of the Earth, turning it spongy and unstable. It feels like it’s gonna buckle under your weight at each step, while simultaneously seeming strangely elastic.
   A second is about as much as you get before there’s movement in your periphery and you duck on pure instinct, narrowly avoiding being cut in half by some kind of weaponized leaf.    Reminding yourself that movement is your ally, you get up and sprint about thirty yards before stopping to listen and gauge your surroundings. And sure enough, it only takes moments before there are beasts approaching you on two sides.
   One is eliminated when Oberyn makes another pass, keeping his flame just far enough from you to keep from harming you, so you refocus on the other one.    You’ve never tested your light in a combat situation before, never consciously attempted to use it as a weapon, but as the creature reaches you, stretching its tentacular arms towards you, it comes to you as easily as if you’d been practicing all your life.    Like a white laser, it beams out of your left hand, cutting through the air for hundreds of yards before it fades, and everything dark it touches is turned to glowing dust.
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   The beam cuts through the dusky atmosphere as if it were the entire sun concentrated into just one narrow ray. It shines so brightly that even the ground it merely passes over is scorched with it, leaving a glowing yellow trail behind which seems to seep into the corrupted soil and intensify.    With each burst of light sprung from your hands in your continued battle, these streaks of embers are multiplied, until there is an entire grid of them around you.
   And once they have all spread their secondary effects far enough to reach one another, the whole grid becomes its own weapon, firing additional beams under the surface of the earth, which seem to infect the darkness at its roots.    Oberyn’s faith has been tested in these past few days, but as he watches you channel these powers, he finally begins to believe that this war will be won. He may have lost none of his faith in you on this journey, but his hope for a favorable outcome of this war has never been high.    And by favorable, he means of course that both of you will live to see the world reborn.
   On his next pass, he sees Simon emerging from the still melting remnants of his castle, and since he must keep the Darkling’s focus away from you while you hunt for the spirits, he sets down right in front of the former man.
   “Ah, yes. Of course. The great viper, Oberyn Nymeros Martell,” he smiles, looking up at the dragon with pure amusement, as if he were a child at a theme-park.
   But Oberyn is not amused, he is shocked. He has never been able to recall his full name, and now that he does, it drags up thousands of hidden memories within his mind, flooding his senses with them, overwhelming him to the point where he struggles to remain standing.
   “You didn’t think anyone alive today could possibly know anything about your history, did you? But there are ways to look into the past, if you know which energies to tap into.    Man, you were such a brat. Gave your brother Dorian the worst headaches trying to keep you in line so your father wouldn’t beat your ass to kingdom come.”
   Dorian… that was his name. The father of the tortured child he had so desperately tried to aid. And Mellario, his wife. They had bickered endlessly of what to name the boy, finally settling on Quentyn the day before the massacre.
   “How’s your head, Obe? Splitting I’d imagine, the way you’re trembling like a leaf. But then, you always were a coward.    Do you remember it yet? The battlefields of Dorne? The way you fled from them, from the limbs you’d severed and the blood you’d sent pouring into the sands. There was no pride in you then, and there still isn’t.”
   He does recall these things now. But it was not fear which had driven him from the fields of victory. It was sorrow. Because as a young man he had struggled to grasp the purpose of such slaughters. The reek of death had put a darkness within his heart that had ceaselessly made him question the validity of such actions. The supposed honor they garnered.
   “Look at you. Even with the great Tyrannus within you you’re still just as weak. I won’t even break a sweat defeating you.”
   “You think… knowing a few things about me gives you power over me?” he challenges the dark one, finally regaining his composure after the worst of the overload has faded. “I may not have been a viper before I became the dragon, but it was not due to any weakness.    I mourned the dead for the uselessness of their passing.”
   “No, you idiot. You mourned them because of your guilt, and that’s where I’ve already gotten past your defenses,” Simon gloats, and suddenly Oberyn feels something terrifyingly obvious become clear to him.
   Whether caused by fear, guilt or sorrow, there is darkness within his soul.    For all your efforts, your light has never reached him. Never flooded the cavities of doubts and insecurities he harbors, so deeply concealed.    A pain unlike anything he has ever experienced begins to spread through him when the tentacles which have ensnared his legs without his notice, begin to pump their venom into his blood.
   He tries to fight it. Tries with all his might to keep the darkness from corrupting his heart, but it is no use. The change has already begun. He can feel it spread, burning his insides like acid as it mutates him from within, until black spikes burst out of his armored scales, spewing oil over his white form in such thick layers that it buries the brightness.    And then it hits his brain, and everything he once was, all the memories he has just reclaimed, are swept away. Erased. And Oberyn Nymeros Martell is no more.
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Part 12
The Ten Spirits of the World Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.
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theghostofashton · 1 year ago
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wip wednesday
thank you to @lightningboltreader @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand @lemonlyman-dotcom @strandnreyes @carlos-in-glasses @louis-ii-reyes-strand @bonheur-cafe for the tags <3
He spent the entire drive home in a daze, heart hammering too fast, knuckles white around the steering wheel. He’s surprised he made it in one piece, barely able to concentrate on the road in front of him. Paramedic, he keeps repeating in his head, turning the word over and over, as if he’ll eventually find a way for it to make sense, to not sting his chest every time he thinks about it. He hates that he has to know this, and he hates that he hates it. TK wanted it for so long, it’s a good thing that it’s his now. It’s a good thing that he was able to make it happen. Carlos wishes he could just be okay with that. Wishes he could stomach not being there to see it happen, support TK through the whole journey. TK doesn’t owe him a thing. He lost access to his life six years ago, to every step and stumble and success that’s followed. He doesn’t know him, anymore, and that’s never been clearer to Carlos. He hadn’t realized he’d built up a version of TK in his head, imagined who he was and what his life looked like, until now, until he’s learning what it feels like to have that disintegrate before him, powerless to stop it. He remembers the day TK bought the textbook to start studying for the exam, the day he told him about it. It was late, a Friday night, he’s pretty sure, and they were both curled up in Carlos’s bed, his back pressed against TK’s chest and TK’s chin resting on his shoulder. Carlos always loved when they fell asleep like that, TK’s arms around his middle, Carlos’s body enveloped by him. He’s never felt protected like that. The words were slightly muffled, TK’s breath warm against his shoulder. He’d rolled over, catalogued the lingering hesitance on TK’s face, and grabbed him into a kiss. I’m so proud of you, he had murmured into TK’s hair, eyes burning with surprising tears. He was just so happy for him. It’s all thanks to you, TK had said back. Thanks for wanting this with me. By the time they’d broken up, TK hadn’t taken the exam yet. Carlos remembers his test date coming and going, how he’d prayed that night for it to have gone well. His prayers were answered. He just wishes he could’ve been there for it.
i'm getting to this pretty late so just gonna leave an open tag!
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professional-benaddict · 10 months ago
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Stephen's dislocated shoulder - part 1
brainstormings with @dumb-bitch-starker 💗💗
part 2 - part 3
Neurosurgeon Stephen, Peter, dislocated shoulder, hospitals, whump, fluff
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Stephen and Peter are on vacation in Hawaii and Stephen learns too late that he is too old for surfing. The poor doctor dislocates his shoulder and so the nightmare begins. 
A dislocated shoulder is very painful and Stephen only shuts up when he gets morphine from the paramedics. Peter feels awful for his boyfriend, but he also feels embarrassed with how Stephen cannot seem to stop criticising the paramedics the whole way to the hospital. He even comments on their driving skills. 
But, it does not stop there. At the ER, it turns out the doctor assigned to Stephen’s case is an old “friend” from Colombia. And even worse, they have a medical student with them. 
“Oh, you’ve never done this kind of setting, right? This is great.” The ER doctor says, gesturing for the medical student to set Stephen’s shoulder back in place. 
“Leonard, the only reason you passed Chem 301 is because I let you cheat off me! We were blood brothers and you’re not gonna do this do me!” 
“Stephen, we all had to learn the first time. So did you right? Aren’t you grateful to the patients you got to practice on? Someone’s gotta be the first.”  
“NO.”
Leonard ends up popping Stephen’s shoulder back in the end while the medical student watches keenly. Peter covers his ears in anticipation of the sickening pop of the joint, but turns out he has to protect his ears from Stephen’s scream of pain. Leonard gives him an annoyed look, but wishes Stephen a speedy recovery and a good surgery back home. Because he will need it to stabilise his shoulder properly. Stephen and Peter travel back home, in polar opposite spirits compared to when they left. They cannot wait to get out of Hawaii and back to New York. 
Stephen has to wear a sling for weeks, and also the four days leading up to his surgery. Peter quite enjoys taking care of his boyfriend and fussing about him. After all, Stephen has provided and care for Peter for a long time. It feels good to give back. 
Four days turns out to be a long time for the neurosurgeon to be on bedrest. And although it is nice that isn’t not his dominant hand that is hurt, Stephen usually jerks off with his non-dominant one. Besides, straining like that makes his shoulder hurt. 
“Would you chill the fuck out if I gave you head?” Peter has to ask this quite a few times in just four days. 
So, Peter is ever so helpful with getting his boyfriend off, and especially when he gets huffy and puffy. Nothing knocks Stephen out like a good orgasm and then being kissed by Peter. 
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bygracealonegirly · 6 months ago
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The anniversary of my brother's death is coming up, and 3 years later I'm shocked at how the grief can creep up and swallow me still. If I think about him more than in passing I still weep. I'm still overwhelmed by the absence of his belly laugh and mischievous grin. I still feel rage creep up when I think about how unfair it all is; his 3 young children were too small to have personal memories of him, and must subsist on what we show and tell them. His beloved wife only got 5 years with him total - some people get 60. Our view into God's plan is so narrow, I know, I really do, but still, why him?
CJ was something else. A real gen-u-ine cowboy. Tough hands, crinkly eyes, and an ever present grin. Quite the dancer. A heck of a card player. An even better choir singer. He was never short on jokes or belly laughs. The best darn bow hunting partner I'll ever have. And gosh he loved his wife; the sun rose and set on her from the moment they memorably met (she slapped his rear end on a dare during a rodeo and told him to quote "giddy up cowboy"; they were wed 18 months later). He was an incredibly doting father who insisted on doing the late night feedings because work kept him so busy in the daytime. And most of all he was a true Christian who shared God's Word with most anyone who would listen and loved his neighbors.
Every year I approach being older than he ever was. 24 years and 18 days, 6 hours and 32 minutes (I'm sure Mama knows the seconds.) It's unnatural to grow older than your big brother, and each of us younger siblings marches toward it; my sister surpassed him recently and fell into hysterics once she realized. The clock now looms over me like the shadow of death itself.
It was a farm accident. A freak thing. Everyone tried their best to save him; first his wife, then the neighbors, then local EMTs, a flight nurse and a paramedic, countless nurses and doctors and specialists from The Big City. They all wept with us as he took his final breaths, surrounded by more people than the hospital was technically supposed to let in. It took him an excruciatingly long time to pass on once support was pulled, and his heart only finally slowed and stopped when his wife assured him "I've got this CJ, don't worry, I've got the kids and the cows, you go on home now".
I can't even type that without shaking.
I hardly knew her before they wed, and not much more before he passed away. She became much more than the mother of my nieces in the wake of his death; she's well and truly one of the strongest people I know, and a true sister to me. I'll never be able to thank her enough for giving him peace enough to let go in his final moments. She's not much of a dancer or a card player, and she can't so much as hit the side of a broad barn with a bow, but I like singing with her in church, and she's helping me learn to quilt now.
I read somewhere that grief is just love with no place to go. So tonight as my throat aches with thoughts of CJ, I'll pour out some of this love. Into my dogs, my horses, my plants, my nieces, my sister-in-law, my sister-in-law's new boyfriend, and God, who I know is in control and has a Plan, who has overcome the grave, and whose will I submit to even if at this moment it's painful. Because I know He keeps His promises.
"I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live:
And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."
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Ride on Cowboy, see you on the other side 💙
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megamindsupremacy · 10 months ago
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Misc Marvel Fic Recs (part 7)
ghosts in the machine by hollimichele
History, Peggy has learned, never tells the whole story.
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romantic tomography by pigeonstatueconundrum
Remaining neutral about Eddie Brock was much easier in principle when he’s the unseen ex of your girlfriend, a little harder in practise when you’ve helped him through the worst week of his life.
“Pay up.” Anne flops down next to him on the couch two months later. They’re still fishing bits of the Life Foundation Rocket out of the Pacific, but no evil or chaotic neutral ex-terrestrial goo has been recovered. Supposedly.
Dan fishes the promised $20 out of his wallet, “He finally told you.”
Dr Dan Lewis would like to stop feeling like the third billed in the romantic comedy that is his life.
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call every girl we ever met maria by irnan
"You're telling me," Rhodey said, gleeful, "you're telling me that you've been shot, stabbed, sewn up, been riddled with shrapnel, had a magnet implanted in your chest, spent two years poisoning yourself with palladium, spent twenty years as a functioning alcoholic and had a vasectomy and you still managed to knock Pepper up?"
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decoys by littlerhymes
The serum makes Steve stronger, but not bigger. Instead of a superhero, he becomes a spy.
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Respectibility, Politics by brawltogethernow
Per the prompt, "the Spider-Man fic where anti-mutant bigots think JJ is one of them because of how he is about Spider-Man and he experiences no personal insight whatsoever in reaction to this but is so offended he dedicates the front cover of the Bugle to spotlighting the X-Men for like three days straight and Peter is keysmash feelings".
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Blips on the Record by ambivalentangst
Flash, let it be known, doesn’t like Peter. He’s too good at everything—infuriatingly so—and nobody ever calls him on his bullshit, like with AcaDec nationals. Flash has to put his all into everything he does for a fraction of the attention Peter gets for his bare minimum, and it pisses him off, to say the least, so sue him for looking for chances here and there to knock him down a peg.
However, when he notices, he shuts his entire operation down.
Maybe Peter has a decade on his age when he was in the thick of it, but Flash remembers what it was like. He gets having school be a safe place, and nobody, not even himself, is going to jeopardize that for Peter.
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Flash Thompson’s story is not simple, Peter Parker can always use someone else in his corner, and secrets are had and protected by all.
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Far Out by Bergen
It all started the way it usually did; with Tony doubting his own sanity. “Happy,” he said, turning the paper over, then turning it back, squinting at it. “What the hell is this?” Happy barely glanced up from his phone. “How should I know? I just drive you around, I don’t try to understand your designs. You’re the one who left it in the back of the car yesterday.” Tony turned the paper towards Happy, tapping a finger against the scribbles in the margin. “I didn’t write that. I thought it, but I didn’t write it. What sorcery is this?” “Oh shit, sorry,” Happy said, expression resigned. “I’m guessing the kid went through them when I drove him to school this morning. He has no regard for personal boundaries.” “The kid.” “Um— My girlfriend, she has a—“ “Your stepson did these calculations?” “That’s not entirely—“ “Bring him to me,” Tony commanded.
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Where the Need is Greatest by Niitza
In which Steve Rogers takes one look at the history of American military interventions since the end of World War II and nopes straight out of it, follows in his Ma's footsteps to become a paramedic, joins Doctors Without Borders, gets sent on an unsanctioned humanitarian mission to Syria, and somehow still ends up being a determining factor in Hydra's downfall - all of this without throwing a single punch.
Somehow, he's okay with it.
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If you wanna be my lover (you gotta get with my friends) by mindshelter
MJ still remembers Ned’s initial disbelief when Peter—infamous for missing class back in sophomore year, suspended for two weeks freshman year—finished his bit of the group write-up four days early. The work was perfect, and so was Ned's chemistry grade. After that it was Peter this, Peter that, Peter parted the Red Sea, it’s true, MJ, I was there; I saw it. MJ, hey, are you listening?
Then Ned says, “We should invite Peter to join AcaDec.”
or;
peter isn’t rock bottom on midtown’s social ladder; he’s underground. friendless, rumoured to get into street fights. ned declares him bestie material anyway, and mj catches feelings.
she also meets tony stark(?) in foodtown, of all places, and makes a spider-man(??) sighting.
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Cannon Fodder by KieraSayre
During the war, Steve and Bucky get stuck with press duty. Sometimes reporters are racist assholes. The Howling Commandos decide to take this as an opportunity to get creative.
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you had your soul with you by napricot
Three timelines and a Reverse Time Heist.
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my-friend-the-unknown · 4 months ago
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BloodBog: Toby Rogers
(Note: there are very many elements in this to his original story, but with a twist of me)
Toby Rogers from a young age was the subject of relentless bullying from his peers all throughout elementary and middle school. The kids would beat him up, throw food at him, pull his hair, call him vile names and even isolated him from anyone who would possibly want to be his friend. They called him things like "Ticci-Toby" or Tattletale, since his Tourette’s made him repeat words and phrases he heard.
His mother pulled him out of school in the 7th grade and began homeschooling him. Toby didn't mind, he was just happy to be able to spend more time with his mother and sister. He began to excel in homeschool, and he finally liked learning. His favorite subject of course, was History. Over the time of Toby being home, his father started to get increasingly worse. While he was never really that great, somehow even the devil himself can hit rock bottom. He started drinking more, being meaner to Toby and his sister, and he even started getting physical with Toby.
Thankfully, Toby couldn't feel it. His CIPA made sure of that. Even though the physical pain isn't there, it still tore him down with every hit he took. He would take beatings to protect his mother and his sister, because to him it didn't matter. He couldn't feel it anyways.
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The worse Toby's father got, the worse Toby got. He began to pick and chew his nails - or more like his finger tips. He had full chunks missing out of his hands. When his mother noticed, she would bandage them up and sing to him. She would tell him to stop eating his hands and then would give him a big hug. He enjoyed these moments with his mother, and even without him realizing, he would keep hurting himself but so that he can have somebody take care of him. He wanted to fill the void. Toby would frequently stick by his sister. She was everything to him.
When their heathen of a father would act up, Toby and his sister, Lyra would sneak out the back door and leave in Lyra's car. They would drive all around the countryside blasting tunes so loud you could wake up a city. They would sing along to their hearts content and Toby cherished every moment of it. Since their father did this almost every night, they went out a lot. On this particular night, their dad hit Lyra across the face, leaving a bruise on her left eye and cheek. Lyra waited until the coast was clear and snuck out. When Toby found her, she was sitting in the driver's seat of her car bawling her eyes out. When she seen Toby come out the back door, Lyra tried to convince him to go back inside and go to bed. Toby, being the stubborn kid he is, told his big sister that he was coming with.
He ran to the passenger seat and buckled in. Lyra shined a soft smile at him, at his action of solidarity. They began driving down the roads near their house, listening to some of Lyra's favorite songs. Toby wasn't singing along this time, instead he was watching his big sister pour her heart out. He smiled at her, he couldn't believe someone so beautiful could be so reduced as a human.
Lyra looked over to Toby and gave him a comforting grin, but that's the last thing he seen of her. The tires started screeching and the car was being thrown in every direction possible. When Toby opened his eyes, the paramedics were pulling him out of the car. He frantically looked around for Lyra, but she wasn't there. When Toby gazed back to the car he was just in, he only saw red. Blood and shattered glass filled his view. The flipped car didn't help either. He began panicking and trying to fight the paramedics. He thought they hurt his sister. He began screaming for Lyra.
The paramedics managed to sedate him, and Toby re-awoke at the hospital.
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Because Toby couldn't feel pain, he didn't know his limits. As soon as his eyes opened in that hospital bed, he sprung up. His... father was there. In the room with him.
He yelled at Toby to lay back down, and as usual his temper went from 0-100 in seconds. He began screaming that it was Toby's fault Lyra was dead, that Toby killed her, that he's worthless and no son of his. Toby was used to his normal temper and freak outs, but what shocked him was when he said that Lyra was dead. Toby's heart began to race and his breathing became labored. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head any second. He ignored his dad and jumped out of the hospital bed. He ripped out the Iv's and oxygen tube and ran as fast as he could to find her. A nurse ended up stopping him in the process and questioned him. Toby explained who he was looking for, and the nurse gave him a sonder look. She brought him to Lyra's room where Toby's mom was. She was standing over the hospital bed with tears falling from her eyes. When she seen Toby come in she immediately pulled him in for a hug. She cried into little Toby's shoulder.
Toby walked up to Lyra's hospital bed and peeked at her from under the sheet. She didn't have any breathing tubes, IV's, nothing wired connecting her. She just laid there, motionless. Cold and motionless. Her body was stiff, and her face was mangled. When they crashed the car, she was thrown out the windshield. She suffered life-ending injuries. The ride home from the hospital was lonely to say the least. Toby sat in the backseat of the car, behind his mother. His father had already gone home days before. Toby watched as the trees flashed by his vision through the window. They were long gone within seconds, and he sat there and thought about what that meant for the world. The air in the car was suffocating and the silence stood still. Sometimes, his mom would glance at him through the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, the darkness under them seemed to have been there for decades. Toby eventually started to recognize some side streets on the desolate country road and knew how close to home he was. The pit in his stomach began to sink deeper and deeper as he thought of going back to that house.
Pulling into the driveway, Toby could see his dad sitting on the front porch stairs, beer bottle in hand. Toby looked anxiously at his mom, who only gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t a real smile, but it was one a grieving mother could give to her struggling son. Toby’s mom got out of the car first, walking up to Toby’s dad who was now approaching her. He stammered when he walked, he was very clearly drunk. That was normal for him, though.
Toby stayed behind in the car for a bit longer. He wasn’t ready to get out of the car. He watched as his father talked aggressively to his mother. He felt his blood start to boil, watching the small scene. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut. He walked up to his parents and before he could even say a word to any of them, Toby’s father began screaming at him. He yelled that Toby is the reason Lyra’s dead, that he wishes he never had a son and that he deserves everything he gets. Toby was used to his abuse and harsh words, but the one about Lyra hit harder.
Toby clenched his bandaged fists and began walking up to his dad. At this point he was seeing red, and since he couldn't feel pain anyways, he figured it wouldn't matter. That is until his mother gave him a sultry look. She didn’t have to use her words to convey a message to Toby. Seeing his mom, and thinking of how much it would hurt her if Toby acted upon his feelings, he backed off. He huffed and stormed inside the house. He went straight to his bedroom, and that’s where he sat for the next 3 weeks, He would barely even get up to use the bathroom for that time. His mother would bring him plates of food every day, and Toby could only take 2 or 3 bites before feeling sick to his stomach. She would come at night to change the bandages on his hands and head. That wasn’t the only way he was affected, he started hallucinating even worse. He would hear his sister's voice at night, beckoning him to go outside. He never listened, and always tried to block it out. One night he ended up actually following the voice. He walked into the hallway to see his sisters beaten and bloody corpse crawling towards his feet on the ground.
After that point, he never left his room even more. He stopped accepting food from his mother, and eventually she stopped even checking on him. It was almost like he was a ghost in his own house.
Toby had started a routine of gazing out his window at night, looking over the dark street that was only ever illuminated by a single streetlamp. The light from the lamp would always flicker, and Toby sometimes thought he would see a figure watching him. He always brushed it off as just another hallucination, but tonight was different. He got a clear look at the figure. It was tall and lanky, its head almost hit the top of the streetlamp. It had a blank, white face, and a business suit. It didn’t have a mouth, but it still spoke. It’s voice sounded like overwhelming TV static buzzing that pierced Toby’s ears.
“...do it....” It whispered. “..do it..”. Toby felt a mix of fear and confidence in what the voice was encouraging him to do. It was vague, but Toby could feel exactly what he felt he needed to do.
The next morning, he felt good enough to go downstairs for the first time in over 2 months. He sat down at the dinner table, in front of a healthy plate of bacon, eggs and toast, along with a glass of orange juice for some much-needed Vitamin D. It was his favorite breakfast and meal that his mom cooked for him. He sat across from his father, who didn’t even greet him. He sat, reading the newspaper. His mom sat beside him, eating her own hearty breakfast. The table was quiet aside from the sound of his father flipping the newspaper and utensils clanging on plates. The sun from the window above the sink sent a beaming ray onto the floor beside where Toby sat. The peacefulness of a day Toby considered normal was soon disrupted when he accidentally knocked over his orange juice glass, spilling all over the table and on his father.
His father, in a pure fit of rage, stood up from the table and threw aside his newspaper angrily, soaking it in the orange juice.
“You fucking mongaloid! You can never do anything, can you?!”. This made Toby stand up from his seat too. He jerked his neck with a crackling sound, which became a habit his Tourette's has bestowed apon him.
As his father continued berating him, Toby made a split minute descision and shoved his father to the ground. Despite his weakened state, Toby was still relatively strong. His dad landed on his back with a thud and stared up at Toby. Mainly in shock, but also anger. Toby stormed off back to his room, which had become his safe place. When he entered his room, he slammed the door shut so hard that it rattled the house. He ran over to his bed and laid down under the covers, crying until his eyes were bloodshot. He eventiually cried himself to sleep, and he woke up several hours later, 2AM to be precise. He jumped out of bed in a cold sweat and paced around the room. He told himself that tonight he would finally do it.
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Toby snuck out of his room and walked down the hall. He passed by his parents room and peaked in the open door. His mother laid sleeping peacefully in her bed. He felt a pang of guilt for his future actions, but continued on. He tip-toed down the stairs and turned into the livingroom. His father was dozing off on the couch with his back facing Toby. The TV was playing a random late night show. Toby quietly snuck by his father and walked into the garage. The garage door made a creaking sound, which made Toby stop in his tracks. He looked back to his father on the couch, still unaware and half asleep. Toby entered the garage looking for one thing only. His father's tools. He rummaged through the tool desk until he found an old rusty hatchet with a worn wooden handle and grabbed it. Laying next to the old hatchet was a nice, sharp newer one with a bright orange handle. He grabbed that one too. Dual-wielding the hatchets, he crept back slowly into the livingroom and before he exited the garage he noticed a box of matches laying on the table next to the door. He pocketed the matches and continued on.
He walked up behind his father on the couch and contemplated for a few seconds. He never thought he would be committing acts like this, but in his mind it felt right. It lit a sweet fire in his soul.
Without missing a beat, he raised the new orange hatchet above his father's head with one hand, about to strike down. For some reason, his father woke up and turned around. He had a horrified look on his face as he noticed Toby with the weapons. He was about to start pleading but Toby let the hatchet down on the side of his fathers neck, ending with a crunch sound. The gurgling noise his father made was like music that only a psychopath could hear.
Toby's mother came rushing down the stairs upon hearing the commotion. Toby turned to look at his mother, stripped sweater splattered with blood. His mother began screaming and ran upstairs to call the cops. Toby, without thinking pulled out the matches and stared at them. He put the hatchets on his belt and ran back to the garage to get gasoline, which had been previously sitting beside the family car. He spread the gasoline on the floor starting from the garage all the way to the livingroom and then finally the kitchen. He lit the matches and dropped it into the gasoline trail, which instantly went ablaze. Toby stared at the scene infront of him and with a smile, he ran out of the house.
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Police sirens could be heard in the distance, which meant that Toby had little time to escape. He ran to the forest behind his house and stood at the property line, looking back. He thought of his mother and hoped she had escaped, but if she didn't at least he saved her from his father. Without thinking for another second, he turned around and ran into the woods.
He seemed to have made some great distance into the dense trees. When he looked back the way he came he couldn't see anything. He stood there, staring around him at the woods. He was definitely lost.
When he turned around to continue walking, the figure that he seen every night appeared before him. With a loud painful buzzing in Toby's ears, he dropped to the ground clenching his head. The sound was much worse when you stood at the feet of the creature. It spoke again.
"Tobias.... It is your time now..." He stretched out a hand in front of Toby, beckoning him to take it. Toby looked up the monster, and hesitantly took his hand. As soon as they made contact, he telephoned Toby and himself out of there.
Toby arrived infront of an old, run down looking mansion. The man, who he now knows as "The Operator" stood beside him at the entrance. Without looking at Toby, he spoke.
"I saved you, in exchange that you work for me." Toby looked up at The Operator. This was the first time he had seen him face to face. Toby had seen him previously when he had his "visions", but the real life thing was far more scarier. He had no choice in the matter, as he previously agreed to the operators deal to safe himself.
Thus, he began working tirelessly under the Operator.
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(^^^ aka me ^^^)
Now that the story portion is done, I also wanted to mention that I have made a playlist of songs that I think Toby would listen to. I'll be making one for each character in my AU.
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lastlycoris · 5 months ago
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There's talk among several hospitals to start restricting / denying patients suffering from drug overdoses, specifically opioid overdoses. Now according to the Emergency Medical Treatment and Active Labor Act (EMTALA), this is illegal because so long as a hospital accepts Medicare (which is 98% of them), the hospital must provide both screening and stabilizing treatment in an emergency regardless of a whole host of factors - and the threat of their breathing stopping is an emergency.
What trigged this is that opioid drug overdose complications seem to have gone through the roof this past month. Half of the beds in the Emergency Ward are occupied by people suffering from heroin overdose, and it's not just the fact they nearly stopped breathing cause of the opioids. Most of them are coming in because of large festering rotting wounds at their injection sites on top of the symptoms of opioid overdoses - and usually requiring debridement or even amputation. I myself haven't been in the ED for a while now - been working on a backlog of neurosurgery cases that accumulated since I was forced into that mandatory government trip.
Doing some research on the subject, it seems drug dealers have been lacing heroin with fentanyl - fentanyl helps with a sudden feeling of a high since it works so fast. Fentanyl is also a very powerful anesthetic that can stop you from breathing. Most overdose deaths nowadays are due to this lacing of fentanyl.
However, the rotting limbs and festering wounds that have been coming in en masse seems to be something else entirely. Looking more into it, it seems drug dealers have been adding xylazine, which is a potent animal anesthetic, as it contributes to a strong high. Now, xylazine's effects on breathing is minimal, but injecting it apparently can cause severe necrosis to whatever it injected to, which is what we're seeing now. There's also some other reasons why the drug is added, such as its inability to be reversed by Naloxone, an opioid reversal agent as it is not an opioid, but that isn't the point here.
Now, a lot of ED doctors will usually just prescribe naloxone, reverse the effects of the heroin on their breathing, and send the patient suffering from an OD on their way - probably a bit more pissed off than before because Naloxone will ruin their high and leave them feeling worse than before. Their stay probably doesn't last more than several hours in the ED.
But these festering wounds that require surgery costs the hospital money and a bed. They might end up staying for a few days, and keep in mind a large majority of these patients can't pay for any of this. So the hospital is trying to find ways to avoid those costs; it doesn't help that even learned people like doctors are treating this opioid epidemic as something the victim did to themselves.
One thing the hospital is trying is designate the wounds related to an overdose as not an emergency - and that the hospital does not need to provide stabilizing treatment in this cases. They're just trying to get back to the good old days where one just gives an overdosing patient naloxone and let them go on their way. Except these large festering wounds are most definitely an emergency - dead tissue is a nidus for infection, and leaving a lot of it there is just asking for sepsis, bacteremia, and death.
Another thing that I've heard from the paramedics is that the hospitals are incentivizing the paramedics to not bring drug overdose cases to their hospital - and instead dumping them on another place. It technically isn't a violation of EMATLA if the patient never arrives in the hospital room in the first place. It's only met with moderate success though. The last thing a paramedic wants is to have a hot potato that might stop breathing at any moment on their hands.
Ultimately, borderline illegal practices are going on. And it doesn't help that hospital systems seem to be merging together to create some sort of hospital corporation. I heard that said corporations have been undergoing talks to deny Medicare and Medicaid patients overall, which will likely be fought on ethical grounds by the American Medical Association.
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animekpop15 · 7 months ago
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Is this happiness?🩵(ch 4)
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Felix x fem!reader
Warning: 18+
Please don't copy my writing/story. Please remember this story is completely fictional and doesn't represent the real people.
Recap:
You left a note at home saying only one thing…..
Honestly, without you in my life,
Deep inside, I never felt alive.
Chapter 4:
Felix collapses onto the floor, his heart shattering all over again. His body is shaking. He doesn’t know how to react. Changbin kneels beside him, trying to comfort him, but he knows there's nothing he can say to ease the pain. They find your note on the table, explaining everything.
Felix with shaky legs gets up and moves towards the balcony, not having enough strength to look down. With a heart that’s ready to explode out of his chest, he looks down from his balcony and he sees your lifeless body covered in blood. He screams out in body. He slams his own head on the balcony rail as a means to punish himself. Changbin holds Felix do that he doesn’t harm himself. Felix continues to scream your name in pain. “What have I done??!!!! My partner….my babies…..” he mumbles in agony.
You're gone, along with the 3 unborn babies. Gone is the dream of you two raising babies. Gone is the dream of growing old together. Gone is the love you two created.
Felix’s pain is unbearable, and he can't help but feel like it's all his fault. He looks up at the sky, hoping to find some sort of solace in the vastness of the universe.
But all he sees is emptiness. He falls to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably, feeling like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Changbin wraps his arms around him, trying to offer some comfort, but it's clear that Felix is lost in a sea of despair.
“Felix, please don’t blame yourself.”
“How can I not? She did this because of me. Because I forgot about her and gave myself to you…!” Felix shouts at him.
“Please!! Why are you blaming me? You wanted me in that moment too. You didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want her to die. I just….Look,…I love you, felix. This is not the right time. But it’s true. I wanted you to come back to me. When Hyunjin rejected you, I was there for you and I fell in love with you. But then you found y/n. I just wanted you to come back to me, Felix. I didn’t mean to harm y/n.” Changbin says while weeping. Felix absorbs his painful confession. How did it all come to this….
As the sun rises over the city, the police and paramedics arrive at the scene. They find Felix and Changbin huddled together, both in a state of shock. The paramedics try to revive you, but it's too late. Your body has suffered too much damage from the fall.
The police questions Felix and Changbin about what happened, but they're both too distraught to provide any useful information. They're both taken to the station for questioning, while the medical examiner performs an autopsy on your body. Back at the apartment, friends and family members start arriving to offer their support. They all look at each other in confusion and disbelief as they learn about the tragic events that have unfolded.
Felix and Changbin are released from custody after a few hours of questioning. They're both in a state of shock, unable to process what has happened. They return to Felix's apartment, where they're met with an outpouring of support from friends and family.
They all try to comfort them, but it's clear that Felix and Changbin are both deeply hurt. The funeral arrangements are made, and the entire city mourns the loss of you and the three innocent babies.
At the funeral, Your friends share stories of how wonderful you were, how you always had a smile on your face, and how deeply you loved Felix and the born to be babies. Your parents break down in tears, unable to comprehend the loss of their daughter and grandchildren.
Felix struggles to find meaning in their lives without you and the children. As the days go by, he tries to piece together their lives without you.
He along with Changbin who also feels guilty attend therapy sessions to deal with their grief, but it's a long and painful process.
Felix will never be able to forgive himself for what he did. He cheated on you which led you to take your life. He lost everything.
Changbin tries to support Felix as best he can, but he too is deeply hurt by your loss. The apartment feels empty without you, and it's hard for them to imagine ever finding happiness again. They both wonder if they'll ever be able to move on from this tragedy.
“Felix, I talked to hyunjin today.”
“About what?”
“Felix no matter who else you loved, me or yn, we both know hyunjin is your first love. Maybe yn couldn’t compare, that’s why you cheated, and because I’m not hyunjin, you never wanted to stay by my side. I told him everything Felix. I don’t want you to spend your whole life crying over yn. He’s on his way.”
Felix is shocked. Hyunjin is coming? H-hyunjin? The first person he ever loved…..but in the past hyunjin wasn’t strong enough to publicly admit he wasn’t interested in women. So he left …they even shared couple rings which they said to everyone is just a close friendship thing. They even joked about being a couple in public. They managed to fool everyone they’re just best friends. Felix kept requesting hyunjin to say to the world about their love but sadly he was too afraid.
As the doorbell rings, hyunjin enters the room. Felix instantly starts crying.
“Felix, I…..I’m so sorry…..I can’t see you in pain like this anymore. I’m so sorry Felix. So very much. Is there anything I can do for you?” Hyunjin cups his face.
“Hyunjin-a….you’re the one who taught me to love so hard…why did you? Now my heart won’t stop breaking …”
“Felix I’m sorry….i will do anything. Please give me a chance. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. Pls just let me show you.”
“You remember I had said when I think about you, I feel like I have another reason to live? And I am who I am because of you?”
“Of course Felix I can never forget your words”
“Hyunjin, you taught me it’s better to be the last love instead of the first. The first one was too afraid of the world to love me. But the last gave up her life because she couldn’t live without my love….” Felix utters in pain.
His words break hyunjin. It seems like there really is nothing he can do for him now..
Before leaving hyunjin says “I will always wait for you. Even as a friend I want to provide you comfort. I hope you find peace Felix..”
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Every day Felix gets up and looks at pictures of you and your baby scan pictures. How he wishes he could go back in time to change everything. He feels like a failure as a husband, as a father, and as a human being. He drinks heavily and withdraws from everyone around him, unable to face the world without you. Changbin tries his best to help Felix, but he can see how deeply Felix is suffering.
Sometimes Felix up in the night screaming your name and begging for you to come back. He wakes up in cold sweats, remembering the day he lost you and the babies. He feels like a weight is crushing his chest, making it hard to breathe. He can't shake the feeling that he's being punished everyday.
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Months go by.
“Felix, do you remember when we used to be active and make music together? Do you remember the old days, friend?” Changbin asked on the phone full of emotio.
“I do Changbin. I do. Back then things were so much simpler.” Felix says feeling a bit surprised to hear about the carefree days.
“Do you also remember there was a little girl who used to love your music?. She used to write you letters and you always showed us. She was terminally ill but …still so joyful”
“Yes, a lovely child. I met her once too. Such a sweet kid..” Felix smiles as thinks about the little child who loved his music.
“Felix….she passed away last night. Her parents thought you might want to know.
“Oh. She’s gone?..I..” despite her being just a fan, Felix remember the poor child well. It hurt even especially more since she loved Felix out of all the members the most.
“Are you okay?” Changbin asks.
“Everyone that loves me dies…she loved me too and now she’s gone..” Felix can’t help but cry.
“Felix please, she wouldn’t want you to feel sad. Let’s pray she’s happy wherever she i.”
“I…. just feel so overwhelmed….as if she was my own child….i hope she’s not in pain anymore. May her soul rest in peace.” Felix sadly says
He goes online and opens the little girl’s instagram account and his heart hurts. Her account is full of cute stuff about him. She’d even bought a cake and decorated it on his birthday. It was very wholesome. The passing away of the poor child hurt his soul.
Y/N, my only true love, please take care of her. Felix prays
He further researched about terminally ill and underprivileged children on the internet.
He decides to take some active steps to try to offer help even if a little bit. He eventually joins a volunteering community that helps and aids needy children. He hopes that by helping them, he can somehow find some form of peace and redemption. Also, it hurts him when he thinks about children without hope and love who are suffering. Changbin continues to support Felix as best he can. He’s glad Felix is at least doing something that keeps him sane.
At the community Felix finds peace in the children around him. He tries to imagine that his three sweet babies are maybe reborn and he's taking care of them here. Felix continues his work at the community and becomes a beacon of hope for the lovely children there. He spends most of his time with them, playing games, reading stories, and just being there for them. It's through this work that he finds a new beautiful purpose in life, a reason to get up in the morning.
As years go by, Felix becomes a well-respected member of the community, known for his kind heart and selflessness. He's never forgotten you or the babies, but he's found some form of peace in helping these children. Changbin, on the other hand, has found solace in his work as a musician. He spends most of his time working on projects and collaborating with different artists. He often thinks of Felix and the work he does at the community, feeling a sense of pride in his friend.
Felix now travels different countries to help out children and do volunteering job. Changbin continues to support Felix from afar, always there for him when he needs him. Despite their tragic past, they remain close friends, forever bonded by the loss of you and the babies.
A decade goes by. It's been 10 years since he lost you. Today is your 10th death anniversary and Felix is travelling to another country far from here. Felix is sitting on a plane, his mind filled with memories of you and the babies. He can't believe it's been ten years since he last saw you. He wonders how you would look like now, if you were still alive. In his wallet he still carries pictures of you and your unborn babies. Always close to his heart. The plane finally lands and Felix wake up from his sleep ready to look around the new country.
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canonicallyobserving911 · 1 year ago
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Fuck it Friday!
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Where CANON and FANON collide!
I was tagged by @spotsandsocks. Thank you for tagging me😁💕.
I love the entirety of my multi-chapter fic titled: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”, so for Fuck it Friday, I'm including a snippet from Chapter 9 since it was the most recent one that I posted. This chapter was so much fun to write and the reveal at the end turned out even better than I could have imagined. I'm working on Chapter 10 and I hope to have it posted soon.
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Buck on the witness stand testifying during Jonah's criminal trial.
“Then why were you so willing to accuse him of being a serial killer?”
“I never called him a serial killer, Taylor did and she came to that conclusion on her own. That day Hen and Chimney came to my apartment, Taylor said he was a serial killer after Chimney said there had been other suspicious deaths but I was the one who tried to convince Hen and Chimney that Jonah was one of us. But…” He trails off because he feels like his chest is closing up and his breathing is starting to become labored.
“Mr. Buckley? Do you need a minute?” Judge Arnold asks.
He figures he must have been quiet for too long so he looks in the gallery to meet Eddie’s eyes and he’s already looking right back at him.
“No… uh, no your honor… I can go on.” He finally replies then continues. “The video we watched didn’t make any sense.”
“Could you please elaborate Mr. Buckley?”
“Well, Claudette was laughing and joking when Jonah put something into her IV. I’m not a paramedic but I am an EMT and I know protocol. I’ve never seen a patient go from being happy to coding then… dying.”
Mr. MacKey tilts his head to the side and smiles a devious smile at Buck. He recognizes that smile because it’s the same one he wore during the arbitration hearing and Buck realizes the shit is about to hit the fan.
“Really, is that accurate Mr. Buckley because you’ve experienced a medical event that caused you to go from talking and laughing to passing out and almost dying.”
“Objection. Is there a question here?”
“I’ll rephrase. Mr. Buckley, didn’t you experience a life-threatening emergency after the ladder truck explosion? I distinctly remember you telling me how you were laughing and talking to your captain one minute then you were coughing up blood and passed out on the ground in his backyard.”
“Yes, but that was different. No one put anything into my IV and no one was trying to stop my heart so they could bring me back to life. I gave Jonah the benefit of the doubt but he betrayed all of us.”
“Mr. Buckley, your heart did stop earlier this year, didn’t it and my client was not around when it did?” 👀
The whole courtroom goes silent.
Buck lowers his head because to him it feels like he’s drowning in quicksand and he can’t get out.
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No pressure tagging: @shortsighted-owl.
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